.... to chase away the winter blues
Eric Johnson’s Green Chili Soup Recipe
Ingredients;
1 ½ lbs diced pork
4 large cans of diced green chilis
5 TBLS white flour
3 TBLS olive oil or vegetable oil
1 TBLS ground Cumin
½ TBLS Cayenne Red Pepper (Ground)
1 large can White Hominy
1 small can Diced Tomatoes
6 Chicken Bullion Cubes
2 cups water
Combine water, bullion cubes, cumin and red pepper into crock pot.
Add diced green chilis, hominy and tomatoes, include water from cans.
Dice pork into small ¼ to ½ inch pieces
Lightly brown pork in a skillet with 3 TBLS of oil
Before removing from heat, add white flour and stir until all pieces of pork meat are covered with flour.
Add meat and flour to the crock pot soup.
Add more water if necessary
(For hotter soup, add additional red pepper, careful, a little goes a long way.)
(For a thicker, heartier mix… minute rice can be added a few minutes before serving.)
Cook in crock pot for 6 to 12 hours
Serve with tortillas
Enjoy with friends
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It was the Orwellian year of 1984 and my life had suddenly come crashing down around me. There I was, sick and hung-over, sitting in the dark, alone, after the last tour of the Clash.
The Clash, the legendary punk band of the 1970s, sadly limping along on the final tour. Mick Jones had already left the band. Joe Strummer desperately was trying to keep the dream alive. And me just a confused twenty-two year old trying to make sense of it all.
I was somewhere south of Redrocks. The details were quite fuzzy. The last thing I remembered was smoking pot and drinking wine with a mohawked middle age man with a cockney accent. He was the soundman for the Clash and had taken a keen interest in my wine.
The rest was a blackout.
So there I was in this vacant field contemplating the events of my life that had occurred the previous few months.
In a space of only a couple of months I had lost my girlfriend, my motorcycle and gotten beaten up and arrested. Arrested for getting beat up apparently.
I had gotten my ass kicked at a bar earlier that night by a jealous boyfriend who thought I was out to get his girl. A big, ugly tuff with brains of a turd, but big enough to stomp me into the dirt. A few hours after this event, I again encountered the vicious drone and he thought he'd give it another go. I had other plans however. As he reached out to grab me, I simply placed my pistol to his forehead. I hope he shit his pants.
The charge was harassment and brandishing a weapon. Apparently the local police didn't like citizens to be armed and I received a citation to appear in court. Much to the chagrin of the local constable, the charges were dropped. Self defense and gun ownership was still part of the Constitution back then and the victim was lucky I didn't pull the trigger.
There is no glory however to holding a man at gunpoint. To this day, it is still an event of my life I am ashamed of. Take it from me, it ain't worth it. Put your guns away. You're not John Wayne and neither am I.
The insurance company forked over the dough for the bike and I eventually bought a car instead.
But oh, the girl. An average looking, corn fed, college girl with a big ass and a major attitude. God I loved that girl. I gave her my heart, I gave her my soul.
She aborted my child and dumped me. Twenty-four years later, deep inside, I'm still bleeding.
I had a good life, seen a lot of places, met a lot of people. And it's been fun. I've dined with movie stars and drank with legends of country and rock. But I've got scars too.
So if you're young, be mindful that everything you do effects someone else. Somewhere in your future, someone long forgotten still thinks about you. Be careful, you are touching other lives.
Yep, I still think about her. And sometimes………, but not always......
I hope she dies of cancer.
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Green Chili Soup Recipe
.... to chase away the winter blues Eric Johnson’s Green Chili Soup Recipe Ingredients; 1 ½ lbs diced pork 4 large cans of diced green chilis 5 TBLS white flour 3 TBLS olive oil or vegetable oil 1 TBLS ground Cumin ½ TBLS Cayenne Red Pepper (Ground) 1 large can White Hominy 1 small can Diced Tomatoes 6 Chicken Bullion Cubes 2 cups water Combine water, bullion cubes, cumin and red pepper into crock pot. Add diced green chilis, hominy and tomatoes, include water from cans. Dice pork into small ¼ to ½ inch pieces Lightly brown pork in a skillet with 3 TBLS of oil Before removing from heat, add white flour and stir until all pieces of pork meat are covered with flour. Add meat and flour to the crock pot soup. Add more water if necessary (For hotter soup, add additional red pepper, careful, a little goes a long way.) (For a thicker, heartier mix… minute rice can be added a few minutes before serving.) Cook in crock pot for 6 to 12 hours Serve with tortillas Enjoy with friends
Reply
I woke up in a field
It was the Orwellian year of 1984 and my life had suddenly come crashing down around me. There I was, sick and hung-over, sitting in the dark, alone, after the last tour of the Clash. The Clash, the legendary punk band of the 1970s, sadly limping along on the final tour. Mick Jones had already left the band. Joe Strummer desperately was trying to keep the dream alive. And me just a confused twenty-two year old trying to make sense of it all. I was somewhere south of Redrocks. The details were quite fuzzy. The last thing I remembered was smoking pot and drinking wine with a mohawked middle age man with a cockney accent. He was the soundman for the Clash and had taken a keen interest in my wine. The rest was a blackout. So there I was in this vacant field contemplating the events of my life that had occurred the previous few months. In a space of only a couple of months I had lost my girlfriend, my motorcycle and gotten beaten up and arrested. Arrested for getting beat up apparently. I had gotten my ass kicked at a bar earlier that night by a jealous boyfriend who thought I was out to get his girl. A big, ugly tuff with brains of a turd, but big enough to stomp me into the dirt. A few hours after this event, I again encountered the vicious drone and he thought he'd give it another go. I had other plans however. As he reached out to grab me, I simply placed my pistol to his forehead. I hope he shit his pants. The charge was harassment and brandishing a weapon. Apparently the local police didn't like citizens to be armed and I received a citation to appear in court. Much to the chagrin of the local constable, the charges were dropped. Self defense and gun ownership was still part of the Constitution back then and the victim was lucky I didn't pull the trigger. There is no glory however to holding a man at gunpoint. To this day, it is still an event of my life I am ashamed of. Take it from me, it ain't worth it. Put your guns away. You're not John Wayne and neither am I. The insurance company forked over the dough for the bike and I eventually bought a car instead. But oh, the girl. An average looking, corn fed, college girl with a big ass and a major attitude. God I loved that girl. I gave her my heart, I gave her my soul. She aborted my child and dumped me. Twenty-four years later, deep inside, I'm still bleeding. I had a good life, seen a lot of places, met a lot of people. And it's been fun. I've dined with movie stars and drank with legends of country and rock. But I've got scars too. So if you're young, be mindful that everything you do effects someone else. Somewhere in your future, someone long forgotten still thinks about you. Be careful, you are touching other lives. Yep, I still think about her. And sometimes………, but not always...... I hope she dies of cancer.
Reply