Creamy Black Bean Salsa Chicken

Creamy Black Bean Salsa Chicken

Camp Ground Doggie 2010

8 boneless chicken thighs

1 c chicken broth

1 C salsa

¼ c dried peppers, broken up

1 can corn, drained

1 can black beans, drained

1 package taco seasoning

1/c sour cream

1 c cheddar cheese

Place chicken in greased crock pot. Pour broth, salsa, corn, beans, peppers and taco seasoning over chicken.  Cook covered for 6 -8 hour on high.  Remove chicken and place on serving dish. Stir sour cream and cheese into sauce in slow cooker, and then pour over chicken.

Pumpkin Chili

Saute together: 1 tablespoon vegetable oil 1 cup chopped onion 1/2 cup chopped green bell pepper 1/2 cup chopped yellow bell pepper 1 clove garlic, minced Brown: 1 pound ground turkey Mix in: 2 (14.5 ounce) can diced tomatoes 1 can corn 1 can black beans 2 c chicken broth 1 small can pumpkin puree 1 1/2 tablespoons chili powder 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper 1 dash salt 1 T cumin 1 t coriander 1 t cinnamon Cook until hot. Top with: 1/2 cup shredded Cheddar cheese 1/2 cup sour cream chopped cilantro Works well in a crock pot. This recipe is not very "spicy" hot so feel free to add more chili powder if you like a spicy chili.

Restoration FHE

Tonight for Family Home Evening we started with a prayer by Jed and an opening song "The Wise Man and the Foolish Man". We reviewed the 6th Article of Faith song by singing and tracing a house, like we did in sharing time two weeks ago. I am amazed at how well Jed memorizes these little songs.

Then we reviewed the story of the Restoration by using this little Church Timeline visual aid. Dad read the scriptures, mom told the story of each photo for context, and Jed and Zoe got to put the pictures up in the right spot, which they thoroughly enjoyed.

For a treat, leftover jigglers that I forgot to take on the trip last week. Michael sang us all a song about how it was the worst Jello ever, which it pretty much was, but that was ok because we've had so much junk food this past week on our trip that we're pretty much sugared out. Well, I am. Jed and Zoe snarfed down a 9x13 like it is going out of style.

A Few Charlotte Mason Quotes

Let Children Alone.––In conclusion, let me say that the education of habit is successful in so far as it enables the mother to let her children alone, not teasing them with perpetual commands and directions––a running fire of Do and Don't; but letting them go their own way and grow, having first secured that they will go the right way, and grow to fruitful purpose. The gardener, it is true, 'digs about and dungs,' prunes and trains, his peach tree; but that occupies a small fraction of the tree's life: all the rest of the time the sweet airs and sunshine, the rains and dews, play about it and breathe upon it, get into its substance, and the result is––peaches. But let the gardener neglect his part, and the peaches will be no better than sloes.

Divine Grace works on the Lines of Human Effort.––In looking for a solution of this problem, I do not undervalue the Divine grace––far otherwise; but we do not always make enough of the fact that Divine grace is exerted on the lines of enlightened human effort; that the parent, for instance, who takes the trouble to understand what he is about in educating his child, deserves, and assuredly gets, support from above;

The Trust of Parents must not be Supine.–– And indeed this is what too many Christian parents expect: they let a child grow free as the wild bramble, putting forth unchecked whatever is in him––thorn, coarse flower, insipid fruit,––trusting, they will tell you, that the grace of God will prune and dig and prop the wayward branches lying prone. And their trust is not always misplaced; but the poor man endures anguish, is torn asunder in the process of recovery which his parents might have spared him had they trained the early shoots which should develop by-and-by into the character of their child.

Nature then, strong as she is, is not invincible; and, at her best, Nature is not to be permitted to ride rampant. Bit and bridle, hand and voice, will get the utmost of endeavour out of her if her training be taken in hand in time; but let Nature run wild, like the forest ponies, and not spur nor whip will break her in.

Home from Babysitting the Taylors

Learned a lot babysitting the Taylors.

First off, I feel quite proud of how well I handled the kids. I'm amazed how just a year in Primary has really kicked me into shape. I managed to be generally friendly but firm all week, I think I balanced "fun" with "authority" in a way appropriate for a family friend slash babysitter. I feel like I picked my battles well.

A few things I learned.

First off, the schedule is freaking awesome. I have been feeling strongly, especially since conference, that Jed is ready to be on a more regular routine. I know he would flourish with everything so predictable, he's just that kind of kid. The problem is coordinating ME. I LIKE my flexibility! And the truth is, I think there's nothing wrong with enjoying it while I can, but with this new baby coming and Jed getting older and responsibilities piling, up, I need to see my life changing and change along with it. It's time to control my day to day living.

This all ties into my personal revelation during conference that I need to start making my day to day living more holy, more organized, more consecrated. The Lord doesn't really do things ad hoc, and if I want my life at home to feel peaceful and sanctified, I need to organize myself, prepare every needful thing. A big part of that is my new cool household binder (need to post on that...) I feel like I have plenty of time and capability to keep my house clean, my kid clean, cook decent food, and still get the important things done, but without careful organization it will never happen.

Also, Ie Mei has a lot less stuff than me, which is highly appealing. Why, why can't I just throw my cereal boxes and vinegar jars out? Freecycle, baby, it's got to be my new best friend.

Taking time to maintain myself is important with a house full of busy, demanding kids. I hardly sat down for four days, didn't read my scriptures. Family prayer didn't happen (blast, didn't happen tonight either...) Didn't read our scriptures as a family, etc.

Which brings me to another important observation, that I REALLY prefer eating dinner at the table, sitting down as a family. This whole kids at the bar up and down and back and forth while mom serves is totally lame. No WAY. I want us to sit and eat and talk. I want to lock the toddler into his booster and make him sit with us for fifteen minutes, dang it, so we can be together. I am still surprised at how much I hated the bar. I always thought I would like that, but it's just so spread out. You can't even look into each other's faces. It's like fast food, but at home. Not cool.

I need to go to bed earlier and wake up earlier. Having two free hours, or even one, before the toddlers woke up was fantastic.

Also, need to make sure I'm scheduling in quality time with my husband.

Boredom really is the mother of useful playtime.

Worried about the future computer usage. Those boys are computer fiends.

School eats up pretty much the whole day. How do you even know your kids?

And, last but not least, I would just like to say how much I LOVE MY BOY. Other kids are great, but no kid rivals my own. He's the sweetest, happiest, most obliging two year old on earth and I am incredibly grateful to be given stewardship over him. The Lord gave me an easy one first so I could get my act together, and I've got three months to do it.

Precondition for the Home

For the intimacy of recollection to be able to be produced . . . the presence of the Other must not only be revealed in the face which breaks through its own plastic image, but must be revealed, simulatneously with this presence, in its withdrawal and in its absence. . . . And the other whose presence is discreetly an absence, with which is accomplished the primary hospitable welcome which describes the field of intimacy, is the Woman. The woman is the condition for recollection, the interiority of the Home and inhabitation.

- Emmanuel Levinas, Totality and Infinity

Companion

The familiarity of the world does not only result from habits acquired in this world, which take from it its roughnesses and measure the adaptation of the living being to a world it enjoys and from which it nourishes itself; familiarity and intimacy are produced as a gentleness that spreads over the face of things.

This gentleness is not only a conformity of nature with the needs of the separated being, which from the first enjoys them and constitutes itself as separate, as I, in that enjoyment, but is a gentleness coming from affection for that I.

The intimacy which familiarity already presupposes is an intimacy with someone. The interiority of recollection is a solitude in a world already human. Recollection refers to a welcome.

- Emmanuel Levinas, Totality and Infinity