Saturday, January 30, 2016

Weekend Round-Up

Mexican Seven Layer Dip
Midwest Living Best Game Day Foods
Easy 30 minute Chicken Fajitas
Crab Dip
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103 Super Bowl Part Recipes

Southwestern Breakfast Casserole
Cook's notes: Loved this dish that's packed with lots of flavor and cheesy goodness. A perfect brunch item for company. The ingredients can be prepped the day before and the dish assembled in the morning. 
  • 3/4 lb. chorizo or pork sausage
  • 1 TB. olive oil 
  • 1/2 cup each diced red and green peppers
  • 1 cup sweet onion, diced
  • 1/2 package (9 oz.) frozen spinach, thawed and squeezed dry  
  • 4 cups frozen shredded hash browns, thawed
  • 1 package Fiesta or Mexican Four Cheeses blend, 2 cups, divided
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • 2 cups 2 % milk 
  • 6 large eggs beaten
  • 1/4 -1/2 tsp. Mexican seasoning (see note at bottom of recipe) 
  • Brown sausage and drain on a paper towels, pat dry.
  • Heat oil and saute onions and peppers. Drain on a paper towel.
  • Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly grease a 13 x 9 pan or a large 9-10 inch quiche dish. 
  • In a large bowl mix hashbrowns, sausage, onions, peppers, spinach, 1 cup cheese and salt and pepper. Place in baking dish.
  • Beat eggs, milk and seasoning together and slowly pour milk mixture over hashbrown mixture. Top with remaining cheese.
  • Bake casserole uncovered 45-50 minutes. Let set 8-10 minutes before cutting. 
Bon Appetit!
Homemade Mexican Seasoning previously posted
  • 1 tsp. chili powder
  • 1 tsp. garlic powder
  • dash red pepper flakes
  • 1/2 tsp. dried oregano 
  • 2 tsp. paprika or smoked paprika 
  • 1 tsp. cumin
  • dash salt and pepper
  • pinch of ground cinnamon
  • pinch of ground cloves 
  • Mix and store in a covered container.
Best Poem of the Week by Billy Collins 

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

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