...and one of my favorites is pasta! Meat sauce, Alfredo Sauce, Pomodoro Sauce and various kinds of pasta. These are comfort foods!
MEAT SAUCE
from mecookin's kitchen
1 lb. ground round
1 lb. mild Italian sausage, skins removed
1 large onion, chopped
1 each, red/yellow/green bell peppers chopped
4 large cloves garlic, chopped
8 oz. mushrooms, sliced
1/2 cup red wine
28 oz can plum tomatoes, hand crushed
6 oz can tomato paste (2 cans water)
tsp. salt
tsp. pepper
Tbsp. Italian seasoning
2 Tbsp. basil pesto
Tbsp. brown sugar
1/2 tsp. crushed red pepper
Brown meats & drain. Add onions, peppers & garlic; saute 5 minutes. Add mushrooms;saute 1 minute. Deglaze with red wine. Add remaining ingredients and simmer for 30 minutes.
A recipe is likened to a personal expression of poetry/prose... When shared with others, it extends a part of our innermost being... For others to enjoy for years to come, not short lived like a rose. A recipe takes on our individuality and culinary expression, talent and skill... Brings to mind the likes/dislikes of family and friends, memories of special gatherings... Sharing a part of ourselves with others, making memories, spanning time our "appetites" they fill. Paula George 2005
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
There may have been...
There may have been others who have held me;
Told me things I wanted or needed to hear.
They might have been there in my hurting time...
To chase away all doubts and fear.
But, alas, more times than not...they were gone
Much too soon.
Sadly, my hurting was the only feeling that lingers there.
I know there have been others that have held you;
Tell you things you wanted or needed to hear.
They may have been there in your hurting time...
To chase away all doubts and fear.
But, alas, more times than not...they were gone
Much too soon.
They never stayed nor made the hurting disappear.
I want you to be the one to hold me;
Tell me things I want and need to hear.
Always be there in my hurting time...
To chase away all doubts and fear.
Don't ever be that one, that was gone much too soon.
Take time, My Dear, to make the hurting disappear.
Paula 2012
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