23.11.14
RECIPE: SLOPPY JOES
When was the last time you had a Sloppy Joe? I had a hankering for this messy sandwich this past week and it did not disappoint. Take a trip back to your childhood with this recipe ...
Ingredients:
1 tablespoon canola oil (or vegetable oil)
1 medium onion, finely chopped
1/2 green bell pepper, finely chopped
1 celery stalk, finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
Coarse salt
Ground pepper
1 pound ground beef (I use extra lean)
1 can (15 ounces) tomato sauce
1/4 cup ketchup
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
4-6 buns, split and warmed (Monkey picked fresh Portuguese buns)
Directions:
In a large skillet, heat oil over medium-high heat. Add the onion, green pepper, celery and garlic. Add a pinch of salt and a few grinds of pepper. Cook, stirring frequently, until vegetables are softened, 5 to 7 minutes.
Add ground beef and cook (breaking it up with a wooden spoon) until it is no longer pink, 6 to 8 minutes.
Add tomato sauce, ketchup and Worcestershire sauce. Simmer until the mixture thickens, 6 to 8 minutes. Add more salt and pepper if needed. Spoon onto buns and enjoy!
16.11.14
MY REMEMBRANCE DAY
My Remembrance Day was a strange day. It was filled with celebration, sadness and a trip down memory lane. My husband celebrates his birthday on November 11, and so we planned family activities and a little celebration for the day (it is a statutory holiday in Bermuda) that included presents, candles and cake.
It was also the day that my step-grandfather died unexpectedly. Richard joined our family shortly after my grandfather passed away when I was a teenager. I loved my grandpa (Papa George) dearly and found it difficult to welcome and accept Richard. His death took me back to the time I shared with my grandpa ... walking along the railroad tracks, playing with my dog, travelling, learning woodworking skills ... My grandpa was a jovial character who was always willing to tell a joke and lend a helping hand.
Richard was mild-mannered and quiet, a man who preferred to listen to stories rather then tell them. I realized the day he died that he had been in my life almost as long as my grandpa. It was a strange realization since it had taken me many years (too many) to understand and appreciate that Richard was a good, patient companion for my grandma. Rest in peace, Richard.
(Photo from our trip to Italy 2012)
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