BLACK BEANS AND RICE WITH A CUBAN FLARE

Recently we were invited to a dinner where the hostess was making pulled pork and wanted a side dish to go with it.  I decided to make black beans and rice and after searching the internet I combined a couple of recipes to creat this.  It was a hit!  A little different, crunchy and delicious.  It would be a very nice vegitarian main dish.  


BLACK BEANS AND RICE WITH A CUBAN FLARE
1 C. finely chopped sweet onion
2 Cloves of garlic grated
2 T. olive oil
4 T. butter
1 T. fresh ground cumin seeds (mortar and pistol)
Saute these until nice and brown add:
1 Cup golden raisins or chopped dried apricots
1 roasted red pepper chopped
1 roasted Anaheim chili chopped or 2 jalapeno peppers (chopped fine) seeded with white membrane removed to control the heat.
( For Peppers: broil or put on the grill until all sides are brown and blistered. Put in a plastic bag and let sit for 5 minutes, peel thin skin and remove seeds)
1 tsp. chili powder
½ tsp. thyme leaves
2 tsp. oregano leaves
¼ tsp. ground cinnamon
1 tsp. salt
10-15 grinds of fresh pepper
Barely cover with water and simmer low for 15 minutes.
If using apricots instead or raisins add them here. 


Rinse and drain 2 cans of black beans. Mix with 4 cups of cooked rice.   Toss together with vegetables and put in a casserole. (adjust salt) Toast 1 Cup pecans cut in half or coarsely chopped toasted almonds and sprinkle on the top. Put in the oven until just heated through.

BOOK REVIEW -THE PRIZEWINNER OF DEFIANCE OHIO

If it is true that it's not what happens to you in this life but how you react to your circumstances, then Evelyn Ryan is a poster child for that philosophy.  She was rearing 10 kids in a dilapidated 2 room house in the 1950's with an alcoholic husband who drank away any security they might have had.

Evelyn Ryan took her jaunty writing skills and created jingles for the myraid of consumer contests that were part of the advertising culture at this time.  Evelyn had been writing all her life and decided to try turning her love of words into a way to augment their meager existence with some short, pithy, humorous prose.  She ended up entering thousands of contests and won hundreds with her wit, wisdom and family experiences turned into poetry. 

Folks endowed with
Luck or virtue
Get the tissue
To the Kerchooo

Her contesting career began with Berma Shave roadside rhymes.  I am old enough to remember them with delight.

The book is written by the second daughter and sixth child, Terry Ryan, after her mother died and she retrieved the piles of information left as memoribilia by her mother.  All 10 children submitted memories of their family events to Terry for her wonderful story.  If this story was fiction it would be charming but maybe just a little "too much", but as a memoir of this remarkable mother it becomes an enigmatic treasure.

Evelyn Ryan felt a keen responsibility to stay home to rear her 10 children but she also had a desperate desire to advance their financial needs in some way.  Two miraculous wins came on separate occasions when the family was about to lose their very humble abode.  The children went to Catholic schools and although religion wasn't a prominant theme in the story I saw this woman with faith that astounded me.  She was tireless, agressive in defense of her "chicks", funny and upbeat when she had every reason to go to bed with the covers over her head.  Leaving her useless husband was never an option in her thinking.  She tried to focus on his good traits.  And I believe because of her acceptance of him he learned to appreciate her over the years and maybe even try harder.

There was an angel in the story in the form of an Aunt who bailed them on several occasions and took the children in times of stress and need.  I believe God sends these angels to people who are trying.

Baseball may have been another saving element of this family.  Two of the boys were gifted players and the family practiced with them and united with excitement as they played during their youth.  Both boys ended up playing with the pros for awhile.

In my family writing classes I try to convince my students that if they share their stories with family members that they will be motivated to write their own stories.  Evelyn proved my theory. Everything she wrote was critiqued by the family first.  Many of her children ended up writing.  The youngest daughter Betsy wrote a moving afterward that I can't help copying here.

There is a movie by the same name made in 2005.  I hope to find it and leave a review of it.  Stay tuned.

Betsy Ryan: My mother wrote from her own life, recording embellishing, or ignoring as she chose, in the middle of everything.  From the newsroom of her girlhood to the ironing board of her family life, the writing went on, shaping itself while she worked toward wildly differing goals.  Whether for her cheeky column in her grandmother's newspaper, the fourth line of a breezy Birds Eye jingle, or the turn of phrase in a short story that might express, once and for all, the combined affection and horror we all felt for Charley the Chicken, it was a writing of humor and ease, rooted in her daily life and uniquely expressive of it.  When many writers might retreat from the world for some needed solitude, she grabbed that writing pad and got it down, the prize won, the moment captured, the other hand on the iron.

But biography was not exactly her aim.  She was more of a poet--someone who tinkered with words and shades of meaning and phraseology for the fun of it, someone whose search for the telling detail was a source of joy.  In this way, she shaped her surroundings as much as they shaped her.  And let's not forget laughter.  She had an unerring sense of what was funny, coming as she did from a strict Methodist upbringing and learning through living to leave it well behind, and could double over from the effects of her own writing.  It was a focal point for her talent, yes, but also a necessary release.

The thought used to cross our minds that Mom could have had a wonderful life writing advertising cipy on Madison Avenue instead of raising 10 children on no money in the middle of nowhere.  But this was before we really knew her.  We have learned from the things she left behind that hers was a remarkable life, defined most of all by the wish to include everything.  From a child's poem or a paid-off loan note to her rural Ohio domestic life that allowed, or inspired, the perfect turn of phrase in a prizewinning entry, one thing was as important as the next, and equally absorbing.  Looking through these things she left for us in the months after she died allowed us to see, piece by piece, what she was all about, and to appreciate the true extent of her accomplishment.

I have a recurring dream about my mother.  She is sitting on her living room couch, holding this book in her hands.  "This is wonderful," she is saying, with tears in her eyes.  "But where did you find all of this material?  Where did it come from?"

From you, Mom.  It came from you.
(p. 363-364)
A LOVELY BOOK! 
Thanks to Margene Snow for recommending this for our Book Club reading this year.

BOOK REVIEW - THE GIANT JOSHUA

Twenty years ago or so I read “The Giant Joshua” by Maurine Whipple. It is a story that speaks to my heritage because it is about the settling of St. George. The first Mormon convert in my family was Jacob Hamblin and he was there on the front lines of this pioneering experience. Jacob wanders in out of the pages of the story but it is not about him. It is about a young girl who arrives in the first wave of this desert settlement, 17 years old and the third wife in a polygamist marriage. This week I read the book again and I know that it will take a few weeks to recover from the emotions I have experienced reading this story again.

Some years ago, when Eugene England was still teaching at BYU, he taught a class at Education week about the book. I was lucky enough to be there. I have never forgotten what he said, that the book was the most beautiful Mormon fiction ever written--I would say this assessment still holds. I recall him reading a passage, typical of many wonderful images from the book:


There before them, carpeting the depression, were thousands of fairy bells with lavender hearts, tossing their lovely heads. Flowers wilting at a touch, so delicate as to be almost other earthly there among the black rocks. Sego lilies! Sown as thickly as a desert sky with stars. Poised like heavenly butterflies there on the grim lava surface as if they needed no roots, would float upward at a breath...P. 174


The story is about the survival of the human body and spirit amid the raw dessert elements...heat, starvation, floods, plagues of death and polygamy—why we mortals are not good enough to live polygamy. Maurine Whipple portrayed every possible side to the good bad and ugly aspects of the principle.


Maurine Whipple wrote the book in 1941 and entered it into a national first novel competition. She won. Brother England said she was hailed across the country for the book but it couldn’t be purchased in Utah. The church thought it was too negative a portrayal of polygamy. My mother said that you could borrow it at the library but there were long waiting lists of those wanting to read it. 1941 was still close to the very ugly ending of polygamy and I understand how the leaders of the church would still be sensitive.


Attitudes did change, however, and the book has been republished several times and sold in church bookstores. It is sad that Maurine felt such rejection from the homefront that she never wrote another novel...a tragedy indeed because her ability to capture the wrenching, loving, dreaming, suffering spirit is beyond anything I have ever read. If I have a favorite novel this is it.

CASHEW CHICKEN

I found this recipe on  http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/  My husband gave it the thumbs up and he is fussy.  I liked it also.  It is surprisingly quick and simple and would be a respectable dinner party entre.  I thought it needed a little more sauce and changed things a little to eliminate some of the fat with the heavy whipping cream. We didn't miss it but if you want to make it very rich use all cream and eliminate the water and flour.    If you are not a curry fan there is not enough here to tell it is curry. It serves about 6 but not huge servings.

4 chicken breast halves cut into bite size pieces.

1/4 C. dry sherry or apple juice.  (I used the juice and it was fine)

2 tsp. cornstarch

1 large clove of finely grated garlic

1 1/4 tsp. salt

3/4 tsp. curry powder

Mix these ingredients together and marinate for 15 minutes to a few hours

Melt 2 T. butter in a large frying pan.  Saute 8 oz. sliced mushrooms until they begin to brown.

Remove from the pan and set aside.  Melt 2 more T. of butter (I used lt. olive oil here) in your pan and when it begins to sizzle add the chicken with marinade.  Stir fry until the chicken is nice and brown.  Add the mushrooms.

In a bowl mix together 1 C. whipping cream 1/2 C. water and 1 T. flour until smooth.  Pour over the browned chicken and simmer for 10 minutes.  Serve over rice or noodles.  Sprinkle each serving with salted cashews or pass around the table.  Add chopped parsley if desired.