Chorizo. Ah, chorizo. A spicy, Mexican sausage. I have found no other taste like it. You might not have ever used it before, but it is a tasty, spicy, full of flavor sausage that adds great flavor to a variety of foods.
Child #2 is my jalapeno child. She is the only one of us who will put jalapenos on chili, nachos, and a variety of other foods. She is my spicy-food-lover. She made up this recipe and we tried it last night (I wasn’t home the first time she made it.)
Here we go. This is what you need:
One, 24 oz. bag of gluten-free waffle fries
2, 9 oz. packages of chorizo – your choice of mild or spicy
2 cups of shredded sharp cheddar cheese
1/3 cup canola oil
Preheat oven to 450° F.
Line a 12″ x 18″ jelly roll pan with foil.
Spray with cooking spray.
Spread out the waffle fries.
When the oven is ready, drizzle the oil over the fries and put them in for 15 minutes.
In the mean time take your chorizo out of the the packaging and place it in a frying pan. Cook it on medium-low heat for about 15 minutes (while the fries cook), stirring often.
Take the fries out of the oven and sprinkle the chorizo on the fries. It should look like this:
Next, sprinkle the cheese on top to look like this:
Pop back into the oven for five minutes or so until the cheese melts and looks like this:
Note: If you have problems with cheese, you could always leave it off and have Chorizo Fries. Yum!!!
Yesterday I drove over ten hours. It was an exhausting trip. Way up north we traveled, children #’s 2, 3, 4, and I. We were going for child #3. This particular child has had a terribly difficult time lately, but really for most of her life. From the time she was little, her father was in her face screaming at her, hitting her. She could never do anything right. Child #1 was a wonderful musician, smart, and beautiful. Child #2 was smart and beautiful too. Child #4 was kind, beautiful, and the baby. Child #3 was just a no one, at least in her own eyes. In mine, she was and is a beautiful, talented, funny, smart child, who has locked herself down and will not let any of her talents show, so there to prove that she is no one special.
This went on for many years until finally I kicked my now ex-husband and all the kids’ father out and started to help them and me heal. It was at this point J. started really acting out and cutting herself. She felt safe to finally be herself. She has so very much pain inside that she doesn’t know how to heal. She has rejected God, though she now states that she is no longer an atheist, but rather an agnostic. It’s a start.
She becomes extremely violent when asked to help with just about anything and tends to hit me and her siblings. The police are familiar with her and our family, firstly because of her father, and now because of her. So, frequently we host a police officer or two. So charming!
This has been going on for over two years. She has been hospitalized for cutting, suicide attempts, and beating us. My ex used to beat us all, so that is where she learned it. I am so very tired of the run around with the mental health care in our country. It’s terribly sad and I generally feel that I am standing in the middle of a field screaming and no one can hear me. It’s the most powerless and hopeless feeling in the world. This is my child, my baby. How could this be happening? How could the mental health industry fail my baby so spectacularly? Is this happening to other children in other places in our country?
So, my trip…it was long, but with a purpose. I took her up to a treatment center for help. She thought it would be more like a camp, and I think after the COVID clearance, it will be. She is not happy. In fact, she called tonight, begging me to get her out. I refused. I know this is for her own good, but it is so hard to hear her pleading voice and to stay strong. Yeah. I’m such a horrible meanie!!!
This is just one of those times that I have to do something for her own good. I hate when I have to do that. It’s difficult, but necessary. Isn’t single parenting fun?
Where is the ex-husband and father in all of this, you ask? Well, to be honest, he is not allowed to see the children. He is allowed, once a year, to send each of them a birthday card, since they have the ability to open it or not. If their therapists ever think they are ready to see him, they will facilitate that. Honestly, after all the abuse, I can’t imagine any of them wanting to see him ever again. And that is all I’m going to say about it.
So I dropped her off and left her to hopefully find her again. To find that sweet, smart, beautiful, funny, talented girl that I miss so very much. Please get well, dear. Soon and come back to us. We are praying for you.
I have made a difficult decision. My beautiful, tiny Church is opening for Mass tomorrow, Pentecost. I am torn by the indecision to go or not to go. On one hand, Mass has always been the best hour of my week. I love the prayers, the music, the homilies, everything, including seeing my neighbors.
But I’m scared. With my underlying conditions, if I contract COVID-19 I could be dead in a week and a half. It’s not that I’m afraid to die. I have a strong and abiding faith in God and while I’m far from perfect, Jesus is my three o’clock friend. What I mean by that is that I can call upon him in the middle of the night and He never gets mad. He’s just glad to hear from me, at whatever hour.
I am the choir director at our small church, yet we are not allowed to have a choir because of COVID-19. Even though these people are my friends and neighbors, it is still terrifying. Even if I didn’t have celiac disease, I still have two other risk factors, so no. I won’t do that to my children. My kids depend on me. As a single mom I am all they have. Two would be o.k., but two are far too young to lose me. So I can’t, in good conscience, risk it.
That is my final decision. It’s not that I don’t love God or my Church and don’t for one minute think that I won’t be praying and watching Mass on TV. I just can’t take the chance that I will get sick and my kids will lose even more than they already have. So I will make peace with it, and wish you all peace as well.
This morning I woke up full of vim and vigor. I wanted to make brownies; but not just any brownies. I wanted to figure out a recipe for Black Forest Brownies, since a friend of mine had given me a bag of dried cherries. Yum!
I decided to start with gelatin blocks. I mixed up the peach and pineapple gelatin and prepared to put it in a jelly-roll pan. Mmmhmm…it helps if your pan isn’t ancient and warped. No. It just was not going to cooperate!
I poured the gelatin back into the bowl and popped the whole thing into the fridge. So it won’t be in blocks? It will still taste great topped with whipped cream.
So, the brownies…first I was stymied with the lack of baking chocolate bars at my house. There was only one where I thought I still had two. Darn! I needed two for my brownies. I decided to try a conversion. For four ounces of bitter chocolate I needed 12 tablespoons of cocoa, otherwise known as 3/4 of a cup, and four tablespoons of butter.
The brownies came out looking awesome and the smell amazing. Here’s what I did:
Preheat oven to 350° F.
Prepare your 9″ x 13″ pan by spraying it with cooking spray and setting it aside.
Roast the chopped pecans in a separate, shallow pan lined with foil for seven minutes in a 350° F oven, stirring halfway through. Cool.
Turn oven down 325° F.
20 Tbsp. butter
4 oz. bitter chocolate (1 bar)
1 1/2 C brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla
1 C coconut flour
1 C tapioca starch
1 tsp. baking powder
1 Tbsp. xanthan gum
3/4 tsp. salt
1 1/2 C toasted, chopped pecans
1 1/2 C dried cherries
1 1/2 C semi-sweet chocolate chips
Whipped cream for dressing!
Put butter and chocolate in a microwave safe bowl and melt in microwave stirring in 30 second increments until smooth. Set aside.
Mix eggs and brown sugar and beat until light and fluffy. Add vanilla and mix well. Add dry ingredients of cocoa, coconut flour, tapioca starch, baking powder, xanthan gum, and salt, mixing gently. Add cooled chocolate mixture until thoroughly combined.
To dough, add dried cherries, chocolate chips, and roasted pecans. Mix well.
Put dough into prepared pan and push into corners with a silicone spatula.
Bake for 25 minutes at 325° F oven. Let cool in pan. Cut and serve with whipped cream (or ice cream). Enjoy!
The best reaction I saw for these was child #4’s reaction. Her eyes got really big and she smiled around her bite topped with whipped cream. That smile said they were pure bliss!
A few days ago child #2 and I were cutting the lawn. We don’t have a functional riding mower, but rather must cut our one acre plot with a push mower. We make this more bearable by taking turns around the yard with every two passes.
While I was awaiting my turn, I rested under the white angel crabapple tree. This tree is a descendant of one that my father planted for my mother on an anniversary at the farm.
The blossoms were about spent and a gentle breeze sent them skittering to the grass. I was in the middle of a flower shower! I couldn’t help but compare it to a snow shower. Much more warm and fragrant, though both are white and breathtakingly beautiful.
If only I could bottle the beauty of the warm Spring shower for a bitterly cold day in January!
So I tucked this precious time in my memory for a day when my heart needs a lift. I pray that you will savor these times that bring your heart joy. Hold them dear when you are low and they will gladden your heart!
Today has been a very long day. However, at the end of it all we have a cleaned out, organized garage. We have much to donate, much to recycle, and much to pitch.
The most interesting find of the day? Well… between the old, rusty brake pads and rotors, the broken detritus, the poop from the good Lord only knows what animals, and the crud ton of sheet metal parts, the decision is difficult. However, I think the clear winner, by pure virtue of the amount in there would be the sheet metal parts. Ah, we just thank God that there is no longer a reason to keep all of this crud!
However, when we were cleaning out, my oldest noticed our not so nice next door neighbor taking pictures. I know in my heart that she will be up at the town office to complain. Then someone from the office will come by to take another picture and send it to me with a notice that I have 10 days (at this point only about 5) to clean it up.
Here’s the thing, though…by the time the 10 days is up, the garbage guys will have picked up the trash. That’s what’s so frustrating…the whole thing is such a waste of time and town resources. Why do they have to torture our family? I’m a single mom who was able to escape an abusive marriage. I am now unemployed because of COVID-19. Why would you want to torture someone like me?
So, beside the Chicago Style hot dogs kid #2 made for dinner, I am not in the mood to cook. I am in the mood to fall asleep on the couch while watching a movie with kid #3.
This had become our tradition. Each kid is assigned a day of the week. Said child picks out a movie or game to watch/play with me. The child is allowed to invite any or all of her sibblings to watch with her. There are special treats and snuggles if they’re wanted.
I promise to get back to baking soon and get you some awesome recipes! Those recipes on my radar: the most fantastic chocolate-coffee frosting, cream cheese citrus frosting, onion rings, and on and on and on. Mmmmm…wipe the drool away! So stay tuned…
I was informed this morning of the passing of our priest and friend, Fr. Mike. Since we are a tiny parish, the Archdiocese does not have enough priests to have one just for us. So, our deacon finds available, retired priests, who would like to help us out and say Mass for us on a Sunday, two, or as many as they can. Fr. Mike has been helping us out for the last couple of years.
Being in Fr. Mike’s presence you knew you were beside a holy and humble man. He was truly one of the good priests. At 95, you wouldn’t expect him to stay forever, but I was still heartbroken when I heard. He was not perfect, as no man can be, but he was so very good. He always thanked everyone, the servers, readers, choir, etc. for all of their contributions. It was beautiful, as living in a small town, you truly do need everyone to come together to make things work.
I love my tiny church. I love the presence of God I feel there. I love the people that make up the congregation and my choir. I loved Fr. Mike. He may have gotten repetitive in his last sermons, but it was for a purpose. He knew he was repeating when he told us to pray as soon as we got in our cars in the morning. The reason? So we did not get caught up in the day and forget to pray! He had a great love for his church, Our Father, His Son, His Spirit, and all of the saints, especially our Blessed Mother.
Rest in Peace, Father Mike. I can’t think of anyone who deserves more than you to go straight into Jesus’ arms for a big hug. Give Him one for me, ok?
Hello! Today, as promised, I will post my Grandfather’s special birthday cake. A little background, first. My grandparents lived about an hour away from my mom, dad, sister, and I on our small farm. We would visit and they would visit, but we did not have daily contact. This made it all the more special when we did get to see them to celebrate Grandpa’s birthday. He was a summer baby all those years ago. He lost most of his family to tuberculosis as a small child, including his mother. His father put him in an orphanage because, at the ripe old age of 50, he had no idea what to do with a four year old son.
This is how we were blessed with things like “snotball pudding” (tapioca pudding without the eggs which were rationed for WWI) and “honeymoon salad” (lettuce alone = let us alone)!
I can still here him ask “Get enough to eat?” because I’m sure, as a growing child in an orphanage, he did not always.
My grandfather met my grandmother when she went to get a job at the store at which he was the manager. Grandpa told all the other men working there that grandma was engaged so they wouldn’t bother her and he had a clear shot! Outrageous, but it worked!
So every year on his birthday, Grandpa got his favorite birthday cake and chocolate chocolate chip ice cream, even if it did mean that Aunt Carol would have to let out his Christmas vest again. I don’t think she ever got to put in the maternity panels she threatened!
So without further ado, the recipe:
Grandpa’s Favorite Chocolate Fudge Cake
4 squares unsweetened chocolate (1 pkg., 4 oz.)
1/2 cup softened butter
2 1/4 cups packed brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 cup tapioca starch
1 1/2 cups sweet sorghum flour
2 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1 Tbsp. xanthan gum
1 cup sour cream
1 cup boiling water
Preheat oven to 350°F. Prepare your chosen pan(s) by spraying with cooking spray, or lining with cupcake wrappers.
Break up chocolate and melt in a microwave-safe bowl in the microwave at 15 second increments, stirring after each until melted. Set aside to cool.
With a stand mixer in a large bowl, mix softened butter. Add brown sugar and beat in well. Add eggs, vanilla, and cooled chocolate and blend in well. Incorporate the dry ingredients and the sour cream into butter mixture until no lumps remain.
Carefully add boiling water to mixture and mix in well. The batter will be thin.
Pour the batter into your prepared pan(s) and slide into preheated oven. Cook for allotted time.
9 x 13 – 45 minutes
2, 9″ rounds – 35 minutes
36 cupcakes – 18 minutes
Please note that these times are approximate, as ovens vary.
For Grandpa, we would make chocolate frosting, but I wanted something different this year. I will post a most fabulous chocolate frosting recipe soon as well as the one for the citrus cream cheese frosting.
Welcome to Gluten Free Recipes and Writings. I am your host, Rita. I have been cooking and baking gluten free for the past 17 years and much longer non-gluten free. My four children and I all have celiac disease, so it is necessary to be creative. I started out on this gluten-free journey over 17 years ago. It was a relief to find out why I could not lose weight, but it has been a struggle. Now, 17 years later, I want to help anyone who is curious about the gluten-free diet; anyone who needs to make a meal gluten-free for a friend, or acquaintance; anyone who wants to cook for a family in crisis, or a shut-in with celiac disease; anyone who is looking for help with the gluten free diet . What about you? What challenges do you have?
Today is the first blog post. I chose this date especially because it was my adopted grandmother’s birthday. She was a wonderful, faith-filled woman who I admired (and still do, though she has passed on now) wholeheartedly. She left this world about 19 years ago, before I even knew I had celiac disease. I miss her like crazy, but am trying to be the woman she always believed I was.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I promise to give you the recipe for my grandfather’s favorite Chocolate Fudge Cake. It is beyond wonderful, so try not to drool on your computer/tablet/phone! Stay tuned…