Jane Arie Baldwin

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Month: November, 2014

Chili for your chill: Vegetarian Frito Pie

I have made some additions to the chili and some improvements to the instructions. Now it’s better than ever.

Jane Arie Baldwin

First couple of cold days in a row here.  Had to share this recipe. Enjoy!

P.S. Don’t share this with any of my fellow Texas relatives.  If my dad finds out I’m making no-meat chili with beans and texturized vegetable protein I will never hear the end of it.  (Shhh…thinking about serving it to him at Thanksgiving!)

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VEGETARIAN FRITO PIE

Soak

1 ½ cups Texturized Vegetable Protein (TVP)

1 cup water or broth heated

Saute  

2 ½ Tbsp. oil

1 onion, chopped

3 stalks celery, chopped

2 carrots, chopped

1 red or yellow bell pepper, chopped

6 cloves garlic, preferably roasted

Make Dry Spice Mixture

1 tsp. salt

1 tsp. black pepper

2-3 Tbsp. chili powder*

2 tsp. cumin powder

¼ tsp. cinnamon

1 piece Mexican chocolate**, broken into pieces or grated

1 Tbsp. fresh ground coffee, dark roast or espresso

Add Liquids

1 Tbsp. soy sauce

1 Tbsp…

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Gate A-4

My mother introduced me to the work of Naomi Shihab Nye. She is now one of my favorite poets. The picture she paints in this story is how I want to live in the world — to embody it, to connect with everyone around me so that we can be rooted together.

Live & Learn

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Gate A-4 By Naomi Shihab Nye:

Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.” Well— one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.

An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing. “Help,” said the flight agent. “Talk to her . What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be late and she did this.”

I stooped to put my arm around the woman and spoke haltingly. “Shu-dow-a, shu-bid-uck, habibti? Stani schway, min fadlick, shu-bit-se-wee?” The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly used, she stopped crying. She thought the flight had been cancelled entirely. She needed to be…

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