Marcella Mitchell
Stories (4/0)
Grandma Ruth's Fruity Oatmeal Cookies
Each year as the fall months begin and the holidays are nearing, I begin to have a very distinct craving of something very special. Cookies! But, not any ordinary cookies. These cookies are the best of the best in oatmeal cookies. They are so very special that I get a warm and cozy feeling just thinking about them. It is said that certain smells and tastes can trigger emotions and memories. Well, these cookies do just that. For me, they represent a special kind of love that only a mother can have for her child. When I eat them, they give me a special kind of comfort of home, tradition and love. Who knew a cookie could bring so much emotion?
By Marcella Mitchell4 years ago in Feast
Vegetarian Chili
In 1975, I was a bilingual teacher in the Barrio of Palm Springs. I had twenty four wonderful children from Mexican families that were farm workers in the area. None of them spoke English and all communication was in Spanish. I was using my high school Spanish while taking extended Spanish lessons at the local college to improve my vocabulary. Most years I would wind up with an entirely different roll of students by the end of the year because of the migrant workers moving on to different farms and new families moving in. I loved teaching these children because they were always respectful and willing to learn as much as they could. The parents were always supporting and willing to do all they could to help their children. I never had any discipline problems to deal with which gave me way more teaching time. I loved every bit of this great experience. One fall day I decided to do a food experiment with the children and we explored different tastes of spices. It was quite an experience to see the reaction to different flavors from cilantro to cinnamon. I guess word got out that I liked to cook and one of my student's grandmother came to the scheduled parent - teacher conference. She spoke no English and I had to wing it in my broken Spanish. We got through with the fact that her Grandson was doing very well and to keep up the good work with him. It was a challenge and I seemed to understand most of her dialogue. At one point she indicated that she had something very special for me. She reached into her large bag, pulled out a bundle, and gently unwrapped a hand embroidered cloth and it revealed a small ceramic pot that she had with her. She was talking the whole time and I got smatterings of family and tradition and recipe in the mix. When she lifted the lid of the pot a wonderful smell of chili reached my nose. I peeked inside and there was the most wonderful mix of chili and beans that was much different from the traditional American chili that I was familiar with. As I tentatively tasted it, because I thought it was going to be real spicy, she gave me this recipe all in Spanish. It was mild and not too hot. It was the best tasting chili that I ever had! She told me it was a family recipe from her home town of Oaxaca, Mexico. I got paper and pencil out right away and began taking down her recipe. She got a kick out of me trying to write and eat at the same time, but it was so good and it was past lunch time and, yes, I was hungry. This is the only way I cook chili from now on and my family loves it. Of course it included meat among the other ingredients. Recently I have cut down on the meat intake and am exploring meat substitutes. I have discovered a new vegetarian meat substitute that works perfectly. It doesn't get all mushy when cooked in the chili. I love the convenience of this one pot meal because it allows me to keep working on my art as I am now retired and a visual artist. During the COVID-19 pandemic I found this to be a great and easy meal to cook allowing me to concentrate on my painting and work at home without having to cook every night. My husband is very happy that he is able to have a bowl any time he wants and sometimes for lunch as well as for dinner. This pot can last for a good three days in the fridge and the last bit is great on hot dogs to make the greatest chili-dogs ever! The recipe follows:
By Marcella Mitchell4 years ago in Feast
Life Keeps Me Moving
Honey, at 76 years young and retired, waking up in the morning is a blessing and gives me the boost I need to start with a mental playlist of things to accomplish for the day. My first goal is to start my stretch routine while still in the bed. Press my belly button in and hold it for a count of ten for ten times and then stretch legs and arms to make sure I can still move, and sit up. Arms up, I take a deep breath through the nose and out through the mouth, which reminds me to get up and brush my teeth (which I am blessed to still have). I smile in the mirror to make sure I have not had a stroke during the night and then all is good to go. I turn on my cell-phone in case I have any calls from family or friends, but spam calls seem to rule which is very annoying. I shower and get dressed for my morning 2 mile walk with my sister on our Yellow River trail. I have my breakfast bar with a bottle of water to wash the vitamins down and my blood pressure medicine. Then I head out.
By Marcella Mitchell4 years ago in Motivation