Skip to main content

a keeper

My first "trial" recipe for the week: Gumbo.
And I modified it. Quite a bit. So I'll give you my version.

COMBINE:
1 pack of chicken breast tenderloins, cut into pieces
2 chicken bouillon cubes
a lot of water
1 T salt
a handful of mushrooms, chopped up (optional)
1/2 an onion, chopped up
1 tsp of minced garlic
a lot of celery seed (my substitute for not finding the celery stalks I "KNEW" I had in the fridge)

Bring to a boil in a saucepan, then lower to a simmer.

In a skillet, cook 1/2 lb of sausage (my substitute for not having kielbasa, or whatever it is). Add it to the chicken mixture, but save the grease in the skillet. Throw a thing of corn in the mixture (I gotta get rid of those multiplying frozen bags somehow!)

Pull some of the broth from the mixture, and use in place of water for the rice. Start cooking the rice.
Peel the shrimp, then add it to the chicken mixture. (I used 1/2 of a pd bag)
Add oil to the skillet (with the sausage grease) making it about 1/4 cup. Add 1/4 c of flour, and continuously stir over medium heat. When mixture becomes like gravy, add it to the chicken mixture.
Serve over rice.

It took a little longer to prepare than what I normally cook, but it was good and something I'll probably fix again. Hooray for one good recipe out of the pile!

The original recipe can be found here.

Comments

Lydia said…
Mmmmm....that sounds yummy. I love gumbo!

Popular posts from this blog

things we do for love

Saturday we had a baby shower for Bobby's niece. As I was making the mints, Bobby asked what else was on the menu. After I recited off the litany of items, he responded with "No peanut butter?! This shower is for Hannah! What's she going to eat?" (Hannah has had stomach problems over the years and has been unable to tolerate many foods, but peanut butter has been her staple.) Despite my assurances that she would enjoy the foods we were having, he was adamant that I needed to make peanut butter & jelly sandwiches for the shower. Even though I protested that NOBODY took that to a shower, he persisted, and informed me I could make them dainty with my little cutter. And so I did. To my surprise all but 3 were eaten. Who'd a thunk it?

get your house in order

My grandmothers were very clean people. My mother thoroughly enjoys cleaning, though she doesn't quite hit the same level my grandmothers were on. I don't enjoy cleaning, but I do like things to be clean. I've almost given up on neatness. One thing that they all instilled in me is the crazy concept that your house must be in order before you go somewhere big - like a vacation or something. After all, you could die in a car crash or have to go to the hospital, and then people would go into your house and find it in a terrible mess. Who wants to be remembered by that? So up until this past year, I would sometimes be up almost all night not only trying to get things packed up, but also trying to totally clean house as well. Or should I say, make the house presentable? The Chinese had a horrible superstition that my mother and grandparents would have enjoyed. Spring Festival (the Chinese New Year based on the lunar calendar) required EVERYTHING to be cleaned top to

Wait...it's almost March?!?

 10 more months 'til Christmas. This last month has been an absolute blur. Cleaning at Mrs. Bryan's house, cleaning at our house, lots of thinking and brainstorming and rearranging, appointments upon appointments, sinus infection/allergies, Bobby's surgery, meeting with surgeon and finally agreeing to future outpatient surgery for me, ongoing updates from my parents, garden tilled and snow peas, potatoes and beets planted (and yes I left several rows empty between the potatoes and beets for something else to go later as a buffer), chickens are laying, we may have a broody hen..in FEBRUARY!!!, we have two roosters that need to disappear, lots of family have been in from out of town to assist with the sorting and cleaning at Mrs. Bryan's house, and somewhere in the midst of it all I've found time to pay bills and catch up on a few emails. While I no longer feel like our house is a disaster zone, it is still overwhelming. Years ago a friend posted a quote by Martin Lut