Frito pie!!

Today we had a 'spread' or luncheon at work to celebrate all the birthdays and work anniversaries of the last quarter. I just love a good spread! My contributiion was Frito Pie. I hadn't had it in a while and we had a carny foods theme so i thought it fit. One of the girls was from up north and had never heard of Frito Pie even though she had lived in Texas for a few years already. That got me to thinking that perhaps others had not heard of it either so thought i would share here how to make it.

i can't remember when i first had a Frito Pie but more than likely it was either at school for lunch or on a Girl Scout camping trip. For a basic Frito Pie you only need three ingredients: a can of chili (i prefer Wolf brand), Fritos or other corn chips and grated cheese. While your chili is heating up you can grate your cheese. Then put one serving of Fritos in a bowl like so:

Then add a serving of chili on top:

And then you would add the grated cheese:

Some people also like to add onions on top and even jalapeños. That is too much for me. A good way to serve this on the go is right in the single serving size of the Frito Bag. instead of opening the bag from the top, you could cut an opening in the side and the Frito Bag becomes your bowl. Then you would just add the chili and cheese and you are ready to go. This is a great easy meal when camping out.  Enjoy~!

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No joke, that really happened!

I was reading Writing without period's blog and she had a post entitled ‘no sh*t that really happened!’ Well I have a few of those stories too, so here goes:

A long time ago in a tiny town in Mexico, my father decided he was deeply in love with my mother, could no longer live without her and wanted to marry. The custom back then (and still today) is the boyfriend must ask his girlfriends parents (really the father, because the woman has no say in anything over there, especially back then) for her hand in marriage. He would go with his parents or perhaps god parents if the parents are deceased or for some reason cannot go with him.

In this case my grandfather (my dad’s father) had passed away many years ago and for some reason my grandmother would not or could not go with him to ask for my mom’s hand. He must not have had any godparents in town either because he asked the village priest if he would go representing his parents. The priest agreed and off they went.

Well my maternal grandfather was a very gruff and serious man and he did not believe in his daughter’s going to school or marrying just anybody – and in this case I guess – most especially not marrying someone who did not have a house to offer his daughter, he wasn’t rich or anything. But my dad loved my mom sincerely and that is what he offered. Well it ticked my grandpa off, cause when my dad and the priest came knocking on his door – priest or no priest - Grandpa pulled out his shotgun and ran them both off! I guess he wasn’t worried about his soul going to hell for running off the priest. Many years later, grandpa pulled his shotgun out again when he ran to fetch his two youngest children who ran away from home for the big city – Mexico City, D.F. But that is another story.

Well that did not deter my mom and dad and since they couldn’t do things according to protocol, they eventually eloped and got married on a dark and stormy night [that’s another story too! I tell you we have a bunch of them in my family. I should probably write a book….]. Grandpa accepted the marriage after that and we visited many times. My parents remained married for almost 25 years until my dad’s untimely death in his early 40s. He was a great husband and wonderful father.

So what’s your ‘no joke that really happened’ story?