Well, I will tell you. Actually, I think I’ll let a fellow blogger tell you. I went looking on the web for basic miga recipes to share with you, as I had a reader ask about them. And on my little web-searching journey, I found the answer on a blog! That was just perfect, to me, as I love showcasing other bloggers! Charlotte, is based in Berkeley, California and her blog is called, Love and Cooking – gotta love that title! And you will find quite an interesting (and two year long!) conversation attached to her migas post, which is called, Migas (Mexican breakfast).

Here at our house, we make probably the most basic miga recipe ever! We just tear up the tortillas, fry them, then crack a ton of eggs and get them ready for scrambling. (We probably use about 12 tortillas and 12 eggs. I often do more than 12 tortillas, though – because so many of them get eaten while I’m trying to cook! Dirty little homemade tortilla chip scavengers!!) I put the newly made tortilla chips aside for a bit, then start scrambling the eggs. When the eggs start to dry up a bit, but, not too much, then I start tossing in the chips, a little at a time. You don’t want to put them in too soon, because then the eggs make the chips all gooey, but, if you wait to long, they don’t attach to the eggs. And that’s just no fun! I love those perfect bites of semi-crunchy chip with a big chunk of egg stuck to it!

And that is my miga story! Yes, we are gringos, I fully admit it. We don’t do it right. But we like it that way. And – I was taught by a Mexican friend. So that should count for something!

Those of the grown-up variety, that is. See, Mark’s been taking the kids out shopping for all of their school supplies. So I asked him to get me some more Pens, because, the kids have stolen all but ONE of mine off of my desk! They were sort of nice ones, too, that he had bought me for Christmas. So you know what he did, upon hearing that request? He went over to the cabinet where he keeps all of his office stuff, got me out one black pen, and handed it to me. ‘Here ya go’, he says. I tell ya, when it comes to spending green stuff on people, grown-up boys just don’t like it! Ugh! I’m gonna have to take the checkbook and go get myself some damn pens! Might buy a little desktop safe to keep them in, too! Grrr!

Sammie and I were really wanting to make them the other day, but, my back was killing me! There was no way that I would have been able to stand there frying the tortillas in the oil. It is a lot of standing around. When we lived in Richardson, we had bar stools, so if I was achy or sore, I could just pull a bar stool up to the stove and sit there and cook them. My sister-in-law had bar stools in this house when she lived in it, but, I think that kitchen is just too darn small for them! And I think we actually haven’t had migas since we’ve been in Alabama! Which is dumb, because all five of us love them! And you know how hard it is to please a family of five at dinner time! Well, we’ll get to them one day – especially now that it’s on my mind! Hey – maybe that would be a great dinner for the first night of school. Yeah, that is a good idea!

I got an email from my big brother, who happens to live in Pueblo, CO and
work in Colorado Springs, CO and has plans to eventually move his
family to Springs.

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You see, we may have mentioned to him that we were thinking of maybe moving
to Springs.

I don't know, I'm a little daft here - do you think he was trying to tell
me something?



Hmmm....'Colorado Springs' written ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT times!!

*scratches chin*

"Whatever could you mean, dear brother?" 
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