“We Have The Vote” (Bob Dylan)

Bob Dylan Updates Times They Are Changing in 2018

Keep reading while you listen…the words are below.  Wonderful for me to listen to a writer editing a winner.  Art isn’t stagnant.

Ellespeth

Bob Dylan returns to the Orpheum Theatre in Minnesota to perform an updated version of “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” Full lyrics below:

Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that our country don’t feel like our home
And that silence speaks louder than those who condone
If a tweet to you is worth favin’
Then lift up your voices and put down your phones
For the times they are a-changin’

Come women and men who hashtag Me Too
And believe me when I say that we believe you
For weak is the man who calls truth “fake news”
Time’s up, our silence we’re breaking
And even though Mel Gibson was in Daddy’s Home 2
Well the times they are a-changin’

Come athletes with platforms throughout the land
Who by taking a knee are taking a stand
And before you shout out that they should be banned
Listen to what they are saying
Perhaps they’d stand up if you reached out your hand
Well the times they are a-changing

Come journalists, writers who report the facts
And brandish your pen to fend off his attacks
Look past what he says and look at how he acts
The fire and fury is raging
For his words can hurt, but your words can fight back
New York Times, they aren’t a-failin’

Come leaders who bully like Internet trolls
We’ll curse you with four-letter words ‘love’ and ‘hope’
For we will go high even when you go low
The order is re-arranging
For you have the power, but we have the vote
The times they are a-changin’

Sometimes I Feel Like A Wrung Out Rag

kitchen-691247_640I think I like this post title as, perhaps, a poem or a story idea. But now onto more important matters:

It’s been two years since my last license renewal. Because of my macular degeneration, I have to renew my license every two years and TAKE A FRIGGIN DRIVING TEST!

It’s not like I didn’t know this was going to happen but, wishfully, I wondered what I’d do if the state forgot about me. And you, Mr. Law Abiding Citizen, informed me that I’d have to renew before it expired…even if the state didn’t notify me 😦

Last time, I paid to take a driving course…even though I’ve been driving for 50 years. This year, instead of paying for a driving course, I am subjecting you and my best friend to driving all around the DMV office twice a week. This is week 2. Due to Google mapping issues, one of last week’s days was a disaster, so I had to have three days of driving the course. Then two this week and one more, next Monday, and then my driving test is next Wednesday.

If I don’t pass it, I’ll just keep taking it until I do – even if it means taking the driving test in some small California town…while on ‘vacation’.

My arm feels much better. I’m still resting it. I hope to back up and typing away in another day or two. For now I’m coloring pages from some doodle-like coloring book – positive affirmations and shapes and flowers. I feel like a flower child all over again. I’m working, long hand, on my letter outline for April’s A-Z Blogging challenge. I’ve decided on a theme of sorts and realizing that life happens and some days may be off-theme days.

Ellespeth

 image from pixabay

Cooking As Story – A Cajun Poet Cooks Tortilla Soup

 we forgot to take a picture 😦  it looks like this

 

I thought I’d continue procrastinating today – why reverse course this late in the day – and write out this recipe.

When my Grandma showed me how to make a roux, it was almost like she was telling a story. Her voice was soft. She was almost whispering. All with a wonderful Cajun accent. That was 40 years ago. I was in my 20’s. It’s a miracle – a real miracle – that that roux didn’t burn to a crisp. That’s how dark my Grandma could make a roux. It didn’t take her very long to get it so dark. It still takes me about an hour 😛 “Be careful it doesn’t burn,” she said. “If it does burn, you’ll have to start all over again.” I’m exaggerating but…it seems her roux was done by the time she’d given that warning!

Cajun Tortilla Soup

BTW, this was fantastic left over tonight. I froze some up. Two of us will get 5 meals from this recipe and a light lunch tomorrow.

The reason I’m calling this Cajun tortilla Soup is because I sorta made up this recipe this afternoon. Also, I’m not s ure about th e measurements. I could have had a bowl for lunch this afternoon but…the restaurant wanted to charge $9 for a bowl. Sigh. It did sound delicious, though, so I came home to make some for supper 😛 Some sorta tomato based Mexican soup with chicken and hominy and stuff, topped with crushed tortilla chips, avocado and I think I saw some green onions on someone’s bowl and some sour cream.

Hmmm….this isn’t something to make Monday evening after work when the toddler needs a bath and the grade schooler is crying over her homework. Once made, though, it’s about 10 nice servings and it freezes well. And kids like anything with the words taco and cheese bread on the menu.

The Recipe

Ingredients:
1) 2 cups pinto beans – I used some frozen ones I’d prepared from dried beans – about 2 cups. (unless you’re trying to impress someone – future life partner or mother-in-law, you can buy canned low sodium ones and rinse them off)
2) 5-6 cups purred plum tomatoes – or that much canned, no salt added diced tomatoes (put either in a blender and pulse not too much)
3) 2 -3 cups frozen corn – I used while corn cuz I thought it would add a light color
4) 1 large onion and garlic (to taste) and a couple of mild to hot kind of Mexican peppers – chop all that.
5) Broth – 24 to 32 oz some kind of broth. I used chicken broth since chicken is in the recipe and I had some in the freezer. There’s also all sorts of low sodium and totally unsalted broths to store buy these days. Just watch the ingredients for extra yucky stuff you can’t pronounce!
6) Spices – a teaspoon of oregano, couple teaspoons of chili powder and – just to be on the Cajun safe side, some cayenne pepper to taste. Season to your own taste and tolerance!
7) 1 cup or so of polenta – hominy/ grits would work just as well, – I thought.   Since I’m not in New Orleans anymore, I used polenta cuz it cooks an hour or so and I can only find quick cook grits here in California 😦 The recipe needs to simmer an hour or so – I don’t think instant grits would hold up texture that long? I don’t know. So I used polenta.
8) 3 nice sized chicken breasts boned and skinned. (About a pound and a half)
9) Toppings: sour cream, green onions, shredded cheese and sliced avocado and broken tortilla chips and cilantro.

Directions:
Get 1-3 ready in a bowl. Rinse the beans.

Chop your onion and garlic and cook that down in a tablespoon of olive oil – be sure to measure! I used to think I was using a tablespoon until I measured and I’d actually been using a little more than that. Never too old to watch fats – even so-called ‘good fats’.

Cook your chicken breasts in another pan. 5 mins on each side. Cut those up in bite sized pieces.

While all that’s cooking down pulse the tomatoes once or twice – canned ones just pulse once probably.

Put all the above in a soup pot and season with the spices.  Add the broth and stir.  Cook on medium for about 15 mins.

Add the chicken and 1 cup of the polenta.

You’re going to cook this for about an hour. May need to add more liquid or more polenta – depends on how you like a one meal soup.

Serve this topped broken tortilla chips (low or no salt ones and low-fat) some avocado and sour cream and green onions and cheese – low-fat sour cream and cheese and cilantro.

Serve with cheese bread cheese on a bun broiled until cheese melts.

And you’re done and it’s lovely and easy peasy 🙂

Whew, I can talk!  But my poems and stories are short 😛

Enjoy!

Ellespeth   

Those Bare Parts – A Poem and some important thoughts

Those Bare Parts (final.1)
There are bare parts
we don’t reveal
even to a lover.
Somewhere should record these parts
just in case we need them
in the future

Ellespeth

I’ve been trying to decide where to focus my blog. It’s taken over a year. Originally, I was just going to post these short things of a day in my life. Then I saw that people were posting poetry on WordPress. Oh dear! So I thought:
Well, I’ll go on and post a few poems and mix those all in with those short daily things about my life. And then, of course came the Cajun Recipe tangent I go off on now and then. How could I deny that?
So tonight I’m tired. I can’t sleep. I’m facing editing nightmares because of bits and pieces I’m discovering on my desktop. (I posted about that earlier today) I’m listening to one of the Celtic Women CD’s on my whatever cloud thing you’ve put up for me.
I think I have discovered where to focus my blog:
Blogging a poet’s mind while writing and how every sight and sound and breath of every day becomes the poem? So there! That is what I have decided to do. I’m not sure exactly how I’m going to do this but do this I will.
I’m tired. Celtic Women now singing Danny Boy…sigh…I have so much to say about so many pieces and parts of life. There are bare parts – of each of us – that we don’t even share with a lover. Somewhere should be recorded these parts. Maybe here…is what I mean about the poet’s mind this poem came when I wrote the words bare parts:

Those Parts (1.1)
There are bare parts
of each of us
that we don’t even share with a lover.
Somewhere should record these parts
just in case we need them
in the future
Ellespeth