Sunday, May 30, 2010

Guacamole Heaven...The Best Guac EVER!!!

Every time I make guacamole, I think: I need to get this recipe on my blog! 

I just made another batch and decided to head right over to my computer and get this up for others to enjoy. I cannot take credit for it; my best friend's husband is the chef for this one. But, we make it all of the time and everyone that tries it agrees: IT'S THE BEST!


3-4 Medium- Large Haas avocados. (A ripe avocado should be very dark green and slightly soft but            NOT mushy!)

1 Can Rotel (diced tomatoes and green chiles). Do not drain.

About 1/3 of a lemon. You can use refrigerated lemon juice if you don't have fresh. You can substitute lime, but it isn't quite as tasty. You may also add more juice to taste, if you want, when it is at the tasting stage.

Garlic salt (about 1/2 tsp? I just shake it on. Start with a bit and add as you taste).

Cavendar's Greek Seasoning OR  Ground Pepper  (1-2 tsp. to taste). Cavendars is yummy but pepper is nearly as good if you don't have Cavendars. 

Method: Scoop avocados into bowl and mush well with fork. Dump can of Rotel into bowl and stir well. Add seasonings, stir, taste, tweak if needed, taste again... then watch it disappear! 

So yummy! I expect to see this stuff in heaven!

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At the Intersection of Creation and Evolution: A Dream

The alliterating story below is based on a dream I had several years ago. Please contact me for permission to reproduce.

Darkness devours me.

I am enveloped in emptiness.

Are my eyes open or are they closed? I strain against this shroud of night and still see nothing.

What is this place?

An image illuminates in front of me. A large, leafy tree streaks past and vanishes.

It deserts me to the darkness again.

In a moment, more images appear. A rapid succession of snapshots and thoughts clamor before my eyes and mingle in my mind.

I see seedlings. Several supple shoots have emerged before me and then swiftly stream away.

“The first trees on earth were not seedlings”, my mind observes. “They were not created as small insignificant saplings.”

That thought is rapidly replaced with a vision of a man.

He’s maybe 30; he is muscular and needs to shave.

He fades away.

In his place I see an infant.

A tiny bundle of pink skin upon a soft blanket flickers briefly in my brain.

“Man was created with age,” is the next statement I hear. “Adam did not begin his life as a baby, he began as a grown man.”

The voice seems like my own.

The thoughts do not.

Reeling before me now is a blur of rivers, forests, mountains and even layers of the earth. It is like a movie rushing rapidly before my retina.

The soundtrack of this epic is proclaiming a peculiarly plain concept:

“The earth was created with age. Creation and evolution are not in total opposition. There is a reason that science finds the earth to be quite old: it was made that way.”

Thoughts continue to tumble through my mind; pictures parade before me. I listen in amazement to what seems to be puzzlingly profound and yet rather apparent all at once.

“Adam was created as an adult. Trees and plants were made fully grown.”

I suddenly feel quite certain that, if I were to chop down some of the trees that had been spoken into existence, I would find a range of rings running through their trunks.

“The earth was brought to life with age built into it… just like Adam. He did not begin life as an infant. The earth came into being with what it would need to sustain the life that was created. It was old when it was young. The world was
made with maturity; it was also produced with purpose.”

These thoughts are thrilling. Why had I not seen this before? It seems so simple. Obtusely obvious. Had others not observed this correlation? If they had, why wasn’t it being candidly conveyed?

In the span of thirty seconds I have been ravaged by a radical revelation. I feel the weight of its worth resting on me; it is tantamount to tangible.

I am neither a theologian nor am I a scientist. I don’t claim that the ethics of evolution are completely compatible with the Bible’s account of creation. But certainly Science can come concurrent to creation and affirm our faith with facts.

Of course, the Omnipotent Originator of the Universe is exceedingly elusive to what our mind could ever envision. Above what science could ever extensively elucidate.

Accordingly, creation is confounding too. Each diverse discovery deems it more marvelous to grasp. Many scientists have reluctantly relented to the theory of Intelligent Design.

That’s why, alongside those facts, we also need faith.

Lying inexplicably at the intersection of those two essential elements is an exceptional endowment: the intermittent insight of our dreams.