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Ten Can Taco Soup

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The mood today was something fast and very easy and positively scrumptious.

This ticked alllllll the boxes.

Yum.

 

 

Ten Can Taco Soup

Note: Don’t bother draining any of the juices–it makes the soup…soup!

Pour the following in a large soup pan.

2 cans shredded beef (or 1lb. ground beef- browned), or canned chicken

2 cans black beans

2 cans corn

2 lg. cans diced tomatoes

1 small can refried beans

1 can of water

1 pkg. Ranch dressing mix

1 pkg. Taco Seasoning.

Stir all ingredients together and heat to boiling, stirring occasionally. Reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes. Serve with a dollop of sour cream and cheese cubes. Great with tortillas or baked pita bread.

 

Ten Can Taco Soup
 
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Ingredients
  • 2 cans shredded beef (or 1lb. ground beef- browned)
  • 2 cans black beans
  • 2 cans corn
  • 2 lg. cans diced tomatoes
  • 1 small can refried beans
  • 1 can of water
  • 1 pkg. Ranch dressing mix
  • 1 pkg. Taco Seasoning.
Instructions
  1. Don't bother draining any of the juices--it makes the soup...soup!
  2. Pour all ingredients in a large soup pan.
  3. Stir together and heat to boiling, stirring occasionally.
  4. Reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes.
  5. Serve with a dollop of sour cream and cheese cubes.
  6. Great with tortillas or baked pita bread.

 

 

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One Day…

and a pile of snow later.

It feels so good to be inside with all the wind and flurries on the other side of the window. Time to sort and fold and clean and…cook…hmmmm…soup–I think.

I’ll get back to you.

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Here it comes…

Snow I mean…so I grabbed the other pictures from around the yard, because if all that (see above) comes down–it will be “curtains” for my pretty leaves.


Too soon.

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Do Not Disturb

No raking please…

Just let the leaves stay right where they are. I’m not finished with them. I need them to drift and swirl and float and land and rest undisturbed for a while yet.

I’ve waited so long–all winter, all spring, all summer in fact, to stand in the wind and let the browns and yellows and woody greens and reds…oh, the reds, fall into my out stretched fingers.

Please let them stay until I’ve had my fill. Until there is no need for jumping in them or hiding under them or sloshing through them. Until the very sight and smell of them no longer makes me breathe more deeply–with my eyes shut–to lock them safely inside my heart. Until the feel of them falling in my hair no longer makes me shiver like Christmas.

My advice to you is…please

…wait.