Sour Cream Burritos

I haven't posted a recipe in awhile, so I decided to post my good old stand-by, Sour Cream Burritos.  I'm famous in 2 churches for these!  They are even better left-over the next day.   Now, I have made these "skinny", by using fat free products, and my family threatened to stone me if I ever did that again!  I do still use fat free sour cream, though.  I serve these with refried beans, home-made salsa and chips.  Hope you enjoy them!

1 pound ground beef
3 green onions, sliced thin
2 cans cream of chicken soup
1 16 oz. tub of Sour Cream
 1  small can green chilis, drained
  1 package shredded cheddar cheese
    1 package burrito sized flour tortillas

Brown the ground beef in a large skillet.  When the meat is almost done, throw in the green onions and green chilis.  When the beef is done, drain it and return to skillet.  Add the soup, sour cream and about half of the cheese.  Mix well, over low heat, until the cheese is melted.  Spread a flour tortilla with a heaping wooden spoonful of the mixture and loosely roll up.  Place in a large casserole pan.  Repeat with remaining tortillas.  There WILL be mixture leftover!  This is spread on top of the filled tortillas and topped with the remaining shredded cheese.  Pop into a 350 degree oven and cook until the cheese on top is bubbly. 

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!

47 years ago today, my parents got married.  (to each other!)  Wow.  47 years!  Can you believe that?  In an age where marriage seems disposable and divorce rates are climbing, it is so amazing and uplifting to hear of one that has survived so long!  Within a few months of their marriage, they left their familes and moved to Columbia, South Carolina and started their own family.  I made my appearance in 1964 and my little brother showed up n 1966. In 1971 or 72, we moved back to Wagoner and that's where they've been ever since.  I know from stories I've heard all my life, that they had their share of struggles.  As an adult, I've seen them face job losses and serious health problems  at a time in their lives when they are supposed to be retired and puttering in a garden or fishing somewhere.  I know they fought and got on each other's nerves at times.  I don't think you can live with someone for so long and NOT snap at them occasionally.   But I  knew, even as a child, that these "outbursts" would NOT lead to a divorce.  I was always confident that they would rise above it.  And of course they did.  They are still in love and devoted to each other.  I have seen that as they were caring for one another during their health scares.  It was reflected in their eyes, even though they didn't say a word.  It took my breath away.  Here is what I learned from watching them all my life: committment is a strong word and when you take it seriously, divorce is NOT an opition.  You work through your problems together and you "argue" every night about whose turn it is to kiss the other one good-night first. Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad. 

Love

Darling Daughter

She's Driving!!!

Michaela is driving.  I mean it, she really is!  Driver's Ed started this week and it's been a frenzied week spent driving her to and from Color Guard camp and  Driver's Ed.  And she wants to practice.  A LOT.  "Let me drive!" has become her mantra.  I have to admit, I have a hard time having patience with this because I want to go HOME and stay there after work.  I don't WANT to go drive along some dusty road while she practices.  I know it's important for her to practice, so I try to get over what I want to do and let her have the wheel.  She's nervous when she drives so she chatters non-stop while I sit there and say things like "mmm...scoot over, you are too close to the edge of the road" or "try not to stomp on the gas/brake pedal" or "holy cow slow down!"  Okay, I've never REALLY said holy cow slow down to her because she hasn't gotten the car over 30 miles per hour! Yet.  The first time we let her drive the car was last Sunday around the empty parking lot at our church.  She drove in loops and practiced parking between the lines.  Jake summed up my feelings about the driving thing when Michaela parked the car to get out and switch places with her Dad.  I looked back to see  him sitting stiffly in the backseat, with his arms straight down, clutching the seat.  I said "Jake, are you okay?"  He looked at me and said "Whew.  THAT was weird." 

Yeah...Jake....weird.