Where You Go I'll Go

Labels seem silly to me but I've always been fond of the SAHM title. I love staying home with my children (most of the time). It's fulfilling and it pushes me to depend on God in a different way than I've ever had to in my life before. The term "pray without ceasing" takes on a different meaning in motherhood. "God please help me to hold my lunch down as I clean up this poop off the bathroom walls," or "Lord give me patience. Help me to not raise my voice at Elijah for asking for the 100th time today if he can watch T.V," are among some of my more common prayers. They may seem petty, but I assure you they are not.

This SAHM term is one I've come to embrace and love. I struggled for so long just to be okay with being primarily mommy. I had endless moments of feeling like I was disappearing and mommy-hood had just taken over all of my being. Then almost suddenly, God gave me a wake up call. "I've called you to this! It's a gift to be a mother." I would hear it in the whispers of my early morning devotionals, in craze of getting ready for the day, or in the sleepy yawns of bedtime. From that point on, I began to discover a joy I was missing before.

But so often in this life, just when I become settled, God unsettles me. Friends do you ever feel that the older you get the crazier circumstances become and there is absolutely no escaping it? And as frustrating as that is, I know God meets me in the chaos of life. I think about Jesus walking through the torrential storm on the water. This is easily one of my favorite miracles he performs. It is in those moments of desperation that God reveals himself in INCREDIBLE ways. So as much as my body longs for comfort, my spirit longs for the storm a little too.The storm is where I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that God will show up.

So here I am settled in motherhood, and BAM, God's like, "I think you need to go back to work." Okay that's an exaggeration. I've always said that I am not called to children's ministry, pretty much from the time I became a mother. And now here I am, in children's ministry. It's a pretty hilarious process actually. No one from church offered me the position which is typically how it works. I offered myself up for the position, dragging my feet behind me the entire time. "Wahhh wahh wahh, God I don't want to do this! Don't make me." How pathetic am I, right? Realistically I am not alone in this mentality. Great prophets threw tantrums before God: Moses, Jonah, Job, David, I could go on. But don't we have this mentality that this kind of defiance always comes before GREAT revival? That isn't what I'm looking at here. I mean I do love these toddlers, but they aren't going to start singing, "Lord I give you my heart," and pray for God to be Lord of their lives.

Here is what it really boils down to though. When you say, "Where you go I'll go," that doesn't always mean taking a trip across the ocean to do God's work, creating an Odyssey-type story in the process. The idea that working in a children's classroom is less valuable than digging wells overseas, is an idea that Hollywood has created and the Church has bought. I've bought into it. Just because something has better entertainment value, does not make it "holier work" in the eyes of God. It's easy to say, "God I want to do big things with your strength. I want you to use me for your miracles." Then God says, "Okay care for the children." "Ummmm.....that's actually not what I had in mind." But shouldn't it be exactly what I have in mind? Jesus didn't just suddenly appear on this earth and say, "Here I am. I've come to save." He came as a baby. His diaper was changed. He was bathed. He made messes that needed to be cleaned up. Those things, they made a difference.

So as I begin this new journey, as I step foot into the loud and messy classroom of two and three-year-olds, pray for me my freinds. Pray that I see Jesus walk on water! Pray that the children see it too! Pray that I would not be content in comfort, but instead be joyful in the beautiful storm of children that surround me.

Back to the Beginning

Life has been happening. I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling this way. A few nights ago a good friend and I sat over steaming plates of cheesy mexican food and talked. We reminisced over what difficult meant when we were teenagers. We giggled over the idea that, "I really like him but I'm not sure if he likes me back," seemed so complicated. Listen I'm not trying to discount those feelings all you youngsters. They are real. But there we were, a couple of moms with some really complex things going on in life...
divorce...
       cancer...
             autism...
                   career changes...
Life has been happening, and if you couldn't tell I don't mean that in a good way. But that's not really the end, and let me assure you, this dinner date was filled with joy and laughter. It's just that I've been stewing. In these seasons of life, I seek hope. So many of us do, and it's right to do so. Over these last few weeks my world has been rocked and I find myself finding hope in the beginning. You might be thinking, "The beginning Amber? Really that's pretty vague." Listen people! I'm trying to be poetic here and that's a reach for me. Just bear with me.

I'm going to get all Jesusy on you. Yeah I know that's not a word. For those of you who are normally put off by bible jargon please keep reading, because there is something you need to hear in this. Okay, our church has started a new bible reading program. We've started in Genesis. I will stretch and say most people are familiar with Genesis, at least the beginning. It's the story of creation. Quite honestly I've probably read the first few chapters tens if not a hundred times. I don't say that to sound pious. I just need you to know that all this time, I was missing something.

In genesis, there is is this powerful picture painted with words about how God existed before anything. Okay...weird but lets move on. The author goes on to describe how God creates the heavens, the light, the earth, the water, the sky, etc. Each time he makes something, he speaks it into existence.

Genesis 1:3 "Then God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. (NIV)

Beyond that, after speaking most of his creations into existence, God commends his own work. He calls his own work good.

Genesis 1:17-18 God set these lights in the sky to light the earth, to govern the day and night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good. (NIV)

And then it starts getting really good. I mean it gets really really good people. Lastly God creates man (or human), but he does it differently. He doesn't speak man into existence. He shapes man. He forms him from the dust. And then he does another thing differently. He breathes HIS BREATH into man. Do you see how differently this looks? Can you see the care he takes with people?

Genesis 2:7 Then the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man's nostrils, and the man became a living person. (NIV)

And if this isn't enough, do you know what God says after he creates man? Suddenly it goes from good, to very good. See?! I told you. Really good right?

Genesis 1:31 Then God looked over all he had made, and he saw that it was very good! (NIV)

It's clear that God cares for us differently (I would argue more) than the rest of creation. And then sin entered in. But that doesn't seem to change God's meticulous, carefree, passionate love for us. Over and over again you see God's intimacy with the people that he created.

Ephesian 1:4-5 Long ago, even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes. His unchanging plan has always been to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. And this gave him great pleasure. (NLT)

Psalm 139:13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. (NIV)

Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you appart... (NIV)

I can go on. There are plenty of examples. So what does all this have to do with life happening? Because life is happening, and it hurts a lot sometimes. Maybe you have this friend who you thought was the only person you could trust, and then suddenly you can't anymore. You feel betrayed, hurt, alone. Maybe you had this precious life growing inside of you. You were imagining and planning a future for your child, your perfect baby. Suddenly all you have left is emptiness when you find there is no more life inside you. Maybe you are getting older. As you age all the people you love and care about are getting sick, withering away, dying before your eyes. All you are left with is loneliness. Maybe you are a college student, entering a new season in your life. It's supposed to be exciting, new, and fresh. Instead it's terrifying, anxiety ridden, and isolating. Maybe you made the decision a long time ago to put a needle in your arm. Now it's a life style. Now that needle dictates your every move.

Whatever "life happening" looks like for you, I ask that you go back to the beginning. GOD DESPERATELY LOVES YOU. He loves you in a way that is so much bigger, so much better, so much more powerful than anyone can fathom. Does this love keep life from happening? No. But this love can overcome. It can overcome, loneliness, addiction, anxiety, depression, fear, emptiness, and yes even death. This is hope people, and it's more than enough.

I Have A Confession

It's been a while since I've blogged. A lot has been keeping me busy lately. My sister just had a baby. I attended a mommy conference at church. I'm preparing to host a large Thanksgiving at our house this year. Those are just a few of the fabulous things that have been keeping me busy. There have been some not so fabulous things holding my attention as well though. We've recently all been sick. We've had several friends and loved ones around us get upsetting news. Possibly the most trying though, are our recent trials with our oldest, Elijah.

The sweet smile of Elijah

Elijah, as many of you may know, has been diagnosed with high functioning autism. In light of recent happenings, I've felt very convicted to write on a specific topic concerning this diagnosis. I have a confession to make. It's one not many parents of an autistic child are willing to admit. But here goes...before I had an autistic child, I had many opinions about autism. Here are some of the things I thought. It must be bad parenting. It's soo over-diagnosed. The mom probably did drugs while pregnant. That child isn't actually autistic, it's just an excuse so the parents can explain away bad behavior. I'm sure I thought other things as well. These are just some that come to mind.

Me and my boy

I tell you this so you know that I understand if you have these thoughts about my son. Let me be firm about something though, none of those things are true. Sure they may be in some cases, but those are the minority, NOT the majority. My point here is not to complain. I want to inform.

Lets look at this from a parenting perspective. If you are a parent, do you ever feel any of the following things: judged, overwhelmed, incompetent, sad, unprepared, failure? I thought so. Now think of the face of a friend affirming those things. Terrible, right? Well I have a little boy who is wonderful, but I've had to come to the grueling decision to admit that something is different about him. In doing so I've had several professionals agree with my decision and say, "Yes, your little guy is not neurotypical. Something is different about him."

Typical Elijah. Most kids his age are scared of the dark or monsters, but not him. He's scared of a space storm.

Okay here's the bulk of what I'm trying to convey here. When you tell me you don't think my son actually has autism, it isn't just your opinion and it isn't a compliment. You are insulting my parenting. You are telling me I don't know my son like you do. You are passing judgement on me. You are calling me a failure. You are telling me that I'm doing something wrong. I know you don't intend any of this, but that's what it sounds like from my end.

Here is the thing, I forgive you. I know you don't get it like I do. You don't spend every waking moment with this beautiful, complex, emotional, sweet, and yes difficult little boy. I do. I know him. I know he has autism. That doesn't define him, but it is part of him. Please know that we need your love and support. Your friendships (even if you say all the wrong things) and the joy of God are what keep us going in the dark days. I'm just pleading with you, think before you speak. :)

Just keep swimming.

I realize this post is particularly harsh sounding coming from me. My prayer is that it will be received the way I intended it to be received. My heart breaks when I hear these things. I write from brokenness and desperation, not from a place of anger. My struggle is not mine alone either. If you know a parent of an autistic child, love them and support them with words that reflect love and support. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Also to all my amazing friends and family, thank you for being willing to learn with me how to lift me up when I need your support. You will never know how grateful I am.

Hoppy Halloween Beer Cheese Soup

Okay I've been slacking lately. I'm a little behind on this blogging business. I've been creating lots of new recipes, but that takes less time than sitting down and actually typing them up. Also I've gotten pretty good at cooking with my babies in the kitchen. Blogging with the munchkins, not so much. It's almost exclusively a nap time activity.

This last week has been crazy and not so much in the good way. Katie got to make a surprise visit to urgent care after being pushed off her brother's bunk bed. I went with her to ensure I wasn't having a panic attack. PRAISE GOD she is okay! The threat of a concussion is so scary for little ones.

The only good part of that entire day was conversing with the doctor. You know how it is. Little people do crazy things. Talking to someone about such events who, a) don't have kids, or b) it's been a while for them, can be funny. I refuse to believe in the other mythological option, c) their children are absolute angels and never do anything wrong. Okay back on topic. The doctor was incredible. She also fell into the b category I think. At the beginning of the visit she asked me, "How did she get up on the bunk bed?" I took a moment to see if she was serious. She was. I replied quite eloquently, "Umm...she climbed up." Ha ha ha. Katie is almost two and a half. She's had that bunk bed mastered for a while now. The doctor then muttered something about how I should child proof the bunk bed and I giggled a little to myself.

About ten minutes into the appointment Katie climbed up onto the examination table, looked at me, and yelled, "JUMP KATIE!" I caught her and quickly told her how unsafe that was. I then turned and looked at the doctor who was laughing. I think she, at that point, had a better understanding of what I deal with on a daily basis. The doctor then said to Katie, "I think this might be the first of many visits like this to come." You are telling me!

So all this back story to tell you I've been a little off my game lately. Now you know. But...beer cheese soup is a good solution to all this don't you think? I don't know about you all, but in my world there are few things more decadent tasting than beer and cheese in soup form.

I swear I put my mood into my food too. Normally I like yummy chocolate stouts and porters when I have the occasional beer. I actually love to cook with beer more than I like drinking it. It's not that I don't enjoy beer. I just rarely can finish an entire beer. I love the heavy stuff, but it's just that. It's heavy. Call me lame. I'll take it. It's who I am and I'm okay with that. I almost always steer clear of IPAs however. I can't handle the bitter hoppiness of them. My sister-in-law Jessica claims that IPAs force you to use the taste buds that would never otherwise get use. This week was rough though so I wanted something with a bite to it.

I also love the black label, extra sharp, Tillamook cheddar. At first I thought I was going out of my mind with and Ipa and an extra sharp cheddar, but it worked out really well. You might already be able to tell that this soup isn't terribly good for you. Ignore that. It's delicious.

My garden is finally coming to it's last hurrah and I am now swimming in leeks. If you haven't ever used leeks before you are truly missing out. They have a very mild onion flavor, but what I love most is that they almost have a buttery flavor to them when cooked. You could omit them, but I think they help to balance out all the harsh flavors of the other ingredients.

Okay so starting with making the delicious roux. Roux is just a fancy word for melted butter and flour mixed together as a soup or gravy base. It helps thicken things. With this recipe I thicken twice. I think that makes it easier to adjust the consistency of your soup.

First lets melt that butter and throw all our chopped veggies in. Cook over medium heat for about five minutes. You want to make sure the leeks turn nice and bright green!

Now it's time to add your flour, salt ,and pepper. Mix it well and let it cook for about three minutes. Continue to stir the mixture. Now you are ready for your beer and chicken stock. For all you vegetarians out there, you could easily do vegetable stock instead. For the beer, I used Pyramid Thunderhead IPA. It's IBU is pretty low for and IPA. I think it's only in the fifties. I recommend you stay with something around this range. Any higher and the beer is going to drown out all that delicious cheese flavor. Also make sure you add all that liquid slowly, giving it time to thicken as you go.

This is now your opportunity to thicken the soup more. Measure out your half and half and then whisk in flour. I did 1/4 cup of flour. If you like your soup thicker do more, thinner do less. Easy peasy! Make sure you get all those pesky flour lumps out, then add the mixture to the soup slowly and stir constantly. Now add all that yummy cheese and you are done! MMMMMmmmmmm.

Hoppy Halloween Beer Cheese Soup

 Indredients: 

• 1/2 c. butter
• 4 stalks celery chopped
• 2 leeks chopped
• 1 medium onion chopped
• 1/4 cup flour plus more to thicken with cream
• 1/4 tsp pepper
• 1/2 tsp salt
• 4 c. chicken stock
• 12 oz. bottle IPA
• 1 c. half and half
• 6 oz. extra sharp cheddar cheese shredded

Instructions

1. Melt butter over medium heat
2. Chop all veggies and cook them in butter for about 5 minutes. You want to be sure the onions soften  and the leeks are bright green
3. Add 1/4 cup of flour, salt, and pepper. Mix well. Cook for about 3 minutes stirring constantly to ensure the roux doesn't burn.
4. Slowly add chicken stock and beer.
5. Increase heat to medium-high allowing soup to come to rolling boil and thicken slightly. Let cook this way for about 10 minutes.
6. Mix together half and half and more flour. I used 1/4 cup more of flour. Whisk together thoroughly. 
7. Reduce heat again to medium and add the milk, flour mixture.
8. Now add cheese and allow to melt. Mix well and serve.
9. Reduce heat

Lessons Learned

Have you ever had one of those days? You know the kind I'm talking about. It starts out frazzled, gets worse, and then just when you see a hint of light, it gets squashed out. That was my Sunday. Jamie has been working a lot of mandatory overtime at work. He came home Sunday morning around 7:00am, which is smack in the middle of what I like to call the pre-church chaos. Let me paint the picture for you:

 I get food in front of the kids. I run into my room (seriously people, I run) and attempt to throw on clothes that don't look like they belong on a homeless person. I then run back out to make sure they are still sitting at the table eating. They aren't. I'm not surprised. I usher them back to the table and remind them if they would like to finish their breakfast, they need to stay sitting at the table. I run back into my room and attempt to throw my hair in a pony tail. It goes on like this for a little while.

By the time the kids are both dressed, I feel a small sense of accomplishment. Katie has on this cute Nordic looking sweater dress and black leggins. Jamie helps wrangle them into the car and then stumbles into the bedroom to hibernate. Seriously three fifteen hour shifts in a row will do that to you. I feel frazzled as we pulled out of the driveway, but I put on some Kari Job and off we go. The kids are quiet. I am daydreaming about an entire church service with no obligations except to relax and soak in the message. It is glorious for about five minutes. In case you were wondering this is the glimpse of light.

We are less than five minutes away and I hear IT. Katie makes this terrible cough/retching sound right before she is about to throw up. I look over my shoulder. Driving safety does not apply when your two-year-old is about to vomit. I started pleading with her to hold on. I pull over as soon as humanly possible, but it's too late. I hear it and I smell it. I get out of the car and walk around to see her sweet messy little face frowning. I try to use some wet wipes to clean the mess up a bit, but I know even as I'm doing it that it's a lost cause. Did I mention Elijah is crying? Oh yeah. He's figured out this means we are going home and that is unacceptable to him. I give up and take Katie's once adorable sweater dress off. Elijah looses it even more and is quickly approaching a full melt down. I pretty much resign to the fact there is nothing I can do about it except drive home quickly.

On the way home, I can't help but feel sorry for myself. Okay maybe I can help it but I don't want to. Poor poor me. Katie is puke covered in the back seat and I'm more concerned about my own little pity party than her. I just want to go to church. I start directing my conversation at God. God, I wanted to go spend time with you without interruptions. I wanted to sing songs to you. Aren't these all good things? WHY? I know this isn't the biggest crisis. I know I have much to be thankful for. I know I'm being selfish. In the grand scheme of things this is nothing to bat an eye at. I'm aware. I'd just really like to know why this is happening now.

Okay so if this isn't a reflection of just how shallow I can be as a mother and a person then I don't know what is. It was all me's and I's in that moment. I'm just being transparent with you all because it's the only way I know how. I think most of you can probably relate to moments like this as well. The thing is, in my heart and in my spirit, I know God is good. Did He force Katie to throw up in that moment? HA, I don't think so. I'm not saying He couldn't, I'm simply saying I don't think in this instance that's what happened. I think He knew what was going to happen though, and I KNOW He had a plan. Even when I can't see the end game, I know God has a plan. I know this because I believe His word is true. I know this because my life experience has taught me that this is true. I know this because I know the God I serve. He is love. Often, so so often, we don't have the privilege of seeing that end result. It's a brushstroke in a massive work of art. Sunday though, I got my answer.

We were blocks away from the house and Elijah was in complete hysterics at that point. Suddenly he stopped crying, turned, and asked, "Katie you don't feel good do you?" Katie responded, "No Lijah, I not feel good." Elijah said, "I'm sorry Katie. We'll get you home real soon and then you'll feel better." This seems ordinary, but it isn't. My son has Autism. He often doesn't understand how to sympathize, especially with his sister. He full-on pulled himself out of a complete emotional break down and sympathized with his little sister. That entire frustrating car ride had nothing to do with me. How could I continue to be selfish? There were lessons to be learned in all of it. Elijah learned to sympathize. I learned that it isn't always about me. These are both lessons that we will go on learning in different ways. I'm just thankful that Sunday I got my answer. Sunday I got to watch my son grow. Sunday God watched us both grow.

Scrumptious Pumpkin Butter

Scrumptious Pumpkin Butter

It's time for all things pumpkin. The first day of fall was yesterday I believe. If I'm being honest though, I've been pumpkin crazy for over half a month now. I fully realize not everyone has pumpkin zeal like me, but come on WHY NOT? My husband is definitely one of those pumpkin haters. I still manage to love him.

So speaking of my husband, his lovely sister was in the area and stopped by to visit the other day. In doing so she gifted me with this cutie little pumpkin

I mean it's seriously one of the cutest little pumpkins I've seen. I immediately wanted to save him to decorate, but I just knew he wouldn't make it that long. I'm still not entirely sure, but I think he is a sugar pumpkin. I've made pumpkin puree in the past with jack-o-lantern left overs. It was okay, but I knew that this year I'd be seeking out sugar pumpkins for my puree. After much deliberation, I decided to slice and dice him. Let's all take a moment to acknowledge little Pumpkie's sacrifice.

Okay so moving on! Can I just say there is no good way to cut open a pumpkin?! I labored over this little guy for a while to peel, chop, and de-seed. It is a lot of work, but TRUST ME it will be totally worth it. I'd also like to apologize for my terrible photography. I was not intending to blog this recipe, but after some social media buzz I decided it was necessary.

Here he is getting all naked. I saved some of my peels for stove top potpourri. The peels are pretty. If you throw them in with around 2 cups of water, a cinnamon stick, a few whole cloves, and little vanilla, it will make your house smell like Fall. I burn it all day long on my back burner on low. You just have to add water throughout the day to be sure your ingredients stay covered. 

Now back to this pumpkin butter. Chopping time! Cutting the little sucker in half is going to be one of the most difficult parts. Once you get that, it's downhill from there.

 From here all you have to do is chop him up into squares. I did one to two inch pieces and that seemed to work nicely. Throw it all into your slow cooker and look at your progress. I was so relieved at this point. Now all you have to do is add the sugar, spices, and water. The slow cooker will do the rest for you. Okay that's a lie, You still have to mash it a little and fill containers.

I will warn you, after making this you are going to want to make fruit butters with your slow cooker all the time! It makes your entire house smell better than any candle you can buy. It's incredible.

Here is a close up of all my pumpkin coated in the yummy good stuff. Cook it on low for 8-12 hours, mash it all with a potato masher and blend with an immersion blender if you have one. BE CAREFUL! Hot pumpkin in your eye is not the ultimate goal here. I added a bit more water at this point and took the cinnamon sticks out. I don't see any reason you couldn't throw them back in for the next step if you want. Then I set it on low for 6 hours more and when I woke up it was ready for the food processor.

I recommend blending this stuff in small batches. Pumpkin butter is so dense it could create a little problem filling your food processor to the top. Once that is done, fill up your freezer containers and let them rest for a bit. Once they cool freeze it. My batch yielded 4 quart size containers and a little left over for the fridge. I do not recommend you can pumpkin butter. I almost did and then a friend let me on to this link which points out the issues in doing this. Basically pumpkin is so dense that you can't ensure it's getting heated all the way through (even with pressure canning).

Have fun and enjoy your pumpkin butter. It's fantastic on so many things: toaster biscuits, pancakes, oatmeal, and apparently also in coffee. Seriously it's actually good in coffee with cream and a little extra sugar. ENJOY AND HAPPY FALL!

Scrupmtious Pumpkin Butter Recipe

Photo courtesy of Courtney Frainee.

Ingredients:

• 1 sugar pumpkin around 5-7 lbs.
• 1 cup granulated sugar
• 1 cup brown sugar
• 1 cup water (plus more mid-cooking)
• 2 whole cinnamon sticks
• 1 Tablespoon Pumpkin pie spice
• 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
• 1/4 teaspoon all spice

Directions:

1. Cut pumpkin in half and remove all seeds. Remove stem and peel skin off.
2. Cut into 1-1 1/2 inch cubes and place into slow cooker
3. Add all other ingredients to slow cooker and give a thorough mixing. Place cinnamon sticks on top.
4. Set to low for 8 hours.
5. Remove cinnamon sticks and blend with a potato masher first, then an immersion/stick blender.
6. Add a little more water (about 1/4 cup) to prevent the pumpkin from burning on the sides of the slow cooker.
7. Cook on low for an additional 6 hours.
8.  Ladle your pumpkin butter in small batches into a food processor or blender and puree. I recommend about 2 cups at a time.
9. Transfer to freezer containers, let cool to room temperature, and freeze. Do not can pumpkin butter.
10. Enjoy your pumpkin butter on whatever fits your fancy!

Slow Cooker Chorizo and Poblano Soup

It's fall here in Eugene. I can see that the leaves are just beginning to turn and I'm so thrilled! Fall means so many incredible things here in the Buchholz house. Possibly one of the best things is SOUP! It's soup season. If I'm being honest every season is soup season to me, but it feels right in the fall. It's cozy and warm and delicious. It's a food hug.

 I've cooked my entire life and I almost always change recipes. It's actually a bad habit of mine. Some of the recipes I've changed so drastically, that more things are different than the same. So I've made the leap now. I'm getting my creative juices flowing, and I'm making my own recipes. It's more fun than I thought it would be. I'm not sure why I assumed it wouldn't be. I love food, food loves me. It seems like a natural thing to do right? The biggest struggle is writing it down quite frankly. The munchkins are usually dangling off my legs while I chop and write. It's chaos in the best of ways...until a toddler grabs a knife! AHHHH put the knife down! No don't give it to your brother! You get the overall picture I think.

I'm a big advocate for having the kids eat what we eat, but for my first soup creation I wanted instant gratification. For me that means chorizo. Extra spicy chorizo is too hot for our littles, but I can't stop cooking with it. Ever since I made my first pot of Caldo Verde, I'm sold on the stuff. In case you are wondering, yes, I know what's in it. It's made from all the leftover parts just like hot dogs. I don't care. It's delicious, delicious, delicious! I'll eat cheek fat and lymph nodes every day if it tastes this good. Okay now that I've thoroughly grossed everyone out, I'll try to redeem myself. We buy ours at a local butcher. The quality is far better and I trust the farming conditions because I know where it's coming from.

I added a bit of cayenne pepper to my chorizo because I got the mild chorizo.

My husband is my best food critic and he also loves chorizo. When I met Jamie, he was living off of pizza and taco bell. I like to think he's upgraded a bit. He's the kind of guy that goes into a restaurant for the one dish he likes. He will not branch out. I, on the other hand, love trying new dishes. Because of this I've been pushing different foods on him for over ten years now. I'm very happy with his progress.

So for this soup, I wanted something spicy and creamy. The chorizo provides a lot of spice on it's own, but for me it's not quite enough. My jalapeno plant is going nuts still so that seemed like an obvious choice. I also enjoy poblano peppers a lot. They don't have any spice to them, but they do have a nice unique flavor to them. If you are having trouble finding them at your local supermarket they may be labled pasillas instead. They are usually in the ethnic produce section. Don't skip them though. They really do add a nice flavor to the soup.










My crockpot gets a lot of use at our house. That was another must for this recipe. I just love the anticipation of smelling the food you are having for dinner throughout the day.






You start with all the peeling and chopping. It's a little work but totally worth it in the end.

Here it all is minus the cream and cheese. Doesn't it just look deliciously spicy?







And after all that yummy slow cooking it's cheesy, creamy time.

Now Eat!

YUM YUM YUM

Slow Cooker Chorizo and Poblano Soup

Ingredients:

• 1 lb. chorizo
• 1 tsp. olive oil
• 2 poblano peppers
• 1 1/2 tsp. red pepper flakes
• 2 c. frozen sweet corn
• 2 c. peeled/cubed potatoes
• 1 jalapeno
• 1 T. chopped garlic
• 1 chopped leek
• 1 tsp. salt
• 1 tsp. of cayenne pepper
• 6 c. chicken stock
• 1 c. heavy cream
• 1 1/2 c. shredded cheddar cheese

Directions:

1. Chop poblano peppers and set aside. Heat oil in large pan. Add chorizo and poblano. Cook chorizo until no longer pink.
2. Chop all other vegetables and place in slow cooker. Add all other ingredients except the cream and cheddar cheese.
3. Cook on low for 8-10 hours. Check to be sure potatoes are done.
4. Remove lid and mash most of the potatoes with a potato masher.
5. Add cream and cheddar cheese. Give a good stir and serve.