My Guardian Dear

imagesFrom the time I could talk and throughout my formative years, every night before I fell asleep, I said this prayer…

Angel of God, my Guardian dear, to whom God’s love entrusts me here. Ever this night be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen.

My son said the same prayer, at least until I no longer tucked him into bed. And when his kids spend the night at Nana and Papa’s house, they say the same prayer.

I love angels. And I have no hesitation in believing in their existence.

I’m not alone either. A poll conducted by CBS a couple of years ago determined that 94 percent of those who attend weekly religious services said they believed in angels. But surprisingly, the same poll showed that a majority of non-Christians also believed in the existence of angels.

For some reason, it is not unpopular  to believe in angels in the same way as it often is to profess a belief in God. I don’t really understand why this is; however, I personally know people who proclaim no belief in God or organized religion but who believe in angels.

It doesn’t matter. It’s just interesting to me that angels are so revered.

I’ve been thinking about angels – and in particular guardian angels – lately as two of my grandkidsjoseph and heather have visited the emergency room with injuries to their hands. Their guardian angels simply couldn’t keep up.

Joseph was injured in a bowling accident. I believe his guardian angel took a little time off to visit the snack bar because (s)he determined no one could possibly sustain an injury while bowling. You can if you’re 4 and you drop a bowling ball on your fingers. The result: shattered bones on the ring finger and tall man of his left hand above the knuckle. Poor bud.

About a week later, Alastair cut his hand open on a piece of glass tubing that was a part of the chemistry set Papa and I gave him for his 9th birthday. By the time we telephoned him to wish him a happy birthday at 8 o’clock in the morning, he was at the Emergency Room. His guardian angel remains silent on how THAT happened.

1982345_10202698256351194_686118446_nAccidents of course do happen to kids whether or not you believe in guardian angels. But I would anticipate total and complete chaos amongst children should angels not exist.

Bill and I have always been convinced we had a travel angel who guided and cared for us as we traveled throughout Europe back in 2008. I could relate story after story about ways in which we were mysteriously saved from imminent disaster. There was, for example, the time we were getting ready to leave our hotel room in Lourdes and, though I had never done it before, I looked under the bed. Don’t know why, just did it on a whim. There was Bill’s credit card. How it got there or what made me decide to look under the bed…..well, only the angel knows.

We saw some beautiful art that involved angels while we traveled in Europe. There is a particularly beautiful work by Fra Angelico called the Annunciation. It is well protected in a Fra_Angelico_043museum in Florence. No flash photography allowed. The first time we saw the painting, we didn’t realize you couldn’t use a flash and Bill took a picture, using, of course, his flash. “NO FLASH,” came a loud voice out of nowhere and no one, so we’re pretty sure it was God. Or the Angel Gabriel of whom it was a portrait.

It pleases me to no end, by the way, that God uses angels as his messengers as well as the protectors of his people. The story of the Angel Gabriel visiting Mary to tell her about how her little simple life was never going to be the same is the most beautiful story in the Bible.

I guess I don’t understand angels any more than I understand anything else about God and his gifts to us. I just believe. And I seriously hope my guardian angel is present today when we take a boat cruise on Saguaro Lake since I don’t swim a single, solitary stroke!

 

 

Saturday Smile: Absolutely Alastair

alastair aligatorNine years ago today, our grandson Timothy Alastair McLain made his appearance in this world, and nothing has been the same since.

He didn’t come into this world particularly easily, causing his mom to have to work very hard to introduce him to us. And he pretty much hasn’t taken the easy route any time since. Maybe that’s because he’s a boy surrounded by sisters.

He’s busy all the time. Particularly when he was small, we often thought he simply couldn’t hold still. And yet, he can sit for literally hours working on designing a

Doesn't he look so concerned?

Doesn’t he look so concerned?

bridge or a building or a spaceship. He loves to read, and he and Addie spend the last minutes of each day sitting next to each other on her bed reading a book.

Happy birthday Alastair, and thanks for making me smile.

Have a good weekend, All.

 

 

 

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Going to work with Dad.

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Alastair and Papa are trying to figure out how to approach the White House Lego sculpture.

 

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Apparently when you’re spending the night at Nana’s, you can order huge donuts and you don’t have to comb your hair.

TAM cake

 

Nana’s Notes: Alastair Update

We telephoned him at 8 o’clock in the morning his time to wish him happy birthday only to learn that he was already at the emergency room with his mom as a result of an injury received from the chemistry set we bought him for his birthday. Oy vey! Non-life-threatening injury apparently. Sorry Buddy.

Friday Book Whimsy: Ordinary Grace

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I have discovered over the course of the past couple of years that I am drawn to coming of age stories. Two of my favorite books of 2013 – Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt and Swimming in the Moon by Pamela Schoenewaldt are both stories of young people coming face-to-face with adulthood and handling it with courage.

It’s not surprising, then, that I so enjoyed Ordinary Grace, by William Kent Krueger.

I have become familiar recently with Krueger’s writing, but only through his Cork O’Connor mystery series. While there is a murder as part of this book, the whodunit side of the murder dwindles in importance to how people responded and how relationships grew and withered. Ordinary Grace is not a murder mystery.

The story is narrated by Frank Drum, a 13-year-old child of a Methodist minister and his wife, an accomplished musician, who live in a small Minnesota town. He has a younger brother, Jake, and an older sister, Ariel. The format for the narration is Frank’s recollection of the summer when he came face-to-face with death in many forms, looking back at it from four decades later. It was the summer of 1961.

I liked many things about the book.

First, I liked the setting against the 1960s backdrop, when many things were changing for everybody. Having grown up in a smaller community during that time, I could relate to many of the things that took place – the gossip, the freedom the two boys had roaming around the town, the absolute trust in God and in adults. They got haircuts at barber shops. They drank lime phosphates at the drug store. Very typical 60s experiences.

Second, I found the characters in the book to be some of the most memorable I have come across in my reading. I will long remember Frank’s father, Pastor Nathan Drum. He, thankfully, was not the typical literary caricature of the evil Methodist minister. Nathan was kind and gentle, slow to judge, and above all, had total and complete faith in God.

I also won’t forget Gus, the church’s maintenance man, but even more, Nathan’s friend and a person who the boys totally trusted. Throughout the book, a common line was, “What do we do? Talk to Gus.” Gus is a complex character – kind and smart but held back by his drinking. I don’t want to give away too much of the book, but there is a scene in which the boys hear their grieving father, who has had to hold the family together through a period of incredible grief, crying – sobbing out loud – in the church being comforted by Gus. It is one of the most poignant scenes I’ve ever read.

Frank’s little brother Jake, while secondary to Frank as the narrator, is probably the most important character in the book, and perhaps the most memorable. His stutter makes him shy, but in the end, he is the strongest character of all.

Third, I loved the importance that God played in the book.  It seems you have two kinds of people in the world – those who find comfort in their belief that God is always with them and those who are generally just annoyed by the idea of God. No matter what anyone says, I think this is mostly true. Pastor Drum found comfort in his beliefs and in his faith in God, while his wife was angered by his belief in God. Perhaps she was envious of the relief it provided him when all she had was grief.

I always like trying to figure out how the author comes up with the title of their book. Throughout the book, I tried to figure out what Ordinary Grace meant. In the end, it is so very clever and simple, yet with such deep meaning underneath. As a result of what he considers a miracle from God, Jake says, “With Mother home I liked the idea that we’d been saved as a family by the miracle of that ordinary grace.”  You have to read the book to find out what he’s talking about. It made me smile.

The ending of the book is wonderful, and ties everything together. Jake, who purported to be doubtful of the existence of God throughout the book, wraps up the story by saying, “If we put everything in God’s hands, maybe we don’t any of us have to be afraid anymore.”

And the last line, surprisingly spoken by one of the less important characters in the book: The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

What a lovely way to look at life after death.

This is not a religious book. But it definitely is a spiritual book. And despite the theme of death throughout the book, it leaves the reader feeling hopeful. I didn’t find it to be a sad book at all.

I loved this book and think it would be a great book club read.

Speaking of book clubs, I want to remind you that discussion of the book we are reading for the Ethereal Reader Book Club — Monuments Men — will begin in two weeks — April 18. Some preliminary conversations indicate it should be a good discussion. Some really liked the book; others really disliked the book. That always results in a good book discussion.

I Have All These Gadgets So Why Aren’t I a Better Cook?

Every Friday one of my favorite bloggers – Big Mama – posts different fashion finds. I pore over these gorgeous clothes and shoes lustfully, thinking they are gorgeous but knowing that I couldn’t wear the majority of them in a million years – I’m too short, too old, too chubby, or too likely to fall on my behind in the chunky heels.

But cooking paraphernalia is a different ball of wax altogether. I am the queen of kitchen gadgets. If I go into a kitchen store, well let’s just say I never come out empty-handed. I always find something that I can’t imagine I cooked without for 40 years.

Unfortunately, many of the things I buy get used once or twice and then begin to gather dust on my counters or in my drawers until such time as I take them downstairs to the Room For All Things That Haven’t Been Used in 25 Years. (Look it up. All long-time homeowners have such a room.) There they will continue to gather even more dust until we die and our children have to sell the house.

When Jen and Bill and I bought this house in Arizona, it made us stop and think about what kinds of things were really important to be comfortable.  In particular, we began thinking about what we needed to be able to cook meals. We started out using kitchen hand-me-downs from Maggie and others – sort of like back in college. But when Bill and I started spending the winter here, I began missing some of my kitchen goodies.

So, instead of gorgeous clothing, I am going to tell you the things that I consider so important that I either have already bought them for the Arizona house, or will very soon.

Lodge Cast Iron Skillet with Lid

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A cast iron skillet is truly one thing I can’t live without in the kitchen, and Lodge is the best. Back in Denver, I own a 12-inch and a 15-inch, both with lids. I use them primarily to fry steaks and to fry chicken. There is nothing better in which to fry chicken than cast iron. Period. Because I have a large family – both in Denver and here in Arizona – the 15-inch skillet is a must. Otherwise I spend hours frying chicken. Here in Arizona I decided to buy the 10-1/4 inch instead of the 12-inch. Better for cooking for two, and considerably lighter. I find it difficult to get the 15-inch out of the oven by myself because of it’s weight.

I consider the lid to be important, but it comes separately, and is every bit as expensive as the skillet itself. It’s a personal decision.

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By the way, another great place to find a cast iron skillet at a decent price is an Army-Navy Surplus store.

Digital meat thermometer

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I am not terribly concerned about the brand, though Taylor makes a good one. I use the thermometer whenever I make a roast, either in the oven or on the grill. A good digital thermometer is the difference between nice juicy meat and an expensive rib roast becoming beef jerky. I could not make a decent turkey or a standing rib roast before I discovered this magical item.

Garlic Press

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I had to be sold on this item, but once I was a convert, I haven’t looked back. For years I tried different brands, some quite expensive. They never worked for me. But my sisters convinced me to try the garlic press from Pampered Chef, and I will confirm that they’re right. It works great. You don’t even have to remove the peel. Simple, fast way to get garlic into your food.

Tiny Paring Knife

I absolutely love my little paring knife. In fact, I first used such a knife at my mother-in-law’s house, and immediately loved it, and began searching for it. They are not easy to find, at least not the ones I want. That’s because I’m the only one left on earth who is so enamored with this particular item. One of my sons thinks I’m crazy for liking this so much. “They are too small to be useful and not very sharp,” says he. I, on the other hand, love them for CERTAIN jobs. Like cutting up an apple or strawberry. I have found them at the Ace Hardware in my Denver neighborhood, but not all Ace Hardwares carry them. They are very inexpensive, so I buy them by the handsful! Here’s a picture so that you can see how much smaller it is than a regular paring knife…

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8 c. Pyrex Measuring Cup  

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I had no idea how much I loved this big measuring cup with the handle until I was here and didn’t have one. They are useful for melting chocolate or marshmallows in the microwave. I love them for muffins and cupcakes and filling all sorts of pans with batter. I’m not sure why, but I prefer the Pyrex over the plastic versions.

 Wustoff Classic 6 in Chef Knife

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Brand name is a personal choice. Size is also a personal choice. But a good cook needs a good chef’s knife. Wustoff Classic is the brand of choice for me. I like the 6-inch chef knife because my hands are small, but larger knives are more popular by far. Keep the knife sharp and take good care of it (no dishwasher and be careful on your granite!)

Silpat Baking Sheet

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I seriously don’t know how I lived without them all the years before I had these amazing sheets. (Now if that isn’t hyperbole, I don’t know what is.) They make cookie baking so simple. They are easy to clean too. Surprisingly expensive, but buy two because that way you will have a tray of cookies waiting to go in the oven when you take the finished cookies out.

Here are things I don’t yet own in Arizona but intend to buy:

Cuisinart 9-cup food processor

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I fought the idea of a food processor for a long time – years, in fact. But I finally tested the waters by buying an inexpensive brand at Walmart to see if I would use it. I did. I chop up foods. I make pie crusts. I prepare dips and pesto and chimichurri and salsa and all kinds of sauces. In fact, the one at home I used so much it stopped working – likely a result of being inexpensive. So I bought a Cuisinart and love it. For many things, I could get by with a much smaller food processor – a mini food processor, in fact. But for pie crusts I need a larger one. Make sure if you buy it at Bed Bath and Beyond that you use the 20 percent coupon!

 

Kitchenaid Stand Mixer  

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I will tell you that if there was one item in my kitchen that you would have to pry out of my cold, dead hands, it would be my Kitchenaid stand mixer. I would own one here in Arizona right now if counter space wasn’t an issue. I almost never use any other mixer besides the standing mixer. I use it A LOT to knead bread.There are, of course, many sizes, colors, speeds, etc. The one I have at home is somewhat of an upgraded version. When I finally buy one here, it will be smaller and with less power. Since these puppies last forever, you can also look for one on ebay or Craigs List. They are worth every penny you spend and every inch of counter space you give up.

Le Creuset French Oven

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I have come to the conclusion that is you are going to buy an enamel-lined iron Dutch Oven, it should be a Le Creuset enamel-lined French Oven. I have tried less expensive brands and they just aren’t the same. Your food cooks perfectly, the clean-up is surprisingly easy, and they make you feel, well, so French. I do struggle with the interior getting discolored, wanting it always to look just like the day I bought it. But the discoloration has no impact on the cooking. In Denver, I bought a 7-1/4 qt oven, which is waaaay to big for my needs. When I finally spring for one here, it will be the 5-1/2 qt. Maybe even smaller. I bought mine at the Le Creuset outlet store. Amazon’s price was similar.

There you have it — my critical gadgets list. Someday soon I will post about the things you DON’T need in the kitchen.

By the way, I asked my sisters what they’re favorite kitchen gadgets/appliances are.

Bec’s: her toaster oven, paring knife, and garlic press.

Jen’s: her mini food processor, Cuisinart juicer, Keurig coffee maker

 

Today’s recipe is a grilled dessert.

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Ingredients

1 whole fresh pineapple, cut into slices OR a can of sliced pineapple

Brown sugar

Cinnamon

1 frozen or homemade pound cake loaf, thickly sliced

Whipped cream or ice cream

Process

Cut fresh pineapple into thick slices OR use canned sliced pineapple. Liberally sprinkle both sides with brown sugar and cinnamon about 30 minutes before grilling. Grill for about 5 minutes on each side, until there are grill marks.

At the same time, place the slices of pound cake on the grill. Cook for approximately 5 minutes per side, or until there are grill marks.

Place pineapple slices on top of the grilled pound cake and serve with ice cream or whipped cream.

Nana’s Notes: I used canned pineapple and was very generous with the brown sugar and cinnamon. Fresh pineapple would definitely be yummier, but the canned worked just fine. I loved the sort of crunch the pound cake got from the grilling. Delicous dessert.

 

 

 

 

Pranked!

imgresIf you look up the word gullible in the dictionary, you will see my face. I’ve been this way since I was a small child I’m afraid. My childhood best friend – who had a wicked pranking streak – had a field day with me. She could convince me of anything.

April Fool’s Day was made for people like me. To be the victim, that is. I don’t know how many April Fools jokes have been played on me, and I’ve fallen for them all. Look, it’s Haley’s Comet! Yep. I looked every time.

I often tried to be the April Fools prankster, but it never worked. I’m not sure if I was simply not creative enough to come up with a good joke or if I just gave it away by blinking too hard while making the play. No matter. It rarely worked for me.

A couple of years ago I was driving my granddaughter Addie home from piano lessons on April 20140302_143503Fool’s Day. April 1st. In Colorado. Might even have been some snow on the ground. Anyway, we are driving out of the neighborhood where her piano teacher lived when suddenly Addie says, “Nana, did you see that back there?”

“See what?” I replied.

“A huge yard of daisies,” she said. “They were really pretty.”

Again, it’s April 1st. Spring has barely sprung in Colorado. But she’s my granddaughter and I didn’t doubt her for a minute. I sincerely believed her. I quickly did a U-turn and went back down the block.

Oh. My. Heavens. Did that girl ever laugh! “April Fool’s Day!” she happily chirped.

Ladies and gentlemen, I haven’t heard the end of that since that day. She tells the story to everyone who will listen (she is a McLain, after all). So yesterday, it being April Fool’s Day and all, I concocted a scheme that would prank Miss Adelaide Grace.

I decided to send her a photo of me with a scorpion tattoo. One, she would be shocked that her Nana got a tattoo. Two, ooooooo, a scorpion. I sent a text to her mom letting her know my plan so that she wouldn’t be shocked when she got a photo of me with a tattoo.

Of course, I didn’t want to actually get a real tattoo. So I began the hunt for a temporary tattoo. I checked the party store. They had them but Cinderella was not the look I was going for. I called tattoo parlors to see if they would have temporary tattoos. No go. I even went into what is referred to as a “Smoke Shop.” In my high school and college days we would have called that a head shop. You know, where they sell tobacco wrapping papers and hookah pipes and pipes for other uses as well.

As an aside, let me just tell you that the young man working in this so-called smoke shop was quite surprised to see me walk in. But he was as nice as could be to me. It was a no-go on the tattoos and he referred me back to the party store, likely thinking a Cinderella tattoo was just what I was looking for.

20140401_140643In the end, Bill printed out a scorpion and we glued it to my arm. He took my photo and we sent it to Addie via her mom’s phone, and waited for the reply.

It came a bit later. A text from her mom’s phone:

“Nana, this is Addie here. Nice try. I knew you were lying so I scrolled up only to find your earlier conversation with mom. You two should have made this a separate text.”

See? Getting pranking lessons from my 11-year-old granddaughter.

Anyway, she went on to say, “Maggie fell off the zipline this morning and broke her arm. She chose a purple cast.”

Panicked, I telephoned immediately to find out little Maggie’s broken bone status, and was greeted with nothing but laughter. Yes, my friends, April Fools. A new story for Addie to tell.

Today’s recipe is a grilled side dish.

20140330_181703Grilled Garlic Potatoes, courtesy Allrecipes.com

Ingredients

6 medium baking potatoes, peeled and thinly sliced

1 large white onion, sliced

3 T. butter, sliced

3 cloves garlic, minced

1 t. chopped fresh parsley

salt and pepper to taste

1 c. shredded Cheddar cheese

Process

Preheat grill for high heat. Arrange potato slices, separated by onion and butter slices, on a large piece of aluminum foil. Top with garlic, and season with parsley, salt, and pepper. Tightly seal potatoes in the foil

Place on the preheated grill and cook 20 minutes, turning once, or until potatoes are tender.

Sprinkle potatoes with Cheddar cheese,reseal foil packets, and continue cooking 5 minutes, until cheese is melted.

 

 

 

For Better, For Worse

think outside the bunAt long last, a few years ago we began hearing statistics indicating that the U.S. divorce rate was on the decline. That was good news because for a while the rate was rising so quickly that it seemed people were preparing for divorced before they even got married. “Just want to have the paperwork ready Honey.”

I don’t know how I stumbled upon this fact – or why – but apparently researchers from the University of Minnesota  recently discovered that when the study showing the decline was conducted, the population was younger. Apparently if you standardize the study for age, the party poopers at U of Minnesota say the divorce rate is actually rising. They all celebrated afterwards with a Hamms, some pickled herring, and a visit to their divorce lawyers.

None of the talk about one-out-of-two-marriages-ending- in-divorce ever surprised me. In fact, I’m always amazed and impressed that ANY marriage lasts. You take two people, often from completely different backgrounds with completely dissimilar problem solving approaches and totally opposite outlooks on religion, politics, and choices of pizza toppings and tell them they will remain together for the rest of their lives, well, not always easy.

By the way, this odd blog post isn’t some bizarre way that I’m going to announced that Bill and I Weddingare becoming statistics. We are happily married, thank you very much. It’s just that sometimes I’ll come across an article that will get me thinking. And that article got me to thinking about how hard marriage really is.

When Bill and I were first married, we had both been single for quite some time. We were, well, set in our ways. So for the first two or three years of our life together, we worked really hard on making sure the other knew who was boss. Man did we each try to control the other.

Bill did it calmly. I threw temper tantrums. Take the time I was mad at him for somethingimages or other. I had a Taco Bell spicy green bean burrito in my hand at the time (thankfully still wrapped) and threw it at him across the kitchen. He ducked, and the burrito landed behind him and slid under the refrigerator.

We had to take a time out so that we could work together to move the refrigerator out so that I could get the broom and maneuver the burrito out from behind. By time we worked together to get the refrigerator back into place, our high emotions were diffused. That’s one way to solve the problem. And a metaphor for marital tranquility.

Over the years we were able to figure out what was important and what wasn’t. We still disagree but there are no more burritos flying through our house. We found out neither one of us has to control the other. Plus we started eating tacos and they’re more unwieldy.

I’d like to think that life together gets easier for everyone as the years go by, but I also stumbled upon an article in the Washington Post that indicates that one of the reasons divorce rates aren’t going down is because more and more baby boomers are getting a divorce. Apparently after the kids leave home, the idea of staying with Stan or Norma for another 20 years just isn’t cutting it for many. That makes me sad. In the words of that great philosopher Jimmy Buffett, “We are the people our parents warned us about.”

If I could give any advice to our married kids (which I seriously try never to do when it comes to marriage; after all, I’m a 50% success/failure rate myself), it would be to remember just what it is that made you fall in love with your spouse and try to find and appreciate it every single day. And most importantly, pick your battles. You don’t always have to win.

 

I mentioned yesterday that this week I am cooking an entire meal on the grill. We finished our appetizers and are moving on to our main course. I found a barbecue recipe that is really one of the most delicious I have ever tasted. I used it last night on chicken, but its smoky goodness would be delicious on ribs or pulled pork as well.

20140330_181411Smoky Barbecue Sauce, courtesy Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman

Ingredients

1 T. canola oil

¼ whole onion, diced

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 c. ketchup

¼ c. plus 2 T. packed brown sugar

4 T. white vinegar

1 T. Worcestershire sauce

1/3 c. molasses

4 T. Chipotle Adobo Sauce (the adobo sauce chipotle peppers are packed in)

Dash of salt

Process

Heat canola oil in a saucepan over medium-low heat. Add onion and garlic, and cook for five minutes, stirring, being careful not to burn them. Reduce heat to low. Add all remaining ingredients and stir. Simmer for 30 minutes. Taste after simmering and add whatever ingredient it needs (more spice, more sugar, etc.)

Nana’s Notes: As I said, I used the sauce for barbecued chicken. I cooked seasoned chicken thighs on the grill for about 30 minutes, then added the barbecue sauce and grilled them for another 10 minutes or so. The sauce was delicious. It was kind of spicy from the adobo sauce, but the sauce gave it a smoky flavor as well, and there was just the right amount of sweetness.

 

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