Gorditas

I have really been remiss on my writing on my blog.  Today I decided that I need to write more often about "things" instead of relying on Facebook. When I look back on my blog, I love reading about things that have happened.

Dave isn't much of a Mexican food fan so I have had to "train" him so to speak.  A few weeks ago, I made a big pot of beans and froze them in several packages.  Cameron will eat beans every day so I knew this wouldn't be a problem.

I was trying to figure out what to fix for dinner tonight and I realized that I had never made "gorditas" for Dave.  Mary taught me to make these and they were always popular with enchilada sauce and bean tostadas.  So I took some beans out of the freezer and decided that would be our dinner.

As I was fixing them, I had a moment that made me realize that there are signs out there all of the time.  I didn't even think about this when I decided to fix them.  My mom went into hospice Sept. 6, 2002.  She loved gorditas and so Mary made a lot of enchilada sauce. So during that time, I made gorditas several nights with Mary's sauce for my mom.  Thinking back, it was 17 years ago that I was making them for her.  I believe it was a sign from her that I thought about making them.  I don't know for sure, but it is my belief that we get messages.

They were delicious.  I am not sure Dave really liked them that much, but he will.  I made some cheese tacos, which he loves.  He has gotten to like the Mexican food I make more and more.   So it is definitely a work in progress.

I think there are about six left.  I am sure they will be gone tomorrow morning as Patrick and Cameron will probably eat them with just cheese.  

No matter what, it touched my heart.   And I am going to try to write more as it is important to me and it "documents" my life, which could be important to some people some day!!!!