This past weekend, my friend and I made two different salsas, red used to dip the tortillas and green used to top the finished product. She had already made the homemade tortillas before I got there. We mashed up the boiled potatoes as filling.
The assembly line went something like this: dip the tortillas in the red salsa, fry them up in oil, fill them with potatoes, roll the tortillas. Much messier than it sounds!
Then, we topped them with sliced cabbage, tomato, sour cream, and salsa. Olé!
What a delicious undertaking!
Let us walk in the holy presence.
Mornings at Blackwater
For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
it was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
So come to the pond
or the river of your imagination
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.