5-Minute Lunch – literally

Okay, so this really is a five-minute lunch.  And it's not box macaroni. It is healthy, it is tasty, and I thoroughly enjoyed eating it. Oh – and I made it up!

Ingredients

• 1 can of beans (pinto, black, kidney, etc.), or alternately you could soak and cook two cups of dried beans
• Around 1/2 teaspoon (to taste) of the following spices: dried cilantro, chile powder, paprika, cumin, garlic powder, salt, pepper ((really, you can season it how you like, this was just what we did)
• About 1 Tablespoon olive oil
• Tortilla chips
• Optional greens, tomatoes, peppers, onions, etc.

Directions

Drain the beans and rinse them. In a bowl, combine beans and spices. Heat oil in a frying pan and add in beans. Fry (stirring them so as not to let them stick to the pan) for five minutes, adding more oil if needed. Divide between bowls and enjoy with chips! Although we didn't add anything else, you could eat it with spinach or tomatoes, or fry some peppers or onions with the beans, which I'm sure would be delicious.

Serves two.

It really is that easy to make lunch.

"Well, well, well, we are in trouble..."

That is, I am. Because I haven't really written for ages.
Last night I had a dream that Vol- I mean, You-Know-Who, was in love with me. Actually he was only pretending so he could get information or something. And then he stopped pretending and was trying to take something from me. I was holding the closet door shut to keep him out but then he reached through the closet door (I couldn't see his hands but I could feel him grabbing at my wrist and trying to get whatever it was I was keeping from him…). Very strange.
Anyhow. I just finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, for the first time, which explains the dream, I suppose.
Writing has pretty much not been happening. Arthur, Gwennie, Winnifred, Dill and everyone else are simply abandoned at this time. I did write a 15-page (that's a short story for me) story about flower faeries a week ago. I finished it one day before my 15th birthday so I suppose it was appropriate.
So yes, I am now 15 (and one week precisely). I don't feel much older. My aunt accidentally sent me a sweet 16 birthday card – I definitely don't feel that old! (I told her she could save money and just not send me a card next year.)
And in a few days, I shall be leaving for a missions trip. A first missions trip. I'm not worried, though. The night before I'll probably be depressed and nervous, but for right now I'm excited (especially about the 70º weather during the day…).
Namarie!

Amazima Ministries International: Back to School!!

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Amazima Ministries International: Back to School!!:       All of the Amazima children are headed back to school!         We are sure you know the drill by now...everyone lines up to collect…

Matilda, and et cetera.

Well. It's been a bit, hasn't it? I've been gone, so I should get a little grace because of that. While I was gone we went to see Matilda! The Broadway show! One of my favorites:

In the slip of a bolt, there's a tiny revolt. /The seeds of a war in the creak of a floorboard./ A storm can begin, with the flap of a wing./ The tiniest mite packs the mightiest sting!/ Every day, starts with the tick of a clock./ All escapes, start with the click of a lock!/ If you're stuck in your story and want to get out/ You don't have to cry, you don't have to shout!/ 'Cause if you're little you can do a lot/You mustn't let a little thing like little stop you…

No height jokes, now.

So, you know when you go to the eye doctor and he puts the thing in front of your eyes and says "Which is clearer, one or two?" And you answer "Two" and he says "Alright, two or three?" And you say "Two" and he says "So is two better, here's two, or four?" And then you say…
No? Just my eye doctor?
Well, you get the idea anyway. My blog is rather a conglomeration of things right now, so it will be undergoing some minor changes over the next weeks or months or however long it takes me. I'll have polls up on the side and you can say whether two is better or three or four, et cetera and et cetera.
Ta-ta for now!