I was nine years old when we moved to the Chicago area. We were
originally from a very small town in Texas where winters were always extremely
mild. My daddy really thought that we could handle an Illinois winter…I still
laugh when I think about it.
Christmas was right around the corner; it should have been an enjoyable
time, but when we’d moved here, we’d left most everything back home. I don’t
know what daddy was thinking at the time, but we’d only been allowed to bring
our clothes with us; the washer, dryer, our toys, my brothers’ sports equipment
and everything else had been left behind.
Usually, I loved going to school; I loved to read, write and draw…the
rest I could have done without, but these were my favorite things to do.
However, because Christmas would soon be upon us everyone was talking about
what they’d be getting for Christmas and were helping to put up the Christmas
tree and decorations. Sally and Bobby kept asking me what I was going to do
with my allowance; they were going to buy gifts for friends and family with
theirs. Sounded like a lot of fun to me.
Walking home I was like a little kid. I could see Christmas trees lit up
and standing proudly in many a picture window. They were beautiful and I wanted
so badly to go press my nose up against some of those windows, but they’d
probably call the police on this little Mexican hillbilly (my Texas drawl was
so thick, I’d been called a Mexican hillbilly a few times. LOL!!).
Arriving home, I set my backpack, boots and coat by the front door (there
had only been flurries last night, but momma had made me dress up as if for a
blizzard). I looked at the corner where our Christmas tree should have been,
but no matter how hard I looked it didn’t magically appear. I’d heard momma and
daddy talking a couple of nights ago when I’d been about to make my way down to
the kitchen to get a drink of water.
“Chato, what are we going to do about Christmas for the niños?” momma
asked.
“I don’t know, Prieta. I paid the rent on this house and to get all the
utilities turned on; there isn’t anything leftover. We can’t even buy
groceries; we’re going to have to do with what little food we have in the
house. I won’t start working until after the new year.” It sounded like my
daddy had tears in his voice.
We weren’t rich by a long shot, but they’d always been able to buy us a small
toy and maybe a little something so that we could have a Christmas meal. Daddy
was a pastor (pastors didn’t get paid a whole bunch) and we’d gotten used to
doing without lots of things, but we’d been taught that we should appreciate
everything we had, even if it wasn’t as much as other people.
“Mi amor, God sent us here. He’ll provide, just you wait and see.” I
could tell by momma’s tone of voice that her eyes were sparkling and that in
her mind she was probably saying, “We’re gonna kick your butt, devil!” No
matter how bad things were, momma’s faith kept us all going; that was just how
strong my momma was.
Momma and daddy weren’t home yet, they were out visiting church members
and after they’d be looking for part time jobs or something that would help get
us through the holidays until they started their other full-time jobs (being a
pastor is full-time work and momma helped him with everything in the church so
it was also a full-time job for her).
My sisters Maxie and Gail and brothers Samuel, Alex and Shiloh were
sitting in the kitchen talking. Maxie looked up at me as I came in, “Do you
want hot chocolate or strawberry Kool-Aid with your toast, mija?”
“Hot chocolate, please,” I responded.
“Okay guys, we’re gonna have us a little meeting about how to make this
a good Christmas for momma and daddy, okay?” Samuel was always in charge when us
kids had meetings.
Everybody started throwing out ideas at the same time; Samuel had to
raise his voice a bit to be heard. “Raise your hand before talking. Sheesh, you
kids are loud!” I think he sometimes forgot that he was just a kid as well. I
mean he was barely fourteen.
After we’d all had our say, we started to plan a Christmas that would
make our padres (parents) happy. My teacher, Mr. Lipke, had given me lots of
construction and tissue paper, tape, glue, scissors and glitter of every color before I’d
left school today (he’d asked me what we were doing for Christmas and I’d
answered him truthfully) so we’d decided to make paper snowflakes and garland
and glitter the heck out of them, before decorating the house. We’d work on
them for the next few days then on Christmas eve while momma and daddy were
out, we’d decorate the entire house.
My brothers had already started collecting coke bottles and anything
else they could get money for and they’d use that money to buy something for a
Christmas meal. My sisters had gone through all the socks we had and found some
that didn’t have partners, so they’d use these to make stockings for us all and
they’d decorate them with the glitter. They’d also decided to make hard anise
candy to put in the stockings. Our abuela (grandmother) had taught us how to
make this the Christmas before last.
The boys had found an old bookcase at the dump yard and were fixing it
up to look like a fireplace and we’d hang the stockings from that. We were all
excited about everything we’d be doing for Christmas and thinking how blessed we
were to have all these cool things to do. I dumped everything out of my
backpack and found an envelope from my teacher, “Wish I could help you out more
kid, but I’m hoping you can do something with this $10. Praying you have a very
Merry Christmas!” I shrieked like a crazy thing and took off running into the
kitchen and added my offering to the mix.
We worked steadily every day that week, making the garlands, snowflakes
and stockings. My fingers were all holey from the needle sticking them. My next
door neighbors, the Ramos had given my brothers some stain for the bookcase and
some wood they’d had leftover, so that bookcase came out looking like an
actual, real fireplace. I could almost hear the crackling fire and feel the
warmth. We’d tried it out in front of the heating vent in my hermanos’ (brothers’)
room and every time the heat came on the orange flame colored tissue paper would crackle and move about.
We’d all gotten up really early and waited for momma and daddy to go to
their part-time job this morning. It would be their last day and we’d heard the
panic in daddy’s voice when he’d told momma that they still didn’t have enough
for January’s rent. Momma just told him to leave it alone, that God had their
back; that had calmed him right down.
Shiloh was our lookout and as soon as they’d cleared the driveway, he’d
started yelling, “They’re gone now, let’s go down!!” We stared at each other
and started grinning real big. For once we were gonna do something special for
our parents. We couldn’t believe how lucky we were.
Running downstairs, Samuel and Maxie gave us all little jobs to do. Four
hours later we were finally done decorating (we’d had enough left over to
decorate their bedroom too). Then Maxie and Samuel looked at each other and
smiled kind of secretively; the girls would stay home and make the anise candy,
while the boys went out and ran some errands.
An hour later the anise candy was done and had been poured in the
buttered cake pans. We cut it into squares before it was completely hard and now
we were just waiting for them to cool completely before dividing and wrapping
them up. It smelled so good and if my
sisters hadn’t kept an eye on me I would have stolen a few pieces.
The front door slammed and in came the boys breathing hard and
shivering, “Maxie, it’s freezing out there! I’m glad we won’t have to go out
anymore,” Samuel said, rubbing his hands together.
“How cold is it out there, hermano (brother)?”
“It’s 68 degrees out, can you believe it? And it’s supposed to
snow and get colder later tonight too!”
“I hope momma and daddy are okay out there,” Maxie worried.
“God has their back and we’re gonna kick
the devil’s butt,” we started laughing. We’d all said it at the same time. Our
momma was really rubbing off on us.
Maxie and Samuel sent Shiloh and myself upstairs to take a nap, we didn’t
want to go, but they reminded us that we’d gotten up really early and if we
wanted to be wide awake when momma and daddy came home, we’d best get some
sleep. We shuffled up the stairs looking back occasionally, hoping to make them
feel guilty, but it didn’t work and darned if we didn’t pass out as soon as we
laid down.
“Come on wake up, mija!!” Maxie was shaking the stuffing out of me to get
me to wake up. I started mumbling, “I dreamed that we were eating Frito pie,
the way momma used to make…” I yawned really big and started closing my eyes
again.
“Oh no you don’t! Get up! Momma and daddy just drove up.” Maxie was
helping me put on my prettiest purple dress and I could hear Shiloh complaining
as Samuel helped him dress, because he was still sleepy too.
Rushing downstairs we waited for them to come in, it took a little bit
because they were both wrapping themselves up against the harsh winter weather. We
lined up in front of the almost new sofa my parents had bought at the garage
sale down the street, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Hey kids, we’re home,” daddy called out. They were taking off their coats
and scarves and hadn’t seen us standing there. Shiloh and I giggled, but were
shushed by Maxie.
“Mi amor, I must be really hungry, because I swear I can smell your
Frito pie,” daddy told momma.
“Well, I must be really hungry too, because I can smell it too.” They
turned at the same time and if they hadn’t been standing so close to the wall,
daddy would have jumped back a couple of feet.
“Surprise!!” we all shouted, but Shiloh and I added a little dance to
it; we were just so excited.
Daddy looked around like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and
started crying. Momma was crying too, but she was smiling through her tears. “Now
didn’t I tell you God had our backs? This is all we need for Christmas, our
family together.”
“Well we all pitched in to make this a good Christmas for ya’ll,” Samuel
said. Maxie led the way into the dining room where the table had been set with the
dishes we’d purchased at the thrift store three days ago. Walking to the oven
she took out the biggest pan of Frito pie I’d ever seen and from the fridge she
took a nice cold pitcher (also a thrift store buy) of lemonade, a bowl of salad
and a container of sour cream.
“How…where…” daddy kept spluttering. All we’d had in the fridge for the
last few weeks had been bread, butter, bologna and cheese. Maxie explained how
we’d all worked together to make this happen and how we’d even done chores for
some of the neighbors. The boys excitedly told momma that they’d finally turned
in all the pop bottles they’d found down in the basement, along with others
they’d picked up around the neighborhood and with the $10 gift I’d received
from my teacher, they’d been able to buy the makings for this feast, as well as
a few other things.
We sat around the table for a while eating and laughing, then Maxi and
Samuel said it was time to go into the living room. They handed out the
stockings and we found that they’d also purchased oranges, apples, peanuts and those really delicious hard curly candies, as well as adding small plastic baggies full of hard anise candy and all those goodies had been placed in our
stockings along with two packs of plastic soldiers for my little brother,
Shiloh and a pack of jacks for me along with the paper dolls I’d seen at the
thrift store. Because we were the youngest ones, the four older kids had
decided we needed Christmas presents. Yeah, we were really, really blessed, but
Christmas eve wasn’t over yet and pretty soon, unbeknownst to all of us, God
would show my family once again that He always had our backs.
It’s was 11:30 p.m. and we were getting ready to go to bed (we were
usually in bed by nine, but momma and daddy had let us stay up late) when
someone started pounding on the front door. We all ran down, hoping something
bad wasn’t about to happen. Daddy looked out the peephole, “It’s hermano (brother)
Lascano from church,” he yawned. He threw open the door and we all stood there in shock.
“I’m sorry hermano; we were going to be here earlier, but we got lost on
the way here. Merry Christmas!!!” He was dressed like Santa Claus and he was
carrying the biggest Christmas tree we’d ever seen and behind him were several
other people from our church carrying gifts and groceries. Hermano Lascano said
he’d felt like God was telling him that he should help us out for Christmas and
so he’d gotten several families from church together and they’d come to bless us,
the way they’d been blessed by us. Momma and daddy just looked at them and
started crying. They hadn’t told anyone what we were going through, but as
usual God had come through for us.
I remember this like it was yesterday. It’s one of my fondest memories
and not because of the tree and gifts we received, but because working together
with my sisters and brothers we’d been able to make a Christmas that my parents
would always remember…and also because my sister made the best doggone tasting Frito
pie...next to my momma’s that is.
* * * * * *
Hard Anise Candy
Prep.: 15 min. + cooling Makes: 51 servings
Ingredients
2 cups sugar
1 cup light corn syrup
1 cup water
2 teaspoons anise extract or 1 teaspoon anise oil (You
can also use other flavors if you want. I like almond or lemon or even blueberry.
Anything you’d like to use, use!)
6 to 9 drops red food coloring (Adjust the food coloring to match the flavoring)
Directions:
- In a large heavy saucepan, combine sugar, corn syrup and water. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring occasionally. Cover and cook for 3 minutes or until sugar is dissolved. Uncover; cook on medium-high heat, without stirring, until a candy thermometer reads 300° (hard-crack stage).
- Remove from the heat; stir in extract and food coloring (if using anise oil, keep face away from mixture as the aroma will be very strong). Pour into a buttered 13-in. x 9-in. pan. When cooled slightly but not hardened, cut into 1-in. squares. Cool completely. Store in an airtight container. Yield: about 8-1/2 dozen.
Your
candy thermometer has to be very accurate. Test your thermometer before each
use by boiling water. It should read 212º. Adjust your recipe temperature up or
down based on your test.
FRITO
PIE
SERVES 6
FOR THE CHILI (in a pinch? Open up a couple of cans of Hormel's chili and add some of the ingredients for extra flavoring, if you want. It might be lots quicker, but when it's homemade you feel really accomplished.)
2 1⁄2 lb. ground beef
3 tbsp. olive oil
1 medium yellow onion, finely
chopped (I love onion so I use 1 large)
6 cloves garlic, finely chopped
Kosher salt, to taste
2 tbsp. ground cumin
2 tbsp. chili powder
2 tbsp. dried oregano
2 tbsp. freshly ground black pepper
1 1⁄4 tbsp. garlic powder
1 tbsp. paprika
3 large La Preferida pickled
Jalapeños (or you can use 1 1⁄2 tsp. cayenne pepper)
2 bay leaves
3 cups whole peeled canned tomatoes
in juice, pureed
FOR THE FRITO PIE
1 (10.5-oz.) bag Fritos-brand corn chips
Shredded white and orange cheddar cheeses,
sour cream,
sliced jalapeños,
minced red onion,
sliced scallions
cilantro leaves, to garnish
Instructions
1. Make
the chili: Working in batches, add beef to a 6-qt. saucepan over medium-high
heat, and cook, stirring, until browned, about 10 minutes.
2. Drain
beef in a colander, and return pan to heat with oil.
3. Add
onion, and cook, stirring, until caramelized, about 15 minutes.
4. Add
garlic, season with salt, and cook until garlic is soft and lightly browned,
about 5 minutes.
5. Add
cumin, chili powder, oregano, pepper, garlic powder, paprika, cayenne, and bay
leaves; stir until smooth and fragrant, about 1 minute.
6. Add
reserved beef, tomatoes, and 1 1⁄2 cups water, and bring to a boil; reduce heat
to medium-low, and cook, stirring occasionally, until thickened, about 45
minutes.
7. In
a 9x11 cake pan, put down a layer of fritos, then a layer of your chili mix and
sprinkle with cheese; I usually do three layers and then add crushed fritos to
the very top and sprinkle cheese on top and put it in the oven for about 15
minutes or until the cheese on top is bubbly. Remember it’s already cooked you
just want to melt the cheese on top.
8. Serve
with sour cream and garnish with cheeses, jalapeños, onion, scallions and
cilantro.
(You can also do it this way instead
if you want. Divide chips among 6 serving bowls and top with some of the chili;
garnish with cheeses, sour cream, jalapeños, red onion, scallions, and
cilantro, if you like.)
P.S. I also add green olives and
mushrooms to it. Make the recipe your own and add stuff that you like to it.
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