Monday, August 31, 2020

In the Kitchen with B. Austin - Recipe for Green Chile Enchilada Casserole #inthekitchen #recipe

B. Austin’s Green Chile Enchilada Casserole


2 boneless chicken breasts

olive oil

1 tablespoon flour

broth from cooked chicken breasts above

16 ounce jar of Original New Mexico Hatch Green Chile By Zia Green Chile Company – (I buy this from Amazon. I used medium but all the added ingredients cut down the heat from the chile. They do sell a sweet and mild. The hot is scorching hot!)

Canned diced green chiles – MILD

Can of Green Chile and Tomatoes

1 teaspoon Better Than Buillion Chicken Base (in a jar. It’s a paste and will last a year in your fridge)

splash of white wine

1 teaspoon garlic salt

green onions or Spring onions

teaspoon of butter

tablespoon of sour cream

Ole Crema Mexican Style Cream

can of Campbells Cream of Celery Soup

corn tortillas

extra sharp cheddar cheese

Cornstarch if needed for a thickener

Boxed or canned chicken broth if needed (or you just could add water)


1. Cook the chicken breasts in just enough water to cover chicken – add pepper but NO salt


3. Remove chicken from pan and save the broth

4. Set aside chicken to cool


6. Add some olive oil to the pan and then stir in the flour to make a rue

7. Add some of the broth to the pan using a strainer to remove any residual.

8. Stir until flour lumps are out if any. 

9. Add the jar of green Chile sauce

10. Add a can of Cream of Celery soup

11. Add the teaspoon of Better Than Buillion Chicken Base

12. NOW YOU CAN TURN ON THE BURNER (Note that premature heat will cause lumps from the flour hence, the cold ingredients before this step)

13. Add the Butter

14. Add garlic salt and chopped green onions to taste (only use the white of the onion)

15. Bring to a boil, all the while stirring. Stir for one more minute and then lower the heat

16. Stir in the canned green chile

17. Stir in the canned green chile and tomatoes

18. Shred the chicken and stir ¼ OF THE CHICKEN into the pan

19. Stir in the sour cream

20. Squeeze in about a teaspoon of Ole Crema

21. Cover and let simmer for at least 15 minutes (add more broth or water if necessary) 
(Note that if the chile is watery, add cornstarch as thickener, if too thick, add some chicken broth. You may need to add more chile to taste)

22. While waiting, shred the cheese


24. Fry the corn tortillas and as each tortilla is fried:
a. Place in the roasting pan, add some chicken, a little bit of chile and a bit of cheese and then roll up
b. Continue in this manner until the pan is full. 
c. I made two layers, one on top of the other. It depends on the pan thickness
d. When the pan is full, add some chile on top to cover all of the enchiladas

25. Cover with foil and roast at 325 for 30 minutes

26. Remove from oven and add a lot of shredded cheese on top

27. Put back in the oven, uncovered, and bake until the cheese melts on top, approximately 5 minutes. REMOVE immediately remove from oven. CAUTION: do not bake with cheese for too long else the cheese might melt to fat. 

The Witch with Nine Lives
A Dysfunctional Family of Witches
Book One
B. Austin

Genre: Paranormal, Urban, YA, Horror
Publisher: Spellbound Books
Date of Publication: 8/27/2020
 Number of pages: 263
Word Count: 58,319

Cover Artist: B. Austin

Tagline: The Tie Between Two Powerful Sisters is Tested when Secrets, Lies and Magic is Revealed in a Dysfunctional Family of Witches.

Book Description:

Medea turns into a cat at night, due to her mother's curse. Her mother, Dima, has a shapeshifting stone. She is 130-years-old but appears to be 18, nearly the same age as her two daughters.

Nikki works as a maid, rather than in the family witchcraft business of fortune-telling, seances, and other witchery-for-hire. She was born a Marilyn-Monroe lookalike. Despite her beauty, jealousy eats away at Nikki because her mother and sister have magic. Nor is Nikki allowed near the books of spells, enchantments, and potions Dima stole from Russian monks.

Medea is tortured by a secret that can destroy the sisterly tie between her and Nikki.

Unknown to her family, Nikki, is developing a magical gift which she cannot control, a sorcery that will threaten Medea and pit two powerful sisters against each other.

The Witch with Nine Lives
A Dysfunctional Family of Witches Excerpt


Nikki held her dead sister in her arms, a cat named Medea. It was only because of her youngest daughter, well now her only daughter, that their mother attended this makeshift funeral. Dima should be working. Luke Air Force Base in Glendale was open. There was money to be made dancing with solders. Most paid good money for Dima to gaze into a crystal ball and tell the men their futures.
Bah, this is a waste of my time, having a funeral for Medea. Dima frowned at the dead Abyssinian cat. The different-colored eyes were glazed over in death and the tongue was hanging out. Dima turned her head away. She felt guilty for having cast a spell on her oldest daughter to begin with. It was for her own good. She may have been just a teenager, but the mafia wanted her dead.
Almost 24 hours passed since Nikki found Medea dead in the backyard. The girl had run into the house screaming, carrying her dead sister in her arms, the cat’s arms dangling and the head hanging. The eyes were open and still. Nikki had been hysterical until Dima slapped her.
Once more, Nikki cried over her furry sister. The girl seemed to like her sister more now that Medea was dead.
Dima yanked a shapeshifting stone from her pocket. She ordered the stone to shapeshift into a shovel. She then dug a small grave.
Nikki gently placed her sister in the small, shallow grave.
The emotional upset of seeing her eldest daughter lying dead with a pile of dirt beside the open grave, caused Dima to transform from a sexy, 18-year-old to her true self, a 130-year-old hag. Quick, she grabbed the shovel which then melted into her hands and reformed as the shapeshifting stone. She clutched the stone and spun until she was once more an 18-year-old beauty.
It was almost midnight at the small, private Russian Molokan Cemetery located at 75th and Maryland Avenue in Glendale, Arizona. There was a full moon, so there was plenty of light shining on the grave.
“Why couldn’t we have a coffin?” Nikki again asked.
“Your sister always liked the dirt. Remember how she would dig with her claws?” Dima said.
“Yes, but that was so she could use the bathroom outside,” Nikki pointed out.
“Well, you really shouldn’t cry over a sister who used her tongue as toilet paper,” Dima said. “Medea was inferior.”
Nikki glared at her. “Medea was a cat because of you.”
“Well, if Medea had not been an outdoor cat, but stayed indoors, she might have lived a few years longer, if not for you,” Dima said.
Now, it was Nikki’s turn to look guilty.
The moon moved directly above them, signaling that it was now midnight.
Dima screeched and pointed at the grave. Moonlight was shining on the cat, which had transformed from a brown Abyssinian cat into a black kitten.
“Medea’s come back to life!” Nikki clapped her hands with joy.
Dima, on the other hand, was so shocked that she dropped Pompeii, her shapeshifting stone. She again transformed from a young woman to an ancient one. Her boobs were sagging past her waist. Her hair was but a few sparse white hairs. Dima lifted her head so that she could see because her wrinkly eyelids blurred her vision, not to mention the cataracts; oh, the cataracts, and the arthritis in her gnarled hands. Her back was hunched over. Dima ached with more than a century and a quarter of living, and none of it as the granddaughter of Catherine the Great of Russia. Dima was born with signs that she would be a witch, which freaked out her royal family, so her bastard mother threw her away.
Well, enough of bad memories. Medea was reborn!
The kitten sat up and stretched, arching its back. She wasn’t exactly a newborn kitten. Medea appeared to be the size of a four-month-old kitten.
Dima stooped to pick up the shapeshifting stone.
The kitten was faster and jumped on the stone, sitting on the rock.
Dima jumped out of the way because the kitten scratched at her ankles.
Dima growled low in her throat. “I see dying hasn’t improved your bad manners, Medea. You are still headstrong though you must weigh all of three pounds. Move, or I’ll smack you with a newspaper.”
Seventeen cats, some old, some young, surrounded them, hissing at Dima. Of course, the cats attended Medea’s funeral. She was their leader.
Traitors, Dima thought. The older cats had once been loyal to her, but that was before she turned her daughter into a cat.
Dima took a step back. Medea may have been reborn as a black cat, but her eyes were still the same, one eye being amber in color and the other eye emerald-green. The two different colors were a sign of magic. Medea was still a witch and power still flowed in her kitty veins.
The kitten laughed. “Come now, mother,” Medea said in a kittenish, human voice. Medea apparently had the memories of her past life. “It won’t hurt you to stay your own age, for an hour or so. This is my wish for my birthday.”
“You don’t get a second birthday,” Dima snarled.
“Yes, she does,” Nikki protested. “Medea has now been born twice.”

About the Author:

Belinda has fun creating both researched and original magic in her books. She grew up in New Mexico, a Southwestern state known as the Land of Enchantment with a long history of Native American and Spanish witchcraft. Growing up, she heard spell-binding tales about magic and real witches, magic sometimes witnessed by family members. Belinda has a friend in Albuquerque who is a modern-day witch. Belinda is a former Software Engineer / Web Applications Developer. She has a degree in Applied Mathematics. She did not have to do research when it comes to dysfunctional families. Her father was a bigamist with two wives and two sets of children.

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marisela zuniga said...

very neat cover, this sounds great!

B. Austin said...

Thanks, Marisela. I did the cover myself. I like your name.