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)
Instructions:
1. Cook the chicken breasts in just enough water to cover chicken – add pepper but NO salt
2. AFTER THE CHICKEN IS DONE
3. Remove chicken from pan and save the broth
4. Set aside chicken to cool
5. IN A DEEP COLD FRYING PAN OR SAUCE PAN AFTER THE BROTH IS 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
23. AFTER DONE SIMMERING THE CHILE
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
ASIN: B08BHSJ2RW
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
PROLOGUE
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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2 comments:
very neat cover, this sounds great!
Thanks, Marisela. I did the cover myself. I like your name.
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