Stuff we make at home

This past week I've ALMOST blogged 2 other times about stuff that we make at home. I thought about posting about my free fire wood find (a bunch of old wooden pallets with a "free" sign on them). I also ALMOST posted a blog about some wheat biscuits Tammie made from scratch. They were rather amazing. However, tonight I made the best soup I have ever made in my life.

Italian Sausage Potato Soup
This recipe was based off of some soup Tammie likes from the Olive Garden. However, that soup has like 64% of a person's saturated fat for the day (it includes 6 strips of bacon!!!). DISCLAIMER: I don't generally measure when I cook. So, the following is the best that I can come up with.

Ingredients:
2-3 russet potatoes
1 medium onion
4-5 cloves of garlic
turkey sausage (half of a pound?)
2 quarts of chicken broth
spices (I only had basil and dried cilantro)
salt and pepper
1 cup of cut greens (I used spinach)
1/3 cup of milk or cream

Directions:
Brown meat. Add diced onions and garlic. Cook until they are tender. Add potatoes - stir for a minute or two. Add the broth, greens, and the spices. Cook on medium for 20 minutes. Add milk/cream - cook another 10-15 minutes. That's it! (p.s. you can add some red pepper flakes or a dash of your favorite vinegar based hot sauce to spice it up)

I Put On

I spent the morning with my friend Greg G.  I met him at my church.  He works with our middle school students.  He also happens to be one of the hottest local hip hop producers in San Antonio (here is a song he rewrote, recorded, and produced called I Put On
CLICK HERE).  Greg and I always have good conversations about what it means to wait on God and about being content in the midst of hard times.  He is a great friend.

Anyway, I asked him if I could come over to his house and get a hair cut.  I wanted a standard buzz and his mom always braids his hair so I figured he could handle some clippers.  He said, "Man, I'll take you to my barber shop.  I need to go and get my hair cleaned up anyway."  So I went with him and received the most precise hair cut I have ever had.

Let me describe the scene.  I walked in and there were a dozen people waiting around to see the 6 or so barbers.  There was soul playing on the radio, a George Foreman in the back, and a bottle of hard liquor sitting by the combs.  I sat in the back next to a barber that goes by Paper Boy.  He was very proud of the fade he was giving the customer in front of me.   He also was  a big fan of the wraps from the deli next door.  I had a great time and will probably return.  Though, next time I will request that they not shave a straight line across my forehead.