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#3: Cream of Quinoa: breakfast that tastes like a memory

Oh quinoa, you strange but wonderful grain! I made some for the first time a few months ago. Having never tried it before, I was a bit unsure, but thankfully Vidal loved it. I, on the other hand, was not crazy about it. But as Vidal liked it (and I had 3/4 box to go!), I tried again. It got better...

The second time I tried quinoa, it had a better, not bitter taste. I probably followed a recipe that included rinsing the grains (as Cecily also posted on our Facebook page).  What I remember most is that there was a vaguely familiar taste, like my all-time favorite breakfast, Cream of Wheat. I can still picture my grandmother cooking it over her stove. What warm memories!

Feeling a bit under the weather today, I wanted something comforting to eat. As Cecily had just commented on quinoa recipes I had recently posted on Facebook, I remembered the Cream of Wheat taste, and knew immediately what I was going to do…

The following is my twist on a recipe from Martha Stewart; I kept it close to my grandmother’s recipe, hence the butter, as I can find nothing else that comes close to the taste.  You, however, can omit it! You will find the link to her original recipe below.  Check it out – as it has more links within for other fascinating quinoa recipes!


  • ·         2 cups almond milk, plus more for serving
  • ·         1 cup quinoa, rinsed
  • ·         ¼ cup blueberries
  • ·         1-2 tablespoons maple syrup, agave or raw sugar
  • ·         OPTIONAL: 1 teaspoon butter, for serving

Bring milk to a boil in a small saucepan. Add quinoa, and return to a boil. Reduce heat to low, and simmer, covered, until three-quarters of the milk has been absorbed, roughly 10 - 12 minutes, stirring occasionally.  Stir in 1 tablespoon of the maple syrup/agave/raw sugar. Cook, covered, until almost all the milk has been absorbed, up to 5 minutes. Stir in blueberries; cook for 30 seconds. Serve with additional milk, sugar and butter as desired. Enjoy!





Link to original Martha Stewart recipe

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Where did Taco come from?

I was born in Chicago, raised in the lovely Chi-town suburb of Elmhurst, Illinois (and proud of it!). I was born into a wonderful family with a big sis and 2 brothers in between us. Yes, I am the little sister! Having enjoyed that role so much, I later ‘adopted’ a couple of little sisters of my own :) Besides wonderful aunts and uncles, I have lots of awesome cousins as well as great nephews and nieces, including a handful of great-nephews and great-nieces (which makes me sound waaaay older than I really am!). I have also been blessed with the best, most amazing friends anyone could ask for.

Speaking of those friends… Growing up, there were two of us with the same first name; both of us preferred to be called Sandy – NEVER Sandra. The problem to differentiate between our names was furthered by us not wanting to be called by or with our middle names, and as both of our surnames began with ‘T’ – being called ‘Sandy T’ was out. My heritage and my love for eating tacos came into play, and the name ‘Taco’ was born. A name I wear proudly, and a food I still adore!

I grew up loving to cook and eat, but following directions was not on my plate. Neither was liver or peas. I had the appetite of a horse and never gained a pound… until I turned 25. Then my midsection slowly found sneaky ways to widen when I forgot to pay attention. More so once I got married (can’t really say I am blaming Vidal –so he loves my cooking, and I hate wasting food!).

I followed my dream to move to Mexico in 1993, and here I found my wonderful soul mate and hubby, Vidal! While God has blessed us both with lots of nieces and nephews, children were never sent down from heaven …but He did send a few kitties our way: Simba the chubby girl, her son Roly Poly- who is our beloved alarm clock and Mommy’s faithful guard kitty when Daddy is not around, and Guerita- Simba’s sister, the prodigal cat. We are both Christians (our kitties are, too!), trying to walk strongly in our faith, and are an active part of our local church family, Cristo en Comunión. By the way - I’m not kidding about the cats – Roly Poly used to bring stray cats home to share his food!

Vidal and I live in downtown Zihuatanejo, a few blocks away from beautiful Zihuatanejo Bay, surrounded by his family. Literally. Talk about being immersed in culture! You would think I would be writing about life here, day and night. However, I have seen that many gringos have already done that, even if much of what I read is about a life I never lived. By that I mean what I have seen is pretty much about gringo life in Mexico with other gringo friends; the gringo community. While I may be a gringo on the outside, I have never been one on the inside. I often see gringos walking around town here, and think to myself that they looked very much out of place… of course the fact that my own hair is blonder, my skin whiter and my eyes bluer somehow always seems to escape me…

Yes, plenty to write about, and yet I can’t seem to get myself to do so. I feel as though I would be betraying the reason I am here; betraying the culture of my maternal grandparents, the culture of my husband and the culture I chose to adopt. Maybe some day I will change my mind, but for now, that is where I stand firmly when it comes to writing.
On the other hand, I have no problems writing about the places I visit as a tourist. Since Y2K and a visit to Cuba, I have written a few travel stories: the Taco’s Travel Adventures series.

Unlike my husband, who was an athlete (fútbol/soccer) and an avid swimmer until long work schedules and chronic back pain stopped him from doing either, I grew up being too much of a klutz to be good at any sport (unless you include the sport of tripping on air). Walking was my only exercise – and one which I dearly love (I have always found that tripping on air is part of the fun of walking). God opened the door to the wonderful exercise world of WholyFit (and I said, huh? – but went through obediently anyhow!), and a brand new family within – and a new era began. The best is yet to come, and I am looking forward to that!

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