Nacho Man.

Today is the International Day of The Nacho.

Now that’s a reason to party!


History tells us nachos originated in Piedras Negras, Mexico.  It’s just over the border from Eagle Pass, Texas, and back in the 1940s, a few wives of US Soldiers stationed at Fort Duncan were in Piedras Negras shopping and stopped for lunch.  The restaurant had already closed for the day, but the manager, Ignacio “Nacho” Anaya Moreno, created a new dish with what was left in the kitchen.


And, viola!, nachos were born!

He cut the remaining tortillas into triangles, fried them UP, added cheese, jalapeño, meat, lettuce, and guacamole, and the girls went nuts!

They asked what it was called and he replied, “Nacho’s especiales,” or Nacho’s specials, and their lack of knowledge of the Spanish language gave rise to the dish’s name.

What would we be eating if his name was Enrique?

Anaya moved to the Moderno Restaurante in Piedras Negras where they still use his original recipe.  He later opened his own place which he called “Nacho’s Restaurant.”

His recipe first appeared in a cookbook in 1954.

The dish took Texas and the Southwest by storm and eventually became a staple of Tex-Mex cuisine.

Now it’s ubiquitous.

Ignacio Anaya Moreno died in 1975, a bronze plaque was erected in his honor in Piedras Negras and October 21 was declared International Day of the Nacho!

Now that’s a party I can get behind!

Happy Nacho Day!

Here’s the original recipe and a picture.

Makes 12 wafers.  Recipe is adapted from a 1969 interview with Ignacio Anaya.
3 corn tortillas
1 cup shredded longhorn cheese, about 3 ounces by weight

1 Tbs Canola Oil
12 Pickled Jalapeño slices
Preheat oven to 350ºF
1.  Brush the oil on both sides of each tortilla, cut each into quarters, and bake them in a 350ºF oven for 15 to 20 minutes.  They will turn a darker brown, but do not let them burn.
2. Shred the cheese and distribute it among the tortilla triangles.  Place a slice of Jalapeño on each.
3. Bake the triangles in a 350ºF  oven for about 5 minutes until the cheese is bubbly.  Alternately, you can place them under the broiler for a minute or so.

(Recipe credit:  Adan’s Blog.)

Grandpa’s Magic

The silenced talking doll, the toaster that wouldn’t toast, the percolator that wouldn’t perk; he fixed them all.

We never knew how, but he did; “Grandpa’s magic,” we called it.

The shaking had started long before any of us came along;  “Not Parkinson’s he’d say, just me.”

And there he’d sit with his shaking hands, gently caressing wires back together while we watched in wonder.

It was amazing how a man who couldn’t pour a cup of coffee without making a mess could bring life back to an appliance that had simply given UP, but he could, and he did, all the time.

And we miss him so.


Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.


This week’s prompt was fix

In memory of Grandpa Herb Woodard.

It Happens…


Bela Lugois, Hollywood’s most famous Dracula once said, “I look in the mirror and say to my self, “Can it be you once played Romeo?””


Today’s his birthday.



Kentucky Clay

U S Political oddities are not new.

Take Cassius Marcellus Clay for example.


Today is his birthday, he was born in 1810.

Born to one of wealthiest planters and slaveholders in Kentucky, Clay became a prominent politician with quite the reputation.

One of seven children and a cousin to Henry Clay as well as Clement Comer Clay, Alabama’s governor, Cassius graduated from Yale in 1832.  While there, he heard abolitionist William Lloyd Garrison who’s lecture moved Clay to become an abolitionist.

Pretty strange for the son of one of wealthiest slaveholders in the Commonwealth of Kentucky, he claimed, Garrison’s words were, “…as water is to a thirsty wayfarer…”

Realizing his hope of emancipation was the thing of dreams, he, ever the pragmatist, supported gradual legal emancipation rather than Garrison’s full on abolition.

Fresh out of college, he married Mary Jane Warfield and they had seven children as well. They also adopted a child who was rumored to be Clay’s son from an affair while he was Abraham Lincoln’s ambassador to Imperial Russia!

See, scandal is nothing new to politics.

Clay, an early member of the fledgling Republican Party that would nominate Lincoln, was elected three times to the Kentucky House of Representatives, but got the boot when he promoted the end of slavery.

His stance made him some enemies as well.

At one debate in 1843, Sam Brown shot him in the chest, but Clay was able to fight him off, seriously wounding the would be assassin with his Bowie knife. Once he was done fighting, he tossed his assailant over an embankment.

Unthwarted, he started an anti-slavery newspaper, True American, after which he received death threats and started carrying on a regular basis.

He carried two pistols, a knife, barricaded his armored office doors, and just for safe-keeping set UP two four-pounder cannons inside the front door.

After his office was destroyed and his printing press seized by a mob of 60, Clay moved the paper to Cincinnati which was an abolitionist center.

He remained a resident of Kentucky, however.

Hey, home is home. KWIM?

He served his country in the Mexican-American War, he opposed the annexation of Texas and the continuing expansion of slavery, and was attacked again in 1849 by six men, the Turner brothers who beat him, stabbed him, and tried to shoot him.

Clay fought off all six, killing one brother, Cyrus, using his trusty Bowie knife.

Emboldened in his cause, he gave 10 acres to John G. Fee, a fellow abolitionist, who founded the town of Berea and went on to found Berea College which was open to all races.

Clay befriended Abraham Lincoln and supported his candidacy for the presidency in 1860.  Once elected, Honest Abe rewarded him with the diplomatic post as Minister to the Russian court.

Prior to leaving for Tsar Alexander’s Winter Palace, the American Civil War erupted, and Clay organized a group of 300 volunteers to protect the White House and US Naval Yard from the Confederate rebels.

They were called Cassius Clay’s Washington Guards, and Lincoln, knowing just what Clay would like, gave the Kentuckian a Colt revolver as a show of appreciation.

When the Federal troops arrived, Clay and his family headed to Russia.

While in Russia, Clay saw the Tsar emancipate the serfs Russiawide.

Emboldened in his cause by this act, he refused to accept a commission as a major general in the Union unless Lincoln agreed to free slaves under Confederate control.  Lincoln issued the proclamation late in 1862; it took effect in January of 1863.

Finding himself back in Russia later in 1863, he negotiated the support of Russia against France and England should they come into the war on the side of the Confederacy.

He stayed in Russia until 1869 and was influential in Seward’s Folly, the purchase of Alaska.

He supported freedom and independence everywhere.

He founded the Cuban Charitable Aid Society when Jose Marti was fighting for Cuba’s independence from Spain, he supported American workers against industrial barons, fought for the nationalization of the railroads, and left the Republican Party over Radical Reconstruction, which history has shown was unjust, worsened race relations, and gave rise to Jim Crow.

His reputation as a rebel and a fighter never waned.  He carried until he couldn’t walk, became more and more paranoid and eccentric as he aged, and after 45 years of marriage divorced his wife because she would no longer tolerate his infidelities.

Oh, yes, he was a player.

At the age of 85 he married the 15 year old sister of one of his share cropper tenants, one Dora Richardson.

There were no children.

He died at home in 1903 from “general exhaustion.”

See, nothing’s new.

No one’s perfect.

He was survived by two daughters and several admirers.

Herman Heaton Clay, the son of one of the Clay family slaves, named one of his 12 children Cassius Marcellus Clay nine years after the death of the abolitionist.

Marcellus Clay would name his son, Cassius M. Clay, JR.

He would become the heavy weight champion of the world, change his name to Muhammad Ali and inspire millions.