If youíre lookiní for abundance, just start with simple things,
Like two 15 ounce cans, of Ranch Style Beans.
Pour emí right into, a crock pot turned down low,
Then take a drink of ice tea, touched with Sweet ní Low.
Now bring in any children and let them join on in,
Thereís still more ingredients that need some openiní.
Like a 15 ounce can, of golden sweet corn,
Then tell your son or daughter boutí the day they were born.
While they listen so intently, their attention you are holdiní,
That corn will appear from the can they did open.
Pour every kernel in; the water, corn and all,
The crock pot is filliní while the time you spent is small.
Beans arenít all that give this food itís western spunk,
Itís not road kill or leftovers or even roasted skunk.
Itís a mixture of tamataís and green chiliís that is spelled,
R-O and T then E and L that simply spells RO-TEL.
10 ounces are all you need, of this funny mix,
Pour the contents in the crock, added oh so quick.
Then smile at your child and give them a big hug,
Theyíll feel like a little bug snuggled in a rug.
I know what your thinkiní, this is some strange food,
Will this con-coction, put me in some awkward mood?
Just one more can is called for, itís maiz pozolero,
Or in English, white hominy, a 15 ounce can or so.
This mix is slowly cookiní and thereís not much more to add,
Just some cheese and some chicken, thatís still to be had.
So boil up the bird, 3 or 4, boneless breasts,
But please donít add to the stew that fleshy chicken crest.
Season the boiling water with some salt and pepper,
Then add what you like, but donít get to clever.
When cooked to perfection, the chicken cooked just right,
Cut it into cubes, makeíem all bite size.
Now the cheese gives the body, it is so im-por-tant,
Velvetta cheese, a big block, cut half of its contents.
Cut either half into, several bite size cubes,
Drop them in-to the pot, donít let your child snooze.
This fragrant mix should stew a bit, so go and get a book,
Your child can read it out loud, while you simply look.
And remember that this day brought a smile oh so big,
As they read about the silly green, spotted flyiní pig.
When you close the funny book, your child can get the spoon,
Have them stir it slowly, lunch will come at noon.
That last little cheese cube, that fell from their hand,
Pop it in-to your mouth, it tastes oh so grand.
The scent is arousiní those God-given taste buds,
But please donít add, dehydrated, Idaho spuds.
Theyíll soak up all the flavor and leave lunch very bland,
Like chewiní on a sponge that you use with your hand.
Now stir it again, itís gettingí pretty thick,
And send your child for two bowls, see just how quick.
It is nearly time to eat you see, the stew is almost done,
With still more time for your child and old fashion fun.
Just pull out the checker board or even tic-tac-toe,
Your son or your daughter, will not move to slow.
As they spend their morning talkiní and haviní lots of fun,
Under the passiní bright orange ball we call the rising sun.
When your game is over and itís finely time to eat,
Your silly fun and healthy food is more than just a treat.
Not because it tastes so good, and I know it surely will,
The abundance you were looking for is in these things so simple.
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