Cuban Black Beans

Cuban Black Beans


  • 1 lb. black beans
  • 10 cups water
  • 1 green pepper
  • 2/3 cups olive oil
  • 1 large onion
  • 4 cloves garlic
  • 1 green pepper
  • 4 tsp. salt
  • 1/2 tsp. pepper
  • 1/4 tsp. oregano
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 2 tbs. sugar
  • 2 tbs. vinegar
  • 2 tbs. dry cooking wine
  • 2 tbs. olive oil


Wash the beans and soak in water with the green pepper. When the beans swell, cook in the same water until soft. (45 minutes. approximately). Heat the oil in a frying pan and add onion, garlic, followed by ground green pepper. Add 1 cup of the beans to the pan and mash. Add this to the remaining beans together with the salt, pepper, bay leaf and sugar. Allow to boil for a further hour and add the vinegar and wine cooking slowly for another hour. If there is still too much liquid, cook uncovered for a while. Add 2 tbs. of oil just before serving.

You can use a slow cooker.

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Worrying About Little Things

It is incredible how much we worry about little things that are not important. The only thing that matters is finding our way to get to Heaven.

As Saint Josemaría Escrivá once said: “We are all called to be saints in the middle of the world by doing ordinary things.”  So, can mothers and wives be saints?  Can all the kid’s screaming, cooking, cleaning, the never ending mountains of laundry, and the lack of sleep take us to heaven?  Yes, it can, but this is not an easy road.  I always remember what one priest once told me: “If things are going perfectly fine, without problems, you should worry.  That is not the way to heaven.”

When I was a mom in my twenties, I used to get so mad when I overheard other women complaining about how their kids were not reading or writing the way they wanted.  During this time, one of my sons was receiving speech and physical therapy services many times a week, so he could do what other kids just learned by themselves.  I wanted to yell and tell them to stop whining.  That they had a “normal” life.  But, what is normal? My crazy life with two kids with disabilities and four with unique  and demanding needs is now normal to me.

To tell the truth, I learned a lot from those experiences, even when I don’t remember most of it.  Nevertheless, when I think about those times, I feel like my stomach is going to burst.  Now, I tell to myself: “Don’t worry about these little things, you are paving your road to heaven.”



I finally decided to start this blog, against my will. By experience, I know that when you don’t want to do something, it is best to do it.  The things that costs you the most, are the ones that will bring you the most happiness. Also, my friend Ginny, convinced me by stating that she uses her blog to keep a journal of her life. Since I am bipolar, this was it for me. I don’t remember most of my life due to this illness.  It was only two years ago, when I was diagnosed, that I discovered that this is not normal.

My kids are an example of this against my will proposition.  I went to a Catholic school, but ended up being a non-practicioner.  I was going to be a career woman who was never going to get married, less have kids.  Well, I was the first one from my group of friends to get married.  I was only twenty years old. After almost 15 years of being married and 8 kids, two are in heaven, I can finally say that I am truly happy.