I grew up with a pool, which in Iowa is not super common. My mom lived by the pool. She would be out there nursing it clean at the first sign of the first robin. She would sit there from morning until sunset and after. She loved to watch the little balls floating on the surface of the crystal clear water. When I was a teenager, I would bring friends over and she would make us “poolside nachos” on a plastic plate of course (this was before the dreaded BPA’s were found in plastic.)
Days like today make me think of my mom. I know she’s near us, and most likely laughing hysterically at my antics with my Kids. Emm was in rare form today. Everywhere from eating fresh yogurt straight from the jar – with her tongue and snotty nose, to trying to pour milk in her ear. My son, though he’s sweet as ever, is forever fighting with me to eat anything remotely good for him. Tonight he pretended to gag on quinoa. Anything that isn’t macaroni and cheese or ham sandwich is totally taboo. I’m not sure what he’s going to do when mom and dad start a paleo type diet.
Anyway, my mom made the simplest and most tasty nachos ever.
Olives (black or green – or both)
Sour Cream (optional)
That’s it. She would spread the tortilla chips loosely on the plate, smother them with shredded cheese, sprinkle good old spanish olives with pimento on top, and microwave the whole lot for about 2 minutes or until the cheese was melted.
Once outside, we might dip it in salsa or sour cream or both, but mostly we just ate them as is. Actually, we devoured them. I still crave those simple nachos from time to time, and every time I do, I think of my mom.