Wanna make something that’s quick, easy and completely delicious? I mean, I’m assuming you do – that’s probably why you’ve come here today. People don’t frequent this blog for gardening guidance or fashion tips. You’re here because you’re looking for dinnertime inspiration, and you guys know I love to dish it out.
I’m still on my mini pizza kick. What better little obsession is there to have, really? I guess there’s always fitness. And diligent flossing. Or never skipping a healthy breakfast. All good and useful routines to develop and embrace, and each one is less expensive than the hardcore proclivities like designer shoe shopping, fancy French truffles or Beluga caviar. Pizza and fitness. They go hand in hand.
The DamFam is playing a super fun game of Pass the Cold in which No Thank You Boy and I are currently “it.” So even though I just posted a chicken-y something last week, here’s another one since I can’t seem to work enough chicken soup into my diet lately. Besides, I have it on good authority that FFF readers adore chicken dishes, and I aim to please. So, here you go. This one is Asian-inspired and spicy and the perfect thing for unplugging a stuffed up head.
You wouldn’t believe how difficult it was for me to wrestle back enough of this meal from the DamFam so I could accomplish picture taking today. This recipe is always a hit here, so I should have expected they would all be circling the stove like the sharks they are. Luckily, I was able to hoard this meager little helping, which was handed over to my sweet next door neighbor Fred, who just a little while ago helped me out of a major jam with my sump pump. The jam was that said pump decided to not work this morning and the alarm’s ear piercing shriek was putting a major damper on my blog writing capabilities. And incidentally, the basement was about to flood. Enter Fred, who not only helps moms bring new babies into the world every day, but also has the ability to diagnose household plumbing issues from 10 paces. He saved the day (as well as NTYB’s Xbox 360) and was thereby rewarded with Chicken & Dumplings. Thank you Fred, are the best. : )
The Holidays were great going down, but personally, I’m glad to have them behind us (with “behind” being the operative word). I don’t think I ever mentioned it here, but like lots of people, my resolution last New Year’s Eve was to drop a few LBs. I probably didn’t say anything here because I was afraid of failing in front of all my readers. But actually (gasp!), I didn’t fail. It took about six months but I lost a little chunk of weight and two sizes, and a year from where I started, it’s still off. Okay, one or two might have found their way back on in recent weeks, but I will be dealing with them in short order.
Another cross country season is well under way, and it never ceases to amaze (and confuse) me that all three DamKids share the freakish desire to pound their feet into the pavement every day after school, and most Saturday mornings, too. With all the running and training they do, it really isn’t any small wonder that they become rabid carb’ivores for a nearly four-month period every fall. It’s also no great surprise that by 8:20 every night they’re all either incredibly crabby or nearly falling over in a comatose state. If you’ve got student athletes, you know what I’m talking about.
I’m getting a houseful of company tomorrow. Haven’t had houseguests in a long time so I’m totally up for it, believe it or not. However, I don’t have hours to spend in the kitchen prepping dinner in time for their late afternoon arrival. There are tons of groceries to buy and sheets to change and if you could see my floors right now you’d surely notice there’s enough black fur floating around to build another DamDog, I swear. Housework will trump cooking time tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean I’m punting on the dinner menu (say you know me better than that!). This recipe will fool them all into thinking I spent the afternoon slaving away on a delicious, company-worthy main course when actually I was busy scrubbing blobs of blue toothpaste out of my girl’s sinks.
Can I just keep it real for a moment and tell you that when it came to making this chicken recipe, I was the big jerk last night. First of all, grilling is not my forte. I can handle your basic burger, flank steak, and even fish … but when it comes to chicken, I’m usually an epic failure, as was the case last night. Second of all, though I fully recognize that I’m a terrible chicken griller, that didn’t stop me from chatting on the phone, updating my Facebook status and correcting math homework when all the while, dinner was morphing into a carncinogenic nightmare out on the patio.
I love hanging out in the kitchen – any kitchen- with friends, and if I can learn a thing or two while socializing and catching up, that’s all the better. On Monday afternoon my friend Fernanda taught me how to make chicken chilaquiles the same way her mother made them when Fernanda was a kid growing up in Mexico – what fun for me to watch someone make a dish she knows by heart.
Just when you thought the holidays were over, Hot & Spicy Food Day comes along on January 16th. Because apparently when it comes to food, there’s always something to celebrate.
I took these incredible wings to a paddle tennis party last Saturday night. Normally, I would test a recipe before serving it to a bunch of people I barely know, but I went out on a limb (I should have known it would be great – Michael Symon’s like, a total genius). Suffice it to say, the one problem I encountered was that I only made about 50 pieces and that wasn’t nearly enough.
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