Some Chicken You Might Like

Warning: If the thought of consuming of preparing poultry makes you ill, then you might want to skip this post.

Today we're talking chicken. I have 2 chicken recipes for you. Both have been tested (both in the cooking and in the eating arenas) and considered TASTY.

Both recipes were snagged off other websites- one from Pace Southwestern Cooking & the other.... heh, I don't remember. Oops. All that to say, these aren't my recipes but I feel compelled to share yumminess when I find it.

You're Welcome.

Tasty Chicken #1

1 packet of Good Seasoning Italian dressing
1/2 cup brown sugar
whatever chicken parts make you happy (but I would say about 4 or more pieces)

Pre-heat oven to 350.
PAM a baking dish. Place chicken in dish.

In a bowl, mix the packet of dressing and the brown sugar. Pour over the chicken. Then slam the birdies into the oven for 50 minutes (about). No, I'm not kidding. As the sugar starts to melt, it will form a sauce, just go back & spoon over the chicken every once in a while.

Tasty Chicken #2

aka: Salsa Chicken

(unrelated question: why do recipes with a southwest bent almost always use the word "zippy"? and why do I almost always get the overwhelming urge to white-out that insipid word?... something to ponder....)

5 chicken breasts (duh)
1 3/4 cups salsa of your choice (I used mild)
3 T & 2 1/4 t packed brown sugar
1 T & 3/4 t Dijon mustard (okay, I'll be honest- I eyeballed this... and it was honey dijon)

Preheat oven to 350.
PAM a baking dish and lovingly place your chicken in it. I salt and peppered mine.

Combine the other ingredients and then pour over the chicken. Bake for 55-60 minutes.


Eat and Enjoy

10 Things I Never Knew About Motherhood....

1. That my habit of piling my hair on top of my head when I go to bed (I rhymed!) would come in handy one day when I had a child…. Really, really handy. Like when he runs a blazing degree fever & hurls all over me, the floor, himself, and other surfaces at 2 in the blessed a.m…. which just so happens to be the special time of night when my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders. I can jump over a gate to get to my wailing baby, but I can’t jump out of the way of projectile puke.

2. That I would never get a good nights’ sleep again.

3. That my son would end up better dressed than me most days- that hurts.

4. That I could change diaper after nasty, icky diaper with no problem, but totally freak out when my child poops in the tub during bath time. ::shudder:: Dear Lord, thank you for Clorex wipes and bleach. Your germophob daughter is most grateful. (Not kidding, I am forever scarred.)

5. That I could come to love (and loathe) a pre-school channel. Yes, Sprouts, I’m talking to you.

6. That I would turn into one of ‘those mothers’ who starts planning her child’s next birthday party 1 week after his previous one. (I’m thinking Thomas the Train this year.)

7. That my sweet little son could glare at me THAT MUCH when I sat him in Santa’s lap… 2 years in a row.

8. That in the mind of a toddler boy, playtime= wreckazoid time. (Interesting math, if I do say so.)

9. That I would become proficient in Silly Songs, the VeggieTales theme song, dancing to Thomas the Train, Calliou (this one has been known to cause adults to reach for sharp, pointy things with which to pierce their ear drums…. For Mommy, Calliou= Shudder), the Bearenstein Bears, knowing all the characters in VeggieTales and Thomas the Train, etc, etc, etc.

10. That even on days when teaching discipline and ‘that we obey’ produce moments akin to nails on a chalkboard, one little child can make me laugh till my sides hurt 5 seconds later.

I Had Every Intention

I really did have every intention of writing a book review and a recipe recommendation, but alas I have run out of time this morning. Yikes! The last week or two, plus the next 2 have been and are a whip. My grandmother has therapy for her tragically swollen (but getting better) legs 3 times a week and I am her Personal Taxi.

I'm purging through my crap, preparing my heart to part with my treasures in a garage sale at the end of the month (Lord, help me).

I did, however, manage to finish Theodore Rex. Review to come! At some point! I promise!
And there will be a tasty, tasty chicken recipe that will not your knee-high socks off. I found it on another blog. And, for the first time EVER, made it exactly like the recipe instructed. Jump Back!

But you'll have to wait for that!

Jacob has a new trike & sandbox (yes, there are pics). We went to the Arboretum. Lot's of fun!

Oh, and I'm going to be an Aunt again!

Peace out, InterPeeps!

Prayers Coveted

Hey InterPeeps-

If you would please, say a prayer for little Abby Riggs. Bad things are happening inside that darling girl's body right now. Really really bad things. If yo don't know, she's a dear sweet little girl with cancer. She's been in remission & on maintenance chemo. Now, there's talk of the most awful "R" word.... relapse.

Your prayers for this baby girl and her family are coveted, InterPeeps.

But She Was Still Nekkid......

And that’s kinda the whole point. Ok. For those of you who may have missed it, Erykah Badu recently shot a music video in the hometown that she shares with yours truly. What’s the problem with that, you inquire?

Well, she stripped her happy hiney totally BUTT NEKKID through the streets of Dallas and "within feet" Dealey Plaza & it ended with a rather graphic moment of choreographed violence.

For those of you who don’t speak Texas, nekkid= naked. As in totally devoid of clothing, including the removal of all her underoos.

So. Let me take a moment (before I launch into outerspace). For tragic reasons, Dealey Plaza is a landmark and a tourist site here in Dallas. There are ALWAYS people milling about here during the day, including children.

….. take a moment and let that sink in…. Yeah, she pranced around Naked IN FRONT OF CHILDREN to make a "statement" and then had the nerve to "Tweet" that she prayed that the children wouldn’t be too traumatized.

ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDIN’ ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

As an actor/writer, I 'get' pushing the envelope for my art. But one also has to accept responsibility for that art. And one must also not hide behind that "art" excuse when one chooses to be a moron. And exposing yourself in public is a criminal offense- it is not art. We have laws.

And, more than that- I don’t give a flying batfrak what someone’s message is…. when there are children present, you don’t get naked. And if Ms. Badu were really concerned about those children, then she would have put their well being above her "message". Because that’s what being an adult it about &, sometimes, that takes priority over being an artist.

So, I'm going to go ahead and call B.S. on her and her message of "stripping away until you get to your true self" or whatever. You can find your soul without showing your hiney.