Simple Roasted Chicken

Hola, amigos.  I hope life has been treating everyone well.  Things have been nuts at our house the last couple of weeks!  Mostly because husband and I have been really busy with work and we have spent lots of time on the weekends house hunting.  House hunting has been a somewhat emotionally exhausting experience.  I would compare finding a house to the difficulty of finding a date in seventh grade.  However, hopefully I will have better news on that front soon.

This post is really about chicken.

Roasted Chicken

I know the quality of this photo sucks. I was hungry, ok?

I love chicken.  It goes with so many flavors!  You can really dress it with almost any spice you want and get great results.  But to me, the most heavenly chicken combo is when chicken meets garlic.  Mmmm.  So if you love tasting heavenly combinations, make this roasted chicken.  Plus it is ridiculously simple and quite economical. Continue reading

Our Other New Year’s Resolution

Good morning!

So if you read my last post you know that I, like everyone else in America, has a weight-loss-related New Year’s resolution.  It is going pretty well so far, but slow going ha!  I’ve lost three pounds.  Which always reminds me of Regina George from Mean Girls.reginageorgeAnyway, we have another really exciting resolution – Husband and I decided that we are going to buy a house this year!  Yay!!  We didn’t really want to move into an apartment after we got married, but since we had relocated from Dallas and got new jobs we weren’t able to qualify for a mortgage just yet. :(  But we knew it was something that we wanted in the near future, so it’s always been in the back of our minds. Continue reading

No, I Actually Didn’t Fall Off of the Earth

Hello, loves!  I hope you all had a fantastic holiday.  Maybe you noticed I took a holiday from blogging?  This was unintentional.  Do you ever find that the longer your break is, the more stuff you find to fill it with?  I was somewhat busy for the holidays, but I did get a good bit of r&r in too.  I just took a little unplanned hiatus from technology.  Well, except from my new Kindle Fire that Santa brought me.  And from the wii.  And the reason I was glued to the wii over Christmas break??Image

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Blueberry Banana Bran Muffins

muffins1I really wish I could call these something other than muffins, because that m is really throwing off the fantastic alliteration I have going on.  I suppose if I had a mini muffin pan they could be Blueberry Banana Bran Bites, but I don’t.  *sigh*  I suppose we could go with Blueberry Banana Bran Bombs, but there is really something terrifying about any food that can be described as a Bran Bomb.  And these are delicious, and I don’t want you to be scared to make them. Continue reading

Black Friday and Seeing Red [and Green]

I did Black Friday this year.

Well, sorta.  I went to one store.  And I was only out and about for one hour.  But I think that is really some sort of Black Friday miracle feat.  My American Christmas consumerism guardian angel was watching over me and my wallet.

Here’s how it went down: I knew I wanted to get Husband a nice watch for Christmas.  He’s been hinting about it for a long time.  That man has a mild obsession with dress watches.  When we went to pick out our wedding bands he was practically drooling over the watch case.  Anyway, I wanted something really nice for him, and we decided our Christmas budget for each other this year was $200, so I really had something to work with.  Enter Black Friday.  Kohl’s had Men’s Bulova watches on a ridiculous sale; some were 75% off!  I inwardly rejoiced.

So off I went at midnight.  I thought to myself, This is a relatively small city we live in, and our Kohl’s is off the beaten path – there won’t be hundreds of people in line!  I’ll just show up about 30 minutes before the store opens and I’ll be good to go. Continue reading

They are Gonna Serve These Sweet Potatoes in Heaven

Hi y’all.  Wow, I’ve been a terrible blogger the past two weeks!  Apologies.  I was super busy getting ready for our four parents, Husband’s grandmother, and my brother to all come to our apartment for Thanksgiving.  Then I did Black Friday and promptly got sick :( and then had tons of catching up to do at work.  So that being said, I had planned on posting this recipe before Thanksgiving, but alas, it didn’t happen.  But that’s alright because after you try this you will eat sweet potatoes on a regular basis year-round.  Promise.

ImageJust look at the crispy, sweet n’ salty goodness!  No marshmallows in sight.  And while I am certainly not anti-marshmallow by any means, I don’t want ’em on my sweet potatoes. Continue reading

Hooray for the 90’s

After all the craziness we’ve endured with it being an election year, I have thought more than once how great it was when I was a kid and understood nothing of politics.  **Let me state here that I strive to be an educated voter and I appreciate the blessing of living in a democratic republic.**  But just take a minute and remember how awesome it was when you were a kid and didn’t have to worry about any of “The Issues”.  Heck, I didn’t even know what “The Issues” were back then.  And it was awesome.

So, I was pretty cool in the 90’s.  I faithfully watched Full House every day and carried my Little Mermaid backpack with pride.  I had a collection of Lisa Frank pencils that came with erasers shaped like pretty neon animals that I would have never dreamed of using to erase anything.  My grandmother permed my hair on a regular basis, and once, I even made the horrible decision to perm my eyebrow-length bangs.

Me, probably around 1995-1997. Permed bangs and all.

I wore out my cassette tape Beauty and the Beast soundtrack and Amy Grant albums working on choreographed roller-blade dances (the skates you see above were the predecessors of my awesome roller blades that I got on my eleventh birthday).  I loved school and only remember thinking about the T.A.A.S. test once a year.  In third grade, our teacher took the students who had successfully learned their multiplication tables and passed all the multiplication tests that week to Dairy Queen for a cone.  I memorized Spice Girl dances with my new junior high friends and thought the Backstreet Boys were the best thing to happen to music ever.  I had one friend who was a ‘bad girl type’ who wore safety pins as earrings and dyed her hair with Kool Aid and I thought she was awesome.  I was allowed to ride my bike all over the neighborhood and got upset when it rained in the summer time because all the fun things to do were outside, other than Legos of course.  Continue reading

My Enchiladas That Might Someday be Famous

One of the best things about Texas is TexMex.  This isn’t really something that can be explained in words, you just have to experience it.  Like having beignets in New Orleans.  Or crepes in France.

Side note – TexMex might be part of the reason Texas usually ranks pretty high on those “fattest cities/states in America”… but I don’t want to speculate.  We’re all just fat’n’happy.

Anyway, I love enchiladas.  LOVE.  I created this recipe when I was in college – I don’t remember any reason other than the fact that I love enchiladas.  Maybe because I was too poor to go get them from a restaurant?  Probably.  I’ve been making this for years, though.enchiladas

Be warned, these aren’t technically traditional TexMex enchiladas.  For one thing, they are green chili based with a green sauce, and they are made with flour tortillas instead of corn.  The chili thing is because I love green chilies and when you write your own recipe you get to use ingredients you love, so calm down.  If you want chili con carne, make up your own recipe.  Ok.  The tortilla change is because I am kinda lazy.  For corn tortillas to really taste their best and roll well, you really need to give them a quick fry.  And that is too much work for me and makes a big mess.  And I would probably burn myself.

But I promise, these enchiladas are really, really good and they come together really quickly. Continue reading

I’m Scared of Zombies. For Real.

Feliz Dia de los Muertos!  I should have written this post yesterday I suppose, but I’ve had a bit of writers block lately.  But thanks to this post by another cool lady named Holly over on her fitness blog, I finally have a little seasonal blog-spiration.

So I have a serious obsession with the tv show The Walking Dead.  I love it.  It scares the pants off me.  And since hubby and I have gotten into the show, I have just had a general obsession with zombies.  In the past year or so I have watched almost every zombie movie I can find.  Jared is a good sport about it, because he enjoys them too.

Photo credit: mtnweekly.com

The weird thing is, I am seriously terrified of zombies.  But I CANT. STOP. WATCHING.  It’s a strange phenomenon.  Continue reading

The Niceness Conundrum

I have a huge problem with conflict.  I hate it.  Just the anticipation of conflict fills me with dread.  One reason for this is that my body decided somewhere along the line that it would physically manifest all strong emotions with uncontrollable tears.  This is most inconvenient in the case of anger or frustration.  I can’t just have a stern conversation with someone who is very upset with me without some darned tears filling my eyes.  This is so annoying. Especially when one is at work and does not want to appear 1. weak, 2. 15 years old, or 3. mentally unstable.

Another reason I fear conflict is that I genuinely hate upsetting other people.  I’m not going to claim I am some kind of saint and just don’t like hurting others, although that is part of the reason.  The real reason is that it is so uncomfortable for me to have someone upset with me.  I seriously can’t handle it.  It completely upsets my homeostasis and stresses me out.  Why is this?  I know plenty of people who are not cold-hearted who can just say, “Eh, I  made so-and-so mad the other day.  Oh well, she’ll get over it”.  Why can such a phrase never honestly pass my lips??  Am I doomed to forever be chained to the idea that I need to be perceived as “nice” by everyone?  Is this an unfortunate side effect of being raised Southern? Continue reading