Crispy Chicken Skillet With Artichokes, Beets, Lemon & Olives

Oh, hey there. Long time no chat. Where have you guys been? Oh, wait. You’re saying it’s my fault we haven’t talked in a while? Correct. Guilty. I’ll fill you in on the gaps. I got glutened (oof!). Got better. Got the stomach flu (double oof!). Got better. Made crispy chicken in a skillet. Now, we’re all caught up. That’s the really quick version. The longer version involves unsavory details, profanity and drinking my weight’s worth in liquids. The same pair of  large grey sweat pants adorning my hairy unkempt legs. Also, I’m totally caught up on all the trash television. So, if you wanna gossip about what’s happening on The Bachelorette — I’m your girl. Don’t even get me started on the guy who claimed to be an Amateur Sex Coach. The whole thing just makes me feel really weird. Also, if you’re not watching Married At First Sight, I don’t know what you’re doing with your life. Probably living it. I should probably take off these grey sweats and join you. This chicken is a step in the right direction. Chick it out. Get it? Like, check it out… but, with chick, because chicken puns. You’re welcome to throw stuff at me now. Or, if you want it to really sting, just silently yet aggressively face palm in my direction. Good. That’s perfect.

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Herb & Garlic Crusted Eye Of Round Roast With Orange Chimichurri Sauce

Sometimes you gotta take the day slow. Breathe. Allow yourself the be lazy. Watch some terrible television. Zone out. Meditate. Allow your dog to lay her whole body on top of your body and snooze. Maybe this is just what I’m telling myself. Maybe It’s the late afternoon and I’m sitting here typing while wearing a negligee over a pair of hopelessly baggy sweatpants. Maybe my hair is not washed. Sometimes Wednesday just wins and you have to surrender to its midweek slump.  That’s what’s happening over here. But, while I’m busy nailing the position of hot-mess-blogess, and girl-covered-in-dog-hair, I can also be busy nailing this Garlic & Herb Crusted Eye Of Round. It takes only a little bit of prep, and spends most of it’s cooking time just sitting in a cooling oven. I might not be able to handle showering before 4pm today, but I can handle lazily cooking a piece of beef. We all have our priorities. Mine seem to strongly align themselves with meat making it’s way to my face. […]

Slow-Cooker Cuban Brisket Taco Bowls

I don’t usually write blog posts on Sunday evenings. I’m usually in the throes of doing a week’s worth of laundry, meal-prepping, and simultaneously trying to nap with my mouth open and watch old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy. Yes, it’s hard to do all those things at once, but I’m nothing if not ambitious. Or, if we’re honest, sometimes half the laundry doesn’t get folded, only vegetables get chopped up for my “meal prep”, and I’m like WAY deep into a Grey’s Anatomy binge. Like, WAY deep. Like, season 10 deep. Like, Bailey might have OCD and Meredith and Christina are fighting and April is going to marry what appears to be a thirty five year old virgin DEEP. Ooof. None of this is really important though–just the simple point that on Sundays you won’t usually find me here furiously typing up every weird thought that happens to come to my brain.

But, tonight, I found myself thinking that all of you need the recipe for these super easy taco bowls. ‘Tis the season. I want to be the Santa Claus of your Cinco De Mayo celebration. Santa de Mayo. Except, I’ll wear a sombrero and my belly will jiggle like a bowl full of guacamole. My sleigh will be pulled by donkeys. I demand that you leave out taquitos and a glass full of tequila. Yes, I will still be coming down the chimney–because, Santa. Ho-Ho-HOLA! FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO! A merry taco bowl to you, and to all a goodnight. Someone feel free to stop me any time now…  […]

Grain-Free Sweet Potato Waffle Breakfast BLT With Garlic Basil Aioli {Gluten-Free & Paleo}

It’s been three weeks since my oven broke. It’s still broken. There’s this whole commotion about a broken computer piece and if they make the replacements for my particular oven model anymore. It’s resulted in a very confused elderly land lady, and a slightly frustrated food blogging tenant (that’s me).

It’s not like I can’t cook ANYTHING. I have a working stove top, a couple of crock pots, a pressure cooker, a deep fryer, and a dehydrator. But, since I know my oven is broken it only makes me want to use it more. Go figure, right?  I’ve found myself lamenting over whole roasted chicken with crispy chicken skin, crispy Brussels sprouts, cookies and scones. I feel slightly incapacitated. How can the girl who makes food for a living not have a functioning oven? I was trying to make analogies and all I could come up with was it feels like I am a concert pianist with lobster claws instead of hands.  This metaphor might lean towards the dramatic.  […]