This article from The Guardian popped up on my Facebook newsfeed today, courtesy of STFU Parents. At first, I read the title wrong and thought they were talking about what happens when you roll the dice on a particularly questionable fart. “There are pros to sharting?! News to me!” So of course I had to read the article.
You might think I was disappointed by the actual content of the article (Oh… not sharting…sharenting) but I was actually excited. Finally, someone with some sense!
This whole oversharing thing has always bothered me, but I m particularly bothered by people that share every single aspect of their kid’s life. It’s not just annoying, it’s potentially dangerous.
I actually wasn’t planning to post this weekend because I have some big stuff going on… but I really wanted to share this article.
If you’re one of the people speculating about why I chose not to post any pictures of my baby online (or why I never use his name when I do talk about him), here you go. Now you can stop asking people that are close to me if something is wrong with my child. For God’s sake, he isn’t deformed (someone actually asked a friend that question)…It just turns out that I have some damned common sense.
I hope (though I doubt it’ll happen) this might also eliminate my need to CONSTANTLY ask people not to post his picture on Facebook.
Enjoy your weekend everyone! I’ll be taking a short break to take care of a pretty big project but I’ll be back early next week.
It’s been one of those days…
I’ve started O on solid foods, and it’s been an incredibly messy venture. Yesterday I was constantly wondering, “green beans or poop?” Today we tried Buddy Fruits in the mango, banana, passion fruit flavor. Twice today I’ve had to do a load of laundry… Not O’s, because I was at least smart enough to put only a bib and a diaper on him. No, I had to wash my clothes, because O really likes to share.
I was checking my second load of fruit-covered laundry when I noticed that it was 5:00… and I hadn’t even thought about dinner yet. I figured chicken and rice would be quick enough, so I got some brown rice going in my rice cooker with chicken broth and a couple of smashed garlic cloves. While that was cooking, I defrosted a couple of chicken boobs in the microwave.
I melted some butter in a pan over medium, then threw in some chopped onion and (yes, more) garlic. When the chicken was thawed I seasoned it with salt and pepper, then it went in the pan to cook, covered, for five minutes on each side.
By the time the chicken was done my rice cooker had switched to the keep warm setting…but the rice wasn’t quite done. I decided it wouldn’t be a big deal since it was going in the pan with the chicken. I added chicken broth (about a can) to the chicken, garlic, and onions… then I dumped a couple of cans of Rotel sauce in.
I added the rice and stirred everything up, making sure to cover the chicken. It looked a little boring…I discovered a can of corn hanging out in the cabinet, so I drained it and threw that in as well.
Once the sauce started to bubble I turned the heat down, almost to low (3, if you have numbers on your knobs). I covered the pan and left it alone for about 30 minutes. The rice finished cooking and helped thicken the sauce and for a completely last-minute meal I’d say it turned out pretty well.
This would be awesome with some guacamole, sour cream (Greek yogurt!), and cilantro… but since I had none of the above I just sprinkled on a little cheddar cheese and called it done.
I was about to call the BF to tell him supper was ready when I got a text message.
It said “I’m at Wendy’s, you want anything?”
If you think for two seconds I didn’t ask him to bring me a Frosty…Well, I guess you don’t know me at all.
As of today (at 7:48 am, to be exact) I officially have a six-month-old.
Let that sink in for a minute. I’ve been trying to do that all day. Just out of the blue, “Holy crap, my kid is six months old!”
Truth be told, I still occasionally think, “Holy crap, I have a kid!”
This isn’t a real post.
Anyway, happy half-birthday, sweet boy!
Have y’all seen the Wendy’s commercials that feature the red headed chick traipsing around judging everyone’s lunch choices?
If you haven’t seen them, here’s the basic idea:
Wendy’s chick: Oh, hello there person I don’t know. I see you’re eating lunch. What is it that you’re eating?
Complete stranger: Um, turkey on wheat?
WC: Well this is actually none of my business, but that just looks awful.
CS: …It does?
WC: Yes. But don’t worry, I carry around this bag of greasy fast food from Wendy’s just for occasions such as this one.
WC: Now that’s better!
Now, don’t get me wrong…I enjoy a Wendy’s Frosty and fries occasionally (like, maybe once every couple of months…) and I really like their chili…But would I eat there all the time? Uh, no. I don’t care what this red-headed lady says, Wendy’s is not better for you than, say, a container of yogurt and a turkey sandwich. I mean, it is fast food.
I really hate the commercial for the flatbread chicken sandwich… When little miss barfs-a-lot (how else does she eat that much Wendy’s and stay slender?!) exclaims “I’d rather share it with my taste buds!” in a rather annoying sing-song voice. That one makes me want to stab something.
If these commercials were honest, I think they’d go like this:
Chubby red-head: Hello stranger! What is that you’re eating?
Stranger: A stick of butter and some potato chips dipped in butter. Oh, and fried butter with sugar on it.
CRH: Oh gross.
S: I know, right? But that’s what my wife packed for me today.
CRH: Well I happen to have this bag of greasy fast food from Wendy’s…
S: I’ll take it!
CRH: Well…I suppose that’s at least somewhat better.
Anyway, I don’t know why these commercials annoy me so, but they do.
What commercials make you feel all stabby?
In honor of Mother’s Day, an interview with my very own mother:
Me: Ok Mom, what do you think of Mother’s Day?
Mom: What do I think of it? I think it’s just like Father’s day…I think it’s a nice tribute. But I think the feelings you express on those days should be expressed every day. You know what I mean?
Me: I do! What’s your favorite Mother’s Day memory?
Mom: Hmmm…I don’t think I have one. Am I supposed to?
Me: Ok, what about your funniest?
Mom: Really?! I don’t know! (To dad) Have I had a funny Mother’s Day?
Me: Ok…If you could get anything you wanted for Mother’s day, what would you ask for?
Mom: I’ve got what I want. God blessed me with two healthy kids and a loving family and two grandkids we can spoil rotten and send home.
…Then she got distracted playing with O and watching the NASCAR race. I had to rein her back in…
Me: Do you feel differently about Mother’s day now that you’re a grandma?
Mom: Well, I don’t know. This is the first one. I’m proud of my family…and the love that I feel for my family…but I guess it just doubles it, being a grandma.
Me: Do you remember what you did for your first Mother’s Day?
Mom: Um…probably…OH YES, I do remember. (To Dad) Wasn’t that the Mother’s Day that mom came up and we went to the Redwood Inn for dinner?
Dad: I think so…
Mom: Mom and I took you and we went there for dinner. Maybe this would count for a funny story? I didn’t think it was funny at the time. Let’s see…you were 8 months old. We put you in a high chair and you did fine ’til you started fussing. You scooted yourself under the tray, so you were kind of hanging out under the tray of the high chair. You just kind of raised your arms up and slid…Anyway, you were crying and carrying on and everyone in the restaurant is trying to have a nice Mother’s Day and here I am trying to hang on to you when a waitress comes over. Her and Mom are trying to get the tray off of the high chair and you were crying and I’m trying to keep you from sliding all the way through…we get the tray off and I get a hold of you and I was just done. We paid and I never went back to that restaurant. So that was my first experience of being a mom on Mother’s Day.
Me: Well thanks for not dropping me in the middle of the restaurant.
Mom: I didn’t! I held on!
Me: So what’s your favorite thing about being a mom?
Mom: It’s hard to put into words… I mean, I don’t know. I guess it’s…Well, the first time they grab your finger, or they say ‘Mama’ for the first time, or they hold up their arms and say ‘carwy me!’… Or when their first words are ‘dirt’ and ‘pepsi’ (for the record,that would be me), or remembering your brother humming while he ate… Seeing you getting excited because Dad brought the backhoe home and saying ‘I ride the tobacco!’
I had piles of rocks from the driveway that I couldn’t get rid of because they were SO special…You kids just loved to bring me rocks. Then there are days when you just want to pull your hair out…and you wonder, ‘who raised these kids?!’ I don’t know if that’s even the right answer for your question…but it’s everything. It’s the day your baby is born and your heart just melts. And you think, ‘this is ours. this is what we created with our love.’ And the thing is, there isn’t a day that goes by that there aren’t little things that, no matter how many years it’s been, you can just see it happen. You’d be surprised…You’ll always remember your baby’s smell. And things like, after you got old enough we couldn’t get by with cheating when we read you a book. You’d say “Nuh uh, that’s not what that says…”
…Did that answer your question? I don’t even remember what the question was…
Happy Mother’s Day, readers!
Remember yesterday, when I mentioned putting the cucumber salsa on garlic lime chicken? And then I didn’t tell you how to make the chicken?
You probably thought that was a dick move.
Well fear not, dear reader…because now I’m going to tell you how to make some tasty, garlicky, limey, chickeny… um, chicken. I got a little carried away, there.
This is another embarrassingly easy recipe that ends up tasting really good. Make sure you start this a bit early, because you need to let the chicken marinate for 30 minutes. Set the timer for this, because the acid in the lime juice can chemically cook your chicken if it marinates too long. It won’t be delicious.
Boneless skinless chicken breasts (as many as you want to serve)
Soy sauce (about 3/4 to 1 full cup)
Worcestershire sauce (a few dashes)
Juice of half a lime
3 garlic cloves, crushed or chopped
Put your chicken in a shallow baking dish, then add the above ingredients. Make sure your chicken is covered by the liquid, cover the dish, and let it marinate in the fridge for 30 minutes.
Plop your grill pan on the ol’ stovetop (or go outside and fire up your grill). Once it’s good and hot, add your chicken. I like to pat the chicken with a paper towel a bit when I take it out of the marinade…It seems like getting extra sauce on the pan just equals a big ol’ burnt mess. Discard the marinade.
(Full disclosure: I did this in a regular pan with a little oil in it and it was fine, but I really think the grill is the best way to do this one.)
Let the chicken cook on each side for about 5 minutes or until the juices are clear.
Serve it with cucumber salsa on top or by itself. Either way, yum!
So I’ve done my fair share of bitching lately about all of the recipes and handy tips that keep mucking up my Facebook newsfeed… And I stand by my original statement that I find it annoying.
A friend of mine mentioned that she saw a recipe for cucumber salsa on Facebook. According to her it was delicious and I needed to try it. I don’t really love cucumbers and I’m fundamentally against all of this recipe sharing on Facebook, but I found myself looking it up while at the grocery store a couple of days ago and somehow the ingredients ended up in my cart.
I didn’t have high hopes for this stuff at all. In fact, the first time I tasted it I wasn’t really sure what the fuss was all about…But I could NOT stop eating it. I mean, I’d put the lid on and put it up, but five minutes later I’d be standing there with the refrigerator door open eating it with a spoon. Apparently, this stuff really is that good.
I didn’t use the exact recipe that was on Facebook, and I can’t find it now to credit it to anyone… So here is my version:
1 large cucumber, diced
1 smallish tomato, diced
about 1/4 cup red onion, diced
1 large clove garlic, diced
1 jalapeno, diced (optional…remove seeds and membrane if you don’t want too much heat)
1 generous handful of fresh cilantro (I like to just rip the leaves off of the stems and throw them in…you can chop it up if you like)
1 single serve container of plain Greek yogurt (original recipe called for sour cream)
Zest and juice of half a lime
About a palmful of cumin
Salt to taste
Mix everything up. Try not to eat it all in one sitting. I mean, that’s really all you do. The really cool thing is how versatile this stuff is. Eat it as a dip, use it as a condiment, eat it with a spoon in the middle of the night… It’s good in all applications!
If you decide to make this, I would suggest going just a bit further and making your own chips. It’s seriously the easiest thing ever and they are SO good. I haven’t tried this method with corn tortillas, though I imagine it would work the same way.
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.
Stack some flour tortillas and cut into 4 wedges. I used 4 tortillas so I got 16 chips. Hooray for basic math!
Arrange tortilla wedges in a single layer on a cookie sheet. Spray with Pam and sprinkle with salt. You could also add other spices if you like…this time I used some granulated garlic. Flip the tortilla wedges, spray, and sprinkle with your spices.
Put them in the oven for 15-20 minutes. About halfway through cooking I like to flip them over. Make sure to watch them starting at the 15 minute mark because they can burn pretty quickly.
This is the only way I can get flour tortilla chips in Indiana… I developed quite the addiction when I lived in Texas, but when I moved back home they were nowhere to be found. Sad face.
They’re easy to make and probably better for you this way.
So there you go. Cucumber salsa (a perfect summery recipe, methinks) and a bonus recipe, if you can call it that.
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