With my medical background I get really nervous working with raw chicken. But sometimes I’m like, “Well a little salmonella poisoning could be good for the waistline…”
So this is my world famous chili recipe. It’s a crockpot chili too! But it’s a big crock pot chili recipe.
I’m going to put this recipe in print because I’m making it this week, I’m going to add pictures as I make it later, and I need to make it easily shareable!
2 lbs boneless/skinless chicken breast
2 cans black beans (drained and rinsed)
3 cans of petite diced tomatoes
1 cup of medium salsa
1 can of corn (drained)
1 package of taco seasoning
1 package of ranch dressing mix
Cumin to taste (I added that and I haven’t figured out what I use exactly for the precise dose)
(Also, I add 8oz of cream cheese. This makes it white and super yummy and it’s optional.)
Cook on low 7-8hrs in the crockpot!
I like to top it with Hint of Lime chips, sour cream, Mexican cheese, more salsa, shredded lettuce…
Leftovers I usually make pinwheels with tortillas and more cream cheese!
Two meals! One crock.
Disclaimer: we’ve moved into my inlaws because we’re building a house and our house sold too fast. We’ll be here about 3 months. I love my inlaws and my husband. They are the best!
Day 12: Hubby et. al grabbed groceries on his way home from worked and bought himself…..pizza rolls*
This is apparently a death trap for no officially diagnosed diverticulitis. I didn’t catch on the subtle comments at first.
So while sitting down to watch Deadpool as a family (see upcoming post 😬), my husband made himself some pizza rolls.
“Oh that’s no good for his stomach issues.” (He had one tummy ache)
“You can’t eat those things Hubby et. al. They are so unhealthy.” (He knew that when he bought them)
No warning. No explanation. No comment afterward.
As she and I sat next to each other on the love seat.
Since moving in with my inlaws, I’ve lost 10 lbs. Hubby et. al has gained 15. 😳
*Her et al. ever so slyly places one slice of a cooked carrot on baby et al.’s plate*
“Get out of my castle!”
Baby et al., 2016
Look, if I send my kid to school with 13 cookies and I go to pick her up and she’s the 2nd kid out of the door and there are only four other little butts on that mat, I want my other cookies back, lady!
I may have bags under my eyes and my shirt on backwards but I can still count past ten when there sugar and fancy frosting involved!
I just cleaned poop off of my toddlers ear and then had to brush her teeth because she told me, “poopy taste icky.” AFTER she gave me a goodnight kiss!
Sometimes a leftover cookie is all we STAHM’s have to keep us from jumping off the highest level of the play equipment…..which wouldn’t really do anything except sprain an ankle and maybe gain us some sympathy points from the hubby and then maybe he might empty the dishwasher.
But that’s ok. You just eat those cookies like we both don’t know where they went. I’ll pretend like all these extra kids came and left when I wasn’t looking and ate the cookies.
I live off of salads and veggies and am a massive organism. So as far as I can tell, the only rational explanation is that I am the Easter Bunny and I am just now realizing it.
For about ten years, I decided to be a vegetarian. Not because or animal rights or anything, just because I don’t really care for meat and I was sick of people asking me if I was a vegetarian all the time. Becoming a vegetarian is not a diet, let’s make that clear. It meant lots of carbs for me. And cheese. And dear God almighty, do I LOVE cheese!! I would F*CK cheese….but I digress.
Becoming a vegetarian increased my love of veggies ten fold! I now eat meat but not often. And never rabbit meat. So clearly I’m the Easter Bunny!
I must go into some sort of amnesiac sleepwalking world tour once a year.