My fall break started Friday. So far, I have done nothing productive, but had some much needed lazy time with my husband, daughter and dog. Tomorrow my sis, nephews and mom are coming in town to hang out for the day. Because my car died on the way home to Tanner’s birthday party I did not make it. So, my loving sister has agreed to throw a mock birthday party on Wednesday so I can be there to celebrate. Thursday we meet up with some dear friends for a relaxing time in the Smokies. Next Tuesday I have set aside to plan with my team teacher and make baby food. My fall break is turning out to be pretty busy, but I am excited about each and every aspect of it.
Tonight I cooked…for the first time in forever it seems like. I made Cheesy Chicken and Broccoli Rice from Kraft Foods. (Side note – I love this magazine, if you don’t subscribe you should!) Go here for the recipe. It was simple and delicious. The only change I made was to season the chicken (black pepper and salt) and add some pepper and seasoned salt to the final product. I served with some Sister Schubert Yeast Rolls.
In preparation for our big trip, I made some Chocolate Chip Cookies. The trick to make them extra delicious is to use dark chocolate chips and to chop them up so that they are mini and some are shaved. I just stick them in the food processor and chop away. This evenly distributes the chocolate into every bite of the cookie. The one thing I haven’t mastered yet is to make my cookies fluffy. Mine always end up flat. In high school, Mrs. Tuttle always made the best chocolate chip cookies. They were the perfect blend of crunchy, cakey and gooey. I hope to one day cook cookies as good as hers. Any suggestions on what I might be doing wrong or what I can do to achieve this perfect blend?
In case you didn’t read Ben’s post, the Camry is dead. This was my first car. In highschool my sister and I shared an Acura Legend. Technically, this was my first car, but because we shared it and she started driving first it never felt like my car. I only felt like I borrowed it from her when driving. The Camry was my car. I helped by it, I was the sole driver, I loved that car. Now I must say goodbye to a dear friend. Ben doesn’t understand why this is so hard for me, and really I don’t either. It is like parting with a good friend I suppose. But the difference is, I won’t be seeing it later, it is a for real goodbye. Has anyone else felt this or am I really crazy?
This post is very scattered, but that is my life in a nutshell at the current moment!