God help us all....
that have to get back onto regular schedules. This summer has been a good one and it's all about to come to a crashing halt. My kids, who have been staying up until 10 pm and sleeping in until 9 am, should really enjoy getting back to 7:30 am wake up calls and early bed time. This is parenting at it's finest. Waiting until the last possible minute to get your kids on some acceptable schedule so they are not zombies (or total assholes) in school. Mother-of-the-year over here. Summer, you were fun while it lasted.
What's to drink....
Oh, I really like to pronounce this one, you guys. I mean, it tastes really good, too but french wines SOUND like you're drinking something delicious. After a couple glasses I start to totally butcher the name and that's loads of fun as well. Try it with your best fancy French accent. Cheers (or à votre santé, which is French for "cheers" but I can't pronounce that for shit)!
Pascal Jolivet Sancerre 2014
What's to eat....
Remember way back when, I put in a disclaimer about not being a professional chef or a professional photographer? Let's keep that in mind when referring to the recipe below. It may not LOOK at that good, but this baby was kick ass. It's basically spinach and artichoke dip (lightened up) over chicken breast. I made a few tweaks to the recipe including the following.
1. Cutting the chicken breasts in half so they were not too thick. I do NOT like big, thick, plump chicken breasts. I prefer them thinner and less full, much like my own breasts, so as to feel at home, I suppose.
2. I used 1/2 regular mayo and 1/2 light mayo. And for the record, mayo is straight up disgusting shit but it is a necessity for certain recipes.
3. I used part-skim mozzarella cheese because I can use all the help I can get after an entire summer of eating and drinking.
4. I doubled the amount of artichoke because in the case of artichoke, more is always better.
5. I cooked it for longer than the suggested amount because if there is anything that is more disgusting than straight up mayo, it's raw chicken.
Spinach Artichoke Chicken that doesn't look good but tastes really fucking good
Working on my bright ideas....
Remember that time, a couple weeks ago, that I was feeling sad about summer ending? That has passed this week. And while it may be a mix of hormones (we, as in women, can blame everything on hormones. Men should NOT engage in this activity), a slight case of sun poisoning (this is an exaggeration to imply my being done with town pool), and pure exhaustion, it's the last week of summer and my kids and I are officially SO sick of each other. We all need a little break. So, I sent Tommy an email earlier this week about needing some alone time this weekend. It went like this, "Dear Tom, I'm going to fucking kill the kids I could really use a few hours to myself this weekend. Let me know how we can make that happen. But now I have to figure out what to do...and in comes my idea. I think that local hotels should offer an hourly rate. I know what you're thinking. Some shit bag hotels (motels) will do this so that people can go get down. But I don't want to get down. I just want to SIT down or LAY down. Maybe have someone bring me a nice meal. Watch the real housewives. Not have to look at the socks on the floor. In the quiet. All alone. Just for a few hours. It's kind of like a Mommy recharging station. After a few hours I would come out SUCH a better person. I'd be nicer to my kids, my husband would get laid more (you see how I'm playing this), I would start to make baked goods and fried chicken. As far as I can tell, it's a winner of an idea. Let's make this a thing, like right now.
Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff.
XO
Tara
P.S. I know my kids are sick of me as well. Last night, while putting Kelsey (3.5 years old) to bed, she interrupted me mid-story and said, rather flippantly, "let me get some rest now". Okey dokey. Everybody's all done. Good-night.
Good one!
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