I am the only person in my family who eats baked egg bites. My husband and kids think they're disgusting. However, I like them and they're easy snacks. If you'd like these to be lighter and fluffier like the Starbucks' egg bites; blend until smooth. I hate washing a blender so It makes no difference to me if they're fluffy. I pop them into a muffin tin and bake. It's that simple. They can be stored in the fridge, and they also store well in the freezer. Get the recipe
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I had several bread ends left, and some pieces that looked I MEAN SEVERAL. I am the only person who eats the ends so they tend to accumulate in my bread drawer. However, I try my best not to be wasteful so try to use them in other recipes. Last weekend I made Caramelized Vidalia Sweet Onion Meatballs and one of the ingredients is breadcrumbs. Instead, I used my bread ends to make plain bread crumbs. How toPlace the bread ends, or stale bread if you have some, on a baking sheet and bake for 15 minutes on 350°. Halfway through, flip. Bake until crispy, brown. Let them cool completely. Once cool place them in a bag and use a rolling pin to crush them. Or, use a food processor. Both of these methods will break the bread up finely. However, I used my hands to break up the bread. I loathe doing dishes, and this is one way to have one less dish. StorageSince the bread is completely dried out it can be saved in an airtight container for months. Make Italian breadcrumbsItalian breadcrumbs are super simple to make.
So, it's taken many years, but I plan to fire this old blog up and do something I really love with it. Cook! However, I plan to do more than just post pictures. I believe this will help me put my focus towards my cookbook. I even updated my Youtube Channel and did my first Shorts to test the waters. This is definitely an "I'm-not-leaving-the-house-today type of dish." I served it with homemade focaccia bread to mop up the gravy. If you don't have focaccia it's not a big deal. Purchase your favorite loaf from the bakery, or pick up some frozen biscuits to accompany your dish. Get the recipeSide note: My recipes are for hearty appetites. If they're too big, reduce the ingredients in half.
I've been working on my cookbook for most of the day. I decided to "organize" it by putting in divider pages: Main dishes, sweet treats and desserts, side dishes, sauces and dips and sandwiches. However, when I did; the arrange feature rearranged everything out of order. None of the pictures match the recipes and and the recipes are not in any type of order.
Oh well, live and learn...EVERY DAY. I've been wasting my time on social media sites, and not working on my own side hustles as I should be. However, I did start my cookbook for my kids, which I plan to give to them when they get a bit older. In the past few weeks I made the decision to focus on five main dishes that become my specialty dishes. Chicken Cordon Bleu is one of them. I understand it's an oldie, but just because something's aged, doesn't mean it can't be great anymore. Since, I've made a roulade, and the open face version; each a little different.
DirectionsAdd salt, pepper and flour in a large mixing bowl. Place the cutlets in the dredge. Coat the cutlets. Save the left over dredging flour. Heat a high lipped pan on medium/high heat. Add olive oil. Add butter. Place the cutlets in the pan. Cook until brown. Turn over cutlets. Add mushrooms, shallots and garlic. Stir briefly. Add two tablespoons of dredging flour to pan. Stir. Add Marsala wine. Scrape the bits off the bottom of the pan. Add chicken broth. Use less broth for thicker gravy. Add heavy cream for creamy gravy. Add parsley during the last few minutes of cooking. Use as garnish, also.
My kids and Josh do not care for Sloppy Joes, but since it was National Sloppy Joe Day I couldn't help myself. I still celebrated with an over stuffed sandwich.
This is one of my favorite meals! Check out the recipe.
These autumn swirl Christmas balls will be paired with mariner's net.
Downtown Statesboro, Ga"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free." Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children. - William Makepeace Thackeray I know. I know. I know. It's not even Thanksgiving yet, but I can't help it. The holidays are here, and we're gearing up to decorate the house. Over the past couple of weekends I've spent several hours decorating the garland for the mantle and wreaths, as well as working on some florals for the table. Anyhow, we have a long standing tradition in our family. Every year, we each pick out a single special ornament. We even purchase one for each of the dogs. This tradition began when the kids were babies. Although they didn't understand what I was doing, it was always special to me. To see their eyes light up at all the pretty decorations and colors was, and still is, a delight. Now when November rolls around they're ready to get their ornament. There is only one rule: One special ornament each. Simple right? It is, but because of the choices, the decision making can take some time. On average, it takes an hour if not more to choose these ornaments. There is no limit to the choice. It is based on our individual preferences, and makes no difference if they match any other ornament. This makes for a fun and interesting tree. Go Birch or go homeThree weeks ago we cut back our Sizzling Chinese Fringe Flower after it's second bloom. I was able to use the limbs to created a wreath form. It was severely painful for my hands so I'm not sure if I would do it again. I think I'll buy a birch wreath next time. Oi vey. However, there were far more leaves on the form before it was painted. I didn't paint the leaves directly after making the form so there were a lot of lost leaves. Rookie mistake, but a lesson well learned. Rookie mistake, but a lesson well learned. If I do created more forms, with this springs clippings, I do know that I would absolutely do it right after snipping off the limbs. They are much more pliable, and easier to work with that way. I would also wrap the the branches around so the form would have a have better round consistency. Just another lesson learned. Location, Location, LocationAlthough Jaden says this wreath is drab it photographs well. So I imagine it will look nice under the lights with the reflection from a mirror behind it. Or so that's the idea. I plan to hang it in front of a mirror on our mantle.
For so many years before the birth of my children I was a miserly Ebenezer Scrooge. That is not in the gift department, but in decorating. I rarely put up a Christmas tree, and I certainly did not hang things on my walls, or create crafty decor that would give the house cheer. It just wasn't in my nature. I would rather spend my time doing other things, and decorating definitely wasn't one of them. However, here's where it all changed. Years ago, I went to my brother and sister's house. By law, Brandy is my sister-in-law, but in our reality, she's my sister. My brother Chris and Brandy have been together for 20 years. 20 FREAKEN YEARS!!! It's amazing, and wonderful. Anyhow, I stopped by their house one afternoon to find the house decorated for Christmas. There was a peppermint candy dish in the middle of her kitchen counter, as well as a Christmas oven mitt hanging from her cabinet. Her stove was adorned with Christmas towels. There was a holiday centerpiece on her kitchen table. I walked though the kitchen into the living room, and lo and behold; there were more decorations. The Christmas tree was lit, and it was broad day light! There were decorations on the mantle, and on her coffee table and the kids each had mini trees for their rooms. They were lit too! I was stunned. I would never do that. My mom never did that. She rarely hangs things on her walls, and she didn't, and still doesn't, decorate to the nines for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, we always had a tree, and something small on the mantle. but she didn't see the necessity of it. I understand that, and I went on to be that way for years. As I rounded back into the kitchen I told her how much I liked her candy dish. She replied, Yeah, the kids like it when I do these little things. The smile she gave me was electric! It was broad, genuine, endearing, honest and all the characteristics you find in an awesome mom. She said it and meant it. The kids loved it. That's all that mattered. Goodness gracious! Brandy inspired me! It never occurred to me that even simple holiday decorations made the house pleasant. Things changed for me with those 11 words. No, I didn't plan to go crazy, but I could spruce some things up. Okay, maybe I did go a little crazy. I even bought two snow globes. A santa and his Mrs. Ribbon. Yes, ribbon. Honestly, how difficult is to put out a candy dish, or set a nice table? What about the kitchen towels? It isn't difficult. As a matter or fact, it's ridiculously easy. And guess what? The kids do love it. Everything from the wreaths to the pine cone ornaments. The season beginsNovember suddenly snuck up on me. The year is nearly finished, and I feel like I never even saw it going. The weeks are long and the weekends are ridiculously short, but I've been trying to make the best out of the time. At this point in the year I'm doing yard work, and crafts. However, the yard will have to wait since I want to add rocks to the flower beds. That will be a pretty penny, but if I have to buy one load at a time, I'll get there. As for the crafts, Josh and I have designed a Facebook page for the crafts I'm making. Most of my mediums will be wreaths and wood transfer photos, and perhaps other things that I come up with. Currently I'm selling them locally, and through eBay, but I have a plan to reach more potential buyers, but it's a slow process. Links to some of my productsComing together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success. Henry Ford Here we are. The girls. Loyal, honest, diligent and hardworking. We made it!
Clark Medical Group began it's run on January 4, 2016, and there has been no looking back. It was said by a local competitor, "They won't make it six months." However, here we stand, as the winners of the Best of the Boro 2016 contest in our first ten months of opening. I give thanks for our patients, and to the voters, but the Clark family deserves the greatest thanks. Though Dr. Aaron and Dr. Iris created this practice as their legacy, it's fueled by the devotion of Kathy and David Clark. Just as they support Aaron and Iris, they also support the girls of this practice. With hard work, and a great deal of laughter, we have been given amazing opportunities to grow professionally and personally. The combined support of both physicians and their parents is abound, and I know there will never be another medical office like CMG. Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 41. Oi vey.
41. Where does the time go? Even that phrase makes me sound old, but that's the truth with time. It comes and goes even more quickly than one would expect. However, I didn't see this change in the tide bad. I don't feel the backlash of turning 41, and I don't see myself having a mental breakdown because of it. I can't help but think of the phrase "plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose." I do, however, see myself ordering a pair of cowboy boots. Yeeeeeeehaw! It's been nearly a year since writing anything on my website. I've been so busy with life, and the daily rituals of family and work that I could never find the time to do the things I love the most.
Although I began working when I was 14 my direction was skewed, and in all these years I can not remember ever being asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I can, however, remember being told that I need to be two things in life: a doctor or a lawyer, of which I'm neither. Does that mean I wasn't truly asked? Undoubtably not. However, the mind is amazing, and what people often remember is selective. I am no different. Does that mean I should have gotten my shit together? Probably so, but wisdom only comes with experience, and that's certainly something I didn't have in my teens or early twenties. Even now I sit back and wonder if the things I do are right, but unlike my earlier years, I also realize that dwelling on the negative, the past and the ebb and flow of daily on goings only creates greater frustration. I've spent the last year reflecting on balance, as well. What I learned is balance is a grand illusion. It's a fuzzy haze with no set parameters, and often becomes nothing more than an untouchable desire. Either way, I've stopped searching for balance, and started sifting through the bullshit to see what really makes me happy. This happiness is not dependent on others, but based on the sheer joy it brings me. This single parameter defines what is allowed to affect me. So here I am moving forward, making progress and developing in a direction that makes me a better person based on what I believe is important to me. This is my Forward 40. 10/16/2016 I've been searching for a wreath since we moved into our new home, but couldn't find one I particularly liked; especially for the prices. I've waited months to see what the Christmas season would present, but when Jaden and I went through our Christmas decorations I found all the items I purchased last year for 90% off. We decided they could make a beautiful wreath. Last year, my purchase included shatterproof balls, pinecone and flower inserts, ribbon, bows, and a mishmash of other things. All things I wasn't exactly sure what to do with. However, they looked like they would be great for future projects. The only thing I could not find after the holidays was the unadorned wreath. I purchased a a 36" wreath and wire from Walmart the other day, and Jaden and I went to work on our Christmas wreath. This is our finished product. Jaden placed the flowers and balls where she wanted them, and I used wire, instead of hot glue, to keep our inserts in place.
Over the weekend I made monkey bread cake, also known as pull apart cake. Various recipes have been around for years, and I remember my mom making it when I was in grade school. However, this has a slight spin to the recipe, but I hope you love it. Caramel apple monkey bread cake ingredients 4 Cans Pilsbury biscuits (blue) quartered 1 Cup white sugar 1 Tbs cinnamon 1 Can apple pie filling 1 Stick butter 1 Cup brown sugar Pecans (optional) Preheat oven to 350*. Pour the sugar and cinnamon in a bowl, container, or paper bag. Place the quartered biscuits in the container and thoroughly cover all the biscuits. Place the pecans in the bundt pan, as well as the first layer of biscuits. Layer half the can of apple pie filling in the pan. Continue this process until the apples and biscuits are in the pan. . Once all the biscuits are in the pan, melt the butter and brown sugar in a container. Pour the mixture over the apples and biscuits. This will caramelize. I recommend placing the bundt pan over another pan so the caramel doesn't drip in the oven. Bake this delectable concoction on 350* for 50 to 60 minutes. Once the cake is out of the oven let it sit for 15 to 20 minutes. Place it on a cake stand. By the way, I'm a believer in moderation. This might be a health and wellness site, but I still love great tasting food. Instead of eating the whole caramel apple monkey bread cake, have a slice and share the rest with friends and family.
It's another early day and I've decided to post a short blog post. Who am I kidding? I know it's going to be a long one. I think I just wrote that to lure you in.
I've been thinking a lot lately, and am very unsure of the next steps in my life. I have spent the last decade doing what I think is the best and right thing for everyone else, and somewhere along the way I lost sight of things. I became fearful, and full of resentment. Externally I seem pleasant and okay, but internally things are frayed and raw. Although I do the best to keep things balanced, they no longer feel that way. The scale has surely begun to weigh heavily on the negative side. Positivity has taken a back seat. I feel that things need to change, and my plans are to make those changes each day with small gradual steps to find myself again. For years my direction has been all over, and usually with one step forward, and sixteen back. Obvioulsy success is never linear, and there are many mistakes and setbacks along the way, but sometimes, a straight shot to success would be wonderul for the tiniest goals. That's something else I noticed that I lost sight of. My goals. I haven't set realistic, or even unrealistic goals, for quite some time. These have been forgotten and not replaced with anything meaningful. I often wonder if balance is cruel joke that only a few people get. Or is it a lifelong obsession that never amounts to anything? Boy, have things changed in our household! Little Oliver Twist warms up our home with his affections. His excited greetings are so full of love that we can't get enough of him. The kids love having a dog, but I realize just how much I missed having one. The kids love him. Josh loves him. But, momma looooooooves him. Our routine is routine, and I enjoy them as much, or maybe even more than, Oliver. Our days start with walks, and then it's snuggle time. I also use this time to teach him new tricks, and in the last five weeks he has learned to shake, sit, and lay down. He mastered roll over last week, too. I introduced, "Bang! You're dead," to him this week. We'll see how it goes. A call bell is by the back door for the little guy. I work with him to ding the bell when he needs to go out. He sits by the door already, but we don't always see him since he's so small, and he doesn't whine or bark. In time, he'll be driving us nuts with the bell. Ha! I also changed his food. I noticed that Stars of GA has Taste of the Wild on their wish list so I switched to this brand. He is really enjoying it, and I prefer the ingredients of it over Wellness; which is what he was on. Each weekend Oliver Twist also gets a bath and his ears cleaned. He gets his nails clipped if needed, and gets a new bone. I try to brush his teeth regularly, but this is a toughie. He hates to have his teeth brushed, and he doesn't enjoy riding in the car. Motion sickness definitely works against him, but we make do. Anyhow, he goes outside regularly with the kids, but each night we play chase with him for 45 minutes to an hour. Sometimes, the kids don't last as long, but I'll hang with the little guy until he's so tired he flops down, and I carry him into the house like a little baby.
Yes, I have personified him. I tell him regularly, "You're just a little baby." Oi vey... My tough exterior has melted; turned to complete mush. I already have a Chrstmas list for him. He needs the pleather jacket I saw and more toys. He usually skins and strips any toy with stuffing, or a squeaker, so he needs flat toys he can shake and throw. And balls; he's a baller. We found a Chase and Chomp ball that rattles and he loves it. My dad told me the other day, "I know he's y'alls dog, but that's your dog. I'd love to be a dog in your house. You get your own chair, specially ordered food, a basket with toys, and beds and blankets everywhere. And the treats...Damn. I'd love to be a dog in your house." All jokes aside, this comment makes me feel great! I know, suddenly I seem like a crazy dog lady, but he's a perfect little fella. I just can't help myself. |
Lisa M. WhiteAboutI'm not a chef; just a homecook enthusiast who loves to feed my family and friends. I'm a red meat eating, cheeseburger lover. And, there's nothing better than a cold, crisp, Coca-Cola® served with lime to accompany that.
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