Thursday, August 10, 2017

Crockpot Shredded chicken

After a long hiatus of cooking, I am slowly trying to enjoy it again.  It's been a minute since I've wanted to cook, or actually enjoy it.  I've been dealing with how to cook meals quickly or have them ready to go when I'm hungry (so I don't spend time thinking about it and decide to go out for fastfood).  So after shopping for kombucha (don't even talk to me about making my own - that's another story) I bought some skinless chicken thighs thinking I could make something with it.

A quick search on Pinterest and I found a crockpot recipe for shredded chicken.  I have also been looking for recipes to make in the crockpot because it is too darn hot to cook.  Our new place has a tiny kitchen with poor ventilation and it's like a sauna in there right now.   The plus of this recipe is, that you make some tortilla soup too.  A favourite in our house.  

So let's get cooking!

Ingredients:
4 skinless chicken thighs
15oz can of tomatoes or 2 cups of salsa
Packet of taco seasoning

How to:
Place tomatoes/salsa in the crockpot.
Empty the seasoning and stir.
No water is needed because the seasoning with blend nicely with the tomatoes/salsa.
Place chicken over the mix.
Cook on high 3-5 hours or low for 4-6 hours.

In case you a lover of Sriracha like we are, you should definately try finding the Huy Fong Sriracha Diced Tomatoes.  We are Sriracha purists here, so there is only one, Huy Fong.  It was a bit hot (my partner has a delicate stomach) so added a bit of lemon juice to mellow it out.  


    



Stay hungry my friend!

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Bubble bubble toil....

...you get the picture.  I have just returned from a whirlwinded week.  My head is percolating with ideas and things to do.  For a moment (sidebar: I will now always think of Minnesota and Pangea whenever I say this statement or even hear the song, thank you Muriel) this morning I was sad.   Arriving home in the dark of night concealed and wrapped me in the still warm and fuzzy feelings I left Minneapolis with.  I can do anything.  I can write anything.  I can perform everything.  But as the early morning sunshine broke through the blinds and weaved its way between the fibers of the curtains, reality set in.  I am home.  My own bed, not quite as cozy as the Sheraton's was.  Ok, ok, let's continue the morning practise I developed over the week. Hup-2-3-4. Let's do some Suzuki style plies. 10 count. 20 count.  I can hear Izumi voice.  Why-o, why-o.  There is Linda.  I can feel Dora's energy as she runs around during the warm-ups...the rest of class making oddly shaped circles.

Wait? What?  Who am I kidding?  I have to unpack.  I have to clean and bring order to the house and its various states of cleanliness it is in (sidebar: I'm kind of a neat freak, so it was probably fine, but I needed to scrub something).  Gotta wake up and drop my husband off at the Metro station. I get into my car, which is covered in a light layer of dust that shows the remnants of an light rain from earlier this week.  The early morning ride. I return home, grab my computer and return to my routine from before the workshop.  I start over-researching ideas and themes, I am lost down a deep deep Pinterest hole of oblivion.  My computer crashes.  It's noon already.  I am still in my pajamas, the house is no cleaner, but thankfully after calls from family with happy wishes for me and tales of their recent adventures, I have found a renewed hope for where to go now.

Now a week later, it seems like Minneapolis was a lifetime ago  What did I do?  What did I learn? What was I excited to go and create?  Darnit.  Momentum lost again.  Pinterest hole of despair here I come.  Here, at home, I have a list of things I want to do, but fear has crept in again.  Ideas for scripts and stories bounce around in my head.  A zillion tabs are opened on my computer, each pointing to an idea or thought I'd like to try, a grant I'd like to write.  Wait, how do you write a grant?  Multi-tasking trying to be everything.  What to do when you've discovered your life is hopeless.  Mid-life crisis.  I think that's what they call it. Figuring things out one tab at a time.