It’s been a month since we’ve done anything even remotely “Cordon Bleu”, and Kiddo has been clamoring for Chicken Cordon Bleu. Every time we plan out a menu together; he suggest Chicken Cordon Bleu. I keep deflecting. Maybe it’s all this day in and day out of cooking two; three or more meals a day that is making me so darn lazy. Maybe making traditional Cordon Bleu is just too much work.
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Let’s start with mixing up our own Taco Seasoning, making our own Chorizo and then putting out a build-it-your-way Taco bar. Who needs restaurants to be open? A restaurant means you have to put on pants, get in the car and drive somewhere. Depending upon where you live and how “open” things are, that could be a long, long drive. Making a Taco Bar at home doesn’t require any of that. Okay, maybe pants would be nice, but not required.
Continue reading “Best Darn Taco-Margarita Bar in Town”Maybe it’s all this penned up frustration just itching to get out on the open range that has me in a cowboy frame of mind. What I wouldn’t give to head off to Wyoming right about now, saddle up and hit the trail. Cattle country is calling my name.
Not every Sunday equates to chicken, but Sundays gotta have something special. It’s the Lord’s Day after all. As Catholics, we don’t just attend Mass, the Mass is Celebrated. Life should be celebrated. I know, sometimes that’s a tall order. Sometimes there is so much pain and suffering you cannot help but wonder why.
Don’t you just love foods that you can eat without utensils? Some might say like a pizza, but then I eat my pizza with a knife and a fork. When pizza comes straight from the oven, all that hot cheese and sizzling pepperoni – too dangerous. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had molten cheese drip down my chin. Actually, most foods I eat with a knife and a fork – or at the very least a fork. How ’bout you?
On March 10th Hubby and I traveled up into the Mother Lode to the small town of Sonora. It was a yearly sojourn to attend one of the largest Celtic Festivals west of the Mississippi. This year’s gathering was small and the festival grounds felt more like a ghost town. While the word “pandemic” had yet to be spoken, the fears were already setting in.
When we hear “Florentine”, our thoughts immediately gravitate to spinach and Italy. Interestingly enough, the phrase a la Florentine was actually coined by the French. While we might not fully know why Florence is so often associated with spinach, some believe the style of dish was named for the birthplace of Catherine de Medicis; who introduced Spinach into Callic cuisine with her marriage to France’s Prince Henry in 1533.
Risotto is traditionally a Northern Italian dish made with rice. That makes perfect sense when you realize the Riso means rice. And it’s not just the type of rice that matters, but the way it is prepared that give Risotto its creamy, rich consistence. So what happens to a short pasta cooked the same way?
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While the world is just beginning to venture out beyond our own front door; some restrictions are sill in place. And frankly, some of us are not all that sure about leaving our little cocoon. Too many mixed messages.
Reality check – these are suppose to be appetizers. However; with all these days running together as they are; today is Tequila Tuesday. As long as we’re having cocktails; why not finger food for supper? I’m thinking serve with Beefy Taquitos and maybe a few Bean Dip Cups.
If the recipe seems oddly familiar; you aren’t too far off. The marinade is the same one used for my Dad’s Awesome Beef Kabobs. I swear; this marinade can be used for just about any kind of meat. Chicken, pork, beef – it all comes out great.
I know, many of us aren’t going to be spending Mother’s Day with family beyond our immediate family. No picnics; no brunches or fancy lunches. Another difficult holiday spent separated from our extended sense of self. Our parents; our siblings; all those people who help to define us. Just think of all the holidays and special occasions we’ll be able to roll into one massive party once this is behind us.
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Wake up – rise and shine! It’s a beautiful Saturday morning. Soon the golden rays of sunlight will break the darkness of predawn. The world will stretch and stumble from their beds. Birds will be singing. Isn’t this a great day to be alive?
Another beautiful Friday in Paradise. Or at least as close to paradise as we can get. Hubby is here. Kiddo is here. My family; scattered round the world are healthy as far as this pandemic is concerned. We did have one loss. My cousin’s wife passed in early April; a stroke. Amanda was in her late forties; young for a stroke. Within my Filipino-Spanish side of the family, a cousin is no different than a sibling. Aunts and Uncles are second parents. Kiddo refers to my aunts (his great-aunts) as Lola; grandmother. So any loss, no matter the blood-line distance; is felt deeply. Michael is a man of faith; and the Lord has continued to comfort him.
Chances are, you’ve got boneless chicken breasts in your freezer. You might even have some Provolone Cheese in the fridge. Mushrooms and Sun-Dried Tomato Pesto might be a stretch, but that’s okay. If you have kids; you just might have some Salami in the lunch meat drawer to go with that Provolone.
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