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| Barefoot Love! |
I am no cook.
I beg, borrow and steal any recipe
that sounds like it might taste yummy,
and just maybe will satisfy my picky eaters.
For the record:
They don't like mushrooms. Big no-no.
They don't like peppers, onions or asparagus.
They don't like pretty much anything that used to swim in the ocean,
hate chicken five days a week
hate chicken five days a week
and despise the smell of salmon patties.
Reality strikes:
I DON'T COUNT GREEN BEANS.
Pick through it, talk to it, take it for a walk.
Whatever helps gets you past it.
(What this means is, eat it or don't, but it is what's for dinner.)
No worries, they won't starve. There's always bread.
They like bread.
And, they're beginning to not mind the rest... so much.
Wednesdays are generally when I start
thinking about what to add to my grocery list
for the following week.
By the time grocery day comes around
(this is any day I can get my butt in gear and actually make it to the store)
I am usually scrambling to remember that recipe I thought might
shake things up around here. Something my family
just... might... thank me for.
So ~ Wednesdays are my new *I cook barefooted!* days here on
Scarlett's Tattoo!
Read. Steal. Cook away!
And if you're in the mood for sharing, please do!
(You can email me directly with a recipe
you'd like to share, if you like: scarlettcolleen@yahoo.com.
Don't forget to Name it something fun and Mark it with a 'B'!
For Barefoot, of course!)
~And Thank you My Sweet, for *Barefoot Love!*~
For Barefoot, of course!)
~And Thank you My Sweet, for *Barefoot Love!*~
So, here’s a funny story.
Though
true, to the best of my recollection, and apparently impaired judgment, I
rarely humor such poor parenting at the supper table.
That is best served warm and with
dessert!
My kids laugh out loud still today about
“The night Mom lost it!”
“The night Mom lost it!”
Yes, my day had been less than
stellar. I admit.
It was one night out of seven, I
am sure, that we were all five of us actually sitting down together to eat at
the kitchen table. Not in our coveted positions on the couch, the chairs and
the floor in front of the television, but actually sitting our butts in chairs
and giving thanks for what we were about to stuff into our waiting mouths.
In my worst nightmares, and
ironically, also in my wildest dreams, I was in charge of feeding our spawn
our beautiful family. As I stood in front of the fridge, door kicked open wide,
kids whining and milling about my personal space, as if any minute their
stomachs might turn inside out and flop onto the kitchen floor quivering...
I saw a nice bottle of white wine
hiding waaaayyy back on the top shelf
(obviously placed there for just such an
occasion).
A smile lit my face.
Supper?
I’ll give you supper.
Let’s all have a moment of
silence, please,
while Mom indulges in some of
that *Me* time
she’s always going on about.
My husband, and sometimes better half, arrived just then to see me leaning into the kitchen counter, glass in hand, a stray child at my feet,
"So, it's one of those days, is it", he grinned.
Two glasses of wine, on an empty
stomach,
in case you’re wondering how long it takes
to prepare a
meal fit for this family.
Two.
By the time our Thanks were given
to God, the Universe and All that is good in the world, those chicken pot pies
met their fate,
as ALL good Chicken Pot Pies do.
Here’s the funny part.
One glass of wine warms my belly.
Two glasses of wine…
catapults me straight to Crazy Town.
Somewhere between Grace and Pot Pie Love, I
practically broke into song, singing the praises of my home cooked meal.
Apparently, I also made plans
(ahem! … in the form of a kick-ass business
model)
to cook ‘em up, wrap ‘em tight
and sell them by the side of the road!
Oh, yeah... and there was something about
how I hovered over my plate whispering to my fork, but…
I don’t believe that one bit. ヅ
***
☮
Chicken Pot Pie Love!
1 Tbsp. oil
4-6 chicken breasts,
skinned
Frozen veggies, your
choice
(I use broccoli,
mushrooms; sometimes peas and carrots)
Chicken gravy, homemade
with chicken stock or canned
Shredded Cheddar Cheese
Refrigerated prepared pie shells for
top and bottom crust
Heat oil in skillet.
Cook chicken till no
longer pink.
If using mushrooms, add
them now with a little butter and cook 5min.
*I season the chicken and mushroom mixture
with a little minced garlic or garlic salt,
and my favorite, 'McCormick's Italian Herb Seasoning Grinder!' *
*I season the chicken and mushroom mixture
with a little minced garlic or garlic salt,
and my favorite, 'McCormick's Italian Herb Seasoning Grinder!' *
Place bottom crust in
pie tin. Toss in frozen veggies, unthawed, filling entire bottom crust. Top
with cooked chicken mixture from skillet.
Pour a wee bit of gravy
over top.
Spread approximately ½
cup cheddar cheese over top.
Place top crust over
pie.
Bake at 375 degrees,
for about 45 minutes, give or take.
Pies are done when top
crust is lightly browned.
Serve with gravy on the
side.
*4 to 6 chicken breasts will make two pies...
unless you want more veggies than chicken,
and in that case, more.*
*One pie will serve 4 hungry adults*
Unless you're a giant or a hungry elf, and then, you will need two pies.
*Little known fact: We like a boiled egg, on the side, with our pot pies.*
*4 to 6 chicken breasts will make two pies...
unless you want more veggies than chicken,
and in that case, more.*
*One pie will serve 4 hungry adults*
Unless you're a giant or a hungry elf, and then, you will need two pies.
*Little known fact: We like a boiled egg, on the side, with our pot pies.*
You want reviews?
How 'bout,
~ a little Dickens! ~ ヅ
~ a little Dickens! ~ ヅ
*'Please, sir, I want some more.'
The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He
gazed in stupified astonishment on the small rebel for some
seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The
assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.
'What!' said the master at length, in a faint voice.
'Please, sir,' replied Oliver, 'I want some more.'
The master aimed a blow at Oliver's head with the ladle; pinioned
him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.
The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed
into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman
in the high chair, said,
'Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir!
Oliver Twist has asked
for more!'
There was a general start.
Horror was depicted on every countenance.*
~ Charles Dickens ~
'Oliver Twist'
Horror was depicted on every countenance.*
~ Charles Dickens ~
'Oliver Twist'
How 'bout You?
Have a recipe you want to share on
*I Cook Barefooted!*?
Show some Barefoot Love and...
Send it here: scarlettcolleen@yahoo.com
Want to include a photo? Fun!
What's on your table?
“Do not be too timid
and squeamish about your actions.
All life is an
experiment.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
*Barefoot Love*Airbrush By, Colleen
2012
*Barefoot Love*Airbrush By, Colleen
2012
I have indulged in said pies, and wine or not they SHOULD be sold by the side of the road. Or in a hometown cafe. Or at a Five Star resturant. I love the barefoot cooking idea! What a great thing to look forward to, dinner and a story!
ReplyDeleteIt's a poor business model that would have me out there braving the elements for a buck! And I'm pretty sure any Five Star restaurant would take one look at my pot pies and think I'd lost my mind. Which would be true. But, "The hometown cafe", said Baby Bear... "that's j-u-s-t right!"
ReplyDeleteAnd they lived happily ever after.
I hear your cooking dinner frustrations! I have one child who hates onions, one child who can't digest gluten, nuts, or casein (milk protein), one child who has a problem with her tongue and can't eat anything with acids-vinegar, fruits, etc. And one child who won't eat anything that comes out of a can. So basically, no matter what I cook, someone is miserable.
ReplyDeleteI think I need to share a glass or two of wine with you.
Connie, *Big Smile*
ReplyDeleteI JUST left a comment on your post this morning, clicked back to read mail, and there was your comment! Working on that third cup of coffee yet?
Your cooking woes sound more unfortunate than mine, I'm afraid. At least mine don't have any other excuse than "I don't like it." How do you tell a kid, "I don't care if your tongue IS on fire! Eat it."
Your family sounds like mine! Do you think cooking barefooted will make them any less picky? If so I'm willing to try it!
ReplyDeleteJohanna, It is good. *Big Smile*
ReplyDeleteThe only thing cooking barefooted accomplishes, and that in and of itself is something, is the fact that I am most at home when my feet make contact with the earth (or my kitchen floor). I am well-known among my family and friends, as the one without her shoes.
We call our small neck of the woods, Barefoot Acres, for good reason.
You could try it, though. No harm in that, right? Unless your kitchen floor is "...very cold, hard Mexican ceramic tile." (WHMS)