Friday, March 30, 2012

A soupy mess

It's not 75 degrees in March anymore, but it's still super sunny and nice out (who ever thought DC Joie would think 44 degrees was nice out?). The second half of my strenuous hill walk, I was filled with anticipation - I was going to have such a good lunch.


It doesn't look like much, but this soup, which was supposed to be southwestern chicken tacos from the crockpot except I added broth when I shouldn't have, was absolutely delicious for dinner last night. Especially with some Tostitos on the side.

So imagine my sadness when I opened the bag of chips and this is all I found:


I mean, talk about your portion control!

And, in case you want a really delicious and stupidly simple recipe, here's how I made the soup (which can also be used, drained, as taco or quesadilla filling):

Place the following in a large-ish slow cooker
  • frozen chicken breasts (I used 2, which is plenty for several meals)
  • small bag frozen corn
  • 2 cans black beans
  • 1 can chicken broth (I used some brown turkey stock I made last year)
  • 1 jar salsa (highly recommend Pace's Garlic & Lime Verde Restaurant Style)
  • 1 packet Goya Sazon, sin achiote
Cook for 8 hours on low. Remove chicken and shred, then add back in.

See? Stupidly easy. And it's a total freezer/pantry meal that literally requires no preparation.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Taco pizza.

Charlotte is going through a fussy stage, so today I've been wearing her so that she'll sleep. I sat down to my lunch of (super delicious homemade taco) pizza and thought, man, it'd be funny if I blogged about how I never realized what a messy eater I was until I started eating and baby wearing.
And then I looked down.

True story.

Monday, March 26, 2012

In which I determine...

... what the soundtrack for Charlotte's second month is going to be.

A brief background: in high school, I fancied myself a bit of a new-fangled hippie. I dug on Pete Seeger, mountain music, and flannel shirts.

Now, I find myself searching for easy-to-sing songs with which to serenade Charlotte. I usually sing the few verses of whatever random mountain music song I can remember at the time - typically, Barbara Allen, Little Sparrow, In the Sweet By and By. But a few nights ago, in my sleep deprived stupor, I remembered nearly all the words to Joan Baez' version of East Virginia Blues. That led me to trawl through my iTunes library, where I stumbled upon...
Source
Honestly, I've no idea when I uploaded that album. But boy howdy, am I glad I did. Now, this little doll

 doesn't have to listen to depressing songs about lovers dying too soon, or death in general. And amazingly, I find that I'm able to remember most of the words to these songs, the likes of which I definitely sang in Montessori school. I think? Either that, or my dad's 1960's musical tastes really rubbed off on me.

Now, if only I had Abiyoyo on iTunes. I definitely remember listening to that on a cassette tape. Anyone else?