Anyway. I did make a banner. So that's gotta count for something.
Anyway. In addition to rambling senselessly about the challenge, I'm also going to ramble about Menu Plan Monday. "You had rambled on for eighteen pages. FRONT AND BACK!!!"
I usually type the posts on Fridays, when I'm planning my menu. And I will continue to do that. But I'm going to start waiting a week to post it, that way I'm putting up what I've already eaten, the week before. Make sense? That way I can tell you if it sucks. One day, a lady commented that she was going to try something I had planned, and I felt AWFUL because I'd made it the night before and it tasted like poop. So this will ease my conscience a little.
Is that the right word? Conscience? Or is is conscious? I think it's conscience. Alexa? Do you know? Is there a reason I thought of you? No idea.
I'm not drunk, I swear.
What I am is avoiding packing or planning for Iceland. Every time I start to plan or think about packing, I start to think about the flight and have a mild panic attack and just end up googling if Chris Pine has done something to make his eyes so blue. (The consensus is that he has NOT done anything, in case you're wondering.)
And today, after I got sick of google (two of the three are home on half term, if you're wondering why I'm so bored. Can't exactly watch Orphan Black with them around. And as an aside, I obviously think you lot are a very curious bunch, wondering about every little thing.) I typed up the recipe for what we're eating for supper tonight.
THEN I got all self conscious (that one's correct, I know for SURE) because it's such an EASY recipe, what's the point in posting it? As long as you're intelligent enough to wipe your own hiney, you can make taco soup.
But THEN I got angry because I spent all this time making the recipe, time I could have spent looking at side by side pics of Thor and Jax and trying to make sure I can tell them apart.
|Ha! Not QUITE as easy as you thought it would be, huh? I'm SOOOOOO excited that Jax saw the light and bailed on the atrocity that will be 50 Shades. My Jax Strike was might difficult around these parts...|
So I'm posting the recipe. That way I can feel like I at least did one productive thing today. And lucky you, you get to try fantastic food for my troubles!!
Someone jumped on Chalkboard Train and never looked back. No names, please.
So. I used to make taco soup in the crockpot. Brown some ground beef or turkey (mince, as they say here) with an onion, throw it in with two cans of diced tomatoes and two cans of kidney beans. It was good and easy and I loved it. Like, LOVED it, we ate it at least twice a month, even while (whilst, as they say here) living in the tropics when it never dipped below 85F. It was good.
This is BETTER.
I started here with this recipe from the book. But I can never find a dried chili and my kids can't handle jalepeno and I think it's better if it simmers for HOURS instead of minutes, and I miss the tomatoes and beans. So I went from that.
I believe that boneless skinless chicken breasts should ALWAYS be pounded flat. I don't know why. It's just a thing. I want them flat flat flat, and all the same width. So pound those suckers out.
Sometimes I throw random veg in at the beginning. Carrots or celery, just whatever is laying around that won't really affect (effect?) the flavor, but will get it out of my fridge and maybe put one or two extra vitamins in my belly. Probably not though. So saute whatever you're going to saute (onions and garlic at the VERY least) then add the breasts and brown them. Make sure your pan is HOT so you get that crust.
Then add all the cans. I know, cans are the enemy, natural food, organic, fairy urine, blah blah blah. Feel free to like grow a tomato and use that. But I like the ease of canned food. And, just in case there's some sort of apocalypse, I like to have a pantry full of canned goods.
You just never can tell.
Add the packets too. Again, you could go the real food organic route or whatever, but it's just that I've got these four kids, and I'm very busy with the google...so I tear open a packet and go on my way. You understand.
I'd let it simmer for AT LEAST an hour. Tonight I only had ninety minutes and it was fine, but I've let it go for like three hours before and it was DIVINE. Shred the chicken, ladle it up, add Franks for you and your lover, add an ice cube for your sissy children, top with shredded cheese and avocado and sour cream and more Franks and scoop it up with those tostidoes scoops....heaven in a bowl. Yum.
So basically, the best thing about this recipe is that you can't go wrong.
Okay. I have to go. Allegiant released tomorrow and I'm assuming (for no reason other than I want to believe) that it will hit the kindle at midnight eastern time, right? Which is like six am for me. So I need to get up on time, even though those kids are home and I could do it later, to work out so that I can just lay on the couch and read all day. Don't bother me.
|I was scared. It was a relief when she FINALLY announced the title.|
Go make this soup or read these books, either one is fine by me.