Curly Girl Cooks - Comfort Food

I didn't feel well this weekend.
Didn't really feel like making dinner.
Decided on some comfort food.

Be prepared:
it's NOT low fat
it's NOT pretty
it's REALLY good

I don't have a name for it.
Let's just call it
"Sheila's Muenster Chicken"

Ingredients:
chicken cutlets, on the thinner side
bread crumbs
milk
olive oil
chicken broth
muenster cheese

After I rinse the chicken, I just put it all in a bowl with some milk.
One less step, one less dish to clean, right?


Lightly brown the cutlets in olive oil, don't cook through.


Put those babies on some paper towels, get rid
of some of the oil.


Let them cool a bit, then slice them up
and place them in a pyrex dish.


Pour in chicken broth, cover about 3/4 of the way up.


Cover and cook at 350 for 45 minutes.


Slice up muenster cheese with your favorite knife.


Cover the chicken.
Look, I told you it wasn't low fat.
Get over it.


Pop back in oven until cheese is bubbly.


Serve with rice (cooked in remaining chicken broth) and
pour drippings from pan over rice.
I told you it wasn't pretty, but trust me...it's good.


As you can see, it's a big hit at our house.

Achoo!

I have a cold.

This N That

Reading




Listening to and loving




Seeing on Bway on Wednesday




Wearing (Wicked)




Making




Wanting (Orange!)




Picked up for breakfast tomorrow morning


......for larger puff pancakes - yum!

"This Breakfast is AWESOME!"

The above is a quote from my son, Dylan.
Dylan is home sick today.
He's been fighting something off
for a few days but it finally caught
up with him.
To cheer him up, I decided to make
a special breakfast....
Puff Pancakes.
They're sort of like popovers I guess.
I cannot remember who I got the
recipe from. If it's YOU, please let
me know and I'll gladly give you credit.

HOLD IT!!
I got the recipe from Jen
You MUST check out her blog.
Not only can she cook, but her
art is amazing.
Thank you Jen!!

Ok, here is the recipe:

preheat oven to 400 degrees

1 cup flour
1 cup milk
1/4 cup melted butter
6 eggs
dash of salt

(I halved the recipe since it's only
two of us today)

Here's everything:


You want the batter smooth, so use a mixer.

Generously grease muffin tins.
GENEROUSLY, I'm serious here.
Fill tins 1/2 way.
Yeah, I know, I need new muffin tins.


Cook for 15 minutes or until they are
puffy and golden brown:

As you can see, I had a little trouble
getting the first one out. Run a knife
around the edges.
I served them with syrup, powered sugar and fruit.
Here is Dylan's:

This was mine:

Oh My God.
They are so freakin' good!
So good!

Wanna Go To Camp?

Yesterday, I went into NYC to attend
a camp fair. What is a camp fair you ask?
Well, about 50 camps rent space and
give out free stuff to people who come
looking for somewhere to send their
kids for the summer.
Here is our table:

As you can see, I had a very handsome helper.
The fair was very successful.
I ran out of all my "stuff", and spoke to
lots of potential camp families.
Here's the most memorable:

This N That

Wearing

(it looks black, but it's navy)



(except mine is orange with white polka dots and it's around my neck not in my curls)

Carrying:


Just Finished:


Stopping for a bite at:


Then off to:


He'll play and I'll start:



Then:



And finally:

Allow Me To Introduce Myself - I'm Tippi Hedren....

Yes, this actually happened this morning.



Yeah, so I'm taking a shower:

Then I think I hear something, which is odd,
because I'm the only one home:

Ok, whatever.
I get out, wrap a towel around myself and
head to the kitchen for another cup of coffee
when what do I see?

OH MY GOD - there is a freakin' bird in my house!
A BIG BLACK bird.
I wasn't the only one to freak out.
The bird freaked out too.
It flew all over then settled on a shelf.

I started to panic, what the hell was I supposed to do??
And how the hell did it get in here??
I guess it came in the chimney and the chances of getting
it back up there were, well.......zero.
So I did the only thing I could do....
I put a bathrobe over my head and went after it.

Well, he was ready for a fight, so he flew back and forth
across the room, taunting me the whole time:

Finally, I shooed it over to the sliding glass doors.
I opened them and then threw some index cards
at it to get it out. (hey, that's all I had on hand)

He flew out and into a tree where all his friends were
hanging out watching.....then they all laughed at me.

Stupid birds.

Feeling Great!

Ok, Week 1 at the gym - I'm not dead yet.
I've gone 3 times and today was the best.
I didn't kill myself, but I worked hard
and I ENJOYED it.
HELLO??!!!!!
I ENJOYED excercise!
(actually, I enjoyed being by myself and
doing something for ME)

I also got my curls cut this AM.
REALLY cut.
CUT OFF.
I went to a new place that has someone
who knows how to cut curls.
He didn't give me what I wanted, but
I think I like it.
I also got color and that I LOVE.
I may get brave and take a pic.
We'll see.
Maybe I'll draw one.

The Gym

So I joined the gym on Sunday.
I've been thinking about it for quite some time.
A few years ago I had a membership.
I always felt better after I went.
I loved the elliptical.
So, here I am Sunday afternoon:

Since I'm in shape - round is a shape -
I decided to start with the treadmill.
You know, ease into things.

Hey, you know what - this is great!
I'm loving this!
You know what - I can handle the elliptical.
No problem, right?
WRONG:

Oh my God.
It was so hard.
So freakin' hard!
I thought my head was going to explode
right off my body and go shooting across the room.

I made it to 7 minutes then I
went back to the treadmill.
I was all sweaty, my curls were all frizzy,
and I was trying to recover from a near heart attack.

At the 30 minute mark I said, "Ok, that's enough."
I go into the locker room to find THIS in the mirror:

A big frizzy haired tomato!
I looked horrible.
I could NOT walk out of there like that.
They would call an ambulance for sure.
I was so embarrassed.
I put on my sunglasses and scarf and
walked out.


......but you know what......?
I went back again yesterday.
Aren't you proud of me?

I am SO STUPID!

I have to admit something.
I don't like to drive in the snow.
I get all nervous.



Well, the forecast for Saturday - yesterday - was for snow.
Big snow.
Snow and ice.
I had an appointment to get my hair cut and colored on Saturday.
I was worried because:

Yeah, lots of hills.
Hills + snow = Kerry stays home.
So, I called and cancelled my appointment.
I cancelled on Friday.
I thought I was doing a good thing not canceling right before.
Well:


I AM SO STUPID!!!
I could have gone.
Now I have overgrown multi colored hair
and I won't be able to get another appointment for weeks.

First Graders Speak

First of all
THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING ME!
I love you guys!!!!

Ok, I subbed in first grade today.
Here is conversation that took place.

Girl: Miss Walker is engaged!
Boy 1: What's engaged?
Me: It means she's getting married.
Boy 2: My uncle is getting married......for the third time!
Boy 1: Why is he getting married 3 times?
Boy 2: He keeps getting divorced.
Boy 1: My mother divorced my father.
Girl: I know all about divorce. My mother is a social worker.

I love them.

Followers

Look over to the right.
Ok, scroll down a little.
See that area that says
FOLLOWERS?
See that sad little area?
See that sad, lonely little
icon that belongs to my friend
Alison?
Alison is my one and only follower.
THANK YOU ALISON!!!!
Thank you for trying to
not make me look like a loser.

Listen people.......
I NEED FOLLOWERS.

It's easy, just click on
"follow this blog".
That's all.
You don't have to actually follow me anywhere.
You don't have to send me any money, although.....
You don't even have to send me a birthday card.
Just click on the thing and make me feel loved.
I need a little love these days.
(I'm good with the guilt, huh?)

FOLLOW ME!!