Vegetarian Tacos with spinach, corn and goat cheese...

Let me just preface this by saying two words: Yum Mee! The pic does not do this meal justice but it is delicious. I'm a big fan of goat cheese so it was a real treat how good this turned out to be.

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 1/2 tsp chili powder

Kosher Salt and black pepper

2 cups frozen corn, thawed

5 ounces baby spinach

8 small flower tortillas, warmed

3/4 cup crumbled fresh goat cheese (3 oz)

3/4 cup store bought refrigerated salsa

*Heat the oil in a non stick skillet over medium heat. Add chili powder, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon pepper.

*Add the corn and cook, tossing until heated, about two minutes. Add spinach and 1/4 teaspoon each of the salt and pepper and toss until spinach is wilted.

*Fill tortillas with the mixture and add goat cheese and salsa.

Dolly Parton said...

"Lot's of women buy just as many wigs and makeup things as I do.... They just don't wear them all at the same time."

Amen Dolly. This little tidbit was found in my Real Simple magazine this month. It was originally in Ms. magazine in 1979!

Happy Friday!

I am loved. Truly loved.

I won't bore you with the details, but I was up this morning throwing up. And unfortunately not the kind of vomiting where you can be lady like about it. Oh no. This was loud and prolonged. But never fear, Caroline came to my rescue. She brought me her stuffed turtle pillow to sit on so I could be comfortable as I waited for the next bout of sickness. Love that kid.
And before anyone asks or hints around, the morning throw up is not pregnancy related.

In the game of grown up, who wins?

Along with real life comes real responsibilities.
Cooking, cleaning, shopping, laundry, trash...
Throw kids in and there's even more.
And of course there are days where you are JUST PLAIN TIRED and don't WANT to be responsible, if even just for a few hours, or even AN hour.
But what happens when all of the grown ups aren't in sync?
So one grown up is relaxing, and the other is tidying up?
Bitter feelings are what happen to me.
So it becomes a game of he said she said.
She said: How come I'm always cleaning and you're watching TV?
He said: How come when I'm cleaning you're reading a book?
She said: How come we can't each clean a room?
He said :Because I don't want to clean right now.
Life.
A real crowd pleaser.

Conversation piece...

A while back I wrote (and retracted) a post about how I'm feeling a little under the weather, emotionally. It felt like the right thing to write at the time, but also felt like the right thing to take back. And amazingly enough in the matter of hours while it was up, several of you reached out to me. I can not even begin to express how it made me feel. People I have never met reached out to tell me I was not alone. AND checked in on me to see if I was feeling better. My friends hugged me and told me they loved me. And meant it.
The whole thing got me thinking...
Do I have a responsibility to share? Be honest about feeling this way? In the matter of hours people let me know I wasn't alone maybe I could have made someone else feel better in knowing that THEY are not alone? Why is it that so many times we sweep these personal feelings under the rug?
In this time in our lives, why is there still a perceived stigma on feeling alone? In need? In knowing you are struggling?
To those people who reached out to me, Thank You. Your kindness helped me more than you know. To anyone who needs a friend, helping hand or words of encouragement, let me know. You are not alone.

Suck it, winter...

I'm telling you, as this winter goes on I understand seasonal depression more and more. I've never been a big snow fan to begin with, so this winter I am really over it. Sadly enough, we are supposed to get hit hard again over the next week.

Caroline has been having fun watching the icicles grow and grow. Me, not so much. Today I had enough and decided it was time to take matters into my own hands and knock the icicles down, which really means that on Friday night I took my Swiffer outside and started swinging.

Part of me expected someone to call the cops on me out there in my Hunter boots knee deep in the snow swinging my Swiffer around in the air. All I need now are some cute Hunter striped socks...

Is it Spring yet???

40 days and 40 nights...

It's time. Lent. My annual "Give up Pepsi" for Lent sacrifice. And as previously discussed I am not a very religious person but I do make sure to give up two things for Lent each year. I always give up Pepsi and I try to choose something (a habit) to give up. Now, if you know me and spend time around me you will know that where I go, Pepsi goes. The Pepsi is never far from me, so while it may not seem like a big thing, let me tell you that the first thing I look for on Easter morning is not the Easter Bunny, it's a Pepsi.
A few years ago my second Lent sacrifice I gave up was moving Brian's keys. Again, this may not seem like a big deal but in my mind, he put his keys in the wrong spot at the end of each day and it irritated me and I would move them to what I perceived at the "right" spot. So each morning it turned into "Where did you put my keys?" and I would point at where I had put them. I had to realize that each of us had our own idea of the right spot and I gave up moving the keys and let Brian pick his own "right spot."
This year I am giving up five to ten minutes a day. The matter of minutes one of my kids asks for my attention where I say "In a minute." As in:
I will come see that funny commercial in a minute after I put this dish in the dishwasher.
I will come see what you want in a minute after I clean this counter off.
I will look at the shirt you are trying to show me in a minute after I finish what I am doing.
As in: Can you help me for a minute? Listen for a minute?
Yes, I can.
Because really, what is a minute to me is a memory to you and I can get my minute back but I can't change your memories.