Crock Pot and Boys
I’ve come to love my crock pot, my go to place when I’m feeling like a real Mom and actually have a plan for dinner. I can take 15 minutes and cut up some shit throw it in there and when we all come back home in the evening it smells like one of my favorite restaurants! I’ve posted my favorite recipes and got to thinking
Here’s the most important recipe for kids! One that you can’t forget:
Kids - Crock Pot Style
Take two kids - check expiration date - are they just past the cute stage where everything they do is cute and moving into the spoiled stage?
Trim the fat - take out the TV
the Wii
ITouch
Telephone
Brown the edges - read the bible
Add some basic ingredients:
Pocket knife
Notebook
Pen
Bandaids
Then add the flavor:
Manners
Kindness
Compassion to smooth it out
Patience
And some spice
Energy
Anger
Finishing Touches
Love
Humor
Spontaneity
Stir it up then cover and set the pot on low for 14 years. Check once a year to see if any added spice is needed. If anything is too strong, you can add a few drops of punishment to take away the edge.
What Would you add?
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Me LOVE Crock Pot
The Crock Pot is the lazy woman's way of cooking. It doesn't take much to look like a gourmet chef with the help of a little bit of chopping and a whole lot of time! I can throw everything in there and forget about it until the little birds come up with their mouths open demanding food. Here's some favorites:
Kel's Kickass Crab Soup
Chopped celery, carrots, onions, green beans, potatos, tomatoes.
Vegetable Stock
Crab Meat
Old Bay Seasoning
Mix it all together and put in the pot for 12 hours on low setting or 8 hours on high. Either use reserved crab meat or a can of Backfin Crab meat to stir in prior to serving.
Chili the Easy Way
Chopped Green Peppers, Onions
Chunks of beef steak browned
Chili Beans in medium sauce
Can of Chili Tomatoes
Chili Powder
Tobasco Sauce
Add all ingredients with a few beers (not for you) and Stock. Cook on low for 12 hours or on high for 9 hours. Shred beef prior to serving. Add all the favorites - cheddar cheese, sour cream, onions, black olives etc.
BBQ Chicken
1 bottle BBQ Sauce
1 bottle Zesty Italian Dressing
Brown Sugar
Worcheshire Sauce
Chicken Breasts cut in strips.
Combine and cook on low for 6 hours or high for 3-4 hours. Shred chicken and serve with slaw and beans.
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Friday, April 27, 2012
National Poetry Month - Memories
I thought I saw you the other day
Was that you out of the corner of my eye?
My heart sped up
As the memories took over
I missed you all over again
I didn't cry
I wanted to but
Too much time has passed
No sign of weakness
I took that memory
Tucked it away in my heart
Saving it for another time
When I am alone
Then I smiled because
keeping this memory
Reminds me that you
are always with me.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
And they ate it....
Kale Chips
Kale picked off stems and shred
Olive Oil
Salt
Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Wash and dry kale.
Sprinkle with olive oil then salt.
Bake for 8-10 minutes until edges are brown.
Serve with tooth picks to clean out your teeth or you will look like a redneck.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Happy birthday!
W - wonderful, witty, watchful
O - ostentatious, outgoing, ornery
l - lively, loving, loud
F - funny, fantastic, full of life
G - gregarious, great, gorgeous
A - adorable, amazing, admirable
N - nice, naughty, notorious
G - great gift I am very grateful for.
happy Birthday Wolfgang, god gave me a great gift!
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Saturday, April 7, 2012
Beach Babies
Fun, sun, time on the the sand,
Three little kids, running hand in hand.
Waves to jump, holes to dig,
Broken chairs and toys to rig.
Run, play make a rhyme,
Oh goodness, look at the time!
Please, oh please, let us stay,
We haven't had enough time to play.
Hiding, hoping if they're not found,
Then its long until they're homeward bound.
Sadness, sulking to the car,
Taking some sand home in a jar.
Hoping, Wishing that it wouldn't end,
Not wanted to leave the best friends.
Joy, love, Back at the hotel, Oh it's cool!
We can still play in the pool!
Three little kids, running hand in hand.
Waves to jump, holes to dig,
Broken chairs and toys to rig.
Run, play make a rhyme,
Oh goodness, look at the time!
Please, oh please, let us stay,
We haven't had enough time to play.
Hiding, hoping if they're not found,
Then its long until they're homeward bound.
Sadness, sulking to the car,
Taking some sand home in a jar.
Hoping, Wishing that it wouldn't end,
Not wanted to leave the best friends.
Joy, love, Back at the hotel, Oh it's cool!
We can still play in the pool!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Beach Day Dreaming
Sometimes I wander,
I let my mind ponder,
And travel far away.
I land on an island,
Just south of Thailand,
With just a guitar to play.
Or I'm the damsel, in distress
In an oh too tight a dress,
With hair beautiful and long.
Waiting on my knight,
And the dragon he must fight
Ending with a lover's first song.
I then fly through the trees,
In the jungle mountain breeze
Clad in a leopard skin suit.
With a monkey by my side,
And an elephant as my guide
And a cute Jack Sparrow to boot.
But something always happens,
and back to the present I'm snapping.
Hearing the sounds of my home.
There's laundry that needs folding,
And the dinner that's already molding
And my mind, wishing it could roam.
I let my mind ponder,
And travel far away.
I land on an island,
Just south of Thailand,
With just a guitar to play.
Or I'm the damsel, in distress
In an oh too tight a dress,
With hair beautiful and long.
Waiting on my knight,
And the dragon he must fight
Ending with a lover's first song.
I then fly through the trees,
In the jungle mountain breeze
Clad in a leopard skin suit.
With a monkey by my side,
And an elephant as my guide
And a cute Jack Sparrow to boot.
But something always happens,
and back to the present I'm snapping.
Hearing the sounds of my home.
There's laundry that needs folding,
And the dinner that's already molding
And my mind, wishing it could roam.
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