What’s for dinner?

You may recall from this week’s HUMP DAY BUMP DAY post that my most recent craving was CHILI! And you ALSO may recall that I said  I would share the delicious recipe that I used to tame said chilli craving! And so it shall be done!


The first time I made this recipe was my first solo-chili-making experience and it turned out perfectly. Granted… it is chili… which is pretty hard to mess up, AND I was using a fantastic recipe compliments of Jacin over at Lovely Little Details which is not only delicious but very easy!

Here’s what you need STRAIGHT from her blog post: (with a couple of tweeks from me)

  • 6 ounces hot turkey Italian sausage (~2 sausages)  – I actually couldn’t get my hands on turkey sausage so I used 1 lb of regular HOT pork sausage.
  • 2 cups chopped Vidalia onion (1 medium sized onion)
  • 1 cup chopped green bell pepper (i used the whole pepper) – If you have extra peppers of another color, you can throw those in as well. I had some left over orange bell pepper that I wanted to use up before it went bad so I threw it in there too!
  • 8 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 pound ground sirloin (lean meat) – Since I didn’t get turkey sausage I ended up using ground turkey instead of sirloin… YUM!
  • 1 jalapeño pepper, chopped (i removed the seeds to remove some of the heat, but leave them in if you like extra spicy)
  • 2 tablespoons chili powder
  • 2 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon ground cinnamon – I added this one in since it’s my FAVORITE ingredient for just about every red-sauce-based recipe!
  • 1 tablespoon ground cumin
  • 3 tablespoons tomato paste (i ended up using the whole jar)
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano – I’m a loser and didn’t have oregano so I used an Italian seasoning blend {with oregano in it} and it worked out perfectly!
  • 1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt (i DEFINITELY used more salt)
  • 2 bay leaves
  • 1 1/4 cups Merlot or other fruity red wine – I felt like such a rebel… big old preggo lady buying wine at the grocery store.
  • 2 (28-ounce) cans whole tomatoes, undrained and coarsely chopped
  • 2 (15-ounce) cans kidney beans, drained
  • 1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded reduced-fat sharp cheddar cheese

And here’s what to do with it all: {again these instructions are from Jacin’s post… with a few edits from my personal experience}

Heat a large Dutch {Any deep-set pot will work} oven over medium-high heat.  Add sausage, onion, and the next 4 ingredients (onion through jalapeño) to pan; cook until sausage and beef are browned, stirring to crumble.

Add chili powder and the next 7 ingredients (chili powder through bay leaves), and cook for 1 minute, stirring constantly.

Stir in wine, tomatoes, and kidney beans; bring to a boil. Cover, reduce heat, and simmer 1 hour, stirring occasionally.

Uncover and cook for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Discard the bay leaves.

Sprinkle each serving with cheddar cheese.

I realize I added a TON of cheese, but in my defense, #1 it’s a really big bowl and #2 I’m pregnant so I’m allowed! I also made some really easy cornbread {package-mix} because it’s almost a sin to have one without the other. As Jacin mentioned in her post, this chili is just as good, IF NOT BETTER, the next day for leftovers. I think I chowed down on this batch for about 4 days and was legitimately sad when I finally scraped the pot clean.

Thankfully Z is a HUGE fan of this recipe and I know he would eat it every weekend if it was available.  Now, I know it’s been a little warm for chili {at least in GA} but when you baby wants it, and you gotta have it, it doesn’t matter WHAT the weather is like! And just in case you really ONLY eat chili when the weather is… well… chilly, good news, fall is finally here and things are cooling down! So grab a giant spoon and dig in friends!

Until next time…

Do you have a favorite fall comfort food that you could eat day after day after day? TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT!

BABY POOL and other fun new things!!

Hello again! Guess what… TOMORROW IS FRIDAY! Unless of course you are reading this tomorrow, in which case ‘tomorrow’ is ‘today’, and today is Friday… The important thing is, IT’S ALMOST THE WEEKEND! I have a ton of nursery projects that I’m looking forward to getting finished this weekend and I’ll be sure to share with you asap! Please try to contain your excitement.

What you can get excited about is something a little different… If you haven’t noticed already, I’ve made some changes to the pages above! When you get a chance to check things out, click around a bit and see what’s new!

I have new links to my favorite projects on the diy page {I’ll be adding some favorites from other bloggers as well!} and some fantastic recipes on the foodie love page! I’m still working on the movie reviews {and by ‘working on’ I mean trying to decide how to set it up… any suggestions? Should I keep it similar to the MAD MOVIE MONDAY posts from the pasts or change it up?} so pardon my “dust” on the mad about movies page.

But most importantly, take a look at the little manatee page to see progression photos of my ever-expanding belly, ultrasound pictures {coming soon} and cast your vote on my baby pool poll!

Keelin’s due date is December 26 but we all know little ones rarely arrive when they’re expected to. I have my suspicions, but I want to know when YOU think she’ll arrive!

And don’t forget… I always welcome comments! The good, the bad and the down-right flattering. 🙂

So any time you see something you like, don’t like, hate, loathe, love, think I should change, think could be done better or can’t live without… let me know! Just keep it clean folks… I’ll be {happily} dealing with enough CRAP in a few months, I’d rather not have to clean up any extra.

Until next time…

Chicken Heart Attack

Wait a minute, what?
So, you’re telling me that I actually used to publish a post a day on this thing?
What’s it called again? A b… bbbbl… blog? 
I’ve been taking my sweet time settling into my new job and new schedule so I decided it was the perfect time for a quick blog hiatus. I’m slowly making my way back {probably won’t be up to a post a day just yet, but I’m working on it} and I thought the perfect way to jump right back into the swing of things is with a recipe that is TO DIE FOR…
… no literally… you might die after eating it. 
You might die because of the EPIC amount of joy that will be bursting from every pore in your body when you take the first bite. 
You also might die because your arteries decide to shut down all together within the first whiff from the oven. 
Either way… you might die… but it’s TOTALLY worth it!
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all about eating healthy. I like to think I live a fairly healthy life with my food choices and pretty high levels of exercise. I like feeling good about the things I put in my body and I think there is definitely something to be said for the phrase “you are what you eat”. HOWEVER. I also think people who live by SUPER strict diets are a little NUTS {and probably much smarter and will live a  longer life than me} because what fun is it to follow a super strict, no sweets, no treats, no indulgences diet day after day? NO FUN AT ALL! And what’s the point of living a life where fun happens once in a blue moon? There isn’t one. I say MORE FUN FOR ALL!
That’s why I think it’s important to treat yourself every now and then. When you think of “treating” yourself you’re probably thinking of going out for ice cream or giving into those nachos at the ball park but I’m referring to something even sweeter. Every now and then you just need an ULTIMATE UNHEALTHY MEAL! Enter the Chicken Heart Attack!

A friend of ours gave us this recipe last fall and we had to try it immediately. This is a brown rice and chicken kind of guy who needs a little something extra every now and then so his taste buds don’t go on strike. I’m not sure if he came up with this on his own, but I’ll pretend that he did because it’s too good to NOT give him full credit. As an additional note to JUST HOW BAD GOOD THIS MEAL IS… on his hand-written instructions for how to assemble the Chicken Heart Attack, the final instruction was to “Say goodbye to your wife, die happy”. Yes. Bring. It. On.
Here’s what you’ll need…

  • 3-4 chicken breasts, cut in half
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 1 can cream of mushroom soup
  • bacon
  • 1 can chip beef {also called dried beef}
  • paprika

Here’s what you’ll do… {PS… all the photos in this blog were taken with my new camera! An early birthday present from the hubs! MUCH improved from my previous POS}

  • Set aside PLENTY OF TIME for this recipe. Z and I didn’t realize that it had to cook for 3 hours until we were done putting it all together. Needless to say our 10:00 meal was WELL WORTH THE WAIT but it would have been nice to eat when we weren’t falling asleep.
  • Preheat your oven to 250 degrees.
  • Cover the bottom of a casserole dish with the full can of chip beef.
  • Wrap the chicken breast halves in bacon {you’ll probably have bacon left over so you can double up or save the rest for the next morning’s breakfast}.
  • Lay the bacon-wrapped chicken on top of the chip beef. {are your arteries closing?}

  • Mix 1 cup of sour cream with 1 can of cream of mushroom soup until fully combined. 
  • Pour cream mixture over chicken and beef. {pain in your left arm?}
  • Sprinkle generously with paprika.
  • Bake for 3 hours or until you can’t resist the mouthwatering smell coming from your kitchen. 
  • Enjoy, savor, devour, you know the drill!
  • Oh yes, and as the instructions read… kiss your loved ones goodbye and die happy.

The best part are all the delicious left overs. Now your heart attack can last through dinner to the next day’s lunch!

Until next time…
Do you have a guilty pleasure recipe that you’d risk having a heart attack for because it’s JUSY THAT GOOD? Please share! 🙂

OMG! Like, is that like, hot?

Oh friends, do I have a tale to share with you!
Z and I encountered a group of morons last Friday night that made me feel like I was back in high school. Only not really because my friends in high school didn’t talk like these buffoons. And if they did they probably wouldn’t have been my friends for that long. {That sounds really harsh but it will all make sense soon}
Z and I were out at Kampai hibachi and sushi celebrating my new job! {woot woot!} I’m sure you’ve all been to a restaurant like this, it’s the kind where they cook your food in front of you.

I’ve always loved these places because they make me feel like a kid on an elementary school field trip. I’m still amazed at the huge bursts of fire, egg tossing and knife spinning. Plus the food is fantastic and the white seafood sauce {aka YUM YUM sauce} is to die for. Seriously, when I’m old and heading toward the light, just hook that stuff up to my IV and let me go in creamy delicious peace. MMMM Yum Yum. 🙂

Anyway, when we arrived at the restaurant {by motorcycle of course… so B.A.} all the tables were full and most were already cooking up a storm so we were seated at an empty table and the waitress took our drink order. We were soon joined by a woman and her squirmy little boy, about 2 years old. As she walked in and got him situated in a high chair she informed us that it was “close to his bed time”. She probably wanted to warn us just in case he started screaming and decided to throw his pacifier into the fried rice. The kid was fine and barely made a peep but it was our next set of guests that had Z, myself and mama bear cringing every time they opened their mouths. 
As we sat in peace, watching the royal wedding recap {I was watching, Z was entertaining the squirmy baby with funny faces and strange noises} our moment of tranquility was suddenly breached by valley girl chit chat, annoying giggles and too-cool-for-school bad-ass bro rebuttal. Apparently Dumb, Dumber and Drunk McGee were the final three to complete our table for the evening. The two girls had platinum blonde hair and eyeliner so thick they made Jack Sparrow look like make-up perfection:
They both had on SKIN TIGHT dresses and sky high heels. Their bumbling idiot of a companion looked, smelled and sounded like he’d already taken a swim in a keg of Natty Light and tried to cover it up with some cheap calogne. It was then that we knew that it was going to be an interesting night. 
When the waitress {who was a tiny mouse of a lady} came to take their drink orders the girls blurted out their diet soda requests {why was I not surprised?} and Drunk McGee ordered a Sake Bomb. {so much for my quiet evening of celebration with the hubs} I had never heard of a Sake Bomb but knew it had to be bad news. For those of you who are as in the dark as I was, a Sake Bomb is basically a Jager bomb with warm Sake. 

The waitress set the first one up for him, placing a napkin on the table in case of spillage. I’m not sure if the napkin is a normal practice or if she just had an inkling that Drunk McGee would find a way to make a mess. Either way, we watched in slight horror as the sure-to-be-catastrophe continued. McGee asked the super sweet waitress how to count to three in Japanese to make things REALLY official, and she informed him it was ichi-ni-san {itchy, knee, sahn}. Great, now the drunk smelly boy is speaking poor Japanese.
Now before I go on, there’s one more detail you should know. There is one other difference between a Jager bomb and a Sake bomb. As you see in the picture, the Sake is suspended above the glass of beer by two chopsticks. With Jager bombs you drop the shot into the glass but Sake bombs require a little more SHOW. In order to get the Sake to drop in the glass, one must BANG ON THE TABLE until the vibration makes the Sake drop. {hurray}
So. Drunk McGee YELLS for the entire restaurant to hear, “ICHY, NI, SAN” and proceeds to crash his behemoth-like fist repeatedly on the table until the chopsticks part ways and the shot drops making a fizzy mess. The blonde bimbos giggled and clapped then cheered him on as he chugged the bubbling concoction {and by chugged I mean managed to only get 1/2 in his mouth while the rest flowed down the sides of his face… keeping it classy, of course}.
Once the excitement died down we put in our dinner order while the rest of the table continued to search the menu. Dumb and Dumber felt the need to talk the rest of us through their decision making processes as they figured out what and how much they wanted to eat. 

  • “OMG, do they have sushi here? We should totally do sushi. Where’s the waitress, I want sushi” -Dumb
  • “I’m getting the steak, I think. Or should I get chicken. I, like, can never decide. Maybe I’ll just get both, I can totally eat both.” -Dumber
  • “Doesn’t the salad come with that, like, REALLY good pink dressing stuff. I think it’s ginger or something. Is it ginger? That shit’s my favorite, what is it?” {yes, all three of them were cursing like sailors in ear shot of the little boy at the other end of the table. His mother’s eyes got bigger and bigger with each f-bomb. I’m surprised she didn’t say anything.} -Dumber
  • “Yo, how much food you gettin anyways? NO way you can eat all that shit.” – Drunk. McGee
  • “Oh my god, that grill is like, really really hot. I almost touched it you guys. HAHA. What if I had touched it?” – Dumber
  • “Yo, check it, it’s Sake bomb time!” – Drunk McGee

Now normally when I go to these places I walk in knowing good and well that I will NOT be able to finish my meal, because it’s NEVER HAPPENED. But I’m always excited that I’ll have left overs for the next day’s lunch! People, these girls BOTH ordered full plates of sushi with 10 rolls each and a full hibachi meal including a starter soup and salad {the ones with that good pink dressing stuff}. 
After they ordered things moved pretty fast. When the chef entered the room with his cart of goodies and tricks I was excited and ready to block out the idiocy beside me. That lasted about 2 seconds before dumber yelled out, “Please don’t give me any of that white sauce. That stuff is nasty. I only like the brown sauce, thaaaaaanks.” If I were not in such a good mood from learning of my new job I may have flown across the table to grab her and attempt to shake out the stupid. {It would have taken a LOT of shaking} The chef looked at her like the rude idiot she was, smiled, nodded and proceeded with this personalized cooking show. He was really fun and kept trying to get us to interact with him but dumb and dumber had moved on to a more important topic:

Dumber: “OMG that Asian girl wrote on your facebook wall? {yes, she said ASIAN GIRL}
Dumb: No, way, did she really? 
Dumber: Um, YEAH, Do you even know her? 
Dumb: No, ew. Why is she writing on my wall?
Dumber: What the hell, like, why did you accept her friend request?
Dumb: Oh my god, I don’t even know. Maybe I was drunk. HAHAHAHA!
Dumber: Oh my god I was so hungover this morning. Last night was, like, totally nuts.

This conversation carried on for the next 5 minutes until the chef started chucking pieces of egg into people’s mouths. He did a great job at making it look like it was part of the act but I think he was secretly trying to get them to shut up. Kudos chef man!

Once Drunk McGee had his turn at catching egg in his mouth he asked the chef if he could squirt Sake into his mouth next. Let me add that he was probably 3 Sake bombs deep at this point. At first I really thought the chef was going to do it but instead he used one of the many gag squirt bottles to fake Drunkface out. I found great pleasure in his humiliation. 
Next up, Dumber BLURTS out at the chef, “OMG, like, where is our sushi? Shouldn’t it be done by now? Isn’t it supposed to come before the meal?”. I swear chef man could have burned a hole in her head with the look he gave her but he shook it off, smiled and said that the sushi bar was really swamped and it should be out soon. 
 The rest of the night was as idiotic as the start, with more Sake bombs {yes, even more}, stupid comments and pictures being taken. Then Dumber saw someone she knew from across the room and proceeded to yell his name out to get his attention. He seemed to have the same number of brain cells that they did. 
Did I mention it was Dumb’s birthday? Yeah, she got a {FREE} giant piece of fried ice cream cake with a candle on top, which Dumber immediately commented on with, “Um, what the hell is that?” but not before the announced that the waitress ruined the surprise by telling them they were bringing out something special for the birthday girl. {She will do great things in life} 
The moral of this story is, avoid dropping your babies on their heads in the first few years of their life, avoid eating mushrooms unless they are in the produce section of a grocery store and when that little voice in your head tells to to take a big wif of that Sharpie marker, tell it to shove off. 

Until next time…
Have you ever had to share a dinner table with the world’s worst dinner guests?