2/16/12

3 is the magic number

I really don't know why, but our family doesn't eat much chicken. In my quest to try out 25 new recipes in 2012, I decided this is something we should remedy. I found a recipe in one of my cookbooks for poached chicken that uses the 3lb bags of frozen boneless/skinless breasts (which are $6-$10ish, depending on where you shop and what brand you buy) that was simple and straight-forward:

Set the (thawed) breasts flat in a large crockpot and cover with 2 cups of chicken or vegetable stock. Cook on LOW for 6-8 hours. Once cooked, the breasts should shred easily in your hands. Divide evenly into 3 freezer bags and freeze! Make sure you write the date on the bags and use them within 2 months (I used mine in 3 weeks, because I was eager to try out some new chicken recipes).

Week 1: Chicken Sour Cream Enchilada Casserole (in the crockpot)
  • 1 tbsp vegetable oil
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 1 can green enchilada sauce (24-32oz)
  • 10-12 soft corn tortillas, cut into strips
  • 1lb shredded chicken breast
  • 2 cups grated colbyjack cheese and/or sharp cheddar
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 1 can sliced olives
In a large skillet, heat the oil over medium-high heat, then add the onion and cook, stirring often until soft, about 5 minutes. Pour about 1/2 cup of the enchilada sauce into the crockpot and tilt to spread around. In layers add 1/4 of the tortilla strips, sauce, sauteed onion, chicken, and cheese. Repeat layers twice, ending with cheese on the top. Spoon the sour cream all over in small dollops and spread gently with a spatula, not disturbing the layers. Sprinkle sliced olives on top, cover, and cook on LOW for 3-4 hours. Serve with rice.

Week 2: BBQ Chicken Calzones
  • 1 can refrigerated pizza crust
  • 1/4 cup bbq sauce
  • 1lb shredded chicken breast
  • 1/2 green pepper, chopped
  • 1/2 onion, chopped
  • 1/4 cup shredded mozzarella or cheddar cheese
Preheat oven to 425. Heat a little bit of vegetable oil in a skillet over medium-high and saute green peppers and onions until soft. In a bowl mix shredded chicken, bbq sauce, and veggies. Lightly spray cookie sheet with cooking spray. Unroll dough; place on cookie sheet. Starting at center, press out dough into 14x10-inch rectangle; cut into 4 rectangles. Spoon 1/4 chicken mixture onto half of each rectangle, spreading to within 1/2 inch of edge. Sprinkle cheese over each. Fold dough in half over filling; press edges firmly with fork to seal. Prick tops with fork. Bake 10 to 13 minutes or until light brown.


Week 3: Honey Chicken Salad
  • 1lb shredded chicken breast
  • mayo
  • honey mustard
  • honey
  • 2 ribs celery, chopped finely
  • walnuts, pecans, or dried cranberries (optional. I didn't use them.)
Combine ingredients, adding a little of each and mixing until you reach the desire flavor and consistency. Salt and pepper to taste. Serve in sandwiches (we used Trader Joe's Cracked-Wheat Sourdough, which I toasted lightly) with lettuce.

As seems to be the theme so far with all new recipes I've tried this year, every member of the family LOVED them. What? So in summation: 3 lbs frozen chicken breasts made 3 delicious meals for a family of 3.

2/14/12

context... texture... text books?

I think that at the core of our beings, we are who we are. My experience doesn't define me, it gives me context.

From what I can tell, many parents around me seem preoccupied with "training their children up" to be the best they can be, whatever that means to the parents (or is expected of them by society). That can be relating to anything from raising them in your chosen or culturally inherited religion, to public or private education based on your own experiences with either/both, to extracurricular activities like sports, or into a specific career path (your dad was a doctor, his dad was a doctor, by god, you shall be a doctor!). The flaw I see in this is that your kid is already them. They're here, they're living their life... RIGHT NOW. They have their likes and dislikes, interests and passions, temperament, personality... Those things will change and shift over time, as they grow older and learn new things. Who we are is fluid. Our experience does not create or define us... it is simply the context in which we live and grow.

I know families across the board, as far as parenting-style and educational philosophies go. In my estimation, as long as every adult in that family is truly and fully invested in meeting they and their children's needs (as well as each others) as much as is possible, people are doing the best they can in the context of their own experience.

I am who I am. Always have been, always will be.



I have a close friend who is currently in the process of moving one town over from where she's been living for the last 2 years. Her kids are not yet school-aged, so her first concern was what the schools are like where she's moving to. She's heard they're not great and isn't quite sure what path to take regarding homeschooling, private-schooling, public-schooling, etc etc etc. She ended her latest e-mail to me with this, "If the school system in [redacted] truly does end up being as horrible as I've heard, then we'll tackle that issue when we come to it." This is my own educational philosophy in a nut-shell. I think the entire approach to school or no school and anywhere in-between needs to be "We'll tackle that when we get to it." and alternately, "we'll see what works best for our particular children."

That's what parenting is; doing the best you can to meet the needs of your specific children - Not some hypothetical children, not some possible future version of your children - Your actual existing children, who they are and what they need right now. There is no ONE RIGHT WAY TO DO THINGS.

Some kids do alright in public school and are happy and nurtured and it works for them and the whole family (granted, I do think the system is inefficient at meeting the needs of children, but I've seen exceptions to every rule), many kids do best at home (that could mean anything from radical unschooling to a dry-erase board in the dining room and worksheets spread out on the table), many kids do well in Waldorf, Montessori, or Sudbury schools, some kids do well in religious schooling (I did baptist private school for a year and had several friends who attended Catholic school), some teens are ready for community college at 16 and some don't need college in their lives at all, some travel and some work and some take classes or lessons and some read all day... Honestly, the vast majority of kids/teens/grown-ups I've known in my life haven't chosen one path and stuck to it unconditionally; they've done a couple years of this and a couple years of that and tried out other environments and new experiences.

Kids know what they need. It is our job to help meet those needs (including the need for autonomy, which often gets lost in discussions of "traditional" parenting) and facilitate their growth. We can't turn them into something they're not or "fix" them, but we do help provide the experiences that give their life context. Any specific path, as long as it is forged in sincere and unconditional love, isn't going to make or break our child. They are who they are. The best we can do is to honor that and do what's best for all involved at the current time.

2/6/12

All of the above, lady.

A funny thing happened on our way out of Costco last night. You know how when you're leaving, someone at the door has to look at your receipt and make sure there aren't any stolen jars of olives or whatever in your cart? As the woman was taking our receipt, she looked up at me and I guess the mirror-finish of my necklace caught her eye, because she smiled and said, "Oooh! Pretty necklace!" I thanked her and as she leaned in closer her face kind of froze and she asked me, "What does it say...?" - "FAT!" I replied as I grinned. She asked me to clarify if it meant fat as in like, cool and I said, "No. Fat as in round." Then the inevitable happened...

"You're not FAT!"
"Actually I am." smile smile smile
"No, you're curvy."
"Actually, I'm both."
It was right about then that we started to walk out the door (as politely as possible) and she hollered after me, "You're pleasing!"
To which I replied, "All of the above!" I wish I'd said, "all shapes and sizes of bodies are pleasing!", but I had a pretty severe case of staircase wit. Predictable.

Seth joked that his response to her asking what it said would have been something along the lines of "None of your damn business", but I can't do that. That wouldn't educate anybody on anything. That wouldn't call people out on their ingrained attitudes or biases. This is why I wear my FAT necklaces. I am fat. My body is large and soft and plump and curvy and zaftig and round and any other euphemism for fat that you can think of (I'm also short, have brown hair and blue eyes, wear glasses, and have lots of moles and freckles... You won't see those physical descriptors hurled at people as insults very often). You can't hurt me by calling me fat, because this is MY WORD NOW.

By the way, it's Fa(t)shion February over on Tumblr and I'm actually participating this year! I won't be taking photos every single day, as more often than not I'm bumming around in ratty sweaters and yoga pants. However, I will be posting a photo every time that I've put on suitable clothes to leave the house in.


Serious Jasie / Goofy Jasie
top & cardigan - Target
mid-calf boots & leggings - Old Navy
scarf & purse - Forever 21
FAT necklace - Fancy Lady Industries

5’3” - 240ish - size 18/20ish - DEATHFATTY

2/4/12

(recon)ciliatory efforts

I don't know exactly when it was that I decided my mom wasn't someone I could talk openly and honestly with, but I must have built an invisible wall at some point. For the last couple of years, I've kept my family at arms length and when I look back on the why of it all, the less clear my reasons are to me.


Maybe it was a process I needed to go through to get where I am now, which is a good place. Maybe it was a second wave of rebellion and/or a way to distance myself from my christian upbringing. Maybe it was a way to grieve the death of my grandma at my own pace. Maybe pushing them away was the only way that I could work out how to eventually yank them back in. After all, I've never been a meet-in-the-middle / happy-medium type of person; I only deal in extremes. The more I think about it, though, the less the why of it matters. I created a distance, I pulled away, I built a wall... and when she actually respected those boundaries I had so blatantly set, I thought that meant she didn't want to be involved in my life and lamented the lack of love, attention, and affirmation that I felt I was getting, forgetting that it was me who built the wall.



The wall is down. I went at it with a sledgehammer. I didn't randomly do it of my own volition; It was brought on by the well-meaning, yet misinformed meddling of a more distant relative, but frankly, I'm grateful. Somebody had to hand me the sledgehammer, and even though it was messy and uncomfortable, I'm glad they did.


Now my mother and I can get back to our regularly scheduled programming of over-sharing, being snobby together, and goofing off. Thank goodness.

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