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Cinnamonroll Pancakes

After all the Thanksgiving cooking, it’s amazing we were up for a fancy breakfast recipe today.  But, my Mom really wanted to have these, so my Dad and I set to work. First my dad prepared the batter with Pamela’s Products Gluten-Free Pancake mix (he used buttermilk instead of water. Meanwhile, me and my kid cousins set to work making the cinnamon filling with:

1/2 cup butter, melted
3/4 cup brown sugar, packed
1 Tablespoon ground cinnamon

After mixing it all together until it was smooth, we put it in a plastic sandwich bag so my dad could add it to the top of the batter in a spiral:

After the batter bubbled a little bit, he flipped it over to cook the other side. It takes one or two pancakes of practice to get it so the cinnamon filling doesn’t “escape”.

Now it’s time for the cream cheese spread! Put these in a microwave safe bowl:

4 Tablespoons butter
2 ounces cream cheese

and whisk. After you get it smooth, whisk in:

3/4 cup powdered sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

When you’re ready to serve, spread this mixture on top the pancakes.




Spicy Yellow Chicken Chili

When I was younger I hated chili, but I LOVED the smell. My best friend’s mom would make a whole bunch of it on cold days, and as I bundled up to make the quarter-mile walk back home, she would hand me a little Dixie cup full to keep me warm. I always ended up picking out the big chunks of beef, carefully maneuvering around the tomato chunks and “unknowns”.

I’ve never made chili before this year, but now I’m on a kick. I like mine with chicken, lots of spice and corn. I also strongly contend that all vegetables should be minced, no piece larger than a corn kernel.

This weekend I used a white chicken recipe my friend Emily gave me, and gave it a twist based on what I had in my kitchen, and my perfectionist desire to have a color theme. I had corn and yellow peppers, so the theme was yellow. If I was really motivated I should have gotten some squash or yellow tomatoes…next time.

First I browned my chicken in a large saucepan with a minced onion, garlic salt and some canola oil. Meanwhile I minced my yellow peppers.

After the chicken was cooked, I added 2 cans of great northern beans (drain the juice out), a can of chicken broth, my corn, spices and my peppers.

Bring the concoction to a boil, then put on low to simmer for a half hour

All you have to do then is throw in the sour cream and whipping cream to make it creamy, then put in a bowl with some sharp cheddar cheese for garnish.

I makes about 6 servings, but between me and Logan it was miraculously gone in 12 hours. Hmmm…

1 pound boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1 medium onion, chopped
2 teaspoons garlic salt
1 tablespoon canola oil
2 cans (15-1/2 ounces each) great northern beans
1 can (14-1/2 ounces) chicken broth
1 yellow bell pepper
1 cup frozen corn
1 teaspoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1 tbsp cayenne pepper
1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
1/2 cup whipping cream
Sharp cheddar cheese for garnish.

Cheesy Lasagna Hotdish, Or Why Erika Will Die Early

Got home from work tonight and had a craving for pasta, so I boiled some gf elbow noodles and stole the cheese mix from a box of Kraft mac and cheese. While the noodles were boiling I looked into the fridge for an appetizer. Instead, I found red meat sauce, which reminded me of lasagna. Naturally I looked for cheese, and check. Ricotta? Amazingly, check.

Here’s how I made a Cheesy Lasagna Hotdish off the top of my head with a weeks worth of recommended dairy.

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F and oil a smallish casserole dish. Put 1/3 of prepared mac and cheese at the bottom. Then layer about 2/3 cup meat sauce, 1/2 cup ricotta cheese and 1/4 cup mozzerella. I repeated those 4 ingredients again. Finish with the last 1/3 of mac and cheese and some more mozzerella. Then bake for 20 minutes.

I may die before Thanksgiving even gets here, but Lord, this is was good.

BBQ Pizza

How can I survive without gluten!? Relax, I have pizza, nachos cookies… all the time. Probably more than I did before I gave it up. Which brings me to showing you the epic pizza we made last night (inspired by a recipe on a blog my friend Kathryn showed me):

Ingredients: Bob’s GF Pizza crust mix, Sweet Baby Ray’s Chipotle BBQ sauce (all Sweet Baby Ray’s sauces are gf), shredded chicken (we keep in the fridge to put on tacos and or mix into pasta on the fly), crushed pineapple, black olives, red onion, jalapenos, sharp cheddar cheese, and a lot of mozzarella. This is what it looked like before the cheese:

Can you tell which side is mine? I like all my ingredients cut into squares. Logan says it’s because I am a square…

Oh, and it was my cat, MauMau’s 4th birthday! He can’t eat pizza so we got him special kitty treats. He liked them so much he though I might find more in my camera.

Is it the weekend? All this research on personal finance has gotten me loopy. Still, I might go check out the Occupy PSL. I may not live next to Wall Street, but I do live next to a Winn Dixie. Apparently that’s close enough to demonstrate.

Love Mob

I started today in a full-blown argument at 6am. Despite escalating and then recovering in less than a half hour, not a good start to the day.

I’ve been trying to be good at loving my neighbor as myself. Not literally, because both of my actually neighbors are “snow-birds” and have not yet landed after their summer vacations. This does include my office neighbor, though.  Our cubicles are connected by a 3 foot wall, and sometimes it feels like he’s constantly looking over my shoulder and talking down to me. Yesterday I said something sarcastic (my go-to gut reaction when I feel threatened) and he said something joking, that I found to be tacky and mean. I did rant and rave for a little bit, but then I took a walk, and came back and offered him a gift–a t-shirt I got for (trying) to donate blood.

I’m not the best at calling people, but this week I’ve been really making sure to write notes of affection, and call up/answer the phone for the people I miss. I’ve also made new friends this week by opening my doors (literally and mentally). Brent, a 23-year-old guy who quit his job and decided to travel by bike for a year, stayed at my house Friday night through Couch-surfers. Then, people came over to the house on Saturday for a friend’s birthday to go out on the boat. I had so much fun doing that, I invited Logan’s work friend and his girlfriend over for dinner “anytime”. Logan decided that we should redeem that offer on Tuesday, so we cooked up some fajitas (she’s gluten-free too). What was great about inviting these people into my home, was really listening to everyone’s stories and jokes. It’s a lot easier to appreciate people and stay in the moment when you’re not always trying to put in your 2 cents.

Charity. I tried giving blood, but after sticking me repeatedly in both arms, the two very large men declared me “too much of a dainty flower”. They sent me on my way with a t-shirt, some apple juice and a “better luck next time”. I was trying to figure out what I’d like to be a part of. I’ve been trying to get involved in an “anti-bullying” charity, but no one will respond to my emails/call. Then I thought about it, and decided Big Brothers Big Sisters might be the place for me. I have my “very thorough” meeting on Monday. They said they might have me going in to schools and reading/hanging out with kids, which would be cool. I’ll let you know if they like me.

Did anyone do anything for International Day of Peace yesterday? All over the world they had “flash mediation mobs”, including about 150 people in Austin, who then did a “sound bath” or the refraining of one word/chant. That would be pretty cool to have seen. You can check out more information about it here.

The Pirates Have My Car

Last night Logan, Joe and I went to a concert in Stuart. Let me tell you, it’s easy to be positive when you’re surrounded by a bunch of friends and people drunkenly dancing to covers of Purple Rain and Forget You. Unless of course you don’t like Prince and Cee Lo.

The next day (as always) is a little more tricky. Logan went to bring me back to my car, since we so responsibly took a taxi home (the taxi driver liked us so much he did it for free). Somehow in the course of half a day though, the entire downtown Stuart had been completely closed off for something called “Pirate-fest”. Really Florida? Pirate-fest?

Logan had to go to work so I had to drive him and take his car to investigate. As I drop him off he mentions not having very much gas (roughly none). Fine. I get to the gas station across the street and I don’t know his zip code to use his card. Normally by now my reaction would be a crazy amount of frustration tears that would cause a scene in the lot of Sunoco. Instead of doing that I took a deep breath and walked in, only to find that the guy was more than willing to accept my line about the credit card belonging to my boyfriend, and also that this particular gas station appears to be a gluten-free mecca. An entire aisle had every gluten-free product I’ve seen in all the surrounding grocery stores, combined. Not only that, but there’s a Mediterranean restaurant in the back with plenty of gf options. Right on.

OK, but I still didn’t know the fate of my car. I headed over to the festival and literally shout “NO WAY!” when I spot my car–frightening a small group of children with face-paint next to me. Now, how do I get my car past the ginormous inflatable bounce house? I go up to the thin Italian boy handing out the tickets and told him the story. He laughed and said they had tried to find me, but I wasn’t an any of the surrounding restaurants (I’m starting to love small towns). I’m directed to the owner, decked out in a full pirate captain’s outfit. He actually apologizes for blocking me in and doesn’t seem to understand why I keep using the words “ecstatic” and “shocked”. He let’s me know I can come get my car tomorrow at 9pm, and we shake on it. Then I surprised myself by hugging him. I hugged the big bouncy house pirate man.

The day ended up being really hilarious to me instead one of hung-over frustration. What’s more, I feel proud of myself for handling life’s difficulties with a sense of humor, leading to a chain reaction of good feelings.

Not-Such-A-Huge-Event Day

I thought my legs were sore yesterday, but today is worse. I’m trying not to put more body/mind altering chemicals in my body than I need to, so I’m somehow moving without Advil. Another fun part of my day is that the office is having a pizza party, or a Hurricane Irene Not-Such-A-Huge-Event Event. Which leaves me pecking at my confused coworkers’ pepperonis in order to “get a taste”. With Irene keeping to herself, Logan is able to fly home safely. So there’s that.

My spare time has been consumed with reading: poems, quotes, books. Pretty much anything I can get my hands on. Today I’m going to leave you with some Coco Chanel wisdom:

“It’s probably not just by chance that I’m alone. It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he’s terribly strong. And if he’s stronger than I, I’m the one who can’t live with him. … I’m neither smart nor stupid, but I don’t think I’m a run-of-the-mill person. I’ve been in business without being a businesswoman, I’ve loved without being a woman made only for love. The two men I’ve loved, I think, will remember me, on earth or in heaven, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I’ve done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.”