Chicken Recipe: It's what's for lunch

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I thought I'd take a stab at posting a recipe. I feel it shows a little bit of my domestic side. Per magazines and photoshopping, I will only be showing my good side.


I found some chicken legs on sale at my local supermarket yesterday. I know what you are thinking, SCORE! Questionable chicken for dinner!  


Anyway, I like me quick and easy food. Nothing that will create stress and/or leave me trying to finish up with two children biting at my ankles.  I went to www.cooks.com and found what looks like a fast, tasty, and with ingredients I have in my kitchen.  It goes something like this:


6 chicken legs and thighs, skinned and trimmed of fat
Skim or low fat milk
1/2 c. plain bread crumbs
Vegetable oil spray
1/3 c. Parmesan cheese
1 tbsp. dried parsley flakes, crumbled
1/4 tsp. freshly ground black pepper

Place chicken pieces in shallow bowl or pan; cover with milk. Let soak for 15 minutes or longer in refrigerator.

In a shallow bowl, combine bread crumbs, cheese, parsley flakes, and pepper. Dip soaked chicken pieces, one leg at a time, in breading mixture, coating on all sides. (As you can tell, I don't know how to follow directions. It's part of my charm)

Set the coated pieces on a greased baking surface, preferably non-stick. Lightly spray chicken with vegetable oil spray.
Bake in preheated 375 degree oven for 45 minutes. Delicious and simple with the flavor of fried chicken, but without the calories.


Bom Apetite!

Mother's day or Grandmother's day or Great-Grandmother's day... who will win?

I had a very interesting day today.  For starters, I woke up thinking that I was actually queen of the world and not just someones wife and mother.  My poor husband and kids. It was all peaches and roses the first couple hours and then I threw my first fit.

The house was trashed. TRASHED. It looked like I had moved out and 3 men lived in it.  3 grown drunk men who like playing with toys and wore really small underwear. 

It pissed me off.  Should it have? Not really. Does it matter so much?  Not so much. Did it matter to me? Hell to the yeah it did.  It bothered me, big time.  I felt that my husband should have been on it knowing that it would bother me and it was my day.

So here's a side story. I'm married to a seriously amazing man.  He may not notice much when he's home, like a super large pile of dishes or a bunch of his socks or underwear on the floor, but he's a good man. Hell, he's in making a canoe for my oldest's class.  Long story short, we have parental homework sometimes.  Good school though so I'll let that slide.

So I throw my fit, we all calmed down, and we all cleaned up.  Next we had to go to my husband's Grandma's house for lunch. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to have to share my day. We all already know I was being a ginormous baby today and I didn't want to share.  We go.

Disaster. My youngest wouldn't nap. If he doesn't nap he doesn't sleep at night. I need him to sleep at night!  Everyone is yelling and talking super loud. The apartment is 2 feet by 2 feet for heaven's sake. We can hear the Grandma fart in the kitchen. There is no need to yell. But there is yelling because everyone is Brazilian and they can't, by genetic makeup, speak softly.

I give up on the nap and try to eat lunch. The kids were being impossible. Everyone was annoying me (remember, big baby syndrome) and fit two was had. 

In my defense, it was during my 2nd nap attempt and my husband and mother-in-law let my 3 yr old in to lay down.  It seems that I'm the only one who knows my 3 yr old.  He always does this.  He comes it to check it out, gets over it, and loudly states that he wants to leave. Wants to leave! WANTS TO LEAVE!

So I pulled my husband into the room, told him I was done and that we were leaving!  He is such a trooper and said ok.  You must know that this is very faux pas here in Brazil. You don't leave before the coffee. And once you say you are going to leave you actually stay another 40 minutes chatting.

We didn't.  Needless to say, not the favorite of the family right now.  This is what makes me miss my family in the US of A.  I could just say, look I'm a cranky sack today. My kids are being difficult. We're just ready to go.  And it wouldn't be a big deal.

Oh well.  Can't win them all. My littlest napped and was good and happy for round two at the other Grandma's house. We ate waffles.  Fun was had by all.  I don't think I'm going to win daughter-in-law of the year from my mother-in-law.  Then again, I could poop gold and I still wouldn't. Even if I shared.