Do you ever have those moments when a completely random thought pops into your head out of the blue for no apparent reason at all? This happens to me so frequently, that I’m starting to wonder if this is normal… Well, that is how this recipe ended up here.
I used to make this for dinner once or twice a month about 10 years ago, then because I had it so often I got sick of it and haven’t made it since. As soon as I tasted it again I realized WHY I ate it so often. It’s really, really good.
It is about as uncomplicated as you can get, but the flavors are amazing. The pan juices from the chicken are the sauce for the pasta with a few little goodies thrown in. Let’s talk about the sauce for a minute…
I know some of you are going to groan that I would suggest tossing pasta in a little bit of chicken fat, but fat is FLAVOR.
I’m not suggesting you dive into a block of lard with a knife and fork. The amount of fat is roughly a few tablespoons and unless you’ve had a triple bypass already, it won’t kill you, so live a little… have a salad for lunch & all will right with the world.
It’s that time of year again. Shopping for school clothes, temper tantrums over getting up early once more, begging and pleading “please don’t make me go”, etc… and that is just the teachers.
Granola is hardly a revolutionary breakfast, but it is a great way to start your day & when turned into bars it’s a hand-held portable breakfast which can come in very handy when you’ve hit “snooze” one too many times.
Now, before you roll your eyes at the mere mention of granola, let me preface it by saying you do not have to be a Birkenstock wearing, tree hugging, peace-lovin’ hippie clad in tie dye to appreciate it.
(Just because I happen to be a few of those things has nothing to do with it…)
I’m not really sure why, but when I think of strawberry daiquiris, I think of the 80’s. Things like parachute pants and rubber bracelets, big hair and Duran Duran. Considering I was barely a “tween” in the mid-80’s and not yet the cocktail connoisseur I am today, there really is no basis for this.
But, here’s the thing… no one seems to tip back fruity drinks with little umbrellas anymore, everything is a “skinny” something or another now. Not that there’s anything wrong with watching your caloric intake, but sometimes a girl needs a drink. A proper drink- made in a blender, served in a pretty glass with a little garnish.
I’m sure most of us can’t even remember the last time we had one (unless of course that’s because you had MANY), which is a shame because it really is one of those great summer drinks. Well, I intend on bringing this little libation that could back into the spotlight.
If you’ve never had a strawberry daiquiri made from actualstrawberries, then you are in for a treat. The drinks made from that bottle of chemical-laden red stuff can not begin to compare with one made from fresh ingredients. The sweet fragrance of ripe strawberries filling your kitchen is enough to start your mouth salivating.
There will be no sickly sweet, artificially flavored mixes that are a most unnatural and slightly unnerving shade of red. Just berries, rum, some sugar & a splash of lime juice blended with some ice & you are well on your way to one of the best things you can put in a glass.
I have this nonsensical love of the Golden Girls, to the extent that I kind of want to be them when I grow up. Not any one of them in particular (although Blanche certainly had lots of fun), but more of an amalgamation of them.
Dorothy’s intelligence and dry wit, Rose’s willingness to always see the good in people, Sophia’s crass humor and we’ve already covered Blanche’s obvious contribution to the mix.
I can fully appreciate sitting around the kitchen table with an entire (yes, an ENTIRE) cheesecake to work out life’s woes with your best pals, but my fascination is the lanai… Just the word makes you relax a bit , doesn’t it? (go ahead, say it aloud… I’ll wait)
I remember hearing that word as a fourteen year old kid watching this show and not even knowing what it was, but liking sound of it.
Eventually, when I pieced together what a “lanai” actually was, I thought to myself “oh yeah, that’s for me”…
Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like every year summer goes by even quicker than it did the year before.
I wait and wait all winter for stone fruit season to arrive, daydreaming about all of the amazing things I’ll make… fantasizing about juicy peaches, ripe plums and perfect nectarines.
Awaiting that first taste of summer, sinking my teeth into the perfect bite, juice dribbling down my chin…
and then it’s August.
When did that happen?! I realize I barely had a chance to make any of the delectable things I spent so many hours, days, weeks thinking about. And here we are again, summer more than halfway gone.
So, upon this rather startling revelation I decided I had better get it in gear if I was going to accomplish at least a few of the things I had set out to do.