I must have kissed a unicorn or helped some old lady that I forgot about, or sold my soul to the devil, because the kids let me sleep in. I slept right up until the Oscar nominations. I watch them every year, and if I’m working, I tivo them. I know they’re utterly showy and just another way for very rich people to show off and pat each other on the back (like a political convention!), but I love it. This year’s noms were announced by the future Miss Katniss Everdeen. I can’t. I just can’t.
Don’t worry though, I was snapped back into reality by my kids. The Peanut informed me he couldn’t go put any underwear on because he had a broken arm. Manipulative little pissant. It would seem as though subtle nuances, such as which bone he REALLY broke, are missed by a 3yo. Arm-collar bone, tomato-tomahhtoe. He also explained to me that his ween needed air to breathe; because “It’s been inside my diaper ALLLLLL night!!” He calls his overnight pull-up a diaper, and he only wears them to bed. Apparently, this suffocates his manly bits. He then proceeded to tell me he needed his “ball powder”, his oatmeal, and his chocolate almond milk. I was waiting for him to order me to go get him a Bud Light and turn on the game.
A few more years before that, I guess.
I’m not going to be able to go to BodyPump tonight, so I am going to be doing the Fitnessista’s Winter Shape Up right here at my very own home. Or at the park, it’s going to be 50F here today, and the boy is going to want to be outside. I want to do the Jamie Eason Live Fit workout series, but because I’m nursing I cannot do the nutrition plan that goes with it. Have any of you just done the workout and not the diet? Or a modified diet? Maybe I’ll tweet her and ask her. Ahhhh twitter, giving people the impression people give a damn since 2009.
I really DO care though, tweet MEEEE. I’m attached to my phone like Mittens Romney is his hairdresser. I promise.
I’ll even make you dinner. Or I’ll make ME dinner and show you how via the interwebs.
Last night I was craving something healthy and different. NO MORE NOODLES. NO MORE RICE. NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE!!
So I made moroccan chicken with stewed apricots, olives, lemons, and spices. This recipe does require think ahead, but you can rub that bird down the night before, and then, at dinnertime, your chicken has been swimming in awesome and will make out with your tastebuds like teenager home alone.
2 T extra virgin olive oil (i use the olive oil that packed the olives)
20 pitted olives (NOT JARRED)
15 dried apricots
1 cup white wine
juice of one lemon
1 cup chicken stock
the night before you're going to make this, butcher the bird and rinse it. Pat it dry and rub down the bird with the spice mix and 1T extra virgin olive oil. Under the skin-on top of the skin-in the cavity. Let it sit in a ziploc bag until the next night.
Preheat oven to 375F
place chicken in a baking dish, skin side up
pour wine, olives, stock, apricots, juice, and remaining EVOO around the chicken.
roast 45mins to 1 hr, or until chicken reads 165F near the thigh bone.