First, mash up some ricotta, mozzarella, and parmesan. Add in some basil, oregano, and lemon pepper seasoning.
Hammer out that chicken breast with a meat tenderizer (or go MaryAnn aka my mom style and use a rolling pin) and gunk some cheese on there. I probably used a little too much cheese mixture, but as most of my family can attest, that’s not an uncommon occurrence.
Roll those babies up and pour some melted butter on top.
Whoahold the phone.
So, in following this recipe online, there is a drastic difference in baking time, causing my rare chicken!! The book said 20 min (or maybe I read the wrong recipe?) and the website says 45 min @ 175. My oven was at like 400. Whatevs, it’s delish when it’s cooked, so just make sure these little guys aren’t pink.
Meanwhile, I totally coped out on the baking front and used a boxed mix for chocolate cake. For shame. I whipped up some raspberry filling (um… butter, confectioner’s sugar, and raspberry jam) and chocolate icing that I wasn’t thrilled with. Does anyone have a stellar recipe for chocolate they want to share?
Since I never got to do my 4th Cake in my Wilton Class 1 (I couldn’t make the last class), I decided to do a chocolate version.
My roses still aren’t as good as I’d like, but boy are they getting better!!
*cut to present day*
Today I had every intention to go to the gym after I taught my morning class . I wanted to teach, run some errands, then run by the gym for a good hour before coming home to lunch.
I didn’t even shower this morning.
As motivationshower after workout… yeah?
Well, needless to say, it didn’t happen.
I finished up class around 11ish, and since the Container Store was on my way, I stopped there.
This sudden impulse to organize everything is not new. However, one of the qualms perks of Google Reader is I get all these great ideas I immediately have to implement. Thanks to Beantown Baker’s post this morning, there were a few items I needed stat. (recap of implemented organization tools to come.)
After I left, I realized I was famished. So I decided that since all I had to do was stop at the bank, I would come home and eat and skip the gym.
But Kohl’s is on the way to the bank.
*Sigh, oh clearance racks
how you get the best of me…
$30 later I left for the bank. (I seem to have this problem of accidently spending $$ a lot lately …) After the bank, straight home. I did not pass go, did not go sweat my booty off, but went straight home.