We had to take our car into the shop the other day, which led us to be stranded at our house for two days with no transportation! We also happened to have eaten almost all of the food in our cupboards, and I was itching for something sweet.
This led to me to the Google Cookbook (I type in a few ingredients, followed by "recipe", and hit SEARCH). I managed to find this delectable and SUPER easy recipe for Cinnamon Sugar Tortilla Chips!
Ingredients:
- a few tablespoons of melted butter in a small dish
- 4 regular sized flour tortillas
- cinnamon sugar (which is something I always keep in the house for toast. I just throw about 1/4 cup sugar into a bowl and sprinkle cinnamon in it, then mix it til it gets the "right color". I suggested dipping a finger in and tasting to make sure its not too cinnamon-y.)
Directions:
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Brush butter on one side of a tortilla. Sprinkle the cinnamon sugar mixture over the top of the buttered side (as much or as little as you like. I usually end up covering the entire tortilla, then picking it up and shaking off the excess sugar back into my bowl). Take a pizza cutter and cut the tortilla into your desired shapes (I make some triangles and some squares, 'cause we're fancy). Place them with the sugared-side up, onto a NON-greased cookie sheet. Bake for 7-10 minutes, or until the edges are starting to brown. We don't like our chips to be too crispy or burnt, so I usually take them out after 7 or 8 minutes (depending on how fast it takes me to react to the beeping oven timer). I immediately push them onto a plate with a spatula and let them sit for a minute or two before eating them (my Other Half, however, would rather burn his tongue).
You don't need to make anything to dip them in - they're delicious just on their own! However, I have found a recipe for a cookie-dough dip that would just be perfect with these little guys! Might have to try that out and let you know how it goes...
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Marry Me?
I was never one of those little girls who sat around planning my Dream Wedding. I didn't have a scrapbook with cut-out pictures of elaborate wedding dresses with sequins and glitter covering the pages.
As a "child of divorce", I grew up with no intention of ever getting married. In fact, I often told my friends that I wanted to be a single parent. I knew I wanted babies, and possibly a boyfriend, but I never wanted to get married. Marriage = Divorce. Ninety-five percent of my friends' parents were divorced. I didn't know what that nuclear family looked like. It just didn't seem possible.
Then I met my Other Half. I fell in love with him within months of meeting him, though it took him a little longer to fall for me. But when it happened, I just knew that this was the guy that I was going to grow old with. I could picture us surrounded by grand-kids. Him with his calloused hands and stories of superheros, and me in my apron in the kitchen canning applesauce like my grandpa taught me.
My Other Half and I got engaged within months of becoming an official couple. We had discussed marriage and kids, and we knew it was for us. So we set a date, and I began planning my Dream Wedding. Of course, we were only 18 and time flew by faster than we expected, so we put the wedding on hold. We set another date, and another, and each time life took us by storm and we had to start planning over again. We just celebrated our three year anniversary, and we are still waiting for that time that having the wedding of our dreams will come along.
We're still young. We've got all of the time in the world to get married. When we do eventually get married (and I promise you, it WILL happen), it has to be magical. It has to be the epitome of "us". I refuse to settle for "okay" or "satisfactory".
It will be me and him, and maybe a couple kids running around, wrapped in a big bow of delicious nerdiness.
As a "child of divorce", I grew up with no intention of ever getting married. In fact, I often told my friends that I wanted to be a single parent. I knew I wanted babies, and possibly a boyfriend, but I never wanted to get married. Marriage = Divorce. Ninety-five percent of my friends' parents were divorced. I didn't know what that nuclear family looked like. It just didn't seem possible.
Then I met my Other Half. I fell in love with him within months of meeting him, though it took him a little longer to fall for me. But when it happened, I just knew that this was the guy that I was going to grow old with. I could picture us surrounded by grand-kids. Him with his calloused hands and stories of superheros, and me in my apron in the kitchen canning applesauce like my grandpa taught me.
My Other Half and I got engaged within months of becoming an official couple. We had discussed marriage and kids, and we knew it was for us. So we set a date, and I began planning my Dream Wedding. Of course, we were only 18 and time flew by faster than we expected, so we put the wedding on hold. We set another date, and another, and each time life took us by storm and we had to start planning over again. We just celebrated our three year anniversary, and we are still waiting for that time that having the wedding of our dreams will come along.
We're still young. We've got all of the time in the world to get married. When we do eventually get married (and I promise you, it WILL happen), it has to be magical. It has to be the epitome of "us". I refuse to settle for "okay" or "satisfactory".
It will be me and him, and maybe a couple kids running around, wrapped in a big bow of delicious nerdiness.
I dream of babies...
I started my very own "Babysitter's Club" when I was 11 years old.
We made flyers, had meetings, and dreamed of all of the cute little babies we were going to watch. We made practice homework for older kids, and gathered coloring books and first-aid kits to put in our Babysitting Bags, which were meant to be brought with us whenever we got a babysitting job. I was only 11, but all I wanted to do was care for a baby.
Its now ten years later, and my desires have not changed. All I want is a baby to care for. I thought babysitting would ease that broody feeling in my heart (and my ovaries), but it only makes it worse. I want a baby! I want to do it all. Feed them, burp them, change their catastrophic diapers. Teach them new words and take them to the park. Wake up six times in the middle of the night because they are hungry. Seriously, all of it. I need it. I'm meant for it.
I'm 21 years old, and I've got my entire life ahead of me. A life full of babies. And poopy diapers. And I want that to start sooner, rather than later. I'm in a committed relationship with a man that I've loved since high school; a man that I think will make a great Daddy (something I never experienced myself!). I can't wait to make tons of babies with him in the not-so-far future. Well, maybe we'll start with one.
We made flyers, had meetings, and dreamed of all of the cute little babies we were going to watch. We made practice homework for older kids, and gathered coloring books and first-aid kits to put in our Babysitting Bags, which were meant to be brought with us whenever we got a babysitting job. I was only 11, but all I wanted to do was care for a baby.
Its now ten years later, and my desires have not changed. All I want is a baby to care for. I thought babysitting would ease that broody feeling in my heart (and my ovaries), but it only makes it worse. I want a baby! I want to do it all. Feed them, burp them, change their catastrophic diapers. Teach them new words and take them to the park. Wake up six times in the middle of the night because they are hungry. Seriously, all of it. I need it. I'm meant for it.
I'm 21 years old, and I've got my entire life ahead of me. A life full of babies. And poopy diapers. And I want that to start sooner, rather than later. I'm in a committed relationship with a man that I've loved since high school; a man that I think will make a great Daddy (something I never experienced myself!). I can't wait to make tons of babies with him in the not-so-far future. Well, maybe we'll start with one.
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