“French-Kiss” Breakfast Burrito

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I’m calling this the “French-Kiss” Burrito. Drew and I found it rather hilarious that it looked like we were practicing french kisses on our food in an effort not to smear it all over our faces. So, without further ado…

Ingredients: No measurements, just eyeball it
• Peanut Butter
• Tortillas — we used the 8-inch ones
• Apples — we used 2 of them, I felt it was a bit much or that we should have at least split them each between two tortillas
• Syrup — yes, pancake syrup; I imagine honey is a great alternative, but we had none
• Ground Cinnamon
• Water — at least 1 liter per person… trust me

1. Gather supplies. You will need a butter knife, a sharp knife, peeler, plates, a small – medium bowl, spoon, forks, and a sense of humor.
2. Peel apples. {Okay, so you don’t HAVE to, but I prefer it… I cannot stand the peel. The texture is all wrong to me.}
3. Core apples; chop into small chunks.
4. In the bowl mix lots of peanut butter, the syrup, and the cinnamon. There should be enough syrup to give it a sticky, gooey consistency.  Don’t use too much syrup, though – it will be too rich.
5. Spoon {as best you can} mixture onto tortilla(s).
6. Spread mixture using butter knife — or the freshly washed hands of someone else’s toddler. Tell her to paint you a picture.
7. Top peanut butter mix with apples. Roll into burrito.

Other Humorous Comments:
• You may note that water is never mentioned in the directions. It’s for you to drink between bites.
• First you French it, then you fork it. Or spoon it. Your pleasure.
• I finally feel I understand where the term “food orgasm” came from…
• This recipe refuses to be held responsible for food babies.

This was a super fun post!!  Thanks for tuning in!


Rio Grande Quesadillas


I happened across this awesome quesadilla recipe on AllRecipes.com. I prefer beef to chicken, so I simply traded the chicken for beef. Enjoy!!

This is what the process looks like for us after the beef is cooked and mixed.  I like to add tomatoes to my cilantro / pimientos / onion mix.  We find refrigerated beef mix is easiest to work with, particularly when transferring to pan (#5).

• ¾ cu. Water
• 1 lb. Beef (or 2 cu. Chicken)
• 1 pk. Taco seasoning
• 1 cu. Refried bean
• 7” tortillas
• 2 oz. Diced pimientos; drained
• ¼ cu. Green onions
• ¼ cu. Minced cilantro
• 1 1/2 cu. Shred Monterey Jack
• 1 Tblsp. Vegetable oil

1. Brown beef; drain.
2. Bring beef, water, seasoning to a boil in saucepan. Reduce heat; simmer, uncovered 10 minutes. Stir in beans.
3. Mix pimientos, onions, & cilantro; set aside.
4. Spoon ½ cu. Meat mix over ½ tortilla. Top with pimiento mix and cheese.
5. Fold the quesadilla. Cook in oil over medium heat for 1-2 minutes per side or until cheese melts. Use additional oil as needed.



Pink Stuff {Fruit Salad}


My grandmother introduced me to this recipe years ago. I liked it so much, that it was often included in our family’s Thanksgiving and Christmas meals. She forgot the original title of the recipe, though, and thus monickered it “Pink Stuff”.

There are several renditions of the salad, so if this isn’t what you’re looking for, check All Recipes as they have many other versions.

• 16 oz. Cottage cheese
• 16 oz. Crushed pineapple; drained
• 8 oz. Cool Whip
• Large package strawberry Jell-O

1. Empty Cool Whip, Jell-O, and Cottage Cheese into mid-size bowl; stir until well-blended.
2. Add crushed pineapple.
3. Stir gently.

Helpful Hints — Use a translucent bowl. This way, you can check the underside of the bowl for white streaks. Stir until the white streaks are gone.

Not in the mood for strawberry? Try the Mandarin version of this same recipe. Simply exchange out a few ingredients, and then follow the directions above.

• 16 oz. Cottage cheese
• 8 oz. Crushed pineapple; drained
• 8 oz. Mandarin oranges; drained
• 8 oz. Cool Whip
• Large package orange Jell-O


The Search for Narnia


Above photo by Ray Grau via Unsplash.

Are you a closet clothing-a-holic?  I was.  Dare I say that I still am to a degree?  Well, to make a long story short, I had way too many clothes, and was barely happy with what I had, though grateful to have it.  I ran out of things to wear – because I had too much to choose from.

Playful Innocence

As a child, I was a tomboy with little desire (to my memory) for clothes shopping.  When I reached school-age, my parents decided I would be homeschooled for several years.  Each year, my mom and I would go shopping in the Spring and Autumn for new clothes for the Summer and Winter.  My parents bought me a lot of clothes, and since I saw them simply as a tool (something to cover me), I didn’t pay much attention to style, brand names, or fashion.  I didn’t care what other people thought of my clothing options.  I was just happy to have clothing.  I remained that way until late in my teen years.  As a sophomore and junior in high school, I began feeling unhappy with my clothing choices.  But found I didn’t know how to shop for what I wanted.

Into the Wardrobe

After I got married, I became more concerned with my appearances.  A large part of this was due to misconceptions I’d seen and been taught by others..

Even more frustrating, was that my closet housed so much stuff.  I could rifle through the mass of hanging clothes, and would find myself quite unhappy with my choices.  I always wanted to wear something that was dirty… and not because it was dirty (haha).

Our closet held so much more than just clothes.  There were our games we hardly ever played because we didn’t have anyone other than each other to play with.  I had a tambourine I bought on a whim – our cats liked that one.  There were ‘important’ papers I was too afraid to lose.  They collected there on the shelves until the stack was so high the pages slid off the shelf demanding the attention of someone willing to trash them.  Suitcases inside of each other. My favorite stuffed animals.  Gifts from years past we rarely used.  Seasonal clothes we wouldn’t wear for 6 months.  Clothing I’d had for 2-4 years (or more) because I didn’t LOVE it, but someone gifted it to me.  Half of Drew’s uniforms.  Drew’s plastic model collection.  The list went on…

And on…

…and on…

The Magic of Narnia

At the back of our closet, I found the miracle of a chance to start over.  Empty.  Breathable.  Space.

I… choose to accept that beauty is in the eye of the beholder – though I’m still going to do a little work on the image.  For FUN.  The image is simply the artwork of the owner.

I… choose to love my clothes – or MAKE THEM MYSELF (okay, that last bit’s rather daring and scary given my lack of sewing skills, so maybe I’ll have them tailor-made?).

I… chose a number of outfits and clothes for this season, and will not be buying more until they wear out or next season is upon us.  In the meantime, my other seasonal clothing is packed away.

I… choose to do away with clothing boredom.  And hey, that means I don’t need half as much clothing.

Did you notice a commonality?

I.  Choose. That’s all it takes.