You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. ~ Anne Lamott
On Sunday's, I cook. I quite literally open the fridge, plan out my lunch for the week and then create some chaos with what is left over.
For lunch, I was craving quesadillas. Of course, I was out of sour cream and guacamole. And, in typical me fashion, I bought the world's smallest tortillas. Was I going to let that stop me? Uh, never. I also had another hungry mouth to feed, so no pressure.
Today's ingredients (makes 4 quesadillas):
3 oz. turkey, cooked, sliced, and diced
cheese, shredded
1/2 yellow pepper
1/2 red onion
3 crimini mushrooms
1 small tomato
1 tbsp. olive oil
salsa
In a pan with high sides, heat the olive oil. When the oil is hot, add the vegetables and cook long enough to soften them. About two minutes before you take the mixture out of the pan, add the turkey.
Remove from heat, spoon mixture into a bowl, and set aside. Carefully wipe out the pan with paper towel and return to the stove.
Allow the pan to heat up again and spray with cooking spray. Add a tortilla.
Top the tortilla with your vegetable and turkey mixture.
Then add some cheese.
When the underside of the tortilla is golden, top with another tortilla, and cover with a plate. This helps keep the heat in and melt the cheese.
Flip the quesadilla and cook until the second underside is golden brown.
Now slide that lovely piece of heaven onto a cutting board and allow it to cool for about one minute. This lets the cheese set all over the vegetables and keep things in place. Cut in four and plate.
Serve with sour cream and guacamole, if you have them. Enjoy!
Recently, I turned 35.
Again.
One of the things I really wanted for my birthday was to be surrounded by my family. The family I have created for myself, not necessarily the family I share DNA with.
Simply put, most of the family that I have that I share a gene pool with are people I really do not like. Addiction, psychosis, insecurity, and general nastiness keep me away. If you are reading this, if we are related, if you have not seen or heard from me in the past year or so... you are, or possess at least one of the four things that started the last sentence. And no, I will not be apologizing for saying that out loud on the internet. Grow up and own your shit.
My birthday dinner party was exactly what I wanted. We had great food I spent all day cooking...
.... pulled chicken sandwiches and potato salad...
... nachos with salsa, sour creme, and pico de gallo guacamole...
... edemame beans and wings...
We also had blue cake with an Alice in Wonderland topper (thank you Pinterest and my sassy Mum who can't stand fondant but still wanted me to have Alice and company atop my blue cake)...
We had sunshine after a day of rain, we had badminton and pink Mohawks. Most importantly, we all had each other; three families that have chose each other, together as one.
And flowers. Do not forget the flowers...
