One of 365 plus ways to cook chicken #MFRWauthor #popperchicken

Holy Cow!  It’s already week 49 of the 52-week MFRW blog challenge. This year is going by fast. But no worries a little elf tells me we will be back next year with more new topics! This weeks topic is a favorite recipe. I hate I can only do one!

At my house, we have the running joke that I can make chicken every day of the year and never make it the same twice.  My son would recite the line from The Movie Forrest Gump but change the Shrimp to Chicken.

So

 

That brings me to my recipe. my newest addition to my repertoire… Low carb Jalapeno popper chicken. Its a new favorite of mine and i make it more than once a week. My son even likes it though e is glad he no longer lives here and only eats it on occasion.

I found the original recipe here. At Aunt Bee’s Recipes 

When My grandies, son, and wife are eating I double the recipe.  I season the chicken with creole seasoning before baking. and right now I have fresh jalapenos from the garden.I also substitute onion powder or minced onion for the onion and add some garlic to the cheese mixture.

Two of my family didn’t care for the skins so we use Ritz crackers crumbled with parmesan cheese and butter on theirs.  It’s not low carb but those are not following low carb diets.

If only needing two or three cut that recipe in half. ( I recommend making at least an extra for lunch!)

Now I want a batch! Guess what we are having for dinner tonight!
By the way with all the recipes I have, the internet and cookbooks I have I bet I could do chicken every night for about 5 years and not repeat! LOL

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This is a blog hop so let’s go see what recipes the other authors are sharing!

 

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It’s Under There Somewhere #MFRWauthor #writing space #amwriting

 

Hi Y’all I hope you had a nice holiday. Of course, I ate way too much and am trying to find a thousand ways to use turkey ham and stuffing. This is week 47 of the 52-week MFRW blog challenge. This year is nearly over. So far I have only missed two. Our topic this week is Our Writing Space. I am one of the lucky few that have an office.  Its a nice size edition on the front of our house and an entryway.  You see, My house is a geodesic dome. When we bought it it had this strange barn shape front entryway that the inside never was finished. It was awkward, hard to step into and had a small coat closet on one side that was falling in and full of mold,

The hubby was going to take it down and make it a front porch instead. I asked him to screen it in, that went to storm windows all around so now I have an office. Right at the moment, one-half houses my husband’s table saw so he can do work inside the house (always seems to be a remodel)  and a stack of wood. This weekend I am cleaning that out once again bringing in my houseplants.

here is the inside though now I have lacy open curtains.

some of my decorations

 

My bookshelf

When they closed the shoe factory in town, dad bought one fo the office desks for mom. It is one of those huge ones that was used in manager offices. A beautiful oak.  Dad painstaking refinished it and it sat in their spare room for years. Mom used it for doing their taxes and little else. When she passed away and he moved I asked for the desk and nothing else.

So I am one of the lucky ones with a large office, full of windows and a nice desk, lots of file cabinets as well. It didn’t have heat since it was an addition and three years ago when we got the new heating unit hubby had heat and air installed in there as well.

Let’s go check out the other author’s spaces.

 

Happy Thanksgiving

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Excerpt from Gay for Pay
copyright 2015 TTC Publishing
“So
that’s why you don’t like the guy, and here I thought it was his charming
personality.” Chris was trying to lighten the mood, but he wasn’t certain it’d
worked since Linc didn’t respond. They walked in relative silence for a while
and Chris was enjoying the scenery but also starting to wonder how far out
along the water they were going to walk. He stopped and turned back to look and
see how far the house was, shocked when it looked tiny in the distance.
He
spun around, intent on asking Linc if they could start heading back to the
house, running right into a wall. Well, not a wall really, but Linc’s toned
chest sure felt like one when Chris barreled into him. He reached up and
gripped Chris’s arms to stop him from falling over. Chris smiled and moved to
pull back, but Linc held him in place, their bodies just inches apart.
He
opened his mouth to tell Linc to release him, but he couldn’t form the words. Chris
shook his head, swallowing, trying to add a little moisture to his suddenly dry
mouth. When Linc’s tongue darted out, running over his bottom lip, Chris
inhaled a sharp breath and tried to break free of Linc’s hold once more, to no
avail. If anything, Chris thought his grip tightened. “Can I kiss you?” Linc
whispered, his body already slowly moving closer to Chris.
Jesus, Mary, and
Joseph.

He wanted Linc to kiss him, and it scared him shitless. In his head he was
saying no; he was shaking his head
vigorously, no! But his body had a
mind of its own. He could feel his head nodding and he closed his eyes as
Linc’s warm, wet lips touched his. The kiss was chaste. Linc didn’t press
further than a simple peck on the mouth, though lingering for a long time. When
Linc pulled away there was a low moan, and Chris’s knees almost gave out when
he realized he was the one groaning.
He
wanted so much right then. He wanted Linc to kiss him again. He wanted to turn
and run away and never look back. Wasn’t this what he’d kept himself up half
the night over, his memories of Amanda and the thought of betraying her with
anyone else? It no longer mattered to Chris that the person he was thinking of being
with was another man. The war raging in his mind didn’t stop Chris from reacting,
wanting more. He leaned into Linc’s warmth for another kiss. This time Linc
swept his tongue across Chris’s bottom lip, and when Chris moaned again, Linc
took it as an open invitation and pressed his tongue into Chris’s mouth.
Chris’s
inner monologue that was on constant repeat as of late sounded off in his
fogged brain again. Holy fucking Christ.
He could count the number of lovers he’d had in his short life on both hands,
but not a damn one of them had ever kissed him the way Linc was kissing him
right now. Not even Amanda. Amanda. The
thought slammed into Chris’s chest like a boulder and he jerked back. “What’s
wrong?” Linc asked, moving toward him, but Chris started walking backward,
retreating.
“Nothing,
it’s not you, I just…I just can’t.” He turned and ran then, ran all the way
back to the house, up the stairs and into his room, slamming the door and
locking it behind him.
Within
minutes, Linc was at the door knocking and calling out for him. Chris didn’t
answer him though, ignoring Linc’s pleas to open the door. “Please, Chris, talk
to me.” His voice crawled through the tiny crevice at the bottom, reaching up
and slapping Chris across the face. Linc sounded hurt, wounded. Still, Chris
didn’t respond, nor did he open the door. Linc finally left him to his misery
and Chris crawled into the bed, staring at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia;
TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now
calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or
ticking away on her next novel.
 
Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is
passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people,
Love is Love!
 
 
 
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Waking Up In Crystal City

 

 

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Once upon a time in a land far far away, the trees were made of ice, the grounds billowy blankets of snow.

No, I’m not writing a fairytale. This happened in 2009 in my sleepy little town.  It’s not unusual to get snow where we live but this particular day was extremely unusual. On the night before it began to rain. The temperatures fell turning to sleet. And sleet and sleet. I was afraid my skylights were going to burst from the weight. It was eerie. You could hear crackles and pops outside but the windows were so iced you couldn’t see through them. The doors froze shut. Suddenly the power was out.  Luckily I have a gas cook stove so we were able to use that and at the time I had a landline phone.  My husband was A truck driver over the road and was trying to get back to us.  He stopped and picked up supplies such as ice melt, bottled water,( I don’t use bottled we have purifiers on tap) bread, extra peanut butter, battery lanterns, batteries and a generator in a town that wasn’t hit.

Picture courtesy of Nickey Taylor

We had it lucky in town. We were without power only a few days, water back sooner, the outlying communities some were without for weeks.  I also had lots of food and with the gas stove could cook. The generator kept the fridge and freezer running. We didn’t lose anything, where many did.

I had a close call though. I stepped on the back porch when my husband told me not to and the neighbor’s huge pine that had a branch over our porch cracked, it barely missed me striking my shoulder. I was hurt pretty bad but nothing serious. Which was good as there were trees down everywhere keeping emergency vehicles out.

I learned a valuable lesson that day. Snow and ice is beautiful but it can be devastating in no time flat.

This is week 45 of the MFRW52weekblogchallenge. So check out the other authors most memorable day.

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