We go through at least one rotisserie chicken every week. It makes for a quick protein with some veggie sides when you have 30 minutes to get dinner ready and a toddler pulling at your leg. I use it in all kinds of bakes like this quinoa bake or these white enchiladas or Andrew’s favorite, this jambalaya. And the easiest thing to make with leftover chicken is roasted chicken stock, of course. Throughout the week, I keep a bag in the freezer where I put picked apart rotisserie chicken bones, onion skins, and herbs that I don’t want to waste. I’ll put the ends of green onions or leeks, the leaves from celery and the peel of carrots or the half used box of mushrooms.
Confession: I kind of have a love/hate relationship with soup. I want to like it, I really do. And sometimes I do love it especially if you consider chili a soup, which it kind of is, right? For some reason, I am always disappointed when I order soup. It’s either too salty or doused with cream. Or it just needs something. And the stuff in the can? I don’t even want to guess what is in there. No thank you.
I think it all started in the eighth grade when for six very, very long weeks, I had my mouth wired shut. Yep you read that right. I had jaw surgery during middle school, and if that wasn’t torturous enough, I could only eat—excuse me, drink—liquids for six weeks. I survived on Cran-apple juice, milkshakes, and any sort of soup concoction that my mom put in a blender and packed in my lunch. I tried everything; spinach soup, potato soup, tomato soup, broccoli soup. You name it, I attempted to eat it in liquid form. It was rough, and I still can’t really drink cran-apple juice. And in all honesty, I am still shocked that I turned out “normal.” Thankfully, my parents sent me to an all-girls school. Boys would have been just brutal.
The Super Bowl is coming up on Sunday, and this girl loves a Super Bowl party. I really don’t know why that is. I am not a big fan of football (much to my hubby’s dismay), and I could care even less about NFL football. Andrew blames it on the fact that I didn’t go to a football school (yup I confess, I love basketball, can you blame me?). The truth is that I usually like football when I am not forced to pay attention to it. I LOVE a great tailgate and football watching parties are always super fun. Plus, football season usually means fall weather which is one of my favorite seasons.
I am particularly interested in this year’s Super Bowl because it is being held in Dallas! Yes, I live in Charlottesville now but I lived in Dallas for almost three years before I made the big move to the east coast (Cville by way of DC). And things were starting to ramp up for the big game right before I left two years ago. People have been partying for that long about this. For real. I am so sad that I am not there right now—not because I would go to the game at all—but mostly because of ALL the star sightings I am missing. Le sigh.