We’ve had a pretty rough fall already. The girls have been taking turns being sick, and Ali and I can’t coordinate our schedules to do something as simple as take a trip to the pumpkin patch. This bad luck carried over to our monthly dinner date as well. I ended up making this recipe twice because the first dinner was sabotaged by sickness. But, what this tells you is that it was worth eating twice in the span of a month!
I found this recipe for butter chicken at TasteBook.com and it looked like a winner to me. It is quite flavorful and difficult to resist seconds, but it just doesn’t taste like butter chicken — hence the “Not-So Butter Chicken” title.
It’s that time of year again! The jackets, the scarves, the boots … but most important, the chili! We have a staple recipe in our home. It covers all tastes; it has some spice but not too much for kid palates. And of course, we add some macaroni for fun. The best part about this recipe is how quickly it all comes together!
This Thursday marks the second anniversary of our moving into our home. Our house-versary. Each year, I celebrate. Not a decorate-and-bake-a-cake type of celebration but definitely a little something special for dinner. Each year, though, as I look at the date on the calendar, I have a slight moment of hesitation. It seems, even to me, like a silly thing to celebrate. Acknowledgment seems appropriate, but celebration? My mind goes into debate.
With winter right around the corner, my mind has already turned to soups. I love the warm, flavorful soup. No brothy vegetable soups for me. I need something hearty and creamy that won’t leave me hungry in an hour. After all, I’m a mom. I don’t have time for more than three meals a day. This soup is amazingly simple. Really. I boiled my black beans because it is much cheaper that way, but if you bought a can (or two if you want to freeze some) it would take only fifteen minutes from start to finish. Even with canned black beans (I know, I’m pinching pennies with the self-cook beans!), it is a cheap meal and one that the kids can enjoy too. Pair with Everyday Bread and you’ve got yourself a meal, or two.
Story is a chatterbox. She talks before she’s out of bed. She talks as she’s getting ready for school. She talks as she brushes her teeth. She talks as she follows me around the house. She talks as she’s falling asleep. The girl has a lot to say. Except at dinnertime.
For some reason, she becomes a teenager at the table, answering my questions with generic phrases, or worse, grunts.