I Don’t Cook

There are probably a total of 3 things that I cook and 1 of those includes easy mac. And being snowed in yesterday (12inchs) I went in a downward spiral food absorption/binging. I’m not very proud of this but I did get a pretty awesome recipe out of it.

As I was looking in my cabinets and fridge for a decent meal, I thought everything was going to be lost. So I searched the internet for 3 ingredient recipes and I cam across one of my favorite and probably easiest recipes by far. Breaded chicken breasts.


 

Now, I know you are thinking. It’s just breaded chicken. Ha! No it’s easy as shit breaded chicken.

Ingredients

2 Eggs

2 Large Chicken Breasts

Ritz Crackers

Butter

Salt

Pepper

^Look at that! That is literally it!

Instructions:

  1. Preheat oven to 375.
  2. Whisk 2 eggs in a bowl.
  3. Mix crushed crackers, salt and pepper in a separate bowl (*I also added a little garlic).
  4. Dip your chicken breast into the eggs, then into the cracker combination.
  5. Place in pan.
  6. Sprinkle the leftover crushed crackers on top of chicken.
  7. Put 4 teaspoons (or how much you would like) of butter around the chicken in the pan.
  8. Pop that bitch into the oven for 40 minutes or until the juices run clear.

Then walah! You have breaded chicken! So freaking delicious! You can thank you me later!

Love,

T


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Writer’s Block

So I have been working on a novel and have been kind of stuck. I would like to share an excerpt in an effort to get some feedback.  My hope is to get constructive criticism and hopefully get out of this rut.

Also, it is currently snowing in Chicago and it’s beautiful!

Please let me know your thoughts!

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“You’re perfect, Vanessa,” he said while his finger gently brushed a piece of hair off of her face. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he moved his hand. She sighed heavily and said “Oh come on, stop. Now, you’re just being silly.” She looks down because she can’t seem to keep eye contact with him for too long.

He looks at her, “you sure can’t take a compliment, can you?” She looks up and then that gorgeous smile spreads across his face and it stirs a very deep sensation within her. She feels her shoulders arch back and her knees push tighter together. She envisions his lips on her neck slowly kissing lower and lower, moving towards her collarbone. “Hey Vanessa, are you still with me??” He startles her and she snaps out of her dream and they continue to discuss work…

9 Months Earlier

“Beatrice, there will be some new changes, again, in the scheduling. I’m sorry to do this but can you stay later today so we can catch up on this work?” she asks her assistant while she is holding a stack of papers. More and more projects were being added lately and it seemed that nothing was going right for Vanessa. She recently accepted a new position as a Director at a firm and she really thought things would get better. She was making more money, recently engaged, but she still wasn’t happy. Her boss really micro-managed her and she could never get anything completed because he always seemed to be standing in the way. He was also very short-tempered and was constantly putting down her and her staff’s work ethic. She has also started a really unhealthy habit of taking down one bottle of wine a night and then passing out due to her building anxiety and alcohol induced sleep.

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Anyway…there is a little slice.  It’s actually the beginning of the novel, so just let me know what you think!

Thanks!

T

This is Why You Should Read Labels…

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Seriously, who reads labels these days?

“Oh cool, lipstick…looks cute!”

“Moisturizer, sweet! Glide that shit on.”

You always think it’s self explanatory, until it’s not.

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The past few weeks, I have been trying to decide on a new foundation. So I have been back and forth from Sephora and Ulta checking everything out. Pretty much everything was way too oily for my skin. I’m thinking to myself, wft?! I then try matte oil control…still greasy. I have the skin of a jellyfish. Gross.

Anyway…the other night, I take my shower, wash my face and then apply my moisturizer (which is fairly new, was using it for 2 weeks). Well, my face starts to burn. I’m like seriously, this is hypoallergenic?!? Mind you, that I have been getting red and it has been burning for about 2 weeks but not as bad as the last time.

So I’m burning and I look at my face an hour later and I’m red. I have a legit burn on my face. I grab the bottle and start reading.

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Well….it says “Moisturizer…..Mask.”  I’m thinking why would it say mask, it clearly says moisturizer. Then I flip to the directions and it says ‘Apply mask and leave on for 3 minutes, 1o minutes, maximum, if you are feeling really dry. Wash with warm water and pat dry with towel.’ Well fuck.

No wonder my skin has been so oily. I have been keeping a constant moisture mask on my face.

Don’t be dumb like me and end up with burn marks all over. Read labels people. I’m just happy it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Always,

T

 

I Am The Worst

Sorry my friends, I know I have been MIA for the past week! I promise I’ll write soon! I love all of you guys and I hope that you have had a great Thanksgiving weekend and all that sweet shit!

Love ya!

T

 

Also, here is a picture of a baby elephant playing with birds. You’re welcome. 🙂

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Oh Boy…

I don’t pretend to know everything about relationships, but I do have a lot of experience. Really, from my own relationships, dealing with my friends, etc. Apparently I give good advice. That sounds braggy. Anyway.

Recently, I got a text from my married girl friend. She thought her husband was cheating on her. This text also came at 2am so I was completely out of it. She began telling me why she thinks her husband was cheating.

The back story is that he previously was texting another woman (also his co-worker) and then hiding it from her. Some how or another, she found out he was texting her and she called him out…everything was squashed and things were good between them again. Back to reality.

Okay…so I get this text from her the other night, thinking her husband was cheating. My first response is, “Why do you think that?”

She told me about his phone going off at 1am a few nights in a row. She was like “wtf?!” Who is texting him this late for the past few nights. Her curiosity takes over, so she decides to go through their wireless online account and found a number that he was texting frequently day and night, almost all day.

At this point, she is pissed. She’s like who in the fuck is this? She goes on Facebook and searches by the cellphone number and finds out it is the previous girl that he was talking to….his coworker. Now I’m awake and completely hype. I’m like “oh no he didn’t!” And she’s all like “Oh girl, yes he did!”

While he’s asleep, she goes through his phone and doesn’t find the number. Then I get a text saying that he has deleted the number from his recent texts! Well, that’s not sketchy at all.

At this point, I am awake and alert, thinking my friend is going to straight murder her husband. (Side note: they have a newborn baby. And the plot thickens!)

He denies that anything inappropriate was going on. I’m not sure how I feel about it. If nothing inappropriate was going on, then why delete the texts?

So what was his intentions? She may have been neglecting him because of the baby and he feels like he needs attention. I’m just not sure. It’s all very strange.

I think when you are married or in a relationship, if you have to hide things then it’s definitely not right. I feel like people shouldn’t even put themselves in that situation. It’s just disastrous and can ruin a great thing. People shouldn’t even put themselves in this type of situation.

What’s your input? What is your definition of cheating?

Side note: Women are smarter than they put on. We are also good at getting information. Just saying.