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And the opposite of awesome is…

27 Aug

Your refrigerator dying. Yeah… so that happened to us yesterday.

My husband actually noticed on Friday evening that the fridge didn’t seem very cold. He went to a bachelor party that night and wasn’t home again until Sunday and he brought it up again. Clearly I didn’t notice it getting progressively warmer while he was away…

The milk had gone sour, and it was a similar sight in the freezer – ice cubes (aka wine cubes, broth cubes, lime juice cubes… all the things I freeze in ice cube form) were melting! So off to Home Depot we went (we don’t mess around!). When we bought the house in March we had plans to slowly upgrade all of our appliances (none of them match, are of varying ages, and this fridge is straight up old school white), so I mean it’s not REALLY that big of a deal that we had to buy a new one so soon. The only thing I’m worried about is losing the food! Have I mentioned I freeze everything? Have I also mentioned that I asked for and got a basement freezer for my birthday 2 months ago?? Um, yeah, THANK GOD FOR THAT! Our freezer is now only as cold as a refrigerator, and our refrigerator is as cold as… well, nothing really. All that’s left in there are beverages and produce. I moved all the refrigetator items to the freezer half of the non-functioning refrigerator, and all the freezer items are in the basement. And when I say “moved” I mean “frantically threw everything” into the basement freezer.

this WAS only half full before yesterday…

Not to fear – I saved the wine cubes!

refusing to let the wine cubes die

Oh, right, and I put all dairy products into a cooler. We bought it this summer and just noticed yesterday the label says “guaranteed to keep contents cool for up to 5 days!”. Let’s hope so!

(Our new fridge is being delivered tomorrow.)

-C

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Baby Proofing Our House

9 Aug

My friend Lela is coming to visit this weekend with her baby/toddler. I keep calling him a baby, but he’ll be 2 in October, so that makes him a toddler… right? I think? You’ll find out in a minute just how baby clueless I am.

My family had no young children for like 18 whole years. Well, I mean my family that I see most often. First cousins. Second cousins and beyond there were probably some young’ins, but I was never really around them. My brother was the youngest of all us cousins for I think it was 18 years. Now there are two little ones, one who’s almost 3, and one who’s 2 weeks! But I still don’t get to see them that often. And, I’m racking my brain here, but I think the only (close) friend I have who has a child is the one coming to visit this weekend.

I don’t know anything about anything when it comes to kids. How old are they when they start walking? Talking? Driving? What do they eat? What do they watch on TV? Do kids still know how to get to Sesame Street?

So I’ve been bombarding my friend with emails concerning what he will eat and what kind of baby proofing I may need to do. Lol. Lucky for me, we have the puppy, so we already have some baby gates in place and there’s pretty much nothing on the floor or her height that she can get to, which, to me, can only be a step in the right direction for a 2 year old… right? Oh right, but my dog doesn’t stick her paws into electrical sockets (according to Lela, her son doesn’t either, but I did think about it – and obviously asked her). I also realized last night my dog also doesn’t reach for things (it’s that lack of opposable thumbs thing, I think) or open cabinet doors. We have lotttts of cabinet doors.

Lela said to just try to move things 3 feet off the ground. Which is kind of impossible in our guest bedroom unless I take everything off the book shelves. So I decided to just leave things I wouldn’t mind getting tossed around a bit, if it came to that. I do have the bookshelves covered in lace, so maybe that will deter him? Or maybe not. She also says that he doesn’t seek out to destroy things. Really?? Not all boys are like that? Because my brother sure as hell was! I’m pretty sure that’s why I am the way I am with all of my things. I keep my belongings nice because my brother always ruined his (and sometimes mine). Anyway, I started moving breakables up higher, but then I was like, OH NO, what if he reaches up for it and it falls on his head? Oh god. So basically I’ve kind of given up, because I don’t feel like installing 5 foot high floating shelves all around my house in order to keep things from breaking and/or being reached for. Lol. I seriously don’t know how parents do it – how do you permanently baby proof your house?? I’m literally going to have to do just that (the 5 foot high shelf thing) when we have kids. I can’t think of any other possible solution to keeping a child (not a visiting one, but a live-in one) from A – destroying things and B – not hurting themselves on things. LOL but not really because I’m serious.

Food! I asked around and got some suggestions on food he would eat. Lela said he’d “eat anything” which was totally unhelpful because OBVIOUSLY I was going to go out and buy things for him. This is the first baby/toddler/child of any sort that has EVER been in my house (let alone any of the apartments I lived in before). Just like I like to be accommodating for my guests, I need to be baby accommodating, too. Well, to an extent. I’ll let him play with my stuffed animals, but I’m not going to go out and buy him any toys or anything… ok really the only reason I’m not doing that is because I have no idea what’s age appropriate.

Otherwise I totally would.

But I digress. Back to food. As I was shopping for kid friendly foods (according to my research), I realized something interesting: My husband and a 2 year old pretty much have the same taste in food. I ended up buying things that I would buy for my husband if I were going to be out of town and he had to fend for himself. Mac n cheese, yogurt, and cereal. I was going to buy those smilie fries they make, but decided they were disgusting and if he didn’t like them I didn’t want to be stuck eating them. Plus we already have sweet potato fries in the freezer, so I figured he’d probably eat those. Maybe? I think the only thing I actually ended up buying for him, that wasn’t just an excess for my husband’s stockpile, was apple sauce. Oh, and cheese when she told me he’d eat cheese for hours.

Do 2 year olds drink kool-aid? I keep buying packets of kool-aid and don’t think I’ve made a pitcher in like 5 years. So really I’m just looking for an excuse to make me some kool-aid.

Also, I was way too happy when I realized I still have my rubber ducky towels from college. Go me! Kid friendly towels. Oh, and matching nightlight. Score. He better be all “I love these towels and nightlight!”

Or wait, maybe he can’t speak full sentences yet. I guess I’ll take “ducky”.

-C

Theme Parties Are Awesome – Christmas In July (Post Party)

1 Aug

 

banner made last minute… the “happy birthday” part never made it out. oh well!

Sorry.

SORRY. I know. I say “stay tuned” and then get busy… and… ok fine, A LITTLE lazy.

So you want to know how the party went, right?

Well, in true MY HUSBAND fashion, it did not go off without a hitch. Let me just tell you the whole story:

Our ruse was that our friends Cassie, Sarah, and Stevon were coming up to visit another friend of theirs Friday night for his birthday, but that they were going out of town the next day so they were going to stay with us Saturday night. My husband is seriously the hardest person to get out of the house. EVER. No joke. Nothing we came up with would have worked without him being suspicious. The best thing we got was him taking Stevvy to yoga, but I knew he’d be super embarassed coming back all sweaty to a bunch of people at his house. So… basically I just told him that when they got there, us girls needed to go to the store to run wedding errands (Cass is getting married SO SOON!), and that when we got back we had to do wedding crafts and that the boys needed to leave the house at that point. When I first told him this plan, he didn’t question it, because he had just come home from having drinks with a friend, and was just tipsy enough to not care, lol. But then, of course, he started questioning it. “What are we going to do?” “Why can’t we be here?” “How long do you NEED?” I am kind of a really bad liar, so when he asked these questions I was just like “I don’t know” “I don’t know” “I don’t KNOW”. Which actually worked to my advantage because eventually he came to the conclusion that we were helping Cass do a super secret wedding craft for Stevvy. So, I went with that, because it meant Stevvy absolutely couldn’t be around.

What I wanted to happen, was them to hang around the house while we did our errands, and then leave when we did our crafts. Since I know how hard it is to get my husband out of the house, I knew I wouldn’t have long, so I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay out for BOTH things. Just before we were leaving he asks Stevvy if he wants to go to the bar for a few beers. WHAT? NO! (was my actual response) And then I asked what he would do when we came back, if he went to the bar now. He said “walk the dog”. Ok, my husband takes the dog on long walks, but no more than 45 minutes. “How long do you think crafting takes? You need to be gone longer than it takes to walk Stevie.” He seemed to agree and accept what I was saying, and now, remember, HE thinks HE’s the one keeping Stevvy out of the house. When, in reality, it’s Stevvy keeping HIM out of the house. Win-Win, right? Off we go to run errands.

Then Cass gets a text saying they’re at the bar. SONOFA– are you kidding me?? So when we get home, I text my husband asking where he is, and when he says the bar, I say you better text me when you leave because we have to hide all the crafting stuff. Oh, btw, we told Stevvy to keep my husband out until 6pm. They probably went to the bar around 3.

They BOTH text us at 5:30 saying they’re on their way back. Because of course they do.

I literally RUN down the street (we live in a small little area between two dry towns, so all the bars are in walking distance), and try to intercept them. If they get down our street, game over. I’m running, in flip flops, because we have like nothing set up at this point. We had like a table and a cooler. I see them from afar (luckily Stevvy wore a red shirt that day) and quickly decide to run back and get the dog and make them walk her. I do this and tell them both they can’t be back until 6. They reluctantly agree and mumble something about coming back earlier if they have to go to the bathroom. Oh great. Just what I need. OK FINE TEXT ME IF YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM. Geez.

Off they go, back to the house I go. Ok we have 30 minutes. I’m lucky to have such helpful friends, let me just say that! Chopping fruit and veggies, running to the store for ice, setting up tiki torches and christmas lights. Oh, remember those duffel bags of decorations I prepped? Yeah, they never even saw the light of day. *sigh* The Christmas tree didn’t even get set up. I really wanted to do that! But luckily I had gone overkill on the food and chose things that were Christmassy, so they made up for it. Also the Christmas lights. Those were essential.

I didn’t even have time to put makeup on. I think I’d put on eyeliner earlier in the day?? And maybe (hopefully) deodorant?? I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to wear.

They texted us as they were walking up the street, and we pretty much just had to stop doing everything and get ready with our noisemakers when my husband starts walking up the driveway. He sees me, and has this confused look on his face. Even though we had just squealed our noisemakers at him, and I am now wearing a green dress versus the shorts and tube top I was wearing 30 minutes ago when he saw me, all he wants to know is why there’s an extension cord in our driveway (for the lights). Really?? Not why all these people are here, or why there’s all this food outside… just why there’s a GD extension cord in our driveway? Lol. To say the least, he was confused. Then he got it, and was really happy. I felt bad because there were a lot of people who couldn’t make it, but he was really happy that all the people that did were there. It also may or may not have had something to do with the fact that he and Stevvy had had FOUR beers while they were out. Way to go getting him drunk before his own party Stevvy!

Ok all that stress put aside, it turned out to be a good time. We had yummy food, pretty lights, and perfect weather. It had been close to 100 degrees here in the days leading up to the party, but it was only mid-80’s on Saturday. We got to sit in our back yard with our firepit for the first time since moving in (I love a good firepit!), and people got to see the house and meet the pup.

Ok now for the pics.

 

Christmas tree shaped veggie tray and Christmas shaped pizzas! Tree, candy cane, and Santa (I see it now, but totally couldn’t that night, lol)!

 

 

boom

 

bread bowl “wreath” – note the red pepper bow at the top!

I think I mentioned that I had to do some cooking at my neighbors – yeah, my 8lbs of pork in a crockpot at their house! Well my awesome neighbors also were truly awesome enough to pull off a couple ideas I threw their way – which were the Christmas shaped pizzas (although they came up with Santa on their own!), and the bread bowl wreath. I mean, how cool are our neighbors?

So, uh, I also had decided we were having beef and black bean burgers (we had a couple vegetarians)… and was inside prepping those things for quite a while since people were probably getting a bit hungry at this point. Anyway, my point is that I didn’t have much time to snap photos, and sorry this is blurry, but here is where we spent most of our night:

yay firepit and tiki torches! bugs be gone!

It may have been his “birthday” party, but that didn’t mean he got off the hook for cooking the burgers.

MIL – remember that apron? I was lucky enough to find it in the basement at the last minute!

Have I mentioned how much I love having a Christmas Tree Shop right by my house? We ran there on our “wedding errands” (aka liquor and tiki torch run). How perfect are these plates?

flamingoes wearing santa hats = awesome

I really wanted to do a lot of things, but one that actually got done was a holly in a mason jar with cranberries and candles project. It turned out super cute – we have holly in our backyard and even though I was unable to find cranberries in the store, pulled some sort of other red berries off one of the many unidentifiable plants in our backyard. Thank you Cass for putting it all together for me!

I’m not mentioning any names, but somebody was exhausted the next day.

it’s hard work being a puppy.
PS: she snores.

Also, I’d bought her a Christmas bandana to go on her collar and totally forgot to put it on her. So then I made her wear it for 3 days after the party until my husband made me take it off. Stevie and I decided she needs to have one for every holiday.

yup, still sleeping

-C

Aside

So Long Austin

26 Apr

I was in Austin, TX last week for a conference. It was not awesome. Well, Austin was not at least. Sorry if anyone else enjoys it, but my first experience in Texas, specifically in Austin, was not a great one. Sure, it was cool that we had a conference event at Austin City Limits, and heard some decent music, but it was just kind of… eh. The crowning moment was on the last day we were there when someone stole my cell phone just after I posted this picture to facebook:

not the statue, just the W's Willie Nelson tribute nextdoor

We were at the Willie Nelson statue unveiling at Austin City Limits – SO cool, by the way, but apparently someone decided to ruin that, too. For those who have already heard about my phone being stolen, sorry, but just one more time: I’m so sad because I had so many (literally, thousands) pictures and videos on that phone – mostly of my guinea pigs… past and present. 😦 I don’t give a hoot about the phone, I just wanted my damn SD card back! The worst part is I knew I was going to lose my phone. I bought an SD card reader months ago and tried to get all the pictures off because I was scared something would happen and I would lose everything. However, for some reason the card reader would only upload my older pictures, as in, pictures from my LAST phone, prior to getting this one a year and a half ago. I kept trying to make time to figure out what was wrong with it, but never did. And now I’m mad and sad.

Ok done complaining. Nothing I can do about it now, afterall. (PS: Yes, it was definitely stolen – I had this thing called “Where’s my droid” downloaded and could see the GPS coordinates an hour after I lost it saying it was 13 miles outside of Austin. PPS: Karma apparently is a b*$%& because I have found and returned several cell phones in my day, but she wouldn’t give me mine back.)

Ok NOW I’m done.

Let’s focus on the awesome: Seeing Willie Nelson, and hearing him sing two songs, that close, was pretty frickin’ cool. Luckily my camera wasn’t stolen.

the man

singing "Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die" (I'm pretty sure he seriously wants this to happen)

the man and his statue

 

While I was away, I left my husband with enough food to last him at least 3 days (so he had to fend for himself for 2). When I got home he told me if I’d been gone another day he’d have had to go hunting for his food. “What, at Wawa??” I asked. The thought of him attempting to hunt anything makes for a very funny picture! He can’t even “hunt” for where I moved the cereal in the pantry!

I haven’t been home for a full weekend since the first weekend we moved in. It drove me crazy when we were in Austin just thinking of all the things I could be doing at the house instead. I was tired and sad/mad (about my phone) when I got home on Saturday, but Sunday couldn’t sit down. What I’m most proud of accomplishing that day – organizing my pantry. How ridiculous is that? Also, how ridiculous is it that 4 days later I’m still proud of it?? When I was unpacking the kitchen, I just put anything anywhere so I could get rid of the boxes that stood between me and my kitchen table. I couldn’t cook a full meal for weeks because I couldn’t deal with the frustration of not being able to find anything! So organize, I did. I even separated it by cuisine and meal types. (Mexican, Italian, baking, etc.) You don’t have to tell me, I know I’m crazy. Crazy like a FOX who knows where everything is! Ahhh…

Also, my husband now has his own shelf, which includes: tea, keurig k cups, nuts, mac and cheese, marmite, granola bars, and cereal – the only things he uses when I’m not around (he doesn’t cook… at all). Trust me, this is necessary. I don’t want to hear “I can’t find where you hid the mac and cheese!” when I’m out of town and can’t physically point to it, because telling him where to look just does.not.work. So my husband now has his very own shelf. Problem solved (…we’ll see about that!).

Now that I’m going to be home for a weekend, I’ll be getting some projects started and finally be able to share something other than anger and tears! Ha.

xxx

We Moved…

6 Apr

And while we’re very happy with our new house and home, there’s a bit of a damper on it at the moment.

On Monday, when I was leaving for work, I saw my baby (guinea pig) PC hadn’t eaten the carrots and grass I gave to him the night before. When guinea pigs don’t eat, it’s a serious problem. No, I’m not joking. Their livers can shut down within 16-20 hours if they’re not eating, and usually it’s a symptom of a very serious illness that needs to get checked out by a vet immediately. I came into work that day, but couldn’t stand not being home to help him if he was really sick, so I took my laptop to work from home for the rest of the day and try to nurse him back to health.

When I got home, he still hadn’t eaten anything, and was in the same spot I had left him in that morning, wrapped up in a fluffy towel in his cage (also not a good sign, guinea pigs move around a lot). I went to the store and bought some baby food because I read online that you can feed that to your pig with a needleless syringe if they’re not eating (which I have on hand from my last guinea pig’s long illness). He took some of it, and I made him drink some water, but I still called the vet because he just didn’t look good. The vet came to the house (I found a mobile vet right in our area, which was awesome considering A – our old vet would’ve been over an hour away now that we moved and B – it’s really hard to find vets that will treat guinea pigs, and this one did.), did a full check of him, and said he probably had a stone (since he also was unable to go to the bathroom) or a bladder infection. She left us with meds, including antibiotics and pain medicine, and I was supposed to check in with her the following evening to find out how he was doing and to discuss if he needed an xray and possibly surgery.

wrapped up in 30 blankets

I held him for a long time that night, wrapped up in, oh, like 30 blankets. We all like to be comfy when we’re sick! I’m glad I took the time to hold him that night because when I got back from work on Tuesday evening, he was gone.

It’s hard to ignore the coincidence that we had just gone through a move; hard to think that didn’t have something to do with it; hard to not think “When I gave him a bath the other night, did I not put enough blankets around him, and did he get sick?”

little begger

He was perfectly fine over the weekend. Eating and running around in his cage, begging me for treats. He was old, but hadn’t experienced any “aging” symptoms. The vet was surprised when I told her he was 5 because he looked so young. Out of the blue, he got sick and died on me. But apparently guinea pigs don’t usually show symptoms of illness until it’s too late. So I’m going to try to force myself to think that nothing I did had anything to do with it, and it would have happened regardless of location or bath or anything, because there’s nothing I can do about it now.

I know most of you will never know how close of a bond you can get to a guinea pig, but trust me when I say it’s just like a dog or cat. It really, truly, is. So if you’re thinking “it’s just a guinea pig”, think of how you would feel if you lost your dog or cat, and that’s how I feel right now. I was pretty much totally numb for 2 days, with Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb” on repeat in my head, and I can still feel the crying eyes soreness. Also, because I’m weird, apparently I use my jaw an awful lot when I cry, because, yeah, it’s still sore, too!

Anyway, I know I was trying to keep this blog less personal and more focused on things that people who don’t know me would also be able to relate to, but I think this deserves an exception.

PC died a year and 3 days after Scooter (and most of you will have read my broken-hearted post about Scooter). It’s really hard to have them both gone now. (Yes, I still have another guinea pig, but they were my babies that I had for 5-6 years).

Scooter & PC, back in the day

Next week we’ll talk awesome, non depressing stuff. Promise.

xxx

Moving Mumblings

23 Mar

Know what you find when you’re packing up your life?

Let me rephrase that: Know what you find when you’re packing up your life and the last time you moved was less than 2 months before your wedding so at the time you just threw everything you owned into boxes and didn’t actually go through anything?

A lot. But more specifically:

– The frozen zucchini you really wanted to cook with when your husband (who hates zucchini) was out of town, but couldn’t find a couple months ago.

– A $100 Bed Bath & Beyond gift card from your wedding shower that you never knew you had. (Awesome!) It was in a box with another gift the person had given me and I never realized a gift card accompanied it! Glad I hoard boxes and didn’t throw it out!

– A photo of you and your best friend at the Jersey shore about 1,000 years ago. (You also realize your husband never knew she was once blonde – so weird to me?!) Also, apparently I was Brazilian in high school. And we liked Vin Diesel.

– The ticket to that grilled cheese and beer tasting I told you about a while ago – it was only September, not a year ago like I thought! Phew. I guess that means I’m only kind of losing my mind.

– Remember the free AOL discs they used to send? I can’t be the only one who deleted all the AOL stuff and used them to store school work and stuff on… can I? And no, I didn’t throw them out after I found them. I need to see what’s on them first! And yes, my computer still has a disc drive.

– Every cell phone you’ve ever had. Ever. Minus the one I gave to my mom as a backup.

– Keys to places unknown. PS – Where can I get a skeleton key? The bedroom doors in our new house are all those old (um, and cool) locks that only a skeleton key will work in.

6 days until we move into our very own house. I can’t even put into words how badly I can’t wait for this! Sayonara a*&$@#% landlords. And living amongst a sea of boxes.

Marathon packing ahead of us this weekend, but tonight – TONIGHT! I get to FINALLY go see Hunger Games!

I have had March 23rd on my calendar for MONTHS.

Bought my tickets February 27th.

Reprinted my tickets again today JUST IN CASE I am unable to locate the ones I printed 3 weeks ago.

Wore my hair in a braid today in homage to Katniss (see above).

I KIND OF wish I had time to reread the first book again before I go. Just because I can’t stand the wait any more. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to see a movie before! And I’m pretty sure I’ve never bought tickets to a movie more than a week in advance. Wowza.

xxx

 

I Made Something Awesome: Sweet Tea Chicken with Mango Avocado Salsa

13 Mar

Get this – my husband FLAT OUT REFUSES to try peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. My husband eats ANYTHING I make him. I don’t even run by him what I’m making for dinner, he just eats it when it’s ready.

Me: Do you like peanut butter?

Him: Yes.

Me: Do you like jam (jelly)?

Him: Yes.

Me: Do you like bread?

Him: Yes.

Me: So then how come you won’t even try peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?? It’s not like I’m trying to make you eat MARMITE or anything. (PS Marmite’s gross, and he loves it.)

He is fully disgusted by the thought of PB&J, and this has caused several arguments now in which I just don’t get the irrationality and he tells me I have to try Marmite first – AGAIN. I have already tried it twice and the second time scraped it off my tongue in the sink it was so bad. No joke. ALSO – he has now stated that he would eat a soft pretzel with jam. WTF. Yes, he is dead serious. What is the rationale here? (This came up because Philly has this weird thing about putting mustard on soft pretzels. Bleh.)

Anyway, just had to share that.

I made something awesome last night. And exotic-ish. Go me!

Another area of disagreement in my house is whether tea should be hot or cold. My husband, being British, will only drink hot tea (with sugar and milk), and I come from a long line of sweet iced tea drinkers. I have come to enjoy hot tea, but given the choice I’d still revert to my sweet tea (or Wawa’s). So when I saw a recipe for using sweet tea on chicken, I ripped it out immediately. Then I put it in my recipe folder and found it 6 months later. Or 9. Or 12. I have no idea how long later. Nor do I have any idea what magazine it’s from. So… oops. Thanks whatever magazine I pulled it from, it was certainly a neat idea and I’ll definitely try it again (when we have a grill – it called for grilling but I improvised).

So Sunday afternoon I whipped up a batch up sweet tea, let it chill, and then added a bunch of stuff to it to make a marinade. It was really weird adding onions to my tea.

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rosemary and garlic, too…

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Sweet Tea Marinade
4 cups tea – allowed to cool completely (probably about 45 min or so)
1/2 cup sugar or brown sugar
1/4 cup chopped or sliced onion
1 tsp minced garlic
1 tsp rosemary
2 cups ice

Add all ingredients in a gallon sized ziplock bag, toss in the chicken (whatever chicken you want to marinate – I used drumsticks). Seal and lay in a low dish. Allow to marinate for 24 hours in the refrigerator. The recipe called for grilling, but, well, we’re packing and I didn’t feel like breaking out my mini-charcoal grill for the evening. Can’t wait to get a big gas grill when we move! So anyway, I roasted the chicken in tinfoil on a baking sheet on 450 degrees for 20 minutes.

But wait – there’s more! I haven’t really had time to post about it, but my goal/marching orders for the past few weeks has been to clear out our food reserves. Which has actually been, dare I say, fun! I’ve enjoyed coming up with ideas for dinner from random things we already have around the house. However, I depleted our meat supply in the freezer and had to replenish (since my husband can’t go two days without meat in his meal), so off to the grocery store I went. When I got there they had mangoes and avocados on sale for $1 – so I grabbed some. I figured I’d find something to do with them.

Last night when I was trying to figure out what to make to go with the chicken, I was trying to think of a way to incorporate mango… then I got CRAZY and decided I wanted to incorporate mango AND avocado. Look out! I googled “mango avocado salsa” without too much hope because I knew there’d be mango salsa, but hadn’t ever seen mango avocado salsa. Found one! And it.was.de.lish.

Mango Avocado Salsa adapted from Skinny Taste
1 mango – chopped
1 avocado – chopped
1/2 cup chopped tomato
1/4 cup chopped onion
1/2 tsp minced garlic
2 tbs. olive oil
1 tsp. lemon juice
3 tbs. cilantro
salt to taste

Mix it all, ‘fridge it all. Pull out in 30 minutes and serve with chicken… or tortilla chips. I will definitely be making this again. Also, I still have another mango and another avocado, so I may be making this again soon.

I wish I could share something other than recipes right now with you friends, but unless you want to see my glorious wall ‘o boxes in the guest bedroom… I think that’ll just have to wait!

xxx