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champagnetoasts:

Apparently it’s food week on the blog. 
Dinner at my house (especially in the summer) is a repeat of several menu items. Every once and a while I venture out and try a new recipe or two— but you can typically count on seeing the same food on a 10 or 12 day rotation. Except for pork chops. They happen every week without fail.
One of our favorites is a super easy chicken taco recipe (below). I sometimes serve with homemade pico — or if I’m being lazy, with this salsa. We literally have to buy that stuff by the caseload. Thank God for Costco. 
Chicken Tacos
the players: 
chicken breasts (2-3)
1/2 red onion; diced
vegetable oil (about 1/2 to 1 cup)
handful of cilantro; rinsed and chopped
1 tsp. red pepper flakes
1-2 tsp. of cumin
dash of salt, pepper
cotija cheese
flour tortillas (small, taco sized) 
the play-by-play: 
Wash and clean the chicken breasts. Place in a plastic ziploc bag and cover with vegetable oil. Add chopped red onion, cilantro, red pepper flakes, cumin, a dash of salt and pepper. Seal bag and let the chicken marinate 30 minutes to 1 hour.
Fire up the grill. Grill the chicken until blackened. Shred with a fork. Place chicken, cheese, salsa in the flour tortilla. Chef’s note: you can also use corn tortillas— Blake just has a really odd aversion to corn tortillas for some reason so we use flour tortillas. 
We served with the Barefoot Contessa fresh corn salad (recipe found by my Momma). I could literally eat an entire bowl of that salad in one sitting. It’s that good. 
If you want to make homemade pico— use other half of the red onion from the marinade and mince. Core and chop 2-3 tomatoes, handful of cilantro. Combine tomatoes, onion, cilantro, drizzle of olive oil, cumin, salt, and pepper in a bowl and let sit at room temperature as the chicken marinates. You could also add lime to this— but I can’t handle the taste of lime (think this has something to do with the SoCo & lime shots from college). 

champagnetoasts:

Apparently it’s food week on the blog. 

Dinner at my house (especially in the summer) is a repeat of several menu items. Every once and a while I venture out and try a new recipe or two— but you can typically count on seeing the same food on a 10 or 12 day rotation. Except for pork chops. They happen every week without fail.

One of our favorites is a super easy chicken taco recipe (below). I sometimes serve with homemade pico — or if I’m being lazy, with this salsa. We literally have to buy that stuff by the caseload. Thank God for Costco. 

Chicken Tacos

the players: 

  • chicken breasts (2-3)
  • 1/2 red onion; diced
  • vegetable oil (about 1/2 to 1 cup)
  • handful of cilantro; rinsed and chopped
  • 1 tsp. red pepper flakes
  • 1-2 tsp. of cumin
  • dash of salt, pepper
  • cotija cheese
  • flour tortillas (small, taco sized) 

the play-by-play: 

Wash and clean the chicken breasts. Place in a plastic ziploc bag and cover with vegetable oil. Add chopped red onion, cilantro, red pepper flakes, cumin, a dash of salt and pepper. Seal bag and let the chicken marinate 30 minutes to 1 hour.

Fire up the grill. Grill the chicken until blackened. Shred with a fork. Place chicken, cheese, salsa in the flour tortilla. Chef’s note: you can also use corn tortillas— Blake just has a really odd aversion to corn tortillas for some reason so we use flour tortillas. 

We served with the Barefoot Contessa fresh corn salad (recipe found by my Momma). I could literally eat an entire bowl of that salad in one sitting. It’s that good. 

If you want to make homemade pico— use other half of the red onion from the marinade and mince. Core and chop 2-3 tomatoes, handful of cilantro. Combine tomatoes, onion, cilantro, drizzle of olive oil, cumin, salt, and pepper in a bowl and let sit at room temperature as the chicken marinates. You could also add lime to this— but I can’t handle the taste of lime (think this has something to do with the SoCo & lime shots from college). 

No one ever tells you that people will leave your life, unannounced. Sometimes they leave the earth, sometimes they just leave you. Things continue. Tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will be kissing your eyelids and it will be a new day for you to drink too much coffee and reread an old book. You will be okay. No one ever tells you that, either. Days will melt together like some candle you burned down to scraps, and seasons will change. You will fall in and out of love with yourself more times than you’ll ever be able to count. It is important to take the time to appreciate your own fingerprints, your own skin. There will be days when it is all you have.
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humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

You went from favorite fun chick read to nasty nag in that music festival post. Legit annoyed over the level of Grandma's Get The Fuck Off My Lawn Kids grump. Why'd you even go? Or stay? Maybe you should go get laid, or buy yourself a flower crown. Lighten the fuck up. Shittttt.
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You went from favorite fun chick read to nasty nag in that music festival post. Legit annoyed over the level of Grandma's Get The Fuck Off My Lawn Kids grump. Why'd you even go? Or stay? Maybe you should go get laid, or buy yourself a flower crown. Lighten the fuck up. Shittttt.
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Grocery stores that put the condoms/lube/pregnancy tests right next to the diapers and wipes.
humansofnewyork:

"I took a gap year. And a half. I was feeling a bit lost and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.""Do you know now?""Not really."

Glad I’m not alone.

humansofnewyork:

"I took a gap year. And a half. I was feeling a bit lost and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do."
"Do you know now?"
"Not really."

Glad I’m not alone.

Excerpts from “How to be Perfect”
by Ron Padgett
Get some sleep.

Eat an orange every morning.

Be friendly. It will help make you happy.

Hope for everything. Expect nothing.

Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room
before you save the world. Then save the world.
Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly.

Don’t stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don’t
forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm’s length
and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass
ball collection.

Wear comfortable shoes.

Do not spend too much time with large groups of people.

Plan your day so you never have to rush.

Show your appreciation to people who do things for you, even if
you have paid them, even if they do favors you don’t want.

After dinner, wash the dishes.

Calm down.

Don’t expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want
to.

Don’t be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory.

Don’t think that progress exists. It doesn’t.

Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don’t do
anything to make it impossible.

Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not
possible, go to another one.

If you feel tired, rest.

Don’t be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel
even older. Which is depressing.

Do one thing at a time.

If you burn your finger, put ice on it immediately. If you bang
your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for 20
minutes. you will be surprised by the curative powers of ice and
gravity.

Do not inhale smoke.

Take a deep breath.

Do not smart off to a policeman.

Be good.

Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others.

Do not go crazy a lot. It’s a waste of time.

Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to
drink, say, “Water, please.”

Take out the trash.

Love life.

Use exact change.

When there’s shooting in the street, don’t go near the window.

champagnetoasts:

Poppy Delevingne

Utter perfection. ((via))

champagnetoasts:

Poppy Delevingne

Utter perfection. ((via))

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answers called out ranged from 8oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down.

(via thatkindofwoman)

One of my all-time favorite stress/anxiety metaphors.

(via zombiecuddle)