This snow is driving the dogs and me batty. My normally calm, 8-year old Haloti has taken to running through the house, scooping up any old toy, and running through the house growling and snorting at it like a puppy.
I've got all kinds of things to talk to you about today. Slow cookers, chicken carcasses, herbs, veggies, broths, oh my!
To tell you the truth, I haven't bought chicken broth in years. Years. I keep a can of chicken bouillon with my spices, but that's it. I've been making my own ever since I learned this super-simple way to make broth.
Sure cookies are the hip thing at Christmas, and around Valentine's Day, but if we are going to be really honest, cookies are good all the time. They have been the bane of my existence since I've learned how to bake, the reason those last 3 stubborn pounds hang on.
All right, before we get started talking about my favorite casserole ever... let's talk about other stuff. For one, I'm getting out of the house today. Finally! Ok, so it's only because I have a doctor's appointment for my back, but it's a start.
I'm going on my 3rd day of not leaving the house. We are currently buried under 6-7 inches of snow. The roads are snow-covered and icy, and the hubby hasn't even been driving his car. His car has been parked at his office all week, because thankfully, his boss gave him a huge 4-wheel drive truck to tackle the weather with.
I put this recipe on my "idea" list for the blog about 6 months ago. I have a sticky note where I keep all my ideas for upcoming blog posts. I add to it, make something, scratch that off, add a couple more ideas, start the process over.
I think I've mentioned in years past that the hubby and I don't really celebrate Valentine's Day. I mean, he doesn't buy me flowers and chocolate, and we don't go out on this holiday. Valentine's Day is one of the worst holidays to go out for.
There isn't much to this recipe. Olive oil, crushed red pepper, garlic, broccoli, pasta, and parmesan cheese. That's it. That's all you need. Somehow, someway this dish never fails to come together and send me into pasta overdrive.
It's hard to find a person who doesn't like chicken fingers and fries. I mean, really. I'm sitting here, racking my brain, trying to think of someone, anyone I've ever met that doesn't like the combination. It's almost like it's in American DNA to crave those deep-fried, crunchy strips of goodness that we dip into every kind of sauce under the sun.
Happy Monday! Hungover from that stinker of a Superbowl? I'm not happy that the Patriots won. My motto is always, "Anyone but the Patriots". I can't stand Bill Belichick. I can't stand Tom Brady. I can't stand Tom Brady's wife and the way she lords their success over, well, everyone. There are better people out there, humble people, more deserving of such an honor. C'est la vie.
Oh, how I love Superbowl Sunday. It truly is a holiday for me and the hubby. We make hot wings, drink beer, snack on chips and salsa, and oh yeah, watch some football. Our holiday is going to be cut short this year, as the hubby has to work, but we are still making wings. I can't wait.