Easter week dinners

Sometimes I think making dinners the week after a holiday is the hardest.  There are so many leftovers but not always the things you want to eat for dinner and after a day or two you can really get tired of the same things, and you want to eat them before they go bad. So, here are our last two nights of dinners after Easter. 

For Easter I made Chicken Cordon Bleu and I didn't take any pictures so I will have to come back to that one and make it another time with pictures. We also had a Honey Baked Ham and our families all brought sides and desserts. 

For Monday night's dinner we did a spin on the breakfast for dinner idea. We had Strawberry and Chocolate Crepes. I went off of this recipe. I didn't include powdered sugar and added Hershey's chocolate syrup.  Our strawberries were left over from Easter and our Nana makes them special with "secret sauce" which from what I can gather is sugar and vanilla.

I heated up some of the left over ham from Easter and everyone enjoyed it.

Tonight we had soccer and track practice and by the time I got home to think about making dinner it was 6:45. So I unthawed some organic chicken breasts I had stowed away in the freezer and made asparagus risotto with chicken. I don't know exactly how to describe the chicken but Jack ate all of it and asked for more so it had to be good. Really good.

For the chicken I thawed the chicken and cut it in half and seasoned with salt, pepper, basil and garlic salt with parsley.  I browned them in olive oil in pan, cooking on both sides for 4-5 minutes.  Then I poured in half a cup of left over white wine  from Easter and one cup of chicken broth. I then covered it and let I simmer on medium heat for 10 minutes.

For the Asparagus Risotta I used this recipe but for the first half cup of chicken broth I substituted half a cup of white wine.

 

As a side note, the blog that I found the crepe recipe on I totally fell in love with and decided to favorite. Everyone should check out her blog, it is super cute and well put together. http://www.thekurtzcorner.com/



 

 

I blame my crazy on my mom.

I will start this post with HAPPY EASTER! I hope you and your family had a very blessed Easter. My family and I certainly did.

I am sure I'm not the only mom who does this. (I hope I am not the only mom that does this). I constantly think of all of the things that can go wrong. As my baby climbs the ladder on the wooden play set out back I imagine him falling. I picture exactly how he would fall and look at each and every place he will hit his head on the way down.  In a split second I look around to see how fast I can get to him and scoop him up, where I will run to take him and who I can yell to for help. I do this all of the time.  And it drives me crazy. And I blame this crazy behavior for other crazy behavior...like my constant yelling.

All of this "imagining" makes me crazy and makes me yell, constantly. Usually I'm yelling things like "are you freaking kidding me?", "Stop" and "do you think that is a good idea?". Mostly "Stop" followed by "I'm finished with you", "go to your room" or "you will be grounded". 

The ONLY way to stop these irrational thoughts is to be accompanied by my mom. Sometimes I think she is like a cure to the sickness, she has the irrational thoughts for me. I can take a step back and realize how crazy it is, even role my eyes and make fun of her (like I'm sure my husband and bystanders do of me). But then after she is gone, I have time to think about her concerns and my crazy grows worse.

I'm sharing this on this Easter Monday because while I worry, constantly (and my mom worries constantly) I have also been quietly reflecting on Mary our Mother, Jesus' Mother and been thinking of all of the worry and emotions she must have felt as the mother of our Savior. As I worry that my boys are going to fall on recess when I am not there she was walking with her Son as he fell three times on the way to Calvary.  As I think through every precaution and reaction I will perform to protect my babies from any harm Mary watched as her only Son was beaten, mocked, stripped, nailed and hung from a cross like a criminal. Mary watched as her Son died and was buried, she then suffered worrying and waiting for the outcome He had promised. Mary's Son, suffered, died, was buried, descended into hell and opened the gates of heaven. Mary knew this would happen, she new that as He promised, it would be but I can't help but imagine the worry and sadness in the process.

As my boys become young men of Christ I know that their road won't always be easy. They will fall and get-up, be pushed back and move forward. However, I have to have faith that our Lord will keep them safe (and "free me from all anxiety"?).  While God "gave His only begotten Son" to save man from himself, I think he gave Mary to us mommies as an example for raising our sons.

So, go tell John, Jesus has Risen! what was all of that worrying about?