Cilantro Lime Chicken Breasts

This one had me drooling as soon as I thought about it.  Yum!

Easiest thing in the world...just chop up some cilantro, zest a lime, mince up some garlic, throw it in a zip lock bag with 2 chicken breasts, olive oil, and salt and pepper, let it marinade, and presto!  So easy.

Well, don't forget to cook it, either.

Here are the easy steps for this yummy recipe!

♥  2 skinless and boneless chicken breasts, trimmed of any fat


♥  2 tbsp olive oil (divided)

♥  Zest and juice of 1 lime (reserve the juice for the last 15 minutes of marinating)

♥  1 tbsp fresh cilantro, chopped

♥  Sea salt and fresh cracked pepper to taste

♥  1 clove of garlic, minced

I poked the chicken breasts with a fork before putting it in the marinade so that it would really soak up the flavor.  It worked really well.  Mix all the ingredients for the marinade together, throw it in the ziplock bag, press all of the air out of the bag so that the juice surrounds the chicken, and let it marinade for 4-6 hours.

Take it out of the fridge, add the lime juice ot the bag, and let it sit on the counter for about 15 minutes.

Heat the 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Once hot, add chicken breasts and cook for 4 minutes then flip. Cook for an additional 3-4 minutes or until juices run clear. Remove from heat and let sit for at least 5 minutes before serving.

I served it with Mexican rice, chips, and salsa.  Jesse said it was a winner, and that's all I need :-)

Proof that I don't Use the Word "Hubby"

I've never liked the word "hubby."  It seems to emasculate everything about being a strong, supportive, loving husband.  I always kind of cringe when I hear people refer to Jesse as my hubby, so I was surprised when he used the word on Saturday night on our way home from Emily's wedding.

"I can't wait til Emily and her new hubby come back from their honeymoon so that we can spend time with them,"  He said.
Unsure whether he had said "hubby" or "honey," I asked Jesse what he had called Arlen.
"Her new hubby..."  He said, somewhat unsure now.  "Well," he stammered, trying to catch himself, "I guess he's been her hubby for a while now.  I meant new husband."

I looked at him with a laugh and explained that "hubby" means "husband."

Surprise came over his face.  "Oh!" He said, "I thought it was like, "honey," or "sweetheart," or something."

Hee hee.  He's so cute!

Riley

One of the 3rd graders I have in my math class this summer cracks me up!
He is always moving around, always getting in to something, and always saying something hilarious.  Here are my two favorite moments from yesterday and today:

As the opening activity for a lesson on solving math problems by drawing picture representations, I wrote this problem on the board:

If Cala has 3 pretzels, find out how many pretzels each of her friends has:
Courtney has 6 more pretzels than Rashaun
Rashaun has 2 fewer cookies than Taisha
Taisha has twice as many cookies as Cala has.

I drew four stick figures up on the board and wrote a name under each to make it easier for the kids to solve.  As we figured out how many pretzels each friend had, we wrote the number under the stick figure.  Once we had solved the entire problem, I told the kids that they could throw away the scratch paper they had used, and get out their math books.

"Mrs. Brubaker, I can't throw this scratch paper away!  There's a war on it," Riley cried.
Completely puzzled, I told him that there was no war.
"Yes, there is," He yelled, and running up to me, he took the dry-erase marker out of my hand and drew a bow and arrow in the hand of each of my stick figures.  Each arrow was pointed at the stick figure to the right, and the last stick figure's arrow went underneath the stick-figure-gang and came up to shoot the first stick figure. 

What an imagination!  No wonder he can't concentrate on his assignments :-)



And then today, Riley interrupted me during our lesson to ask me if I had any children.
"Nope," I replied with a smile, "just you guys!"
"Ohhh..." Riley's face turned up into a slow smile, "So, we're like, your reinforcement family?"

Laura: World Traveller

My 17 year old sister, Laura, is on a plane headed to Prague right this very minute.

Please pray for her as she joins the missionary team in the Czech Republic and serves God's little ones there!

Laura will be there for month working alongside missionaries and teaching children about God's love for them.

I'm so proud of her!  What an amazing opportunity.  I can't wait to hear all about her experiences!

For a smile and to reminisce, you can check out the video our friend Katrina made last year, starring Laura.
Laura finally gets to be a world traveller!  In GRAND style :-)

We love you, Lou!  Stay safe and have lots of adventures!

Elevator Pitch

The first day challenge is to really figure out what the purpose of my blog is.  How does this sound?

Blog Title:  Happy Homemaker Me

tagline: finding joy in the little things...one laundry pile at a time.



short elevator pitch: Inspiring woment to take joy in their home


long elevator pitch: Happy Homemaker Me is where I want women to go when they are looking for a new recipe, wanting inspiration for a new craft project, seeking encouragement, or just wanting to feel like they've just had a chat with an old friend. I want to welcome their ideas, make them feel like they belong--as if a little piece of Happy Homemaker Me is theirs as well.


I began keeping this blog as sort of an online journal for myself, but as I continue to write it, I realize that I want to share my thoughts with others instead of just keep it for myself. That's why I'm excited about learning how to modify my blog to be something that can be enjoyed by others

That's a start...what do you think?

Revamping Happy Homemaker Me

I've caught the blog bug!
I've been wanting to learn new blogging tricks and tips for a long time, and today I stumbled down a rabbit hole.



BlogFrog, SITS, and ProBlogger have all collaborated to create a 31 day challenge to better blogging, and I'm excited to be a part of it!

I'm hoping to learn lots of ways to make my blog more approachable, more user friendly, and lots more fun :-)

Hold on to your hats, and join me, if you'd like!  It's going to be an interesting month!

Wait For It...

My sister Kate cracks me up.
Her class was cancelled today, so she got to our house way early (I've mentioned that she's been living with us this summer, right?)
Anyway, by the time I came home around 9pm, she was bored to the point of turning into a zombie.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, let's do something!" She wailed listlessly. 

Jesse is coming home tomorrow, so I've got lots of things to do to get the house ready for him.  Well...let me clarify: He's a guy.  He could care less what the house looks like.  But I'm a woman...particularly a homemaker.  And if Jesse comes home to a messy house, I'm a terrible wife.  In my own eyes, anyway.

So when Kate was looking for something to do while I was running around dusting and putting folded laundry away, I looked at the aging bananas on our counter and handed them to her, along with flour, sugar, baking powder, vanilla, the works.  I helped her preheat the oven and then left her on her own while I went to put away my sewing things.

I was please with how independant she was in the kitchen!  The only time she asked me a question was when she needed to know where my measuring spoons were.  She couldn't find them in the drawer because I had set them on the counter for her. Lol.

I was passing through the kitchen when I saw the bread pans full and sitting on the counter.

Maybe she doesn't know how to adjust the oven racks, I thought.  So I walked over to our cute little 60 year old oven and moved them to the right height for her.  When she still didn't make a move to put the banana bread in the oven, I asked her if she was going to.

"Not yet," She said.  "I'm waiting for the oven to beep."

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, precious child of the nineties!!!