Chicken burritos

No, I don’t fancy myself The Pioneer Woman, but I thought I’d take pictures of dinner anyway. Gotta liven up the ol’ blog somehow!

Let’s start with the salsa:

1 can diced tomatoes + 1 jalapeƱo + 3 fresh tomatoes (boil the latter 2, peel off tomato skin)

+ cilantro + a splash of tomato sauce =

Now the burritos:

I added garlic salt, pepper, taco seasoning, and some of the chicken stock:

You need a comal if you want to heat up tortillas the proper way:

Add sour cream, cilantro, cheese, whatever your little heart desires. This little heart of mine opted to dip hers in sour cream, and also requested I remove the onions & tomatoes. I decided to “pick my battles” and acquiesce.



School starts in a month. My eldest is entering junior high… what the eff. I feel so old, and yet I’m not… I hate that feeling. Her desk broke when we moved in March, so I started looking for a desk + hutch on craigslist. Found a very nice one for $75, had my husband go look at it after work one day. Told him if it looked good, buy it. So he did. That day it came home, as we were cleaning & arranging it, my husband asked her if she wanted the Twilight books (which I’ve read, but wouldn’t let her). She said yes, because of course she has wanted to read them, and she’s seen the first 2 movies. She asked me if that was ok, so I thought about it. Why did I have to think about it? Why did I never let her read them in the first place? Because they are technically “young adult” books. Key word being, “adult”. They explore feelings & emotions I was not ready for her to be exposed to, even though so many of her friends had read them. (Hello, Eclipse & Breaking Dawn?!)

So, taking all this into account, and the fact that she’s already heard age-inappropriate things at school, I decided I may as well bite the bullet. I told her to close the door. We had “the talk”. She covered her face in disgust. She cried. I was only a wee bit mortified. :p

On an entirely unrelated note, this lonely blog of mine turns 3 next week. Wow. Will I dream up a fancy way of celebrating? In a perfect world, I would. In other words, probably not. We shall see.


hutch + pompoms from our double birthday party

new desk