Maple Pear Chicken Salad

I need someone to name these recipes for me because I stink at it…

I made this up for the Man today, and it was hit so I thought I would share it with y’all.

Maple Pear Chicken Salad

1 8oz boneless, skinless chicken breast cut into three or four pieces

1/2 sweet red pepper, chopped

1 tsp minced garlic

1 bartlett pear, peeled, cored and sliced thinly

3 Tbsp pure maple syrup

1-3 tsp butter or olive oil

salt and pepper to taste

lettuce for the bed

This is a terribly quick and simple meal to make up since I fixed it while getting my bread ready to rise for the day, doing dishes and had entered the final countdown before Alex had to get ready for work.

In a frying pan, over medium heat, I put the sliced pear, maple syrup, butter, garlic and half of the red pepper. Once those things had started to simmer together, I added the chicken pieces and covered the whole bit, then let it cook ten minutes or so while I chopped the lettuce and set the table.

Since stove settings very, make sure the chicken has cooked all the way through. If it starts to get a little dry, add a few tablespoons of water or broth, but if it’s covered, it should stay moist enough.

I put some chicken and a helping of the hot ‘sauce’ on the lettuce that I tossed with the rest of the pepper, it wilted it a little and – viola! Lunch was served…

Sweet, salty, mapley, garlicky – absolutely packed with flavor, we have a winner.


I know this meal isn’t in the Great Chicken Challenge- but it certainly could be. It fits all the criteria – easy, cheap, tasty and happily healthy.

Served 2 people; 20 minutes to make

Per serving:

280 calories (under 300 – yay!)

cost roughly $2.25 cents

This would be delicious with spinach instead of romaine or iceberg lettuce, or adorned with some chopped walnuts… be creative – it’s your meal, Enjoy!

finally, a post about pizza

Well, my threats weren’t so idle after all.

I’ve been threatening to make pizza for weeks now, and last night I finally did it. I made pizza.


How exciting. I love a good pizza pie, be it decorated with a garden of veggies or a simple smattering of greasy pepperoni. I like it hot and stringy *almost* as much as I like it cold and stiff the next morning. Yes, I am that “eating pizza for breakfast” person, and I’m not ashamed of it. I’ve enjoyed pizza with warm root beer and I’ve had it with a few sips of expensive red wine and I must say that it is one of those perfect foods that can hold its own in any meal-time situation.

Pizza has presented itself to me in many different outfits over the years, I’ve had BBQ pulled pork pizza, loaded baked potato pizza, white pizza, red pizza (this is starting to sound like a cheesy Dr. Seuss book…) bacon and red onion pizza, pizza with tomato sauce and pizza with seasoned sour cream – and I’ve loved them all. Funny, I never thought about it until just this moment – I really love pizza! Strange coming from the person who started life as a bizarre girl who would never eat the pizza served at class parties… what was wrong with me? Thank God we grow and change… I can’t say time has erased my tendency to be a bit bizarre, but I have grown into a more normal love of all things PIZZA.

Here they are, looking all good and ready to eat. I made two smallish sort of pies, one sausage and onion, the other topped with three cheeses; ricotta, parmesan and mozzarella.

Baking them was quite the trick in my little oven. The recipe said to preheat the oven to 475 degrees. That’s pretty hot and I honestly wondered if there was any chance the oven would simply combust from the pressure – but it didn’t. I had to improvise a little in order to bake them since I don’t have a stone, nor a baking sheet that is ‘useable’. My little baking tray, the only one we could find that fit in the funny oven, has been systematically destroyed over the last six months. I’m not sure how or why, but it’s warped and bucked and the finish is peeling off.


So, I’ve been wrapping it in foil when I need a cookie sheet, and that seems to work pretty well. It did a more than satisfactory job baking these pizzas!

Pizza Dough

2 teaspoons dry yeast

3/4 cup warm water

2 1/4 cups flour (I used half whole wheat and half all purpose)

1 teaspoon salt

1 1/2 Tablespoon olive oil

I doubled the recipe and after it had been kneaded up and proofed, I split it and put half in the fridge for another day. It worked *fabulously*. I know it seems like a little thing, but it thrilled me to death to have the dough already worked up in the fridge, waiting for me to just roll it out and top it. Perfect!

The yeast gets proofed in 1/4 cup of the warm water until it has dissolved and started to bubble a bit. Then, sift together the flour and salt. Now you’re going to add all the rest of the ingredients, including the proofed yeast, to the flour and start mixing. The dough is going to seem dry at first – I checked and double checked my recipe – but that’s how it is supposed to be. Dump it out on your kneading surface and start kneading. It will quickly become a smooth, rather firm dough. Now you can form it however you like and add your toppings.

** This is the fun part, I might add. The part where my husband comes wandering into the kitchen from the living room where he has been working out (oh my), admires my handiwork then grabs a hunk of the dough and proceeds to try to ‘throw’ it like a professional pizza maker. Hilarity ensues. Have you ever seen the I Love Lucy episode when she tries to make pizzas? It was kind of like that.


The sky really is the limit, folks. You can top your pizza with just about anything you desire – but I don’t have to tell you that! We did sausage and onions and cheese – but there’s no end to options. Any veggie under the sun would be a welcomed addition, as well as bacon, ham, pulled pork, chicken… you get the idea. I *insisted* that we buy a little ball of fresh mozzarella at the store so we could use it on our pizzas and boy was it worth it! I say that like it was wicked expensive, but it really wasn’t. It *tastes* wicked expensive!

For the sauce, I simply pureed some of the chunky spaghetti sauce I had made earlier in the week. I know they sell pizza sauce in the store ready made too, and you could probable get a pretty decent tasting one. OR – *or* just use some sliced tomatoes and fresh herbs – it will sauce itself right up and be *Rustic* which is awesome.

The pies bake at 475 degrees for 10-15 minutes and then they are ready to eat – YAY!

It took me a while to get around to it, but Pizza has been made.

we are cheerful of cherries

I have spent the day in intimate conversation with ripe fruit.

Sounds heady. It is. The scent is intoxicating, alluring, exhilarating- everything we grasp for when making our perfumes and fail.

I have handled a thousand cherries, their soft little bodies rolled in my hands.

I’ve removed their pits and stripped them of their stems…

Undressed strawberries fresh from the field and tasted them, received their sweetness on my fingers and lips… I am stained.

I’ve preserved them for winter,

when the landscape no longer gives us such juicy gifts as these,

and summer is a memory.

We will go on being stained and entranced by them.

10 Things Tuesdays…

Is it just me – or do I hate Tuesdays? They seem a little insipid to me, they don’t carry the dread of Monday, or the relief of Friday, they aren’t in the middle or the end – they’re like an early Thursday – and everyone *knows* what Thursdays are – something we have to get through to reach Friday. What do we get when we get through Tuesday? Wednesday.

How exciting.

So – let’s talk 10 Things.

Every Tuesday, I’m going to list 10 things, random things that are totally subject to my whim and will. You are more than welcome to join me, if you so choose.

Link up, comment  – send a smoke signal, share your own 10 Things. Today’s the day to do it…

This week, it’s 10 Things I love about my husband…

1) I love that he chased a frantic firefly around a dark yard, trying to catch it so that our friends’ 3 year old could see one up close. Everybody now, “Awwww!”

2) I love how he looks when he first wakes up and doesn’t fully realize that he isn’t sleeping anymore.

3) I love the miniature cowlick at the front of his head.

4) I love that he stopped traffic for me once while he was in uniform because no one would let me cross the road. Talk about being treated royally! He always has my back.

5) I love that when he was picking out his truck, while still a carefree buck of a boy, he made sure it had places where a car seat could buckle in, for ‘someday’.

6) I love that, as uncomfortable as it makes him, he lets me cry when I need to.

7) I love that he likes to talk to me as much as I like to talk to him.

8) I love his silent “WOW”. Whenever something really impresses, shocks, delights, surprises or amuses him, he exaggeratedly mouths the word ‘wow’ – but no sound comes out.

9) I love that, even though he is a new believer, he isn’t shy to pray in front of people, or sing the hymns he doesn’t know *perfectly* – I don’t think he knows how rare and precious that it.

10) I love that he giggles when I tell him how handsome is and says, “Don’t worry babe, we’ll get those eyes fixed right up…”

There you go. Tell me 10 things about someone you love…

I’m not sure


This is my husband.
He’s *hiding* under the covers, waiting for me to brush my teeth and do all the girly before-bed things I feel I must.

When I walk back into the bedroom, he’s going to pop out and *scare* me.

I don’t know what I love more- the fact that he thinks he is going to scare me, or the abject horror he will experience when I pretend to have a heart attack after he does.

It’s all fair in love…

Bring Your Own Dressing

I have good news – the woolen underwear is officially being moved to the back shelf of the closet. You know as well as I that this means Winter has finally left the Green Mountains and we have a brief but blissful run of good weather to look forward to. This isn’t the only sign of Summer to be seen; trees have greened, the roadsides are crowded with the faces of eager wildflowers and town greens and city parks are filling up with tents and stands on the weekends – Farmer’s Markets are back in session.

After banishing the winter clothing, my all-time favorite warm weather activity is wandering around at Farmer’s Markets, and we have some wonderful local markets to wander! This is the time in the season when vendor’s stands are usually overflowing with vibrant, fresh-picked greens in all shapes and sizes; spicy Arugula, mild baby spinach, tender Butter Crunch, the ever-elegant Deer Tongue, and an array of wild greens and herbs – I am terribly tempted to bring my salad dressing with me and dine out  – one salad to go, please! After a long winter of store-bought iceberg lettuce, I am practically starved for fresh greens and the sight of them in lovely rows on market benches makes my heart want to skip a beat, and then dig in for lunch…

If I were going to bring my own dressing (I think this could become a popular way to do summer parties – a BYOD salad bar…) I would definitely choose this one, Strawberry Balsamic Dressing. Not only is it exceedingly delicious, but it’s so simple to make and takes about five minutes – Tops. I call it a dressing, but it’s really more of a glaze, which means that the consistency is such that it really holds onto the greens, making every bite a Flavor Explosion. One of our local markets has recently announced that their strawberries are ripe and for the picking, and how perfect is that? Fresh local greens with a homemade, fresh strawberry dressing -it’s a match made in Vermont Summer Food Heaven!


Spring Greens with Strawberry Balsamic Dressing

1/2 cup crushed strawberries

2 Tablespoons extra virgin olive oil

2 Tablespoons balsamic vinegar

1 teaspoon minced garlic

1 Tablespoon water

1 teaspoon sugar or honey

1/4 teaspoon powdered ginger

salt and pepper to taste

A Mix of Fresh Spring Greens

The strawberries, balsamic vinegar and ginger mingle together into a tart, spicy, sweet sort of sauce that perfectly compliments the sturdy texture and often piquant flavor of early greens.

I threw all the ingredients in the bowl of my dear little food processor and zinged away until everything was well blended and then tossed a bit of with my salad greens. Viola! I told you it would be quick! It should be the consistency of a creamy dressing, but it has the health benefits of a vinaigrette, the calorie count being less than 55 calories per serving (2-3 Tablespoons).

This recipe could easily be adapted throughout the summer to showcase different  fruits as they come into their season. Once the strawberries have faded, how about using farm fresh raspberries, or wild blueberries and then ripe peaches? The possibilities are nearly endless.

The salad mix I used included young dandelion greens, baby romaine, two types of oak-leaf lettuce, young swiss chard greens and baby spinach, but feel free to mix your own depending on what the local markets are offering. I have found that if you aren’t sure about the flavor of a certain type of green, the vendor will usually let you have a taste. They are as eager to have their customers enjoy the product as they are for them to purchase it and they love introducing people to the goodness of fresh produce.

So be bold – go wander your local market and see what has sprung up with the fair skies and warmer temperatures. Just be sure to bring your dressing with you when you go!

can I recycle this?

I just got home from work where I spend my time passionately straightening clothing on hangers, telling women that that skirt does *not* make them look fat and drinking copious amounts of bottled water.

It’s my bottle, I refill it from the faucet in the bathroom and feel deliciously good about my recycling habit. I’ve had the same water bottle now for two weeks.


My husband teases me about my love of recycling, insisting that half the things I carefully wash and sort end up in the landfill anyway because they can’t, in reality, be recycled.

“Who recycles receipts?”

His father snorted along with him as they jointly taunted my obsession with saving the world, one tin can at a time.

“I don’t think you can recycle those….”

Yes, you can. They’re shiny paper, which goes in the same big metal container as the old magazines and boxboard.

“Boxboard? What is that even… I don’t think that’s a real thing, love.”

Yes, it is. But only those people utterly devoted to the cause of recycling would know that, thank you very much! Boxboard, shiny paper, junk mail, magazines – they all go together at The Center.

“I think they laugh when they see all your tiny scraps of receipts and things that can’t be recycled… ‘who is this person every week who junks up the works with all this trash – they’re nuts!’…

They don’t laugh. They look at me with serious, appreciative eyes that understand what I am trying to do, how I am being a conscious consumer…

“You know what babe, we’ve gone through a lot less paper towel since you yelled at me about using it for everything…”

My beloved new husband, who, to my abject horror, used paper towel to dry the dishes. Lots of paper towel. My childhood was spent longing for the luxury of paper towels, when we really could barely afford toilet paper. It hurt me in a deep place to see them used carelessly and then thrown away like – – – trash. Before I could pause and regain my ‘good wife’ face, I cried out in shock and pain, “What are you DOING?!?”  He was drying the dishes… he looked scared and guilty, but didn’t have a clue why.

“You know dad,” he said, “we’ve become so good with paper towels, like, we maybe go through one roll a month. One….”

“Your brother researched it and found that it takes more energy to wash and dry cloth towels than it does to make paper ones. You’re not saving anything. Ann, you need to let your past go… you have paper towels now. Use them.”

My father-in-law,  the voice of uncomfortable reason.

“Can I at least recycle them after they’re used?”  Me – grasping at straws. My entire past, my world, my plan to save the earth for my children – all slipping away from me…

His look said it all, and we changed the subject.


The Grubby Munchkin – a free pattern by Andi

Howdy All!
So here’s the scoop; I shut down my Etsy shop last winter after I got married (because I was kinda busy for a while… being married and all) and have been slowly working on a stash of Stuff with which to reopen the shop this August.

So exciting.

The shop is in its roughest stages since I am no whiz at web-design and can barely take a decent photograph, but it’s coming along and I hope the next few weeks will bring forth a lovely, new, fun place full of knitted things*and*such. Fingers crossed…

Until then, I have a pattern to share with you – The Grubby Munchin, it’s a bib I designed a few years back and have been tweaking ever since. After a dozen or so bibs, I think I finally have it where I want it and am ready to share.

This is my default baby gift. I’m not into stuffed animals or baby quilts as gifts (I have nothing against either, I just can’t make them…) and I love this bib because it’s rather durable, easy and quick to make, practical and cute to boot! If I hear that a friend, or a friend of a friend, or a distant cousin of a friend of a friend is having a baby, I get out my size 7s and start a bib. I’ve made so many, I didn’t even have a pattern… until now!

The Grubby Munchkin

2 oz worsted weight cotton yarn

size 7 needles

1 button

Cast on 40 stitches

Work in Seed stitch ( knit one, purl one on one row, then purl the knit stitches and knit the purl stitches on the next… repeat) until the bib body measures 6 inches.

You can see the Seed Stitch detail. I like this pattern because it makes a very fine sort of  fabric. You could easily work in garter stitch (knit every stitch, every row) and have a wicked cute bib, too. These are so nice and thick and absorbent – – it really is delightful.

Once the bib body is long enough (6 inches), work 14 stitches in the pattern, cast off the next 12 stitches, and then work the last 14 stitches in the pattern.

It will look like this:

Now you are only going to work the first 14 stitches for a while, making the first strap. If you had a third size 7 needle, I suppose you could use that for knitting the strap, but I just slide the ‘waiting’ stitches to the back and use that needle.

At the neck, decrease one stitch each row until you have only 9 stitches left on your needle, then work those in pattern until the strap is 7 inches.

Here’s a close-up of the shaping at the neck… I think it looks more ‘finished’ than just leaving it blocky.

Once the strap is 7 inches long, I like to decrease at both ends a couple of times (3 times, to be exact) to round off the top, but that is completely optional.

Bind off.

 Now, back to the other strap, patiently waiting its turn. Join the yarn to the body of the bib, making sure to leave room to weave in the end. Start knitting the second strap, decreasing one stitch at the neck each row until you have 9 stitches. Work those stitches in pattern until the strap is about 6 1/2 inches long.

The button hole: I know there are some fancy ways to make a button hole, but this isn’t exactly a fancy bib, so I work 3 stitches, cast off 3 stitches and then work the last 3. Then, turn the strap, work 3 stitches, cast on 3 stitches using a crochet hook or just yarn overs, then work the last 3 stitches.

The cast off stitches…

The button hole…

Same thing goes for this strap, I decrease at both ends of the next three rows, then bind off all the stitches.

Now it’s time to weave in all the ends, which I find it is easiest to do this with a big-eyed needle and sew in the ends. This little trick changed my life and I no longer faint at the thought of having to weave in ends!

Button time! I like these cute wooden ones because they are nice looking, but not real bulky – this is going to be behind some little sweetie’s neck and it needs to be comfortable.


The bib, she is done! Ready to be packed off for the next baby shower to be attended, or maybe your own little one.

Let me know if you have any comments or questions – feedback is always welcomed!

Ciao, lovely people!

10 things link-up

I was reading a post from Niki over at Meet Your Treat where she talked a little about the anonymity of blogging, and how it can be hard to give people a good sense of who you are, walking the fine line between ‘sharing’ and ‘babbling’. She then shared a few photos of objects from her life and told a little bit about them. Brilliant!

SO – here’s my big idea.

Let’s do a link-up of 10 Things lists. If you read this blog, and would like to get a little piece of who you are out there, you are welcome to join me and share a list of 10 Things – any things, that says something about you that may be hard to convey in a more structured venue. If you have a blog of your own – post something and comment below, leave the link to your site and I promise we will pack up our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and head over to visit. Don’t have a blog? List your things in the comments, and we’ll have an ‘in-house’ showing. I know a couple of you have already done posts like this and if you want to include your ‘old’ Things List – go ahead, but I think it would be pretty awesome if you came up with something new ‘on the fly’.

Who’s with me? Anybody? Am I going to post my 10 Things alone?

We’re bloggers, and readers of blogs – we’re a community of people, let’s communitize. (I don’t think that’s a word, but I’m going to use it anyway.)

Here’s My New List of Ten Things

10 Weird Things That Changed My Life

1) Coconut oil. I am a total frizz-head and have exceedingly dry skin. I found coconut oil and it works wonders on my wild, child-eating hair and scaly skin. (I sound a little bit like a Marvel comic monster there, don’t I?)

2) Florence and the Machine’s “Dog Days are Over”. That song gives me goosebumps – every time.

3) Realizing that Mr. Darcy isn’t a real person. Never was. Never will be. The End.

4) The moment I realized how to count back change.

5) Taking a course on folk weather predicting in High School – I barely look at the weather forecast now.

6) Almond Milk. Amen.

7) Aiding my little milk goat while she was giving birth to her first kid when I was 17.

8) Pad Tai

9) My first Kiss. I know that doesn’t seem all that weird now, but don’t you remember *your* first kiss? It was a little weird, right? Yeah. My husband still teases me about it…

10) Probably the first time I ever made a list and realized that *this* was the way I would structure my entire life from there on out. Listing.

I’m a big list person.

There you go – my ten things. What about you? What are your ten favorite books? Top ten movies? Ten songs you absolutely can’t stand? Ten pictures from your house? Ten places you want to visit? Ten things you’d never do? Have at it, I can’t wait to hear…

My Fair Breakfast

Of all the meals in a day (counting snacks and that bizarre meal eaten while watching a late-night movie that no one has seemed to have given a name…), I have the most trouble with breakfast. It’s a typical love/hate relationship, I know the popular opinion seems to be that it is the most important meal of the day, but how fair is it to hang so much on a meal most of us probably prepare and eat while half asleep? I don’t know about you, but when *I* wake up, my hair – left to its own devices all night – appears to be on the warpath with anything and everything in sight. Am I honestly expected to make a decent omelet under those circumstances? Omelets seem like something that should be taken rather seriously and I can’t take anything seriously while looking like I am wearing a poorly designed circus clown wig.

My inner breakfast conflict has often tempted me to skip the meal entirely, immediately attack my ‘to-do’ list and eagerly wait for lunch. This is *never* a good idea, I repeat, it’s a *bad* idea. The uncomfortable truth is that I need breakfast. My husband needs breakfast. My blood-thirsty hair needs breakfast (just kidding, my hair needs a retired lion tamer).

What’s a person to do?

Meet the meal that changed my mind about breakfast, in fact, it wouldn’t be going too far to say that it changed my whole life – at breakfast.

I found a recipe for Baked Oatmeal. Baked oatmeal is a revelation waiting to happen to *your* mornings, just as it happened to mine.

It’s the perfect breakfast food, being wicked healthy for you (full of fiber and protein while low in sugar and fat)  tasty as all get-out, and easy – I mean ‘pre-coffee’ easy, taking only about five minutes to throw together and 20 minutes to bake. Mix it up, throw it in the oven and then hit the showers – it’s ready when you are. How convenient is that? You can bake your oatmeal the night before and have it for the next morning, or you can *freeze* your baked oatmeal in individual portions and with a few minutes of defrosting, have a convenient meal *almost* at the snap of your fingers. Exciting, isn’t it?


Baked Oatmeal  (Basic Recipe)

2 eggs, beaten or 3 egg whites

1/4 cup vegetable oil

1/4 cup brown sugar

2/3 cup apple sauce

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

1 teaspoon cinnamon

3 cups old fashioned rolled oats

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 cup milk


While your oven is heating up to 375 degrees, mix together the eggs, oil, apple sauce, sugar and vanilla in a bowl. When these things are well blended, add the cinnamon, rolled oats, baking powder and milk.

Pour into an 8 inch square baking dish and then slide it on in the oven. This will bakc for 20 minutes or so. To check it, stick it with a toothpick or thin-bladed knife and if it comes out clean – you have yourself some baked oatmeal!

Now, as I mentioned before, this is the basic recipe, which, while tasting fine, can seem a little dull. The awesome part about this meal is that the variations are endless. I personally like to substitute 1/4 cup of pure Vermont maple syrup for the brown sugar, add 2 Tablespoons of flax seeds and 1/4 cup of craisins or raisins. Yum.

How about skipping the cinnamon and adding a 1/4 cup of chocolate chips? That there’s the best of breakfast *and* dessert. Speaking of which, serve it warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and you have instant deliciousness. Brilliant!

I send a square off with my husband as a mid-afternoon snack, and pack one in my own bag to stave away the 3:00 munchies while I’m at work. Breakfast, snack, dessert – is there anything baked oatmeal *can’t* do? I think not. If we thought about it hard enough, I bet we could come up with a way to make it a satisfactory dinner food, too.

So give baked oatmeal a chance, give your mornings a chance – it might just changed you!