Mama said

Last week, I was whining that I couldn’t eat after my speed-work runs, and my mama said that I would probably feel better when the weather cooled off. Well – Mama knows best. It rained almost all day today – cleared up around 5pm, and I was able to come home from wrok, do a cool 20 min warm up jog, 4x800s and a 10 min cool down -then came home, cooked up a winner of a dinner (more on that later) and ate every bite! I feel so good!!!

Backtrack to lunch.

000_0352

Lunch skewers.

000_0354

Cucumbers, bell pepper, carrots, turkey, and pepper jack cheese. I dipped some of it in ranch dressing, and also brought along this bag of yummies – a peach and trail mix –  but was (surprisingly) full after the skewers and stashed it in my desk for tomorrow.

000_0361

I studied my flash cards during lunch (see upper left hand corner). Just kidding.

Then here is the stellar chicken dinner I made post-run:

000_0367

With a sally

000_0365

000_0366

I made 4 servings of the chicken – mostly because it was all thawed, however – I love making double because that means leftover lunch. Yeah, baby.

Here is the chicky chick recipe:

  • 4 chicken breasts – pounded to about 1/2 inch
  • 1 cup flour
  • 1 tbs chili powder
  • 1 tbs curry powder
  • sprinkle of cayenne
  • salt and pepper e
  • evoo
  • 1/2 cup white wine
  • 1 cup water

I mixed together the flour and spices, then coated the chicken in the mixture. When the pan/evoo were screamin’ hot – I added the chicken (I had to do it in 2 batches because I don’t have a pan big enough for all of it) and browned it on both sides (about 2 min. per side). Then, I removed the chicken to a plate, took the pan off the heat and added the wine and water (caution: there will be a lot of smoke and sizzle!). Next, I returned the pan to the high/medium heat and put the chicken back in. I cooked until the sauce was thickened and the chicken cooked through.

I got the best compliment I have ever gotten from my husband: “It tastes like fried chicken” – and the boy loves him some fried chicken. I win!

I think I hear a spoonful of peanut butter calling my name. Gotta run…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s