The Pit of Despair

It might be the scurvy talking, but Stephanie, you're missed greatly around here. There are only so many saturated fats and overly processed sugars a man can eat before he misses his wife with an unmatched intensity so fierce that even the fresh baked Albertsons nectar can no longer satiate him.

While I lay awake tonight, high on my HFCS, I will continue to count down the days until we are reunited.

20... 19... 18... 17... 16... 15... 14...

Vranizan Post Failure:

Well folks, by now, you've probably stopped checking our blog - because lets face it - we've failed.

Those of you who have talked to David in the last few weeks have noted my absence, or have heard his lamenting about our odd lifestyle.  Unfortunately, its that time of year - the time of year where I work crazy rediculous hours and leave my husband at home to fend for himself for weeks on end.  Between now and our last post, we have managed to make a few homemade meals during the weekends when I'm home, but nothing very post-worthy or notable. 

Don't give up on us yet - when things slow down - as they inevitably will when I return from travels at the end of March - check back in on us.  We'll start cooking again soon - I promise.  The meals on the road are not glamorous by any means, and David will eventually get tired of eating pizza rolls :)

Turkey Pesto Burgers

Finally - I made a decent meal this week.  David has been fending for himself as see below, and I made tacos the other night - but those weren't really post worthy.  Today at work, I was craving Red Robin a bit, so I came home and made these burgers as a healthier and cheaper alternative.

1 lb lean ground turkey
Couple tablespoons of pesto
Shake or two of parsley
Small handful of grated montery jack cheese
Palmful of breadcrumbs - to help hold it all together

I'm not a fan of touching moist raw meat, but I took one for the team to make these tasty burgers.  We even busted out our tiny little George Foreman grill (poor guy only fits one burger at a time)

The burger satisfied my cravings - but had to sacrifice the bottomless fries.

Chicken and Potato: CRITICAL FAILURE

Alternative Title: Steph lets David cook.

Well. That was certainly an adventure. Let me I'll give this recipe in first person and present tense:

• First I cup up the chicken into bite size peices. Unfortunately we only had skin-on and bone-in chicken thighs. I should have taken this as a sign, but I ignorantly continued on
• Shake up the bite size pieces of chicken with 2 tablespoons of flour, 2 teaspoons of paprika, and on a whim, a ton of powdered red pepper and other hot things I could find in the kitchen. This would prove to be a critical mistake
• I shook and distributed over the chicken, threw it into a pan on Med-High and cooked with some a ridiculous amount of garlic, mushrooms, and whatever other random things I could chop up and throw in.
• At this point, it started smoking. I was having a hard time being near the smoking inferno. Jake started snorting/coughing uncontrollably. It seems I used way too much red pepper. I saved Jake by letting him outside, and tried to brave the smoke as best I could.
• I opened most the windows, but it did little to clear the fog. Bella started bleating her discomfort, and orbit tried to claw her way out the window. I pictured Stephanie finding me in the kitchen: Killed by cooking.
• However, all ended up well. The smoke cleared and I seemed to have some kind of edible mess.
• I threw it onto a potato.
• I may never cook again.
  

Steph's poor pan...