I’m calling this stew but some might call it chili. Either way, this is an easy, crock pot meal with chicken and Mexican flavors. And yes, it was outstanding so you should totally try it.
A recipe or mention of a Mexican flavored chicken crock pot meal popped up on my FB feed weeks ago and ever since I’ve had it on my mind to want to try something like that. Since I couldn’t remember the original source (and didn’t Pin it like I should have for later reference), I did a quick search for recipes and settled on these two (one, two) for my inspiration. (One day I might trust my own knowledge of complimentary ingredients and flavors but I’m not quite there yet. It is progress though that I put together my own recipe using these as guides rather than just making one of the recipes word for word.)
1 lb chicken
2 cups chicken broth (or water and bouillon cubes)
2 tbsps of our homemade taco seasoning (for a combination of chili powder, cumin, and coriander, as well as a few others)
a few sprigs of spicy oregano from our herb garden (or use 1 tsp dried oregano)
1 lime – zested and squeezed
salt and pepper to taste
cilantro (for garnish)
Just put everything in the crock pot and let it cook for 6 hours on high. Take the chicken out and pull it with forks. Put it back in and serve when ready. You really can’t get much easier than that.
The ‘before’ shot once everything was in the pot.
‘After’ adding the chicken back to the pot.
We have one serving left that Don is having for dinner tonight. Jealous Much! I’m already thinking about how soon I can make it again.
I wouldn’t say that processed food, ready meals and even takeaways aren’t relevant to modern life, it’s just that over the past 40 years there are three generations of people who have come out of school and gone through their home life without ever being shown how to cook properly. ~ Jamie Oliver
Our last Mardi Gras in Lake Charles was a blast! I joined some fellow Coastie families for the Kid’s Parade on Sunday and then we both enjoyed good eats and great times with friends yesterday.
The only shot I got of someone actually catching beads. Definitely wasn’t the easiest thing to photograph.
Tim almost got those ones.
I just thought the Geico lizard costume was super cute.
Tuesday’s Day of Debauchery
Thanks for the good times everyone!
“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.”
“You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing.” ~ E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
2 Guns is about two law enforcement agents who are working the same case undercover but from different agencies with different agendas. One is a DEA agent, the other a Naval Intelligence Agent. I kept thinking during the movie that their ‘intelligence’ was pretty shoddy for a couple of high-ranking intelligence officers and agencies. The plot was all over the place and so much of it just didn’t make sense. I thought the film was going to be funny, and it had a few great lines (which were all in the trailers BTW) and that’s about all it had going for it. I would NOT recommend this anyone.
The Family is about a mob family that is constantly on the move, living in a witness protection program as a result of the man of the family having turned on his mob brothers. The details of why or what the betrayal consisted of aren’t relevant and therefore never fully revealed in detail. The story instead focuses on how the family copes each time they move, how they blend (or don’t) with society, and how the mob continually searches for them and eventually catches up to them. Laced with dark humor and violence, The Family was entertaining. I’ve never seen Goodfellas or any of the Godfather franchise, but I felt that this film would appeal to those that had; there were a few clear nods to past mob flicks. Don liked it and he’s a pretty stiff critic of movies that aren’t fantasy. It had some flaws but it was still worth the watch.
Warren Blake: Have you ever noticed the number of things Dad is capable of expressing just with the word “f***”? Belle Blake: Are you trying to say dad is illiterate? Warren Blake: No, I mean he’s a good old boy, so you know he talks to be understood, not just to sound good. So from him a “f***” could mean “holy sh**, what did I just get myself into” or “great pasta” or “I’m gonna get that guy for that”. So, why do a guy like that need to stay up all night writing? He could already express the entire range of human emotions, with a single word.
~ The Family, 2013
Holy. Cow. I thought Ender’s Game was outstanding. Speaker for the Deadblew my mind. Three thousand years after Ender Wiggin was manipulated and turned into a tool used to successfully annihilate a sentient race, humans are once again exploring the dangerous ground of interacting with an alien species. Reminiscent of Star Trek’s first contact code, humans have adopted a strictly controlled non-interference set of policies dictating interactions with foreign species. But no matter how we try, we still get everything terribly wrong and history threatens to repeat itself when seemingly unprovoked human deaths rock the colony.
The first few chapters were slightly jarring for me, the strange names of people and places and the use of other languages. It has been a while since I’ve read something so complex, perhaps since I read Ender’s Game last September. This is not the light, quick reading of many conventional novels. I felt my mind stretching and working while I read. (Both books.) And it feels amazing. After a few short sessions of only reading a chapter or two at a time I reached a point that I couldn’t put the book down anymore. I literally sat and read for nearly 6 hours straight until I finished. I tried to put it down! I wanted to make it last longer while at the same time I had to know what happened next. Simply amazing. I have yet to re-read a novel to this day but I anticipate I could re-read Speaker for the Dead one day. Powerfully moving in so many ways. I highly recommend Speaker for the Dead to anyone and everyone, especially those who are energized by philosophy, religion, and science.
“It’s the most charming thing about humans. You are all so sure that the lesser animals are bleeding with envy because they didn’t have the good fortune to be born Homo sapiens.” ~ Orson Scott Card, Speaker for the Dead
It’s that time again – transfer season. Our time with Station Lake Charles is nearing its end and we will soon be moving and starting fresh somewhere new. If only we knew where! We’ve been waiting for the official news for over a month. The suspense is dreadful. Are we going to go back to the NW? To the East Coast? Will we stay in the Gulf Coast Region? Maybe today will be the day. (This has been our mantra, every day for the last couple of weeks.)
We’ve had some good times in Lake Charles but we are ready to make the transition to the next adventure. Four years in one place has been hard for our rambling spirits that look forward to the variety and opportunity that comes with moving every few years. This was the longest stretch we had in one place and our feet are itchy to get moving again.
We are on pins and needles to hear where the next landing point will be so that we can start making plans. We’ve discussed so many possibilities over the last month that our heads are spinning with ideas from living in military housing (which would be a first for us), to renting a small apartment for one year to save money and to give us time to search the area to buy a house for the first time, to building our own house even. (Don likes to dream BIG.)
Despite our eagerness to make a change, we will be saying goodbye to many good friends and to many experiences and opportunities that this area has offered. For me, I will always remember Lake Charles as the place where I learned how to ride a motorcycle! I’ve been intimidated by motorcycles my whole life. I loved being a passenger with others: my dad, boyfriends growing up, and with Don over the years. But I never imagined I’d have the courage to ride alone. Our frequent trail riding trips have been a blast and I hope that wherever we move we will still have nearby options for riding off-road. Living ten minutes from a local gun range has also afforded us ample opportunity to go out for a day of target shooting, skeet shooting, or pistol practice. Hardly a week goes by without a trip to the range. It is something I know we will miss. I dearly hope we live near a range again or live near forest land or wilderness that is open to outdoor shooting. Don has been privileged to join some great hunting trips and we’ve enjoyed trips together to New Orleans and southwestern Texas. We’ve even done some fun things with the local community like the Beast Feast and the Color Run. Lots of great memories.
As for the people…so many of you have opened your homes and hearts to us, given us opportunities, and shared your Cajun culture with us during our time here. You’ve stamped our lives with the blessing of your friendship and we will carry the memories and experiences with us always. (Sorry to sound so sappy; we aren’t leaving yet!) I just want you all to know that we appreciate you and that we have enjoyed our time with you in this corner of the world. We’ll make a few more memories before we go.
A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world. ~ Leo Buscaglia