Lemon Rosemary Chicken

Lemon Rosemary Chicken 2

One of my favorite things about blogging is the chance to connect with others, whether it’s through the sharing of our lives, laughter, experiences or our recipes.   Y’all know me, I am all about the food, I love spicy foods, sweet foods, crazy foods but most of all, I love real food.  My friend Jessi sent me this recipe and just reading it had my tastebuds tingling and my fingers itching to get cooking.  So much so, that I made it that night!

Lemon Rosemary Chicken

recipe from my friend Jessi ,who blogs at To Kiss The Cook

  • 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
  • 3 lemons, halved and juiced, (both rinds and juice will be used)
  • 1 C olive oil
  • 2 tsp sea or kosher salt
  • 1/2 tsp cayenne pepper (I used 1 tsp)
  • 1/2 tsp cinnamon
  • 6 cloves of garlic, smashed with flat side of knife (I used 8)
  • 6 whole sprigs of fresh rosemary
  1. Rinse the chicken and pat it dry.  Place the chicken into a Ziploc expandable bottom bag (these are my favorite bags to marinate in because they stand up on their own and I can place them upright in my fridge or on the counter)
  2. In a large bowl mix: lemon juice, olive oil, salt and spices.  Pour into bag over chicken.  Add lemon halves, garlic and rosemary.  Remove all air from the bag and seal.  Smoosh all the ingredients around inside the bag to ensure that the chicken is well coated and the ingredients are well incorporated throughout the bag.  Marinate for at least 1 hour (I marinated for 5)
  3. Heat up your grill and cook evenly on both sides, about 7 minutes per side, or until the juices run clear

(someone Monkey turned our propane on and left it running and I couldn’t use our grill so, I cooked mine in my large skillet over medium-high heat)

This chicken has the most amazing flavor, citrus-y tang from the lemons and just a bit of  spice, with a slight hint of sweetness.. it is absolutely, positively tonguegasmic.

I served this with lemon, garlic steamed asparagus and seasoned roasted potatoes.

If you’re joining in the Mouthwatering Monday Tonguegasmaliciousness, thank you and welcome or welcome back!  Make sure to say HI, sign MckLinky with your MWM post URL, grab your Tonguegasmic button, link back here and then go visit all the other participants.  Get inspired… do a bit of drooling and enjoy sharing the love of culinary delights with other foodies!

Weekly Winners: The Beachy Birthday Edition

Bubbles Bubbles Everywhere
bubbles on the beach

Nate Making Me Mimosas on My Birthday. On The Beach
Popping the cork

Happy Birthday to Me
Mimosas on the beach

The Heart in The Sand was Nate’s Idea. <3 I love my husband.
mimosas on the beach2

Princess Found a Sea Horse (It’s in Nate’s hands)
seahorse
it was alive and yes, we took it back into the water and released it


Faster Daddy, Faster
Faster Daddy

I had the most wonderful birthday. I spent it with my family and then I came home, turned on my computer and saw this from my Mishi. It warmed my heart, made me smile and brought tears to my eyes. She is a blessing and a gift to me.

I’m thrilled to join the photograph sharing meme hosted by my darling friend, Lotus.  Go check her out at Sarcastic Mom and every Sunday check out all the amazing people who link up their inspiring, funny, beautiful and breathtaking photos in the Weekly Winners Meme.

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Don’t forget!  Tomorrow is Mouthwatering Monday!  Bring your favorite dish and enjoy the recipe sharing love!

Dear 31

Dear 31,

The last few minutes of 30 here.  Can we chat?

I had big expectations for 30.  It was no big deal to hit a new decade… and yet, I had ideas.  I thought, this would be it!  That something! That BIG THING!  It would happen this year.

Well, it didn’t.

I had heartache, I had loss, I had pain.  I had joy and laughter and new friends.

As 30, I’ve  laughed until I’ve cried.  I’ve cried until I couldn’t breathe and I’ve screamed until there was nothing left.

Let’s just say it.  30 was a year which will never be forgotten.

So 31… here you come, you’re approaching.. I see you.  With your new gray hairs and your wrinkles, your trials and tribulations, your memories, your laughter, your shocks, your joys.

You’re going to kick my ass, you’re going to make me cry, you’re going to bring me to my knees and cause me to scream to the skies with joy.

You’re going to be nothing like I’ve ever seen before.

But now it’s my turn.  I have a few minutes before I, the 30 yr old Rachel am no longer in existence and I’m going to tell you now.. what I expect of you. And you, 31, you’re going to take note.

I expect you to be a better mother, a more patient mother, listen to them, hold them more, kiss them more, touch them more, play with them more…  Laugh with them more.  Remember what it was to be nearly 3 and nearly 6.  There are a multitude of firsts just beyond your grasp.. hold them dear and place them upon your heart because, 31, you’ll never see them again.

Love your husband more.  Find a reason or excuse to kiss him daily, and I’m not talking a Hi Mr Lady or Tanis peck on the lips kiss.  A REAL KISS.   Bring him to his knees more often.  Remind him and yourself why 11 years ago.. you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Take more pictures woman! BE in more pictures.  I don’t care how much you hate yourself at this weight or that angle.  This isn’t for you.  Quit being so selfish and insecure.  Your children need to know that you were there.  They need to see your laughter as you sweep their hair out of their face.  The awe in your eyes as you watch them blow out their candles… the tears on their first day of school.  Get over yourself, girl.

Write more.  It’s what you love, it’s your passion.  Do it.

Quit being your own worst enemy.

Dear 31.. walk, laugh, love, enjoy, immerse yourself… do it all.  There are no regrets in life except not trying.

Quit getting in your own way and live.  Lose the weight. or don’t.

Write the cookbook. or don’t.

Jump out of a plane. or don’t.

Just do, just live.

Above all.  Be there. experience.  Remember.  Make sure that your children, your family know that you lived, that you tried, that you were there and most of all, that you loved them.

If you do these things.  Then 31, I will be proud of you.

Love,

what is left of 30

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