Author: Michele Minehart (Page 157 of 311)

several successes of a Saturday

In terms of the 940 Saturdays we’re alotted, today ranks a high success rate. Not just because we had some epic adventure to a new place or activity, but because it was glorious to just be normal again. After several consecutive weekends of being gone for this and that, it was settling to be home. 

We made a trip downtown for the local Strawberry Festival. It’s kind of a big deal. We tasted on the notorious doughnuts, tried some strawberry salsa (I recommend) and ate a bite from local vendors, wrapping up with a strawberry pizza. 
Come noon o’clock we took a nap. Every single one of us. And not just a quick 10-minute power nap; I woke up with drool on the pillow, a sure sign of success. 
I started preparations for an attempt to recreate a dish I had at the Greek restaurant in Findlay (I can’t recall the name. It’s downtown. The only one. Go there. Delicious.) while JJ put together Miss M’s new-to-her big girl bed and we did some musical cribs so that Baby C can’t crawl out of hers (I know. Parents of the year right here). 
After dinner our credit card saw Meijer for the third time in 3 days as I wasn’t made aware that dog food should be on the list. So Miss M and I made the bed and sorted clothes for the attic (someday I’ll do a photo gallery of our attic storage and the tubs upon tubs of clothing. It’s sad, really). We jammied up, watched a brief stint of Puss in Boots (but not the funny one) and off to bed. 
Successful day. 
But not nearly as successful as my “greek nachos”. This dish was originally called something like “Hal’s special” at the Findlay place (sorry, kind sir, for completely forgetting your name. But your special sure is special). And because My Pal Hal (or whatever his name might be) didn’t provide a recipe, I retained rights to name it what I’d like: Greek Nachos. 
Here we go, my first ever recipe post. WITH PICTURES. I told you, uber-successful day. Don’t get too impressed. You won’t see my whisk – only the final result. Which may or may not be an open can in at least one example. 
First, the tzatziki sauce. If you ask me, the star of the dish. I used a food.com recipe and selected based upon the number of cucumbers required. (I didn’t have fresh dill but saw on another recipe that 1/4 tsp dried was used and I thought it came out about right). I even followed the steps to “salt” the cuke – it was a no-shortcuts kind of day. I let it chill for several hours. Creamy and refreshing. 
Next, the chicken. I went with a basic souvlaki recipe, knownst only to me thanks to my days at the Pita Pit. By “days at the Pita Pit” I mean, every Friday in college when I would treat myself to a souvlaki (complete with tzatziki sauce) before PGIF. Confession: I chose souvlaki on those Fridays because it was a quarter cheaper than the other kind of chicken. 
This time I went with a Taste of Home recipe. Why? I have no idea. But it worked. And because the tzatziki is already in the fridge with a recipe requiring only one cucumber, you only need to pay attention to the first 5 ingredients and the first step. I used chicken breast that were “cut thin” from Meijer because they were the ones 20% off and I didn’t have time to run to the meat shop. But the thin cutting turned out to be a good thing. 
When I returned to the kitchen to actually put the meal together, I started with the potatoes. The potatoes are actually the genius of the dish. You pile high the toppings on potatoes. You know what potatoes are? GRAIN FREE. Winner winner… So I simply cut them thin and put them on a cookie sheet with olive oil and baked them at 400 until they browned and crisped up. HINT: parchment paper. It solves every sticky-oven problem you’ll ever have, including when potatoes stick to the pan, no matter how much oil you soak them in. I only had enough for one pan with parchment paper, so I considered it an experience. Parchment won. In any case, the tates turned out beautiful. JJ’s only suggestion: 4 potatoes aren’t quite enough for our crew. 
Now the busy work. Get the chicken out of the fridge and toss everything (including marinate) in a large frying pan. I use stainless steal and this type of sauteeing is one place I don’t go to my cast iron. 
Admission: the reason I’m sharing this recipe lies in my chicken success this evening. Previous to this, my “sauteed” chicken turned out white and bland. Blah. I couldn’t figure out how the professionals got it browned and not gross textured. 
So after the juices ran clear, I poured out all the liquid and cranked the heat. OK, it was at “7”, but that’s high for this girl. I fiiiiiiinally got a nice browning on the outsides without it drying out. Also, as soon as I cranked the heat, I used the spatula to chop up the pieces even smaller. I’m not sure why – call it instinct – but I liked the results. 
While the chicken was going, I sauteed half an onion and a red pepper, both chopped, in a small pan until soft. 
And now, we layer. 
Potatoes, then chicken, then peppers and onions. Then a nice, thick layer of feta. 
(This is my $86.00 container of feta cheese. I went in for feta and came out with slightly more than that. I hate big box stores.)
Then the olives – thanks KLR for the suggestion
Add a few dollops of the tzatziki (plus more your plate to dip). 
And not to leave you hanging about the whole musical furniture escapade: 

my several-weeks-late questions for North Carolina

Apparently the election year tis the season for laws and lawsuits regarding same-sex marriage. I just read that a court ruled a law which would prohibit legalization of same-sex marriage has been shot down. I’ve reflected on the idea repeatedly (and I have no idea why, but it could be in relationship with the fact I’ve had recurring dreams that someone I care for comes out of the closet. A person who, I don’t believe is “in the closet”, which is, in itself, something else that gives me pause), and each time I continue to move my peg further from where it started. Some call this progress, others call this backsliding. My theology professor referred to it as dancing. 

Here are some of the questions that are driving my opinion: 
1. Do we remember the purpose behind “separation of church and state”? Hint: the Pilgrims didn’t fear the state messing with its church affairs. While I advocate voting with your Christian ethic, I don’t believe the legal arena is the place to be pushing an agenda of conformity or evangelizing. 
2. Do we really think that putting a wall around something a group of individuals wants will “win them for Christ”? I’ve not had much luck with that approach, but perhaps I’m doing it wrong. 
3. Will the sanctity of the vows you took be annulled when you allow others, who may or may not share your penis ratio*, to make the same promises? How exactly will your marriage be impacted?
4. What do we really fear by allowing people of the same sex to make commitments to one another? I’m asking an honest question (ok, perhaps the tone of #2 might not put it in that light) – what is our “worst case scenario”?
5. Do we see marriage as a shadow of the relationship between God and His People? A way in which we experience commitment, faithfulness, honesty, forgiveness, perseverance and trust? If so, is God selective about who He bestows that relationship upon? Why wouldn’t we want everyone to encounter a taste of one of the ways in which God’s love is experienced? (I realize I need a separate post to elaborate where this hermeutic is going and has come from). 
I made an attempt to keep my at-times-not-rhetorical questions to the vein of state-based same-sex marriage. I would ask different questions to the governing body of the Church, which will come down to an understanding and exploration of Scripture. But the Scripture doesn’t guide our lawmakers – the Constitution does. If we can’t get behind that, then we need to re-think this Living in America thing. 
I actually hesitated to publish this post; I’m not aiming to create controversy or dip into sensationalism just because it’s a “hot topic.” But these musings were the honest contemplations of my mind lately and I don’t think I’m the only poor soul out there who once believed one thing but has grown to understand the world and the Bible in a different way and now wants to ask honest questions without others demanding that I hand in my Christian Card. So in the anticipation that someone else struggles with these inadequacies, I decided to air my own insecurities about my wavering opinion. Forgive me as I stumble through it.   
*I’m going to coin this phrase. Stay off the patent.  If you use this phrase without attributing me, you will owe me One Million Dollars. Standard compliance of International Joke & Recipe Copyright Law do not apply. 

honestly?

Honestly, I never follow blogs that thousands of others do (exception: Seth Godin). Once my girls go mainstream, I generally update the reader. I find a tendency to sell out and end up with product reviews as opposed to glimpses into their real life. (BTW, I blame the haters in the comment section. When you attack them, it’s more difficult to be honest. So, for the sake of the rest of us who enjoy a good soul-bearing, stick with 3 word comments). 

Honestly, I never click on video linkage. I hate it. Even if it promises to be hilarious, comes from an email or a close friend, I rarely will watch. Recipe videos are the worst. I know how to beat an egg. Just tell me the proportions. 
Honestly, I have no clue what I’m doing on Twitter. I’m like a toddler in swimming lessons, flailing my arms about and trying not to drown. Surely making a complete fool of myself while I do it. 
Honestly, I don’t comment on blogs enough. And when I do, I never return to see responses. I think there’s a way you can subscribe just to responses in the comments, but it hasn’t worked thus far. OR, just as likely, I haven’t commented anything worth responding. 
Honestly, I watch to see when/if people view my own blog. I’m curious. Did you know there’s a reader from Alaska? (Helooooo up there!). The new Blogger platform also informs me that 55% of the pageviews come through on a Windows platform and another 13% in Linux. People use Linux? The traffic sources page can be better than Facebook in terms of keeping me abreast the trends.

Honestly, I suck at SEO. My top keyword searches that landed readers to my page include my blog name and “yoga teacher following Jesus”. Stellar.

Honestly, I’ve been on Google Plus only to set up my account. I’ve understood the purpose behind FB, twitter, LinkedIn and even stumbling. But I’ve yet to really grasp the Google (even though I’m Google-centered in my personal domain. I live by the g-docs and g-cal. Love.)

Honestly, I could use a bit of refreshment in my blog reading life. Too many recipes, not enough comedy. Send me some funny referrals. I need a good storyteller on my rolls to keep me sane. Like Boomama, before she went platinum. She’s still funny, but I miss the purity of her commentary of the cream cheese football dip. I’ve adapted entire philosophies on life based on that post.

Honestly, Pinterest is out of control. Someone let the riff-raff in. I might need to do an evaluation process of who I follow to keep quality standards in place. (No, honey, I don’t mean you. You never post “recipes” that consist of opening 3 cans. I mean, er….)

Honestly, social media in general is exhausting, confusing and perhaps a bit more work than what I’d like. But it’s also connecting, helpful and a wealth of information and insight that I’d not find had I taken a bunny trail through the bit.lys. So I’ll keep with it for a while. Maybe I’ll find my next big break.

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