Thursday, May 21, 2009

BBQ Chicken Salad

In light of the glorious weather here in Utah and instant demands for the recipe after I twittered about how fantastic it is, I've decided to post a little something I've been making constantly since the we broke out the grill a couple of weeks ago. The BBQ sauce makes the meal, people. I promise, this is one of those delicious nuggets that will make you grateful for the internet.

Homemade BBQ Salad

1 bag mixed greens
2 cobs of corn, cooked (boiled or grilled) and de-kernelled (is that a word?)
1 can black beans, rinsed
tortillas strips*
salt and pepper
2-3 breasts of BBQ chicken, chopped**
ranch dressing (I prefer the kind you make from a packet, but any kind will do)
homemade BBQ sauce (recipe to follow)

Pour greens into a large salad bowl. Add black beans and corn and salt and pepper to taste. Top with tortillas strips and chopped chicken. Toss with ranch dressing and BBQ sauce just before serving.

*I just take a corn tortilla, fry it till crispy in some oil and chop it up into pieces.

**For the chicken, I marinate it in the BBQ sauce for about an hour and then just throw in on the grill for a few minutes on each side until cooked through.

AMAZING Homemade BBQ Sauce
(credit goes to Nicole for this one)

1 can tomato soup
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup vinegar
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp onion powder
1 tsp mustard
1/2 tsp liquid smoke (I always add a little extra of this)

Whisk all ingredients until smooth. For a thicker sauce, simmer until desired consistency is achieved. Also try this over pulled pork for AMAZING pulled pork sandwiches.


love, aloicious

Monday, May 18, 2009

Beaver, Utah

On our way home from Mesquite this weekend we made a pit stop in a little town called Beaver, Utah. What a charming little city.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Of temperments and villages

Dear son,

Over the past couple of months you have grown into quite the dynamic little dude. I feel as if your days as baby Franky are dwindling as you become more and more independent. In fact each day you are less baby-ish and more little boy-ish. But that could also be due to the fact that you now have hair. And several teeth.

Ah, teething. Does it ever end?? Not really, you just get short breaks. We're also back and forth on sleeping through the night. You've only REALLY slept ALL night like twice. But ever since your teeth decided to stop torturing you last week you have been sleeping a lot better! We're talking 2 solid nearly 2 hour naps daily and 10-11 hours of sleep a night. This nightly rest is still pocketed with 2-3 wakings for a quick nurse. But I will take 2-3 when you immediately go back to bed afterward then 5-6 with pockets of restless sleep all night.

Overall you continue to be one happy little baby. The other day you woke up from your morning nap and after crying out for a few seconds you proceeded to discover something insanely funny. You laid there and laughed at whatever it was for a good 10 minutes or so before I couldn't resist your charms anymore, and rushed downstairs to scoop you up. I love it when you're in a good mood, which is fortunately most of the time.

We can't take you anywhere without someone commenting on how social and friendly you are. You are quick to smile at cute girls and old ladies alike. And you are usually pretty smiley with the fellas as well.

We spent last weekend at Grandma and Grandpa Sumsions house. You got to spend a lot of time with your grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.

One morning, after a particularly fitful night of teething and non-sleep you decided it was time to get up at the ungodly hour of 7 AM. I stumbled out into the kitchen with you on my hip where I discovered Sidney and Mason watching cartoons. Of course Sidney wanted to hold you immediately. So I handed you over and told her if you got fussy to bring you into my bedroom. I proceeded to promptly pass out and awoke nearly 3 hours later to a fully changed and fed baby who was ready for a nap (have I mentioned lately how awesome my in-laws are?)

And that's just a small example of the kind hearts that surround you on a regular basis. They say it takes a village to raise a child and you belong to a village full of incredible individuals. LUCKY BOY.

love, mamalicious

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Monday, May 4, 2009

The first 8 months

Today Frankles is eight months old. Zach brought him in to me this morning at 7 AM singing Happy Birthday. And I couldn't help but smile, even though moments before I had been fast asleep.

The last eight months have been the first eight months of the best part of my life. And it just gets better and better. At each stage I always think "this is my favorite - I wish you could stay this way forever." And then you learn something new and it fills my heart to the brim.

Like how recently you want to eat whatever I'm eating. AND YOU LOVE IT. And then you find out that daddy's guitar makes a really great drum. And then one day you begin scooting (almost crawling!) across the room to get the phone (you love anything with buttons). And then you discover WOW! You can throw things! And then you throw everything you can get your hands on.

The other day I was having lunch with my friend Derek and we were discussing your zeal for life. You love to be out! You love to see the world around you! Derek said it best: "These children are seeing everything for the first time - the world really is that exciting and new to them."

A couple of days ago we were playing and you were super excited. You began shaking your head back and forth. For a moment I thought you might be having some kind of baby seizure. But I soon realized you were just being a crazy head.

Can I just tell you - I LOVE CRAZY HEAD. It's possibly the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love it more than rainbows or cotton candy. I really can't describe the joy that your crazy head brings to my soul.

I know parenting isn't all fun and games. I know one day you're going to be THAT kid throwing a tantrum in the grocery store. And I'm almost certain there is a sassy, smart-mouthed teenager in my future.

But as long as there are a few moments of pure crazy-head induced euphoria, I think I can handle it.

love, mommylicious