Today is day 7 of the Sugar-Free-Mama Movement in our house. Yes, I have made it 6 days and counting. Really it’s not so much a diet, as a change. I’m working – not on losing weight, per say – but on temperance. What is temperance you ask? Well, it’s also called self-control, self-discipline, etc., etc. I’ve always struggled with a lack of temperance when it comes to eating. Constantly tired and tired of being overweight, constantly focused on myself and how I need to change, yet not enough “umph” to do something about it. I’d try and fail then try knowing I would ultimately fail. That’s a rough way to live.
After reading a book about ways to keep from falling away from Christ, Chapter 48 hit me squarely between the eyes. I lacked temperance. That’s such a prettier word than self-discipline, don’t you agree?
It especially hit home when I read the definition – Temperance: to master something, or mastery towards complete control over yourself (temptations, desires, and behavior).
Like good ol’ Matthew said, “The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”
The author of the book I was reading wrote individual chapters on the characteristics found in 2 Peter 1:5-8 in which Peter says,
For this very reason, make every effort to supplement your faith with virtue, and virtue with knowledge, and knowledge with self-control (temperance – KJV), and self-control with steadfastness, and steadfastness with godliness, and godliness with brotherly affection, and brotherly affection with love. For if these qualities are yours and are increasing, they keep you from being ineffective or unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
It was clear, that was a HUGE part of my problem. I had no control over myself and that’s a miserable way to live. But thankfully I am working daily on that and constantly praying about it.
So with that I’ll share a copycat recipe I’m going to try, it’s not totally carb-free BUT it’s pretty close. I may just leave off the panko bread crumbs and anything else I see that’s not kosher with the sugar-free life I’m now living. I LOVE this dish at Longhorn Steakhouse. I mean L.O.V.E. So much that as a steak LOVER – if we’re going out for something special – which is really the only reason we usually go out anyway – I always choose a ribeye. That was until I had the Parmesan Crusted Chicken at Longhorn.
Oh. My. Stars!
I almost died of happiness. Not only does it taste better than most steaks, the portions were so large that I took some home. And that NEVER happens! So I found this recipe over at Plain Chicken (which is one my favorite go-to food bloggers). Let’s give it a whirl!
Garlic Parmesan Crusted Chicken
(Printable Recipe)4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, pounded to 3/4 inch thicknessMarinade:1/2 cup olive oil1/2 cup ranch dressing3 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce1 tsp vinegar1 tsp lemon juice1 Tbsp minced garlic1/2 tsp pepper
1/4 cup grated Parmesan
1/4 cup ranch dressing
Parmesan Crumb Topping
1/2 cup panko bread crumbs
1 teaspoons garlic salt,
1/3 cup shredded Parmesan
2 tablespoons melted butter
1 cup shredded provolone
Combine ingredients for marinade and pour over chicken. Let marinate in refrigerator for 2-3 hours or overnight. Grill 12-15 minutes, until chicken is done.
While the chicken is cooking, prepare the ranch spread and parmesan crumb topping.
For the ranch spread, mix 1/4 cup of grated Parmesan and 1/4 cup ranch dressing. Set aside.
For Parmesan crumb topping, mix bread crumbs, garlic salt, shredded Parmesan and butter. The crumbs should be evenly moistened.
Position rack in center of oven. Preheat broiler.
Transfer cooked chicken to oven-safe casserole dish. Spread 2 tablespoons ranch spread on each breast, then top with provolone and Parmesan crumb topping. Place chicken under broiler and cook until cheese melts and crumb topping begins to turn light brown. Serve immediately.
Thanks for reading!
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Living on a small family farm in the Southeast Cornbread Mama enjoys sharing about her life. Between being the wife of a cowboy, homeschooling mom to boy/girl twins, artist, and Christ-follower praying for a simple life in this crazy world Cornbread Mama finds comfort in writing about her family adventures here on the farm surrounded by 18 cows and calves, 2 donkeys, 3 dogs, and 9 chickens. So pull up a rocker and sit a spell.