Gayla’s Tomato Pie

This recipe comes from my good friend and neighbor Gayla. It is fabulous!!! When I heard the name, I crinkled my nose a little, but after I tasted it, OH MY STARS! I make it without the crust so as to keep with my LLVLC (low carb life). Hope you enjoy!

Gayla’s Tomato Pie

Tomato Pie
Tomato Pie

Ingredients:

5 tomatoes, peeled & sliced (Roma)

10 fresh basil leaves, chopped

½ cup chopped green or red onion (I like green)

1 – 9”pre-baked deep dish pie shell**

1 cup grated cheddar

1 cup grated mozzarella

¾ cup mayo

2 T fresh grated parmesan cheese

salt & pepper

Directions:

  1. Pre-heat oven to 350˚.
  2. Place tomato in pie crust. **Or for us low-carb-ers, just place them in a baking dish.
  3. Layer the tomato, basil, & onion in pie shell. Season with salt & pepper. Mix all cheeses & mayo together. Mix well & put on top of tomato & sprinkle parmesan cheese on top. Bake for 30 mins or until lightly browned.

Photo credit – http://tastesbetterfromscratch.com/2014/07/tomato-pie.html

The War on Women … Worth Thinking About

The War on Women

Yes. There’s a cultural war on women occurring in the United States today. Maybe even around the world. But it’s not perpetuated by the political right. It’s ideological in nature and it’s successfully stripping women of respect, purpose and integrity. In fact if I wanted to make sure that women were being sabotaged in this, the richest society in the world, here’s what I would do:

  1. First, I’d make her understand that she, along with her male counterparts, is just another rung on the evolutionary ladder; just another link in the Darwinian chain. No soul. No higher purpose. Just another animal. But the kicker for women, in this Darwinian scenario is that there is no explanation for her existence. No way to explain that she even is. Unlike the account she’s believed for millenniums about the fact that she completed and crowned God’s creation, I’d make her believe she was just a fluke somewhere in the billions of years of coincidences mixed with mistakes that made the universe and life what it is today. I’d do that first. Right off the bat I’d rip away that notion that she has spiritual or eternal significance.
  2. Next I think I would be sure I started young to make her “look” cheap. I think I’d put little outfits in all the stores that were composed of mini-skirts and halter tops and I’d start in size 2T. I’d make it difficult and expensive to dress a little girl like a little girl. I’d make the transition, in apparel, from little girl to worldly woman a very short leap.
  3. And I’d get her used to hearing demeaning terms for women and all kinds of sexual innuendos very early on. I would get her in front of the television as often as possible. I’d make her think that drinking and partying were the real “stuff” of happiness. I’d want her to play video games where the cartoon women are always scantily clad, provocative, tattoed, busty and brash. And then I’d play all this up in her real world the first chance I got. I’d want her to think wearing a tiny cheer uniform and moving her body provocatively was cool and, somehow (it’s beyond me) even respectable. I’d want her to have dance lessons, play volleyball in her panties or be on a running team or a swim team where the expected dress was almost nothing. I’d want her to start being comfortable letting people see her in a sports bra and I’d want her to have holes in her jeans in the places where cheap attention could be drawn to her body. This is an important part of what I’d do to make her forget the intrinsic value of her soul.
  4. Next, I’d target her heroines. I’d make the most important women in the country the rudest and the most immoral. I’d make the politically powerful women loud, dishonest and vulgar. I’d make the heroines of the entertainment world trashy. I’d make the top songs that women hear on the radio tout fornication, homosexual relationships and masturbation. I’d make women who are empty and unhappy be the role models. This would help me drain the very souls of  younger women of purpose and positive influence.
  5. Then, I’d make her believe she’s very dispensable by telling her that you don’t even need a woman anymore to have a marriage and a family. I’d do my best to get her to buy that lie.
  6. And based on that lie, I’d tell her that, in fact, womanhood is not even reserved for those who are born as girls. The female identity is easily taken by anyone who wants it.…It’s easy for Bruce to be Katelyn. All it takes is a change of wardrobe and a few hormones. Gender is not really a sacred assignment at all.  So quit spouting off about the virtues of womanhood, already.
  7. Next, I think I’d try to make her believe that a woman’s integrity is not all that important in a court of law. I’d tell her she’s too fragile to be able to withstand the pursuit of evidence. “If you cry ‘date rape,’ well they’ll just have to believe you, because your traumatized state is too weak and fragile to risk re-traumatization.  Your psyche might not be able to handle presentation of evidence, interrogation or cross-examination. You’re not strong enough to prove your own integrity.” (One story is here, but, be warned the triumphant victor in this courtroom is not discreet in her text messages. http://www.foxnews.com/us/2015/08/11/yes-means-yes-policy-coming-under-fire-from-judges/)
  8. But I wouldn’t stop there. I’d make her unashamed of the objectification of womanhood that happens to be the largest entertainment venue in America, today. In fact, I’d want her to go on and join the ranks of those who objectify people. I’d want her to watch “Fifty Shades of Gray.” Further, I’d want her to extol the literary virtues of the book, too. What better way to take away the dignity of women in our culture than to have them clamoring by the millions to the vile and cheap?
  9. Then I’d try to legalize the killing of life within her womb. I’d so mix up her sense of logic that I’d make her believe it is emancipating to let doctors come inside her womb and suction out the life that is dependent on her for survival. I’d take her sense of values to the very lowest possible point and convince her to be okay with selling the life that has her chromosomes, her hair color, her skin pigmentation and, yes, his or her own beating heart. I’d get her to have no conscience at all about the person who is being ripped apart and becoming merchandise. I’d somehow make her think she’s becoming more of a woman when she allows a violation of that magnitude to occur in her own womb.
  10. I’d make her believe her value lies in some numerical figure on a pay stub. I’d make her believe that true success can be counted in dollars and cents and that her intrinsic value is dependent on her ability to bring home the bacon (or wield power at the office or control accounts or successfully patronize important clients.) I’d do this in lots of ways, but I would not forget to build short maternity leave into job benefits and to build lots of day cares near, or in, her work sites. I’d try to make career pursuit in all situations seem normal and expected, and certainly guilt-free.  In fact, I might try and make women who were not career-minded seem lazy and worthless by comparison.
  11. Next, I’d try to downplay…no…remove from her psyche any maternal tugs. If she ever starts to cry when she has to leave that little six-week-old baby for the first day back at work, I’d make her think “Ah, this is just normal. All moms go through this healthy week of detaching from children. I need to get past this post-birth weepiness and be productive.” If her kids are getting sick a lot at daycare, I’d want her to, once again, justify her choices by thinking “Oh…this’ll be good for them in the long run…you know…build up their immunities.” In this step-by-step, day by day rationalization of dissonance in the plan, I’d slowly get her to stop feeling the tugs. I’d get her to incrementally forget that there is a reason for maternal pulls in her heart. Further, I’d get her to make investments and mortgages—I’d get her to buy things…lots of things.I’d get her in debt to the plan that’s silencing the maternal nature within. I’d do this until she couldn’t answer the cries even were she hearing them. I’d make those who are choosing riches for their kids over the raising of their kids defend this pursuit by always pointing out that “there are lots of women who have to work to put food on the table and we should not make those women feel guilty.”   I’d be happy about that argument if I were out to denigrate women, because, although that argument is irrelevant when the subject ischoosing, it (the argument about needy women) would rally the troops who have already, to a large extent, driven our economy  and moral conscience to a place where, in some communities, virtually all women work full-time outside the home as their children are coming up.
  12. And finally, I’d give her applause. I’d give her lots of this and for all the superficial things.  I’d give her pats on the back and I’d make good, but deceived, women go, with a vengeance, after those who would call women back to the heart of womanhood. I’d make the cheapening, the immodesty, the brashness, the override of the maternal impulses—I’d make all that VERY politically correct. I’d make any reference to scriptures about submission or keeping the home seem terribly antiquated and out of place in any real discussion of the role of women. In fact, I’d make the phrase, “role of women” sound very oppressive and shockingly  outdated.

Oh…and after I’d managed to maneuver in all the above ways, I’d be sure to keep a close eye on the veritable army of faithful twenty-something and thirty-something moms within the Lord’s church who are in the Word and in prayer and determined that the devil is not having their kids. These are the ones, after all, who are raising up the fighters of the next generation. It’s not the millennials who are primarily about saving the trees, the right to “choose”, the rainforests or the human habitats that are protective of women in our society. It’s those millennials who are, first, about saving souls, respecting the Father, protecting life, itself, and aspiring to everlasting habitations that just may be able to raise up a generation that can secure all that has traditionally been good and right and holy about womanhood. And they are using the tools, too. They are networking globally, attending spiritual conventions and workshops, producing books, seeking mentors and studying THE manual for human elevation.  They are the ones I’d target if I were waging a war on women; and they’d be ruthless in their defense of traditional marriage, distinctive genders, disciplined children, ordered homes and moms who are, first of all, keepers of those homes.

So this is how I’d wage a real war on women. I mean if I really wanted to strip women in our culture of  power, I’d take away the legacy that is the inheritance of faith. If I wanted to rob women of dignity, I’d make them set, as their standards, the cheap, the undressed, the immoral. If I wanted to debase them, I’d dirty their minds with pornography and their hands with deceit. I’d make them say “abortion” when they mean “murder”.  I’d make them say “tolerance” when they mean “approval.”  I’d make them say “love” when they mean “lust.” I’d mix them up with terminology and I’d tempt them into thinking that the primary purpose of life is self-fulfillment. I’d make them think that truth for their lives and homes is not objective but “lies within themselves”.   All in all, I’d go for their hearts. That’s just what the devil has done.

The current war on women is not from the political right or from the oppressive religions of the Middle East. The war on women today is from hell, itself, and the devil is gaining ground. He is taking the spoils—the real commodities of value—from women. He is giving us a mess of pottage that is temporarily filling in exchange for the faith and goodness that has characterized great women from the dawn of time. And so it will not be in some presidential debate or even in Congress or the Supreme Court chambers that the war is won or lost. It will be in the hearts of women and in the families of America. It will all depend on whether women are smart enough and strong enough to recognize and resist the cultural attack on the real power of women.

Run Away Lily

You know that feeling … the feeling that you finally have it all together this morning? You’ve finished cooking breakfast for the family, you’ve had your Bible study time that is oh-so-critical for a great day, and you begin to clean up the kitchen while a big pot of coffee percolates filling the room with the smell of morning caffeine. The sink has just finished filling with soapy goodness ready for the first dish as you watch peacefully through your kitchen sink window as your chickens walk and peck at the ground. You think – I like this – this farm life is what it’s all about.

Slowly you realize something seems odd and that perfect morning takes an unexpected turn.

Behind the chickens seems to be a large white calf roaming your backyard NOT in her pasture fence. You do a classic double-take and then scream, “LILY’S OUT!”. Instantly you and your son are up running, trying to remember to stay calm and lead her back into her pasture with a big scoop of “feed”.

{From my experience as a cowboy’s wife & mom, it doesn’t matter how many degrees you may have, I dare say, even if you were an English major, you will at some point realize it is feed not food, no matter when they gave it to the animal. One simply does not purchase “food” at the feed store, it’s all feed. Resistance is futile.}

There’s always something to keep us grounded here. Not many things go as planned in our life. I guess it would be boring if we weren’t kept on our toes. Thankfully the boy and I managed to wrangle Lily back into her pasture and get the gate back on it’s hinges as Dad came home to fix the problem.

Lily the calf
Lily and the boy

Meet Lily. She is the boy’s first calf. She was sold to him by his grandfather for $1 because of his dedication and hard-work on the farm. This little boy works. He takes care of all the animals, well, mostly. His sister does help with the chickens, the cow’s water, as well as her donkey Jenny, and some other things. But overall it’s all him, he willingly gets up early each morning and heads out to check the cows, fill up the waters, and just be a hard-working cowboy.

Jethro & his boy
Jethro & his boy

This is Jethro, when he came here with his mother Jenny, they were very skittish. Wouldn’t let the twins or us get near them much. Now these kids have worked with them so much that you can sit on their backs, lift their hooves, whatever. Jethro especially will follow Jake around the pasture like a puppy.

Of all the things this farm is teaching my children, a great work ethic is one of my very favorite things they have learned. Heartaches and happiness both included, this farm has brought our family closer than ever.

I CRAVE … Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper-Jack Cheese and Spinach

Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper Jack & Spinach
Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper Jack & Spinach

Popeye the Sailor-man I am not. Before this recipe if you even mentioned how great dark green leafy vegetables were for you I just might run screaming! However, I crave this low-carb recipe so much that I went to the store JUST to get the ingredients and make it for myself this afternoon!

Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper-Jack Cheese and Spinach
Modified from the original recipe | Original Recipe here 

6 boneless/skinless chicken breasts
3 cups grated pepper jack cheese
8 oz cream cheese, pulled apart
10-12 oz frozen chopped spinach, thawed
Cajun seasoning (I use Louisiana brand)

Pre-heat oven to 350°. Pound chicken breasts to about 1/2 inch thickness. {See this post if you need help with that. Or Google to find the way that best works for you.}

Mix cheeses and spinach together in a bowl, add salt & pepper to taste, and spoon mixture equally onto flattened chicken breast. Roll up chicken surrounding the cheese/spinach mixture. Secure with toothpicks {Remember how many you use so you don’t kill someone by forgetting to remove them all, nobody needs to die for LLVLC}.

Place chicken breasts on cookie sheet with sides, and line it with parchment paper. Sprinkle chicken with cajun seasoning. Bake for 45 minutes or until done.

Be prepared to be addicted!

Photo credit: http://chicken.betterrecipes.com/cajun-chicken-stuffed-with-pepper-jack-cheese-spinach.html

What’s for LLVLC Supper Tonight Mama?

BACON WRAPPED PEPPER JACK & CREAM CHEESE STUFFED CHICKEN

Bacon Wrapped  Pepper Jack/Cream Cheese Chicken Breasts
Bacon Wrapped Pepper Jack/Cream Cheese Chicken Breasts

INGREDIENTS

  • 6 boneless/skinless chicken breast
  • 8 oz cream cheese, softened
  • 1 3/4 C Pepper jack cheese, shredded
  • 2 T green onion, chopped
  • 12+ slices bacon (more bacon is always the right answer)
  • Salt & Pepper to taste

DIRECTIONS

Pre-heat oven to 375.

Pound chicken to about 3/4 inch thickness.

You may find yourself asking, but how do I flatten a chicken breast? Well, Self, it’s not as hard as it may seem. Although it IS my least favorite part of the recipes I have used lately. It’s totally worth it when you bite into that piece of perfectly cooked chicken. You know how your chicken breast is all thick on one side and thinner on the other? It doesn’t cook evenly and it’s nearly impossible to wrap/stuff that way. So one breast at a time place it in a plastic bag, but don’t seal. Sealing it only traps air and makes the bag pop. I just place a chicken breast in a bag and use my left hand to hold the bag opening flat to the counter. I bang the mess out of the thick part of the chicken with my handy-dandy kitchen mallet. Like the one pictured. I use the flat side. I guess the bumpy side would be fine as well.

kitchen mallet
kitchen mallet

Mix cream cheese, pepper jack, and green onion together. I use my mixer just to make sure the cream cheese is stirred in well. Line baking sheet with parchment paper. Roll cheese mixture up in chicken breast and wrap with bacon. I use two pieces across and then go back at the end and put one more piece going the opposite way just to hold in all the goody goody stuff inside! Sprinkle with pepper and tiny bit of salt (or cajun seasoning). Bake for 30+ minutes (or until it’s cooked through). Add 5 minutes under the broiler to crisp up the bacon.

This recipe was adapted from a Facebook post.

Boo’s Ring

I know this whole “NOT WEIGHING IN” thing is not the norm, but for me it’s working. I wonder if it would work for others as well. I’m sure it wouldn’t work for everyone, but I really am loving it. I can tell I’m losing weight in so many other ways.

1. My hubby says he can see that I am – and he never notices ANYTHING!

2. The antique green metal rocking chairs on my porch no longer catch on my hips when I sit down.

Boo's ring is too loose
Boo’s ring is too loose

3. My grandmother’s ring is too loose to wear today – that’s a sad/happy one.

4. My clothes are getting really baggy!

5. Older clothes that were put up are coming back out. Just a little more and I’ll be a whole size smaller! WORD!

It’s kind of fun being surprised by these things instead of expecting them because the number on the scale tells me to. Give it a try, see how it works. I mean this whole thing began with me determining to work on TEMPERANCE! And that’s what I’m doing. As I align myself with God’s will for my life, things change for the better.

What Do You Eat, Mama?

Are you wondering how on earth I have survived this long and what I ate the first two weeks that began Living la Vida Low Carb (LLVLC)? I wondered that myself, so I started thinkin’ on that.

From day 1 (June 15) I have stuck with apples & peanut butter as breakfast and/or snacks. This morning I had apples & pb for breakfast as well. I am thinking of switching to almond butter asap. I feel that there are too many carbs/too much fats in the regular pb. But it was a great way to get started! I ate hamburgers (minus the bun) – which until I tried it I imagined to be horrible cheeseburger abuse. After trying it I realized that the bun really holds no flavor or appeal. Give it a try!

I also have regularly eaten:

Cheesy Cauliflower (pre-LLVLC recipe)

Zucchini Lasagna Jill gave me this recipe when I was begging for help and I’ve enjoyed it since. It’s really just like lasagna. And I’m a pasta snob.

Cheeseburgers w/out bun

Grilled Chicken Salads
Use the frozen Tyson chicken strips & I found that regular ol’ Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing has just about the lowest amount of carbs. **Careful to read labels especially of items labeled “fat free” or “low fat” or “sugar free” – sometimes they contain more carbs than the regular stuff.

Steak!
When I had a really tempting camping trip that I knew I would struggle with eating what our wonderful Cajun chefs cooked, I splurged and bought myself a couple of rib eyes and grilled them. It totally made it okay that I couldn’t eat what everyone else had!

Pears & Cheese (pre-LLVLC recipe)
Buy the lite canned pear halves, put a dollop of mayo on top, and sprinkle with shredded cheddar, YUM!

Cheesy Bacon Love
I have even eaten this, my favorite dip, made by a friend for a Bible study get-together, I just ate it with a fork instead of chips. I mean, the chip is just another way to get it in your mouth isn’t it. Albeit a tastier way, I was all too happy to use my fork and keep on feeling better.

Pepperoni
Straight out of the bag are a great snack when in a pinch. I’ve even heard you can bake/microwave them into chips.

Cheese Taco Shells
Sprinkle some shredded cheese – whatever is your fav, I used colby-jack and cheddar – onto a non-stick skillet on medium in a thin layer & kind of in a circle shape. Let it cook until you see it start melting together and once it gets more “done” use a non-stick egg-turner to place it on parchment paper draped over a rolling pin or something similar so that it retains the “taco” shape. Once it hardens fill it with your regular taco fillings. Es muy bueno!

I’ll share more recipes as I remember them, but these are great ways to get going.

Living la Vida Low Carb

Translated: “Living the Low Carb Life” for those who don’t remember Ricky Martin … don’t we all wish we could forget. Great! Now that song’s in my head!

But I digress.

Won't Weigh-In Wednesday
Won’t Weigh-In Wednesday

I’ve been absent much lately and for that I am sorry. I haven’t been idle. Far from it. As I’m sure you all have been, this summer has been crazy-busy to the max! Especially the month of July. From our annual Engine Show at the state park that my hubs coordinates directly to a week at Church Camp interrupted for the hubs’ back surgery then making up for all that missing time at work, oh, and VBS prep for next week  … now life has slowed down just enough. Let’s just keep that comment to ourselves, who knows what would happen if word got out that I had finally gotten the chance to catch my breath.

The point of my post is this – beginning June 15 I have been living la vida low carb (eating low carb). The point of it all began with reading a chapter in a book on Temperance (a.k.a. self-control). I’ve had zip, zilch, nada – my entire life. Thankfully after a lifetime of prayer and struggle the Lord has strengthened me and convinced me that I CAN do all things through HIM who strengthens me.

I never thought it possible. Carbs were my life. Rice, pasta, potatoes, PIZZA! But here I am, it’s been over a month and I feel better than I have in a long time. More energy and no anger at myself for “failing”. I go to sleep at night feeling accomplished when before I would go to bed listing all the ways I had failed.

Now one secret to this that has worked for me – I’m not saying that it will work for everyone – but for me it has. It’s the one thing I am doing differently (other than actually sticking to my plan). I have not stepped on a scale since the first day I started. I noted my original weight but since then I have not even attempted to weigh. In the past I would weigh at least once a week while trying to stick with a plan. But now I stay far away from that scale. Before if I would lose weight, I’d think, “Hmmm, I lost weight that deserves a reward, let’s go get a pizza!”. And if I would gain weight, I’d think, “This is a stupid diet and I’m not going to torture myself for nothing!”. Either way I’d mentally sabotage myself. By not weighing myself I’m taking that option completely out of the equation. And in all truth I’m not necessarily doing this to “lose weight”. My main goal is to align myself with God’s will for my life by practicing temperance. So I can’t say I’ve lost ___ pounds, but I can say I can fit in some shorts I forgot I had and I feel good about that.

2 Peter 1:3-11

3His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, 4by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption that is in the world because of sinful desire. 5For this very reason, make every effort to supplement your faith with virtue, and virtue with knowledge, 6and knowledge with self-control, and self-control with steadfastness, and steadfastness with godliness, 7and godliness with brotherly affection, and brotherly affection with love. 8For if these qualities are yours and are increasing, they keep you from being ineffective or unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. 9For whoever lacks these qualities is so nearsighted that he is blind, having forgotten that he was cleansed from his former sins. 10Therefore, brothers, be all the more diligent to confirm your calling and election, for if you practice these qualities you will never fall. 11For in this way there will be richly provided for you an entrance into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Need more inspiration?
One of my favorite blogs for living low carb is Sugar Free Like Me.

Give some new recipes a try! This is my favorite Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper Jack Cheese and Spinach (minus the breadcrumbs)

Temperance, Me, & Parmesan Crusted Chicken

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.”
Matthew 26:41

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 thickness
Marinade:
1/2 cup olive oil
1/2 cup ranch dressing
3 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce
1 tsp vinegar
1 tsp lemon juice
1 Tbsp minced garlic
1/2 tsp pepper

Ranch Spread
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!

ABOUT CORNBREAD MAMA

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.

Ditched it!

About a month and a half ago we ditched our Direct TV after 8-9 years. I was so tired of paying $90 a month for just a few channels we regularly watched. Before ditching DTV I called to see if there was any way to cut our bill down. Basically he told me you can cut out several of the channels we watch regularly for $10 savings a month. 

Ten. Dollars.

I politely said, “No thank you, sir.” And proceeded to research ways to watch t.v. without paying a fortune. Cable is not an option where we live, nor was U-verse. Then I found this very helpful website. Also a friend had swapped to Netflix and I knew that sounded like a great idea as well. 

So we’ve had Netflix going for a month or more and LOVE it. I mean you can’t beat paying $9 a month vs. $90! And today we added a digital antenna so that my hubby would be happier since he could watch the news and weather again.

I was SHOCKED at how easy it was to hook up the antenna. I bought the Mohu Leaf 60 antenna (c. $60) after reading the article I posted above. Our area needed the 60 mile antenna and I sit here now watching one of 11 channels in HD FOR. FREE. It’s like when we were little and had only a big metal antenna. But with no static. And no big metal antenna. I have the flat antenna on my window right by the t.v. And it’s working great!

   
  

The only negative I found is the suggestion to buy the RG6 cable. I did buy it but there is no difference when I compared them by plugging them in and checking the channels available. It was exactly the same. Although I’m only out an extra $9 so I’m not going to complain I’m just so tickled to have our news stations for free. 

Hope this helps anyone who has been thinking of ditching the dish or cutting the cable.

And NO I don’t get paid anything for saying this. ☺️ 

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