Good Salsa… Bad Breath

If you’re looking for gooood salsa… the chevy’s salsa we talked about the other day is really good, with one slight… very small problem.. it leaves you with some kicking breath.

First, the recipe calls for 2 garlic cloves… we added two, it’s good… it works, but this is a definite contributor to stink breath.

Same can be said for the onion… we used a red onion, and probably a little less than 1/4.

I think next time we’re going to skip the onion altogether and add a LOT less garlic… maybe half a clove.

We also added 2 jalepenos… not 10. 2 was not enough though… 3-4 is probably about right.

And… these tortilla chips are really good.

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what’s for dinner…

I made some homemade chicken noodle soup last night… and it was GOOD. Pretty simple to make too… chicken broth, a couple chicken breasts, egg noodles… we threw in a little basil, parsley, pepper, seasoned salt and about 15 minutes later it was done. I’m beginning to think I’m a decent cook… either that or Emily just doesn’t complain about what she’s eating.

Next up… we’re going to try this salsa recipe:

Chevy’s Salsa

A friend of mine at work makes this and was telling me how good it is… and we love salsa, so it’s a no brainer.

The recipe calls for 10 jalepenos… I’m thinking more like 1-2..  he adds chipotle also.

remember this.

never argue with idiots – they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.

i know this because… i work with a guy who evidently used to work with a bunch of idiots.

hotter than a mother.

meant to blog about this when it happened a few weeks ago… but completely forgot.  so much going on.

anyway, so one night a few weeks ago emily and i were downstairs after getting the girls in bed… they’ve been up there about 10-15 minutes… and it’s not uncommon for them to yell for me because they need something, a drink of water, tristan telling me that karlie won’t stop talking or making noises… you name it.

so this night, tristan yells for me… i walk into their room, and this time it isn’t karlie who needs me… tristan is sitting up in her bed and says as serious as she can be “it’s hotter than a mother up here”.

me… “hot as a what!?”

tris… “a mother”

she was finally cracking a little smile… and, i couldn’t help but laugh.

SO funny.