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Not ashamed (of being a foodie)

This is the part where I would normally say "Dang it's been so long since I made a blog post!" But HA! It's only been 5 days! (I'm very proud of myself). I *meant* for it to be sooner, but between a migraine on Wednesday evening and horrid, horrid cramps last night, I got a bit delayed.

I did make a fantastic dinner last night, and tonight as well. Last night was chicken milanese with potatoes, mushrooms, and roasted asparagus. I only took a picture of the potatoes and mushrooms though.
 Mmm...cast iron cooking for the win, right here! Pictures of food are something that seem to pop up a lot in my instagram, which I guess makes me a foodie. But I'm okay with that, because food is amazing and I like to eat.

Part of the reason I keep taking pictures of my food like a weirdo though, is because I finally learned how to cook actual "from scratch" meals, thanks to this lady right here:
 Ree Drummond might be a genius. There on the right side, you can see all my little flaggies (also bought from Target...because the $1 spot is the best thing in the history of ever) of bookmarked recipes, most of which have been made over and over. Every single thing I've made out of this book has been delicious. My family likes to do a big gathering every 2 or 3 weeks where all the kids get together at Mom and Dad's (OK, back story time, it's technically my dad and step-mom, they have been together since I was 5 and I have 3 younger half brothers, and we don't make distinctions in our house about "step" this or "half" that. I have 2 moms and 2 dads and 3 little brothers, end of story. I love all my parental units to bits and bits, and my brothers probably most of all, right after my kid and husband), and I usually cook. If I can get my picky ass baby brother to chow down like there is no tomorrow, something is going right.

Not only that, but I feel like such a grown up using cornstarch! And heavy cream! And WINE in my recipes!! Basically, if you are like how I used to be, and constantly cook out of a box, go to Target and get the damn book. It's gorgeous and makes gorgeous, yummy food, and you won't regret it.

We are currently going through one of Missouri's oh-so-famous PMSey weather phases, where it's warm and sunshiney and then the next day it's freezing again, but this weekend is shaping up to another beautiful one so I guess I won't complain. Tomorrow I am helping my BFF (another side note, I use terms like "BFF" with no sarcasm/irony, child of the '90s that I am) shop and get ready for her husband's 30th birthday party tomorrow night. Really I'm just using this as an excuse to hang out with her daughter, who's the cutest 1 year old I know. After said shopping and hanging out with the best baby girl ever, I'll head home and get myself and Jon ready, and get Dono packed for an overnight at my parents house. He's going to be hanging out with his Uncle Darrin all night, which means lots of Super Smash Bros and ice cream. Did I mention my little brothers are the best? Jon and I will be spending the evening having quality bonding time with friends. I will be sure to take lots of pictures (I mean it this time!), as we have all been friends for ages and ages and tend to get quite ridiculous after we have a few drinks in us.

After a very long week between work, migraines, and stupid cramps, I'm very much looking forward to this weekend.

I figured I'd finish this off with a picture of the pup who hasn't been featured on the blog yet, Mr. Louie. This fluff ball is pretty much impossible to get a good picture of because HE NEVER STOPS MOVING, and if you call his name he thinks it means that you want him thisclosetoyourfacewithlotsofkisses. He's 8 years old, a Pomapoo (who comes up with these names, seriously?) and Daddy's boy through and through. He's also a pretty amazing dude, shaggy hair and all.

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