Saturday, January 31, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Philly Cream Cheese Stuffed Chicken Breasts
Ingredients
Olive oil spray for baking pan
1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened
2 tablespoons minced onions (if you like onions)
2 minced garlic cloves
1/4 spoon dried basil
dash of black pepper
4 boneless skinless chicken breasts, flattened
2 eggs, beaten
1 cup Panko breadcrumbs
Olive oil spray for baking pan
1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened
2 tablespoons minced onions (if you like onions)
2 minced garlic cloves
1/4 spoon dried basil
dash of black pepper
4 boneless skinless chicken breasts, flattened
2 eggs, beaten
1 cup Panko breadcrumbs
- Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
- Combine the cream cheese, onion, garlic and seasonings. Mix well until blended.
- Spread each piece with 1/4 of the cream cheese mixture, roll up and secure with toothpicks.
Spray the olive oil over chicken pieces to coat.
- Roll in Panko breadcrumbs.
- Spray the olive oil over the pieces of chicken, once more.
- Bake 25-30 minutes or until cooked through and browned nicely. Super awesome!
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Mazatlan Mexican Restaurant
One of the best places in Oak Creek for Authentic Mexican Restaurant.
Margaritas are quite yummy, as well.
10166 South 27th Street Oak Creek WI
414.761.5617
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
Christina Rossetti Sonnett
Many years ago, I ran across a Sierra Club poster that had the first three sentences of this poem on it. I memorized the words because it struck me. I was overjoyed to find there was more to the poem! Read below:
Tread softly! all the earth is holy ground.
It may be, could we look with seeing eyes,
This spot we stand on is a Paradise
Where dead have come to life and lost been found,
Where Faith has triumphed, Martyrdom been crowned,
Where fools have foiled the wisdom of the wise;
From this same spot the dust of saints may rise,
And the King's prisoners come to light unbound.
O earth, earth, earth, hear thou thy Maker's Word:
"Thy dead thou shalt give up, nor hide thy slain"--
Some who went weeping forth shall come again
Rejoicing from the east or from the west,
As doves fly to their windows, love's own bird
Contented and desirous to the nest.
Tread softly! all the earth is holy ground.
It may be, could we look with seeing eyes,
This spot we stand on is a Paradise
Where dead have come to life and lost been found,
Where Faith has triumphed, Martyrdom been crowned,
Where fools have foiled the wisdom of the wise;
From this same spot the dust of saints may rise,
And the King's prisoners come to light unbound.
O earth, earth, earth, hear thou thy Maker's Word:
"Thy dead thou shalt give up, nor hide thy slain"--
Some who went weeping forth shall come again
Rejoicing from the east or from the west,
As doves fly to their windows, love's own bird
Contented and desirous to the nest.
- Christina Rossetti
Sunday, January 25, 2015
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