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Lazy Sunday Legs and Cake

Sam and I woke up Sunday morning feel groggy after a full weekend of socializing and a few too many beers. I rolled around in his arms, cuddling in until our stomach grumblings got the better of us, and I peeled myself out of the cocoon of comfort.

Looking into the fridge and realizing we were down to two eggs is almost heart-wrenching in moments like those. But then I saw the drumsticks.


crispy-chicken-16022c6 Now, I know the classic is meant to be waffles, but I was lacking the necessary waffle making apparatus, and I’m a fan of working with what you got. Also, don’t knock it till you try it!


  • 4-8 bone-in chicken legs (Wings are always an option too. And if you’re feeling a mix of the 2? Go for it! All the merrier!)
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 1 tablespoon Worcestershire (optional)
  • 3/4 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 tablespoon of paprika
  • 1/2 tablespoon garlic powder
  • salt + pepper
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • pancake mix (if you happen to have some lying around, otherwise:)
    -1 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
    -1 1/4 cup milk
    -pinch of salt
    -3 tablespoons melted butter
    -1 egg
    -3 tablespoons baking powder
    -1 tablespoon white granulated sugar (optional)
  • maple syrup

I used a zip-lock bag to marinate my chicken in the buttermilk and Worcestershire. Giving a gentle toss around to thoroughly cover my chicken. While that sat in the fridge, I got my non-stick pan onto the stove to warm over medium heat and a bit of butter melting away and prepped my pancakes. (I had a box of Aunt Jemima’s mix in the cupboard – super convenient). Once the butter had melted I poured thin layers of pancake mix into my pan. I prefer a thinner, almost crepe like pancake when I’m pairing them with savoury foods. As my pancakes cooked, I took my chicken out and added salt, pepper, flour, paprika and garlic powder to the bag and gave it a good shake to get my chicken evenly coated. Don’t forget to flip those pancakes and remove from the non-stick pan once done. In my cast-iron skillet I poured my oil and allowed to warm over medium heat. A trick I’ve picked up for checking the readiness of the oil is by dropping a tiny bit of flour into the oil and seeing if it begins to fry and sizzle – as it should if it’s good to go. Gently add in chicken once oil is ready. Keeping a lid over the skillet allows the chicken to steam as it fries ensuring that is cooked all the way through. Turn over the chicken once the bottom side has browned and crisp and brown the remaining side, removing the lid. Once chicken is that pretty, crispy brown, remove and let drain on a wire rack or bed of paper towels. Now that it’s all ready, you can plate up and serve with butter and maple syrup and enjoy!

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Pets Allowed

It’s surreal that in less than a month Sam and I will be living together. I suppose it’s considered a ‘big step’ in our relationship but it’s been such a long time coming that I can practically shrug it off. That is, until I realize the commitment behind it. Committing to not only live under the same roof as my less-than-clean boyfriend, but committing to saying bye to a chunk of my paycheque each month and to all the easy conveniences of living at home. It’s a little nerve wrecking.

The finances have been hashed out, I can easily afford our joint life, Sam is the love of my life and pets are allowed. That should be all the motivation I need, yet I’m still antsy and paranoid of really setting myself in this path.

2015 is looking to be a year of big, exciting changes and I’m so achingly torn. I have a fear of letting Sam down. Of not letting the best of our relationship be the soul of it. It’s so easy to recall the worst of times when you’re living in bliss because our minds suck. You know what I mean right? The reel of highlights that’s shadowed by the few not-so-funny bloopers? I hate that. I hate that the few bad times can poison my judgment and fuel my commitment fears. Poisonous mind wandering is obviously behind it all and it’s still something I’m working to get under control.

In order to ease my fears I’m working hard all this month at being the better girlfriend that I am. The one in the highlights that doesn’t even let a negative memory slither in to tarnish the gold of the moments. It goes hand in hand with my ‘living in the moment’ commitment, as well ‘putting an end to deadly mind wandering’. But this one is more in line with committing to being less of a nag really. Sam and I will be living together soon. The excitement should be all that matters. I don’t need to fear this path…this is the right kind of commitment.

Cheers to a year of keeping track.

Message Sent

A few weeks ago I decided to take a few little steps to making my friendships more meaningful and appreciated. I’m so lucky to have a loyal, solid group of friends in my life. What better commitment could I make than to be a better friend?

I’ve put together a few non-formal vows to help myself achieve this:

1. Say yes.
All too often I respond to invites with “maybe”. I almost feel inconvenienced by friends when they ask what nights I’m free after work, or how my schedule is looking for the upcoming week. It’s completely irrational and stupid of me. Gratitude and kindness should be present at all times when a friend wants to make time in their own lives for me.

2. Commit to ONE set of plans at a time.
Regrettably, I’m one of those people who double books and lumps social events together as often as I can to try to appease as many people as possible. Due to my instinct to reply with ‘maybe’, I frequently overbook my nights and mash people and plans together. Not only is it inconsiderate to my friends, it also takes away from the personal connections I would otherwise be more conscious of making if I were only with the one person instead of the two/more I’ve had tag along.

3. Get in contact for no particular reason.
Over the year I’ve gotten progressively worse at responding to texts, emails and messages and we all know calling is practically a dead form of communication nowadays. When I do contact people it’s usually to make plans, confirm them or ask favours or advice. I rarely send spontaneous messages like I used to back in high school anymore. The average person checks their phone 150 times per day. Yet I can’t find the time to text someone a ‘good morning’? I can do better.

4. Show up.
Even when a friend does manage to get me to say a definite ‘yes’ to a set of plans, I’ve pulled the infamous last-minute reschedule too many times. After a long day of work, or even just the looming threat of an early morning I’ll dread any plans I’ve committed to for the night and ask to cancel, then beg forgiveness. I always have a great time when I force myself to get over that hesitation hump and later chaste myself for dreading the plans in the first place. Minds as well just skip the whole guilt of bailing and just stick to the plans regardless of my sore soles or aching shoulders.

So, that’s about it. There’s my over all plan for committing to be a better friend. They deserve the best of me and I’ve slacked long enough.

Cheers to a year of keeping track.

Reference Realization

I’ve referenced, non-specifically, the correlation between commitment and happiness over the past few entries. In all honesty, I hadn’t intended for this year to boost my personal happiness but it’s such a brilliant concept that I’m gonna go with it full tilt.

Psychology experts have suggested that even those not born with a sunny disposition (hello), can bring more meaning and satisfaction to their lives which really is the true basis of happiness. This year of commitment started on a whim and it’s growing unexpectedly. It’s really all such a simple concept! Committing to being a greater friend, or daughter alleviates my stress and guilt as well as brings those around me joy. Their joy alone is enough to give me quite a happiness fix.

This new realization allows me to introduce the newest, firmest, and most relevant of my yearly commitments… Committing to happiness.

Cheers to a year of keeping track.

Downward Dog

Twenty one days. That’s how long it supposedly takes to create a habit. This blog is at the seven day mark, my nail biting has been a solid 24 years and yoga, twenty days!

For the past few years I’ve fallen off the wagon, climbed back on, slipped again, and so on. This is the longest, uninterrupted stretch I’ve lasted for in this daily routine. Let me explain something vitally important here. I suck(!) at yoga. I get uncomfortable in most poses, I need constant reminder to breathe and when people instruct me to smile through the movement, I look like I’m snarling. Practice, whether at home or in the studio, is something I need to coax myself into and it takes more willpower than I care to admit to not leave my mat and sob in the corner due to my sad lack of flexibility. At twenty days I still need pep talks and reassurance that I’m getting somewhere.

I don’t believe in this twenty one day nonsense. Waking up tomorrow with the sudden, vigorous need to do some Vinyasa, isn’t going to happen. Getting yourself to do better isn’t easy, and there’s never a definite cut-off to when you don’t need to work as hard at it. I force myself into awkward body twists and stretches because there is a calmness to the practice that I strive for in my life and the health benefits are undeniable.

The things that we work the hardest for in life are the greatest of our accomplishments.
Back to the mat I go.

Cheers to a year of keeping track.