Bell Pepper Egg Pockets

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This recipe started off as a Pinterest attempt gone wrong. There are tons of pictures of these cute bell pepper rings with a fried egg neatly nestled in the middle. Of course when I tried it, the egg ran out the bottom and mostly it was just a big mess. This morning I had one yellow pepper left and thought, why not just cut it in half and use it like a little bowl to hold my egg. Guess what, it worked and it was delicious.

Bell Pepper Egg Pockets

1 Bell Pepper

2 Eggs

Coconut Oil

Dried Basil

Salt & Pepper

Directions: 

Cut pepper in half and scoop out seeds.

Cut pepper in half and scoop out seeds.

Heat oil in pan over medium-high heat. Slightly char top of peppers.

Heat oil in pan over medium-high heat. Slightly char top of peppers.

Turn peppers over, crack an egg in each one, season  with basil, salt and pepper. Cover pan with lid and cook until egg is set with a slightly runny yolk. approx. 5 mins.

Turn peppers over, crack an egg in each one, season with basil, salt and pepper. Cover pan with lid and cook until egg is set with a slightly runny yolk. approx. 5 mins.

Remove from heat and serve over mixed greens dressed with balsamic vinegar.

Remove from heat and serve over mixed greens dressed with balsamic vinegar.

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Udi’s makes my favorite bread and the pizza crust is pretty yummy too. Grab this coupon for $2/1 ANY Udi’s Product . Also available today $2/1 Glutino Product– theglutino chocolate covered pretzels are good if you need a sweet and salty snack.

Find my recipes using Udi’s GF bread and pizza crust here:

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When The Biggest Heroes Are The Smallest

One of the coolest things about being a parent , besides having these wonderful, annoying, miraculous little people in your life, is that your kids will bring other people into your life that touch your heart and make your world a brighter place. I know how mushy I sound, but with my baby graduating elementary school and my middle son graduating Jr. High this week, I am a virtual leaking faucet ready to turn into a full blast downpour of tears at any second. This morning was the end of year award ceremony for my youngest son. I sat there trying not to fall apart over this being the last elementary school award assembly I’ll attend as a mom. My son received an award for a science project he was part of. Then the P.E. teacher chose two athletes to represent good sportsmanship, ability and all around athlete. I saw a few of my son’s friends look at him but the name called was one of his close friends. As soon as I heard it I thought “yep, that makes sense. Good choice”. Then I thought about all he has been through the last few months and what I have slowly learned about his family.

My son and *Justin are new friends this year. They both share a passion for sports, football in particular. Justin has been over several times, is always a polite and cheerful kid. His dad is a friendly guy my husband and I liked immediately. My husband is working on a truck with my daughter, so the garage is usually open and they chat over the progress of the truck and other guy stuff.  My husband learned through their talks that he lost his leg in a motorcycle accident. Despite the fact he wears shorts, I didn’t notice this until the day he had to talk to me about his son chipping the bone on his collarbone at my son’s birthday party, playing football. Let’s just say a tall, broad-shouldered, one-legged man letting you know his son got hurt on your watch, is pretty intimidating. For the record, he was way cooler and understanding than I think I would have been and just asked that speak with parents of the kid involved. He also shared with my husband that his wife is not home, so he is a single parent at the moment. Recently, my son asked if he could visit Justin’s dads house in the desert. “They have another house?” I asked. “No, that’s Justin’s step dad he lives with.” When I asked if Justin mentions his mom, my son said no, just that she left when he was in third grade. This man is raising three kids, a teenager, Justin and his little brother. I am so impressed by his love and dedication to his family. His boys are well-mannered, good-natured, always fun to have over, a true testament to the kind of parent he is.

A couple of weeks ago, Justin called and asked me for a ride to school. I said “sure”. He said he would start walking and I left to pick him up. I was a little surprised, but I like knowing my kids friends know they can trust and call me when they need something. On my way to get him, the dad calls and says ” thanks, never mind I got him.” I say “ no problem , anytime.” He says they had a busy morning, I make a joke about understanding that and he proceeds to tell me that his teenage daughter tried to commit suicide the night before and he was at the hospital all night. My heart sinks, I ask what I can do to help. I offer to have Justin and his brother over, whatever we can do to help. I let my son know what has happened and ask him to be a good friend and to be extra gentle with him. After school, I talk to Justin’s dad,  he gives me an update and shares they need to get her counseling and medication on track because in two weeks he is having surgery on his spine in his neck. All I can think is what else can this poor man go through and I try not to cry in front of him.  The boys come spend a couple of afternoons at our house skateboarding and hanging out. As usual,  they are both always cheerful and in a good mood when they are over. Since the surgery, they have to go home after school because the dad does not want his daughter home alone and the neighbor is keeping an eye on things. I have been driving them home everyday, so I get to hear how their day was and how things are going. His coach is picking him up for games, so life is as close to normal as can be expected.

Seeing firsthand how positive and committed this boy is, I knew he was an excellent choice for 6th grade athlete. Then, each class picked their academic scholars. My son received a certificate, which I am very proud of. Then two students were chosen for the PRIDE award and once again I heard Justin’s name called. As he stood on stage with his medal and his trophy , I thought of the hurdles he has overcome. The loving brother I have seen him be, the great friend, hardworking athlete and student. By his side, a loving committed father who has set an amazing example. I am so proud to know someone so special and be a small part of his life. My son is truly blessed to have such extraordinary  friends. I took a picture and texted it to his dad and today it will be my honor to drive him home and hear how the rest of the day went. Heroes are where you least expect them and make the biggest impact, by just being themselves. No worries of what is lost or left behind, they charge forward, do what needs to be done, all with compassion, love and dedication.

*name has been changed

Abercrombie & Fitch Controversy? Please…

Am I the only one who thinks this Abercrombie & Fitch thing is completely ridiculous? They didn’t just stop making plus size clothing. Yes, they only stock size 0 and extra small, that’s why 10-year-old girls shop there. If you were pretentious enough to pay $38 dollars for half shirt that shows your child’s belly because it had a company logo on it, what did you expect? I don’t see the fashion sense in making your body a walking billboard. You are paying to advertise for a company! Now, your closet of overpriced, too small-clothes is projecting the wrong image? The solution….let’s give it to the homeless. That is exactly what they need, thin t-shirts and booty shorts for those cold winter nights. Double bonus if you’re a homeless teen, no need to hide the fact that you have nowhere to sleep or food to eat, slap on that hand-me-down A&F shirt so that you make sure you get bullied at lunch. I guess the logic is homeless people are the only people skinny enough to fit the clothes. Plus, if your homeless, you don’t have any sense of morality or human kindness. Wearing clothes from a company whose owner says it’s brand is “only for cool and popular kids” presents no moral dilemma  for them. That’s why we have homeless, to relate our messages to the world while we rush off buy our $4 lattes, text about the injustices of the world and hit the mall to buy the next fashion trend. I say if you were like Macklemore and were Poppin Tags to begin with, you wouldn’t have these problems.

 

In case you don’t know what poppin tags is: Macklemore and Ryan Lewis Thrift Shop 

P.S. I couldn’t even spell Abercrombie & Fitch until today.

 

$1.10 OFF Hawaiian Punch- Print Now

I love Hawaiian Punch…I know, I know it’s full of red dye and a bunch of other really bad stuff, but you have to live a little once in a while. Also, summer is coming and you know you need some rum punch to get through those long days of kids home all day. Wal-Mart has the gallon size for $1.92 making your final price $0.82! Pick up some coconut rum with it and start your summer right.

$1.10 off             Punch

Hawaiian Punch Aloha Morning Printable Coupon

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Thank you Cha-Ching On A Shoestring.

Love, Marriage And Paying The Bills

Yesterday, my husband and I had one of those fights, that’s not a fight, more of a vent, but because your irritated, you want someone else to be irritated (him), and the person trying to be positive and helpful (me) finally gets annoyed and breathes a sigh of relief when that person goes to hide in the garage for the rest of the day.  It of course was over what we all like to argue about, money.

Men deal with money issues in a very different way than women. A lack of it is like an assault on their manhood. Me, I have no problem telling my kids that like my youth and beauty, they have sucked all the money right out of me. If I have to clip coupons, look for sales and go without, so can they. I am not gonna hid that we work hard and struggle to give them the life that they wish was so much better. If  I make it too cozy here, they might just stay. Every time they complain about what they don’t have “I bet you can’t wait to go to college and make a better life for yourself”. Once in a while I get the “You didn’t finish college before you had us.” My reply, “Don’t you wish I had.” Which is usually answered with an eye roll and a kid stomping to their room muttering how they will never say no to their kids. To which I make a mental note I really should be stocking up on candy and loud battery operated toys for my grandchildren so my revenge can be properly planned out.

Okay, so back to yesterday. He starts bitching about why the cell phone bill went up. He has everything emailed to him and as bad as it is for the environment, I like paper bills. I can open it see what bullshit charge they are trying to tack on and have them remove their “mistake”. So, I call, our son who is in elementary school has a data plan. He should have an internet block, not a $10 data plan. I get that removed, go through each line, make changes and save $20. As any spouse knows, on bill paying day, your otherwise loving, stable partner turns into a crazed squirrel trying to store nuts for the winter and is sure you are going to throw an all-night kegger giving away anything that can’t be bolted to the floor to our reckless, free-wheeling friends.  “Why would you add $10 dollars to the bill, that’s not what I wanted.” “Because it makes our overall bill go down $20 a month after fixing the stuff that was wrong.” “I guess that is just all my fault.”  From past experience, I know I will not get anywhere, so I start going through the bill pile, separating what has been paid and needs to be filed and what needs to be paid. “Why can’t you just help me?” I thought that was what I was doing but again past experience tells me it is better to ride out the storm. I open an envelope, “What is this?” I say to myself as I read. My lovely husband responds “Why are you opening my mail?!” Seriously. “Seriously, you just asked me to help you and now you want to know why I am opening the mail!?” I think even he see’s the irony in this, cleans off the kitchen table mumbling god only knows what to himself, then disappears into the garage. The fact that I don’t follow him into the garage, be peppy and annoying, trying to get him into a better mood and see what a blessed life we have, then cry and get my feelings hurt because he won’t let me fix him, shows that I have matured and learned a few things about marriage. The fact spend the rest of the morning bitching about cleaning the house and what a crappy day it’s been shows I haven’t grown up that much.

By afternoon, he stays in the garage. I go pick-up the kids from school. I warn each one dad is in a bad mood and if they do something to get in trouble, they are on their own. Our poor middle son had to stay after school for not finishing homework and came home to long lecture in the garage.  Outside of that, there were no other casualties. My son went to football and I went back to the gym for a round of Zumba to sweat out the remainder of my stress, and the others smartly stayed out of the line of fire.

This morning, I woke up to an apology. Then he received a phone call with a job offer. That in a nutshell is marriage. Learning when to be there, when to give someone space and mostly to laugh at each others irrational behavior. Oh yeah, and to have someone help you make life unbearable for your children.

Cinco de Whata?

So this morning I ask my husband, “What do you want to do for dinner tomorrow? BBQ? or I could make taco’s for Cinco de Mayo.” To which my husband replies “Why would we celebrate Cinco de Mayo?” To which I shockingly ask “are you not American!?” Looking confused answers “I am, which is why I am asking?” “Cinco de Mayo is when all white people drink margaritas!” I say as I shake my head and roll my eyes. Good thing he has me, he would miss out on all the fun.

Coconut Orange Martini

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I love that martinis have a very grown-up sophisticated feel to them. Somehow you look fancier drinking out of a martini glass. People look at you and think “hey, she is having a martini” instead of “is she seriously drinking in the middle of day, o my gosh!” For this drink, I had just opened a can of coconut cream for a recipe I was making for dinner, I had an apron on and thought ” What a good time for a martini so I don’t waste this coconut cream.” (because you should always drink martini’s when you have an apron on, duh.) Plus, it stopped from complaining about making dinner instead of being outside, floating in the pool.

Coconut Orange Martini

2 Shots spiced rum

Orange juice

1 tbsp coconut cream (not milk, but the cream. I buy mine at Trader Joes. It makes this martini thick and frothy.)

Shredded coconut to rim glass.

Fill shaker with ice, add the rum, OJ (cover ice but leave room to shake) and coconut cream. Shake, pour into coconut rimmed glasses, Enjoy. (serves 2-4 depending on size of martini glass.)

 

Fresh N Easy Gluten-Free Sale

fne gf saleMay is Celiac Awareness month and Fresh N Easy is celebrating with a sale, yay! The worst thing about being gluten-free is having to pay full price for stuff (okay, that is not the WORST part, but bad enough for a penny pinching couponer who has flashbacks to her impoverished childhood). Watch their ad in the Wednesday paper for coupons or sign-up for Friends Rewards here and watch your email for in store coupons.