Archive | October, 2014

Witchy Woman

31 Oct

Raven hair and ruby lips –
sparks fly from her finger tips.
Echoed voices in the night –
she’s a restless spirit on an endless flight. 

Wooo hoo witchy woman,
see how high she flies?
Woo hoo witchy woman –

She got the moon in her eyes.

Witchy Woman lyrics by Don Henley and Bernie Leadon

Happy Halloween!


Obsessive Attention

29 Oct

“He paid almost obsessive attention to the plans we made, and was distressed by any threat to them.”

— Ian Parker

Critic Housewife BBQ Chicken Bites

24 Oct
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Chicken pieces, two eggs and panko.

My BBQ Chicken Bites recipe was inspired by Jessica Seinfeld’s recipe from her cookbook Deceptively Delicious.

Cooking the chicken bites so they are golden.

Cooking the chicken bites in coconut oil so they are golden on both sides.


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The golden bites on a plate.


All the chicken bites in the skillet with BBQ sauce poured on them.

All the chicken bites back in the skillet with BBQ sauce poured on them.


Yum! The bites are finished after cooking for 20 minutes.

Yum! The bites are finished after cooking in the BBQ sauce for 20 minutes.

 Critic Housewife’s BBQ Chicken Bites

  • 1 cup panko (Japanese breadcrumbs)
  • 2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
  • 1/2 teaspoon paprika
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 2 eggs lightly beaten
  • 1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breast, rinsed, dried and cut into bite-sized pieces
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil or coconut oil
  • 1 – 18 ounce bottle of BBQ sauce
  • brown or white rice
  1. In a bowl, combine the panko, Parmesan, paprika, garlic and onion powder in a bowl. Mix well.
  2. Put the egg(s) in a separate shallow bowl. Put the egg bowl to the left of the panko bowl.
  3. Sprinkle the chicken bites with salt. Dip them into the egg mixture and then toss them into the panko mixture until completely coated.
  4. Set skillet over medium-high heat. When the skillet is hot, add the oil. Place the chicken bites in the skillet but don’t put all the bites in the pan at once – the bites will get soggy. You will have to cook a couple separate batches. Cook until crisp and golden on each side. When finished cooking the first batch, put on a separate plate and cook the second batch.
  5. When all batches of the chicken bites are golden, put them all back into the skillet. Pour in the bottle of BBQ sauce, stir until coated, cover and cook on low heat for 20 minutes.
  6. Serve over brown or white rice.

I Feel A Sin Comin’ On

22 Oct

I feel a sin comin’ on
I feel a right that’s about to go wrong
I got a shiver down to the bone
I feel a sin comin’ on

I gotta buzz in my brain
Drunk on a love goin’ down like champagne
I got a feelin’ it’s gonna leave a lipstick stain
And I’d be the only one to blame

And you can see it
All over my face
Sweet temptation
All over the place
Give me tall dark and handsome,
Mix it up with something strong
I feel a sin comin’ on

I Feel A Sin Comin’ On – Lyrics by Ashley Monroe/Miranda Lambert/Angaleena Presley

Sung by the fantastic group Pistol Annies

Nebraska – The Movie #nebraska

18 Oct

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Nebraska is one of my favorite movies. It’s all in black and white. Great acting, writing, and I liked the ending. Bruce Dern (Laura Dern’s dad) stars in it. Will Forte and June Squibb also star in it.

It drives me crazy when movies and books don’t have good endings.

Surrounded By Assholes

16 Oct

Before you diagnose yourself

with depression or low self-esteem,

first make sure that you are not, in

fact, just surrounded by assholes.

— Sigmund Freud

OMG. Love this quote!

I Can’t Explain

14 Oct

Got a feeling inside.
It’s a certain kind.
I feel hot and cold. 
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah.

Dizzy in the head and I’m feeling blue.
The things you’ve said, well, maybe they’re true.
I’m gettin’ funny dreams again and again.
I know what it means, but …

Can’t explain –
I think it’s love.
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue.

But I can’t explain.

I Can’t Explain lyrics by Pete Townsend

The House That Built Me #thehousethatbuiltme

12 Oct

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I know they say you can’t go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here it’s like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.

The House That Built Me

Lyrics by Tom Douglas and Allen Shamblin

Open Up

5 Oct

“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.”  

— Sylvia Plath

My Hot Peppers #hotpepper

3 Oct
Look at how big and hearty my peppers are!

Look at how big and hearty my peppers are!

I'm growing jalapeño and cayenne (red) peppers.

I’m growing jalapeño and cayenne (red) peppers. I grew 5 plants this year. Next year I will grow 12.

I cut them in half, leaving stems and seeds.

I cut them in half, leaving stems and seeds.

I put them on trays in a dehydrator.

I put them on trays in a dehydrator in our garage. Certain men in my family can’t handle the smell of the peppers dehydrating in our house.

This is what they looked like after 12 hours in the dehydrator.

This is what they looked like after 12 hours in the dehydrator.

I’ll leave them in the dehydrator for 24 hours, making sure when done that they are nice and crispy.

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Here they are, all crispy. Fresh out of the dehydrator.

Then I grind them in a coffee grinder until they have the consistency of pepper.

I sprinkle the hot pepper pepper on everything – love it!

Love my dehydrator! Worth every penny!


She Cast A Charm

1 Oct

“…I’ve never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did. Everything came alive in her company; she cast a charmed theatrical light about her so that to see anything through her eyes was to see it in brighter colors than ordinary.” 

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

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