January 7, 2012
December 28, 2011
December 27, 2011
December 26, 2011
Hey folks! As I have mentioned to you all before am starting my Rad gypsy life fresh. Naturally this means I do not have a soup pot. The other day the monster and I bought a cheap a medium saucepan and a medium frypan. Both nonstick, horrible and bought at wallyworld. Mostly I did this because I know I can get something amazing at goodwill or thrifting with my mom.
My luck I feel the need for soup today, the 26th of December. After a long weekend maybe you too need a quick frypan of chicken noodle.
3 tablespoons butter
1 lb chicken thighs
1/2 cup chopped celery
1/2 cup Chloe's onion
4 large cloves of garlic
1/2 teaspoon poultry seasoning
Salt and pepper to taste
1 cupbaby carrots
2 boxes of chicken broth
60 or so oz
A few handfuls of noodles
In frypan heat butter on medium. Add celery, onion, and garlic....heat until translucent. Add seasonings. Cut chicken is quarters then add to pan.
Meanwhile in saucepan add one box of chicken broth and carrots and noodles of choice. Heat to boiling reduce heat to low. Cover
After chicken is almost fully cooked add rest of broth. Bring to boil reduce to low simmer and cover.
Cook for around 15 minutes then add carrot noodle mix to frypan. Raise temperature and bring to boil. Cut off heat and bam! Easy soup!
December 23, 2011
I have to extend an apology to my followers for being absent of crafts and recipes. Finally my gypsy bones have been rested and my mind is clear to create.
The lil man and I are settled into our new home. It is very little but perfect for the two of us to get back on our feet.
The Indian has a place and art is on the walls.
Today I will sew for the first time in months....
Wish me luck my dolls.
December 12, 2011
December 5, 2011
December 4, 2011
As some of you know my husband and I recently split. Yeah yeah that's why I haven't been blogging. Honestly I haven't felt like it. Today I was inspired.
So I grew up in Seattle till my parents split in '89. We moved to Olympia, WA. Shit, I didn't even knew there were trees let alone forests in Washington. This I'm sure gives you idea to what kinda city girl I was. Olympia is a pretty radical place to spend your early teens in. I moved back and fourth off and on through my teens, traveling all over as any inspiring gypsy can. Last time I spent anything longer than a few months in Olympia I was 2O.
Olympia has changed.
Here are some pictures from today.
I spent a few minutes talking about what Indian art is as well as what the Olympia brewery is. Oh and where I was when I had my last "stubby"....