Tasty Thursday : Mexican style Jambalaya

You know when you have something in your fridge that needs to be used and your lacking ANY inspiration?  Well, this is where this dish was born from.

The delicious chicken I roasted needed to be used and it was definitely not chicken noodle soup weather, but weirdly I was craving a bit of stodge. So after having a rummage to find out what else needed to be used, this is the random creation that is Mexican Style jambalaya!

One pot mexican style jambalaya

I do however need to apologise as the recipe itself is also a bit on the random / vague side…

  • One courgette diced
  • Cup of rice
  • 2 Tablespoon chipotle chili paste
  •  Tinned tomatoes
  • Boiled water (enough to cover rice by about two cm)
  • 2/3 Sliced spring onions
  • Tin of kidney beans, drained
  • Cooked & shredded chicken
  • Grated cheese & sour cream to serve

What it lacks in specific quantities it makes up for in pack a punch flavour and ease.

Heat some oil and fry your courgettes for a few minutes til they soften, add the rice and stir so it gets nicely coated, add the tinned toms, water and stock cube/powder if you have to hand, once simmering add the 1st spoonful of paste.  Let it simmer, lid on until the rice is almost done then add the rest of the paste and the kidney beans and chicken.  Once it all heated few, serve it up and add your toppings – spring onions, cheese and soured cream. Yum. Next time, I will use chorizo too adding instead of oil and cooking with the courgette. mmmmm. I think it would translate to veggie easily too, no meat, mixed peppers and mixed beans, uber yum.

 

Mexican style jambalaya

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Going bare.

I have two lovely little girls.  I am and always have been a tomboy.  This was obviously always going to give me conflicting feelings.

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You know as a parent you want to be open so that you don’t project too much onto your children, you want as much as possible to provide a safe and secure environment to allow them to flourish.

PINK. PINK. PINK. No matter what I tell people (I flippin’ hate pink in case that wasn’t obvious) I still get bombarded with it, thankfully no one has bought one of them a tutu yet.  I know I shouldn’t be quite so ‘rahhhh’ about it, but its hard.  The media today aswell as the shops seem to force our girls to be grown up so much quicker…the make up, the clothes the ridiculous cartoons and stories where all the female protagonists are bloody fairies, movie stars and other useless or whimsical characters.

I am, for the first time in a very very long time going bare on my toe nails this summer because my little Bean is noticing and then copying everything I do, and I am not ready for her two year old toes to be varnished, Just no. I have to fight to get her into a dress, I did it once and she hated it so I won’t be doing it again…am I secretly pleased that she hates dresses and pink? Yes, no doubt about it, I love the fact that she loves to play in the mud, outside digging about to find Mummy worms.  And as for Bites, she’s still letting us know what she’s all about but I will say this – she is already pretty feisty!

Am I dreading the inevitable ‘Princess’ stage? Hell yes. Will I deny either of them a poxy princess dress if that is what they want and it puts a smile on their lovely faces? No. Of course not.  All we can do for our daughters is be strong female role models and make sure they know there is more to it all than being pretty.  Every night at bedtime I tell my babies that they are Funny, Clever, Beautiful and Special, I hope this sinks in and helps them remain confident in themselves as they get older.  Having these two young minds makes you suddenly much more aware of how you behave, I am starting to have a much healthier body image of myself because I don’t want them to grow up with body issues, I firmly believe that me being confident in myself will help them – I never once as a child remember my Mum ever moaning about her bum or worrying about chipping nail varnish or even putting make up on, she was ALWAYS jumping right in ready to have fun at a moments notice whether that was going on an epic bike ride or playing football and do you know what?  She is still running about like a loon now, my nephews actually said to her “Your not like our other nanny, she’s old. Your not, your fun”
And that is how I want my girls to see me, and behave.  They have the rest of their lives to worry about hair and make up and all that goes with it, please please just be girls for a little bit longer.

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Bean, Jojo minutes old, My Mum, Nan and Bites, Bean and her friend, My Mum assisting in the delivery of JoJo (!) and Bean

Inspired by a post on Katy Hill’s new blog…and yes I was inspired by her fearless-ness in her Blue Peter days 🙂

 

Time.

My husband has been away ALL week on a stupid work conference, and I have missed him so especially as we have barely been able to snatch 5 seconds to talk.

But, my piglet and nutjob have kept me entertained and very busy this week…Bites has started to really enjoy weaning, destroying banana mashed with porridge and either butternut, sweet potaot and pear mixed toegtehr for her tea, and Bean…what can I say, she is hilarious.  I know I’m her Mum so it’s a given I will say that but she has whole rooms under her spell these days, for example the dreaded chicken pox is about and she suddenly developed spots on her bum (shes not a nappy rash girl) then more appeared over night so off we went to the drs to get them checked out, we walked in the waiting room and she repeatedly declared

“Doctors going to check my spotty bum”

Needless to say the full waiting room enjoyed that one.

My absolute favourite thing about this week however is the bond developing between them, after an hour in a freezing park, fun had by all the rain was starting so we trundled back to the car where they were loaded in, Bites began to cry, I still had the hound & pushchair to load at this point so her plight had to be ignored. By the time I had folded the buggy I could hear lauging, I peaked into the car from the boot to discover them playing peek-a-boo and laughing hysterically, this continued all the way home.  Made my day, no, made my life. Was just perfect, apart from the one person I wanted most to share it with not being able to answer his phone whilst the giggling was occuring.
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Looking back

So a new year has begun.

2012 was the year I got to become a mummy again. I’m not going to lie, it was tough. A much tougher pregnancy, and I was extremely hard on myself, beating myself up a lot of the time because I was just too tired or too uncomfortable to function as I wanted to. I felt like I wasn’t being a good enough Mum to Bean because I couldn’t play with her properly, Jeez by July I couldn’t bath or lift her in or out of her cot comfortably let alone cuddle her as Bites was transverse. It was heart breaking for me and I felt if I spoke to anyone about it they would laugh at me, or think it was trivial, but it really upset me.

In the end, I got to have my natural birth 🙂

I turned 28 and had yet another birthday sober – no more I tell you.  And I got my hair chopped off.

Me and Bean on my birthday

Me and Bean on my birthday

I celebrated my first wedding anniversary, planned by my amazing husband and was a complete surprise – The Hand & Flowers, the food was amazing!  I can’t wait to go back again and get my fois gras on (I was preggers and therefore only had the tiniest of tastes..!)

Dodgy iPhone pic of the Fois Gras

Dodgy iPhone pic of the Fois Gras

Raspberry Souffle. Ahhh yeh

Raspberry Souffle. Ahhh yeh

Builders Tea - yes please.

Builders Tea – yes please.

I cooked a lot, tried new recipes and got my bake on, I’m hoping to expand on this in 2013.

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I realised that being a Mum is by far the most incredible, terrifying, fun and exhausting thing I have ever undertaken and I love it more and more everyday.  Except for the days when they both need to cry all day for no unfathomable reason, well to me anyway.  And along with that realisation came the thought that I am proud of being a mum, and that is something I never ever thought I would feel.

I’m looking forward to seeing what this year has to bring, hopefully no pregnancies!!