BAKED PESTO CHICKEN
ANGEL HAIR PASTA W/HERBS
Baked Pesto Chicken:
4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
½ c basil pesto
2 plum tomatoes
shredded mozzarella cheese
Preheat oven to 400. Cover cookie sheet with foil. Put pesto and chicken in bowl. Toss until chicken is covered. Bake for 20-25 minutes. Place slices of tomato on top of chicken and sprinkle with cheese. Bake another 3-5 minutes.
Serve with a box of angel hair pasta and herbs and French bread.
PS...I need to brag on my kidlet for a minute (I learn so much from my kids, especially when it comes to perseverence and tenacity!). His dad ran cross-country in high school and always talked about how much fun it was so kidlet decided he wanted to run cross-country. The first race he ran his time was around 32:00 (I think). I can't remember the exact time but I know it wasn't very good in his opinion. I was impressed that he'd finished without collapsing along the way - that would have been me.
Anyway, through out the season he managed to cut his time down to 24:15 - it's amazing that he cut so much time off from the first race. But you know how kids can be. Especially kids that you think are your friends. Especially, especially when those kids are running 2-3 minutes faster than you.
On Tuesday, 2 of his friends in particular were really ugly to him, teasing him about being the "slowest." Which isn't true, he runs about mid-pack, but it still hurt his feelings. As it would anyone. He decided he was going to cut his time down to under 23:00 minutes - they told him he couldn't do it.
When he hit the 1 mile mark yesterday his time was a little under 6:00 - off to a good start. I was excited and yelling, "You can do this. You know you can do this."
When he hit the 2 mile mark, his time was a little under 15:00 minutes. I knew better than to tell him the time so I kept up my, "You can do this. You have this PR (Personal record). YOU CAN DO THIS! - I called his dad with shaky fingers and said, "His 2 mile mark was a little under 15:00!!"
Dad's response: "What? He's normally there around 17:40, isn't he?"
Me, shaking with tears in my eyes, "I think so. OMG, I've gotta get to the finish line."
When I saw him coming down the final stretch the clock was just clicking over the 22:00 mark. Holy shit!!! And guess what? He's still ahead of one of those friends - the one who insisted he couldn't do it in under 23:00.
Finish line time: 22:49 !!! Wooo--hoooo!!!!!
This time when I called his dad, I was crying. And Grey looked like he was about to pass out. In fact, he was weaiving a little and I was really afraid he might go over. But that was okay! LOL
I'm so proud of him and, once again, he's taught me the value of determination.
OK...enough bragging. Thanks for indulging me!!
Peace and love,