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When I am a bit stressed out I clean, and/or cook, and/or shop. Well, shopping is out of the question in this certain situation, so I cook. Then clean, and cook some more.

This cooking adventure came to me from the Pioneer Womans cookbook. By the way, here she is if you don't know her. (thepioneerwoman.com) I started with going through her book, realizing that everything is so largely proportioned and largely "home-styled" But that is ok, I wanted to try a few things out.

I made the trip to the grocery store buying everything needed for a weeks worth of breakfast, lunch and dinners and started my escapade.

First, Cinnamon rolls. Wow, I thought, this is going to be a big undertaking. Her recipe creates 50 rolls so I cut it in half. I wasn't so sure about making that much. To my surprise, it was easy, and so fun. I over did the filling, along with adding my own little twist of brown sugar in it, and made the icing a bit too runny, but looks can be so deceiving. The icing I made for them, well liquid, acted as a moisture accent and added that much more flavor. And the filling, even though it oozed way too much, was so sticky and yummy, this is how I responded when I took my first bite:

Oh......My....GOD!!! These are #$%#G good! Kids were not around, so never fear. Plus I said it in my head as my mouth was full. The first pan was done by evening, I placed the second pan in the fridge for breakfast the next day and froze the remaining three pans for later. I so will be making this again and stock piling these bad boys. Never again will I buy Pilsbury Cinnamon rolls!

Next came the fried chicken. Of course I am a recipe changer so instead of soaking the chicken in buttermilk all day, I soaked it in beer. Chicken marinated in beer is good. I do have to admit, this is the first time I made fried chicken and it actually worked! The chicken was done and it was nice and crispy brown, not burnt.

I paired it with some corn on the cob and parmesean mashed potatoes. Wow, talk about a sunday dinner on a monday night. Something has to make the monday worth it right?

My third experiment is her brisket. So far it has been sitting in the marinade for 1 full day and will be cooked tomorrow. Oh-yum, can't wait for that one. I have brussel sprouts to roast and maybe some cornbread to go with it. Ah, my knees are shaking.

Stress, what stress?

Tomorrow I am going to go Martha and make her breakfast sandwich that has ham, gruyere cheese and eggs on it. Then work on my reMarthable brownie. I am pretty sure I have the final tweak in place. I think I might also take the left over filling to the cinnamon rolls and roll it into some crescent rolls. (can I say roll one more time?)

When is this stress going to go away, I might be a little large after the fact. Maybe I should focus the stress on cleaning up. This house is a pit that looks like a storm passed through it. The storm with the names of Krischan, Kadence, and Jakob.

But I guess that is life. How we deal with the stress is what molds us into who we are and who we become. Maybe it will mold me into a Food Nework Star...

Hey, a girl can wish can't she?

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