Monthly Archives: February 2012

Solo Saturday

Bacon, Strawberries, Food, Mimosa, Sunshine, Pool

Super fresh strawberries and bacon cooked to perfection!

Ah, Saturday. The first full day of the weekend when no work needs to be done and you can laze around in your pajamas until you feel ready to change to sweats. Of course, there are some weekends when you have plans – travel, gardening, shopping, visiting with friends, etc. But every once in awhile a Saturday will roll around when you open your eyes late in the morning and say, “I’m going to be lazy today.”

Well, this past Saturday I did even better than that. I haven’t had much time alone since I started working again, except for the few days I had the flu. (I don’t count those days, though, because I felt miserable.) I love working and being out of the house, so this hasn’t been a bad thing, but I went from being alone most of the time, to being alone none of the time. So you can imagine my excitement when Matt told me last week that he’d be golfing with a group on Saturday morning. I immediately began listing off activities that I wanted to do while he was gone: make brunch with bacon and mimosas; preferably eat said brunch on the patio, depending on the weather; catch up on television shows that only I watch; do girly things like paint my nails or dance to music around the house while I do laundry and such. I can honestly say with successful pride that I accomplished all of these things, and more.

Matt had an early tee time, so I slept in as late as my body would allow – 11:00. And thus commenced “Emily’s Solo Saturday.” I immediately went down to the kitchen, made myself a mimosa, and threw some bacon onto the skillet. Meanwhile, television shows only I watch – The Bachelor, Pretty Little Liars, The Vampire Diaries – streamed on my computer as I sliced fresh strawberries with the patio sliding door wide open. I took my brunch to the patio, realizing that the weather was perfect.

Following brunch, I took nail polish, magazines, and more mimosa mix to the lounge chairs by the pool to get some sun. I also turned on my classical rock mix on the stereo system and pointed it out of the open sliding doors to the patio. The first song that played? Eric Clapton’s “Layla.” :)   Now, we haven’t been able to enjoy the pool since we moved in because we moved into the house in November. Now that the weather is warming back up, I’m so excited that we can actually use our yard. More exciting is that with my family coming in March, it seems very likely that we’ll get to hang by the pool while they’re here!

Long story short, “Emily’s Solo Saturday” was a great success. Funny enough, though…around 3:00, I started to anticipate Matt’s arrival home. As much as I loved my mid-morning/afternoon charade, I started to miss my other half. Maybe next time I can include him in the brunch-making morning fun…

Brunch, Mimosa, Bacon, Strawberries, Sunshine, Pool

My poolside setup: magazines, nail polish, water, Pringles, and my mimosa.

 

Brunch, Mimosa, Nail Polish, Bacon, Strawberries, Pool, Sunshine

Cheers! Oh, and for the first time in a long time, my nails actually have some color on them.

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Mundane Musings

Since coming home from Cadiz, life has slowed down a bit and become quiet. There is so much at our fingertips over here, but to be quite honest, I crave these quiet periods. A mundane routine isn’t a bad thing; it’s just not realistic or practical to be traveling all the time. As wonderful and lucky that we are to get to go on these trips and see these new places, there’s something to be said about getting up, going to work, coming home, making dinner, watching a bit of tv, and then curling up under the warmth of your own covers for a full night’s sleep. I’ve always been the type of person that craves routine – let’s be honest, I make tons of lists to keep things in order! Therefore, it’s been nice to settle down and fall back into normalcy, as boring as it may be.

The problem with this, though, is that it does not give me much material to blog about. I’ve become so addicted to Top of the Mañana to You and when days go by without an original post, not only do I feel like I’m letting my readers down, but the itch to write gets worse and worse. So, in an attempt to stay relevent and ease the writing anxiety, I figured I’d share some of my mundane with you. I figure it’s still unique, because I can provide a little extra insight into our lives over here, which stays within the perameters of “a series of Emily’s European adventures.” And I think I’ve decided this will become a weekly commentary, presented each Friday, called Mundane Musings that will be told through a series of photos. What do you think?

Since the house came fully furnished, including paintings and decor, I needed to find a place for some of our artwork. I could have simply taken down and exchanged what the owner hung, but to be honest, they have good taste. So, I used this cozy, little corner as you turn up the stairs to put this painting. I quite like its location.

Recognize these flowers? These are the V-Day flowers Matt got me, but I had to show them now in full bloom. Lilies are my favorite flower, and they hadn’t bloomed yet when I first received the bouquet. Now it’s starting to look very lush.

I thought it would be fun to show you what it looks like when we leave the house to drive to work. This beautiful and windy road up the hill takes us away from our little seaside town to the highway and onto Gibraltar!

This shack is located right outside of the entrance to our town on the frontage road next to the highway. The Spanish man that runs it sells a variety of things, but most notably, firewood. Almost everyone here has a working fireplace and they choose to use it during the winter instead of a home heating unit. We lit up a few fires with this firewood during December.

At the end of a long day, I love to watch tv in bed! I thought it would be fun to show you what it looks at from my perspective. :) I love that little corner and when the weather warms up, I plan on opening the doors to the balcony on the right (not pictured) and reading a book on that loveseat. And yes, that is a Modern Family episode playing on the tv.

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Carnaval in Cadiz, Spain

Cadiz, Spain, Festivities, Chiringota, Old Town, Festival, Costumes, Tapas

Entering the old town to celebrate Carnaval with the rest of the city.

I’ve recently heard from multiple people that Cadiz, Spain is supposed to be a beautiful and fun city to visit. It’s only about an hour and a half away from Gibraltar and is the oldest continuously-inhabited city on the Iberian Peninsula. Since it’s so close to us, we decided it would be fun to spend the weekend there to celebrate our anniversary and partake in the Carnaval festivities.

We left directly from work last Friday to make our way to Cadiz. Matt booked a hotel on the beach just outside of the city, which ended up working in our favor, as the celebrations in the old town lasted well into the wee hours of the morning. Our hotel was situated directly on the beach overlooking the Atlantic Ocean – while we may live on the Mediterranean, we are so far south that it takes no time to get to the Atlantic side of Spain. We were not interested in heading into the old town on Friday night, because we were saving our energy for the next day, so we went down to the promenade next to the beach to find a place to eat. A cozy, little tapas place was just the spot. I absolutely loved the atmosphere at this restaurant. The wine list was printed onto large wine bottle displays and the menu completely consisted of either tapas, €2 to €3 a plate, or raciones, which are a slightly bigger portion at a higher price. We ordered a bottle of champagne and enjoyed tapas dishes of mini hamburguesas, skewers of solomillo (steak), and pasta rings stuffed with cheese in a red sauce. Dinner was followed with a drink outside by the beach under a heater and then it was early to bed for a restful night of sleep!

Cadiz, Spain, Chiringotas, Tapas, Festivities, Festival, Old Town, Costumes

Hanging with the locals! These guys were cracking me up, so I had to get in on the action...

We sure needed our rest, because on Saturday we ventured into the old town to take part in the Carnaval festivities. Carnaval in Cadiz is one of the best known carnivals in the world. Their celebrations are quite different than the ones you’ll find at Mardi Gras in New Orleans; they do not emphasize the scandalous or the glamorous. The central themes of their Carnaval are often political criticisms and they dress up in costumes similar to something you’d see on Halloween. People from all over Spain come to Cadiz specifically for this celebration, and because of this, the city practices for the entire year leading up to Carnaval in hopes of presenting yet another fabulous event.

Cadiz, Spain, Chiringotas, Festivities, Festival, Tapas, Old Town, Costumes

Here you can see my new mask, the street vendors, and part of the beautiful city. It's nearing the end of the afternoon, meaning siesta-time and thinning crowds.

We took a cheap cab ride into the old town, and immediately upon our arrival we were thrust into a sea of people. Clearly, the daytime festivities were geared towards families, because there were children in costume everywhere. There were balloon stands, food stands, and in all of the big squares stages were set-up where lively performances were taking place. Matt and I grabbed a pastery and began to wander around the city; our aim was to see as much of the old town as possible, while catching the cultural celebrations along the way. On just about every street we caught crowds surrounding musical groups called chiringotas. Chiringotas are popular Carnaval attractions – they are musical groups consisting of about 7 to 12 people that sing satirical songs and whose goal is to entertain the crowd. They play a bevy of instruments and even though we didn’t quite understand what they were singing about, the yells and laughter of the crowd clued us into the fact that they were quite funny. In the alleyways were stalls selling masks and other goods. I went ahead and bought a mask in anticipation for the evening…I didn’t want to be the only one not in costume. I also found a man selling scarves for only €2 and I didn’t hesitate before snatching up a gorgeous black and orange scarf, which I happen to be wearing today.

Cadiz, Spain, Chiringotas, Costumes, Festival, Festivities, Old Town, Tapas

Mmmmmmmmm, tinto verano...

Though the city was packed with people, I didn’t miss the beauty of the architecture. Cadiz really is a beautiful and elegant city, one of the most charming I’ve seen since coming to Spain (though, nothing beats Toledo). It’s been the home port of the Spanish navy since the 18th century and the old town has various plazas, or barrios, that are connected by narrow, windy streets. It has cathedrals, monuments, statues, cobblestone streets, and elegantly-styled facades. We enjoyed a drink on the Plaza de la Catedral, where the enormous and stunning cathedral is situated; this would also be the site of the largest party crowd in the city that evening. The tapas bars were all dimly-lit, with stone interiors, and with menus a mile long. One of my favorite discoveries was tinto verano. Tinto verano is a red wine-based drink similar to sangria, and boy was it delicious; it was my drink of choice for most of the day since the weather was warm and springlike. After a day of exploring the city, we did what the Spanish do, and went back to our hotel for a siesta. After a proper nap and a bit of freshening up, it was time to venture back into the old town to see what the evening had in store.

Cadiz, Spain, Chiringotas, Costumes, Festival, Festivities, Old Town, Tapas

Like I said, we ordered A LOT of food.

Saturday evening we walked to the old town with the masses of people. I am not exaggerating when I say that every single person was dressed up in some sort of costume, which meant my mask purchase was an accurate foresight, much to my relief. We found a friendly little tapas place where we proceeded to order half of the menu; it’s so hard not to when a plate is only €2! Among the many fantastic dishes we enjoyed, there were a few favorites: a vegetable skewer of eggplant (more commonly known over here as aubergine) and zucchini with a guacamole sauce; patatas bravas, which are cubed and fried potatoes served with a spicy tomato sauce; and fried cheese balls drizzled with honey. After our meal, we followed the crowd to the earlier Plaza de la Catedral where it seemed that every single person in the city had gathered. The crowd was incredible! It took us nearly 15 minutes to make our way through the mass of people to the steps of the cathedral where we could get a good view of everyone in costume. People were singing songs, yelling, blowing kazoos, and just all-around having a great time. Not to mention, a great deal of alcohol was being served. ;)

Cadiz, Spain, Chiringotas, Costumes, Festival, Festivities, Old Town, Tapas

Street vendors like this one were around every corner grilling up chorizo all night.

We spent some time partaking in the revelry, but there is only so much “people-watching” one can do. Though the party was raging for the locals, without an activity or a concert of some sort, there wasn’t much else to do, and after awhile, we decided to make the long trek home. To place a cherry on top of an amazing experience, as we turned down another packed alley of people, we witnessed a hilarious chirade. Four men dressed as characters from Mario Kart were lined up side by side. Observers were pressed to the side of the alley wall as someone yelled, “Uno! Dos! Tres!” On three, the characters took off in a sprint down the narrow alley, screaming “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh” the entire way. We about lost it laughing; nothing like a real-life Mario Kart race to finish off the night. I only wish I knew who won!

All in all, the weekend was a great success. We woke up late on Sunday morning and made it home with the entire afternoon left to relax before the start of the work week. Cadiz was an absolute brilliant city and the Carnaval festivities were fantastic. It was a wonderful way to celebrate our three year anniversary, and I can only imagine that this won’t be the last time we visit Cadiz. When summer arrives, it’s only a trip up the coast to swim in the Atlantic and enjoy the city, minus the crowds.

Cadiz, Spain, Costumes, Festival, Chiringotas, Festivities, Old Town, Tapas

Check out this massive crowd!!!

Cadiz, Spain, Chiringotas, Costumes, Festival, Festivities, Old Town, Tapas

And here's another view as we come into the square with the cathedral in the background.

Cadiz, Spain, Costumes, Chiringotas, Festival, Fesitivites, Old Town, Tapas

And lastly, one of me and Matt with my mask!

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My Sister, Melissa

Blonde, Brunette, Sister, Oklahoma

Before and After: different, for sure...but both beautiful!

I was on Facebook the other day and clicked over to my sister’s profile to see what she’s been up to. Now, it’s important to understand that even though we are close in age, we couldn’t be more different. I’m tall, she’s short. I’m pale, she’s (usually ;) ) tan. I’m blonde, she’s always been brunette. She has fuller lips than mine, larger eyes, and a more petite frame. We went to the same University (Boomer Sooner!), but it usually took people quite awhile to figure out that we’re sisters. I remember going to a fraternity party one time with her where she’d made a ton of friends I’d never met, even though I’d been at the school a year longer. She was pulling me through the hallway introducing me as her sister. Well, since sororities were very popular at our school, they assumed she meant sorority sisters. Ironically, and this is very rare, we had actually joined different sororites. So, Melissa began clarifying by saying, “This is my sister, Emily! My blood sister.” We still laugh about that night to this day.

Well, imagine my surprise when I went to her profile, clicked on her pictures, and saw that my brunette sister is blonde! For the first time since I can remember. She’s always played around with blonde highlights, but this is the blondest I’ve ever seen her. While this may seem like a frivolous topic, you must understand that we’ve lived for almost 25 years with this main color distinction. I have to say, though, I like it! A lot. While talking with Melissa the other day, I mentioned that now maybe people will actually believe that we are sisters!

Whether her hair is brunette, black (which she once dabbled with), or blonde, she’s my sister through and through. We laugh the same way, with an almost full body movement, that usually ends with a forehead bump if we’re sitting directly across from one another. We are typically entertained by the same things and if you are our opponents in a game of spades or Taboo, prepare to be dominated. I can’t wait for March when she and the rest of my family come over to Spain…for a bit I won’t be one of the only blondes on the Costa del Sol!

Brunette, Blonde, Sister

This was taken back in 2008 on her birthday just before I graduated from college. As you can see, she was dabbling with highlights, but wasn't quite as blonde as she is now!

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Be Mine

Valentine's Day, Gun Range, Be Mine

An oldie but goodie...me and Matt nearly 3 years ago.

Valentine’s Day marks a special occasion for me and Matt, and not just because of its romantic tendencies. Three years ago, Matt and I went on our very first date, on February 14th, making this holiday our anniversary. It was actually quite a coincidence, contrary to how it seems. We did not plan to go on a date on Valentine’s Day, it just happened. We’d met through a mutual friend and by the 13th, we’d gotten to know each other on a couple of nights out. The night before Valentine’s Day, we got into a discussion about guns – random, yes I know, but we’re from Texas. I’d never shot a gun before and one of Matt’s hobbies was to go to the gun range. He made a joke that we should go the next day, and since I liked him quite a bit at this point, I emphatically encouraged the idea.

Valentine's Day, Be Mine, Gun Range

And we have this lovely lady to thank for putting us in the same room!

Well, the next morning I received a text message telling me to get ready and that he was taking me to shoot a gun. Looking back, I’m quite glad this was our first date activity, because it’s so unconventional that it makes the occasion extremely memorable. We spent the day teaching me the art of loading and shooting a gun, followed by lunch at Jake’s Hamburgers, and that night we went out with some friends. Who knew that was the start to whirlwind romance that would take me to Ireland and now to Spain?

Three years later, I like to think that Matt and I still go on unique dates. Last year, we traveled to St. Moritz, Switzerland for the annual White Turf Horse Race on Ice on Valentine’s weekend. This year, we’re going to Cadiz to participate in the Carnival festivities. In the meantime, we spent February 14th in the best possible way – relaxing at home. We cooked steaks on the grill, I made a pasta side, we enjoyed it all with a vintage bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne, and after we watched the most recent episode of The Bachelor (clearly, this was my request).

I am so lucky to have Matt as my amazing partner in crime. Not only does he let me choose what we watch on tv and take me on awesome trips, but I can now load and aim a gun with superb accuracy. ;)

Be Mine, Gun Range

My beautiful flowers from Matt, behind our delicious dinner.

Valentine's Day, Be Mine, Gun Range

Playing with the settings on my camera, I was able to get this neat photo.

Valentine's Day, Be Mine, Gun Range, Veuve Clicquot

Dessert! Since I'm not a huge fan of sweets, we went with an assortment of bite-sized dessert. And, of course, a cigar is dessert for Matt.

Veuve Clicquot, Valentine's Day, Be Mine, Gun Range

Another playful pic with my camera. We love champagne - especially Veuve Clicquot. :)

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German Schnitzel

German, Austrian, Schnitzel, Party

The thing about living abroad is that you are bound to make friends from all different countries. In Ireland, it was a little different, since my friends turned out to be, for the most part, Irish and American. Down here in Spain, we know a bevy of people that form a group of nationalities: Spanish, Portuguese, British, Russian, Dutch, and a large group of Germans. Well, our German friends decided to have a little party last night to celebrate a popular German cuisine: schnitzel.

According to my research online, there are debates about where schnitzel originated. Some say it appeared in Vienna, Austria during the 15th or 16th century, thus making it a traditional Austrian dish. Others say that it could have been brought to Austria during the Battle of Vienna by German or Polish troops. Either way, it’s very popular in all of these aforementioned regions and can now be found all over the world. In Austria, schnitzel is traditionally made with veal. In Germany, it’s traditionally made with pork. The process for making schnitzel is to thin the boneless meat with a mallet, coat it in bread crumbs, and then fry it. It is commonly served with a lemon slice and potatoes with parsley and butter. Another little known fact that I learned in my research is that chicken fried steak may have originated in the United States when Austrian or German immigrants came to Texas. Yee-haw!

Germany, Austria, Schnitzel, Party

An assembly line of pork and ingredients, all ready to go!

Well I can’t imagine a better way to try schnitzel for the very first time than to go over to my friend Tina’s apartment and let a group of Germans prepare it. Seriously, Tina had warned me that it’s a messy, crazy, and enjoyable experience, and I got to be a part of it firsthand. Only a glance into the kitchen helped me appreciate the process behind making schnitzel for a large group of people. Each slice of pork was prepared individually in a made-to-order fashion – simply meaning that you had to get in line and wait your turn!

Germany, Austria, Schnitzel, Party

Oil and frying pan doing their job.

While waiting, we all sipped on German beer and munched on appetizers. There were multiple kinds of potato salads, my favorite being one made with some sort of spicy mustard. As each plate of schnitzel made its way out of the kitchen, my stomach started to rumble even harder. And when it was finally my turn, my girlfriends gathered around to see if I thought it was as great as everyone had made it out to be. No worries, it was delicious. I noticed that it wasn’t just a piece of fried meat; the breadcrumbs were seasoned to add more depth to the flavor and once the lemon was drizzled in full capacity, each citrusy bite was great. Even better, one portion size was enough to feed two people, so I was able to enjoy it for quite a bit. :)

Sure, Tina’s kitchen was a disaster area by the end of the night, but they were still going strong with the frying pan even when Matt and I decided to leave – at midnight. Knowing people from all different parts of the world is really a neat experience, especially when they invite you to their home for a traditional meal. Do not worry, we’ve shared our culture, as well – when Matt and I had our housewarming party, we made tex-mex tacos, chili con queso, and we fired up the grill for American hot dogs. So whether it be schnitzel or hot dogs, cultural cuisine nights are ranking as some of my favorite!

German, Schnitzel, Austria, Party

Yummmmmmmm!!!!

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Making Lists

Lists, Pen, Paper, Ink

A beautiful green notebook gifted to me and my Christmas present to Matt - a Mont Blanc pen. Just two of many writing tools found around our house.

I feel like writers have the inherent need to make lists. I certainly feel that desire a million times a day. Since almost all work is done on the computer these days, I miss the feeling of the pen in my hand gliding across a perfect piece of paper. I used to be a daily journaler, because putting my thoughts down on paper meant getting to see the ink touch the page. When I was in college, I took pages of notes while in class. I scoffed at the ambitious students when they pulled laptops out of their bags to record the key points of a lesson. At the start of January every year, I search for the perfect calendar notebook, and if I don’t find one quickly, I get anxious. Once I find one, I fill the pages with frivolous notes, activites, gift ideas, shopping lists, and possible date ideas. I have a problem.

Last year, when I was the secretary for the AWCD, I remember a woman suggesting I take the minutes at each meeting on my laptop. It would be quicker, easier. Horrified, I held up my beautiful, red Moleskine notebook and asked how I could possibly let those pages live free of blue, black, and sometimes green ink? Do you have a card you want to give to someone? I’d be happy to write the message. Currently sitting on my desk at work is a notebook of recycled paper (always the best) filled with checklists: the next articles I need to edit, blog post ideas, dinner ideas, grocery lists, etc. Sitting in my ‘blog post ideas’ checklist is a “Making Lists” suggestion. That’s right…at the end of this rant I can check yet another thing off my list. Oh, inky bliss. Would it be overkill to make a quick list for this post about the things I like to make lists for? Yes. Will I probably do it? Yes.

Clearly, something needs to be done about this. The best way I can think of solving my addiction is to make a list of ways I can circumvent this quirk. It’s a never-ending cycle, but I think there are worse things I could be obsessed with. Everybody has their thing, their little quirks. What are yours? I could make a little list about it… ;)

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The Undeniably Easy and Fail-Proof Baked Chicken Recipe

Undeniably Easy, Fail-Proof, Baked Chicken, Recipe

My apron says, "The wine has a good body. The person serving it, however, has a GREAT body!" I love it.

Spain is known for having some pretty incredible food: chorizo, Mediterranean seafood, tapas, etc. However, it’s just not affordable or pratical to eat out as much as I’d like. Sure, it’d be so neat to constantly partake in the Spanish culture, sampling new foods and restaurants as much as possible. But I live here and life is not a vacation. Every time we move, normalcy sets in and that’s a good thing.

Well, in keeping with a boring and normal schedule, last night I made the “undeniably easy and fail-proof baked chicken” recipe given to me by my mother (thanks Mom!). This recipe has a history, a story. It is the very first dish I learned to cook on my own and it’s been happily feeding me ever since. I make this recipe all the time, just with different sides to keep it fresh and delightful. Along with sharing the secrets to this masterpiece, I’ll give you a first look at the inside of our home with a mini-tour of our kitchen and its treasures!

Undeniably Easy, Fail-Proof, Baked Chicken, Spain

The chicken is prepped and ready to go into the oven.

The first thing I do when I get home is slip into a pair of sweatpants and slippers. In public I do my best to look presentable, but at home, comfort is the number one priority. Following my change in attire, Matt sets-up shop in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute work on the computer, but keeping me company at the same time. This is pretty routine. The side I chose to accompany the chicken was a simple salad with ranch dressing. Ranch dressing is a non-entity in Europe. In fact, Europeans don’t seem to really put any dressing on their salad, and instead opt for some oil and vinegar. That is why we always bring a boatload of ranch seasoning packets back with us after a visit home. I know it’s not the healthiest of salad dressings, but it’s our favorite. We were in need of a fresh batch, so I whipped some together first thing to give it time to cool and thicken up in the fridge while the chicken cooked.

Undeniably Easy, Fail Proof, Baked Chicken, Spain

Getting to down to business in the kitchen!

Onto the chicken. Seriously, the easiest recipe I can think of. Firstly, you use boneless, skinless chicken breasts. Give them a rinse/wash and pat them dry with paper towels. Preheat your oven to 350° F (or in my case, 175° C). The essential ingredients you’ll need are olive oil, salt, and pepper. The rest is up to you. Isn’t that the best part? In a baking dish (big enough to hold the amount of chicken you’re making) spread a thin coat of extra virgin olive oil on the bottom. Sprinkle a layer of salt and pepper on the bottom so the underside of the chicken gets a bit of seasoning. I also like to sprinkle a bit of parsley for added depth.

Undeniably Easy, Fail Proof, Baked Chicken, Spain

For more complicated dishes, I don't know what I'd do without my cookbooks. And this isn't even half!

Add your chicken to the dish and evenly spread a thin layer of extra virgin olive oil across the top (at first I just used my fingers, but now I use a little basting brush for ease). Now season the tops of your chicken with salt, pepper, and whatever other spices you’d like; I change it up every time. Last night I sprinkled my chicken with a bit of garlic powder, a bit of poultry spice, and some parsley. In the past, I’ve substituted parmesan cheese with a bit of parsley as my toppings. Yum. Bake until the juices run clear and the inside is no longer pink! I have a convection oven, so it took about 20-25 minutes. Voilà!

*Note: sometimes, halfway through cooking, I’ll drizzle some white wine over the top of the chicken for flavor and added moisture.

I can safely say that I have never heard one complaint from Matt when I make this, and he’s a super picky eater. In fact, I’m pretty sure I always get a “thanks Em! That was good.” Last night was no different. All in all, it took 10 minutes tops in prep work and then came straight out of the oven and onto the plate. Clean up is also pretty minimal, which is always a plus! So, while an array of perfectly seasoned meats fired to perfection call my name from the Spanish restaurants, it’s nice to have an easy routine with reliable results. I really love to cook, and I can be pretty adventurous and bold. But this is a great recipe to have in my back pocket…and now yours!

Undeniably Easy, Fail Proof, Baked Chicken, Spain

As you can see, Matt and I like to eat our meals in very different ways. I enjoy my meat separate from my side. Matt's chicken ends up cut up and mixed in with his salad.

Undeniably Easy, Fail Proof, Baked Chicken, Spain

My "Nice" corner. I love this part of my kitchen where I keep all of the memorabilia and spices I brought back from Nice.

Undeniably Easy, Fail Proof, Baked Chicken, Spain

And I do it all in my SHEEP slippers!! Yesterday I promised you that I own the full set and here's the proof. ;)

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Superbowl Monday

You don't like my sheep pajamas? Well too bad...because I've got matching pants and slippers.

Even though I’m a day late on my Superbowl post, I think it’s worth using this year’s big game as an example of how much things have changed in a year. As if moving to another country wasn’t enough, this year’s Superbowl was the final nail in the coffin of change, for lack of a better phrase.

Let’s start with this year. I know I keep mentioning it, and it’s certainly not because I’m looking for sympathy, but last weekend I was coming off of a week of the flu. Therefore, our Superbowl plans were pretty simple. We grilled hot dogs outside in the warm sun, munched on chips and queso, and ultimately lounged around all day watching saved American television shows. I Skyped with my family for a bit, Matt enjoyed a cigar outside, and I had my first taste of alcohol since my trip to Dublin. While the Superbowl is known for it’s beer, we cannot get Bud Light or Miller Lite, so we chose the next best thing – champagne. And when kickoff finally happened around midnight our time, I was fast asleep in my sheep pajamas. I’ll give it to Matt – he stayed up and watched most of the game.

American Embassy Ireland, Indianapolis, Rooney

In my black and gold getting ready to head over the Embassy a year ago.

Cut to last year. The Steelers were playing the Packers. It just so happened that the owners of the Steelers, the Rooneys, are the American Ambassadors in Ireland. It also just so happened that Mrs. Rooney is the honorary president of the American Women’s Club of Dublin, an organization with which I spent most of my time. I received an invitation to the Superbowl viewing party at the American Embassy, to which Matt and I did not hesitate to attend. While there, we were given Superbowl Special Edition Terrible Towels and the Marines hosted. It was pretty awesome.

Last year’s experience was such an amazing opportunity that I’ll remember for a long time to come. I couldn’t believe I was among the group chosen to attend a Superbowl viewing party at the American Embassy, where the owners of one of the teams works every single day. Yet, this year I was perfectly content to sit at home. Chips and queso are a family tradition in our household for the Superbowl, so reenacting that certainly made me feel like I was at home. And as always, video chatting with my parents makes my day. I look at last year as a once in a lifetime opportunity; now I take the chips as they fall, and I’m happy to say that with Matt by my side, it was a pretty good day.

Oh, and can I get a heck yeah for the Giants?! When your hometown team (the Colts) loathe the Patriots, and the quarterback for the Giants is Peyton Manning’s brother, it’s an easy decision regarding the preferred Superbowl winner.

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Back to the Land of Guinness and Green

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The hostess with the mostess!

Ah, Monday. For most, the word Monday has a negative connotation. The weekend is over, which means playtime is over. It’s usually hard to wake up and the work week seems especially daunting. Today, it was quite the opposite for me. I spent the previous week holed up in my dark bedroom with an array of medicines, water, and movies. By Sunday, cabin fever was setting in and I could not wait for Monday to arrive. I even woke up 30 minutes before the alarm this morning and got ready in record time. Since I’m feeling especially over-productive today, I believe it’s necessary to wrap up my 2-part travel experience, finishing with Dublin.

After my long and eventful day in London, I flew over to Dublin for a short visit. Matt would be wrapped up in meetings for the rest of the week, so I saw this as an opportunity to see my friends and the city I love. A flight from London to Dublin is only 50 minutes – it’s like flying from Dallas to Houston! I’d scheduled the first flight out in the morning to give me ample time to get things done that day. When I arrived in Dublin, I dropped my bags off at my friend Lauren’s apartment – who I’d be staying with for the trip – and then jumped on the Luas to head up to my old neighborhood, Dundrum. I spent the next few hours running errands at the Dundrum Town Centre. I was lucky to land a hair appointment with my old stylist, Brian, who always does a fantastic job. It had been close to 3 months since I’d last colored my hair, and boy was it in need of help! I also had 6 months worth of contacts waiting for me at my eye doctor. While there to pick them up, I went ahead a bought a new pair of glasses – they had my prescription on file, I’d lost my old pair in the move, and it was buy 1 get 1 free. Who can say no to a free, second pair of glasses? To finish off my excursion, I ate a quick lunch at my favorite Mexican restaurant in Dublin, Cortina’s. Matt and I always went crazy for their salsa de mole!

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With the cook and the hostess, Tori and Lauren, at book club.

That evening, my amazing friend Lauren hosted “book club” at her apartment. Book club was where I met most of my friends when I lived in Dublin. Our version of book club, though, is a bit different than the standard: it’s real purpose is to drink wine, enjoy food, and visit. Instead of picking one book to read and then discussing it as a group, we each bring along a book that we’d recently enjoyed, we take turns talking about it, and then we throw it into the pile for one of the others to pick up and take home for their own enjoyment. When Lauren prepared for my visit, she went ahead and offered to host book club so that I’d have an opportunity to see all the gals. What a great idea, because they were all able to come and it was the perfect opportunity to catch up with everyone. Our friend Tori made a delicious Italian dinner and I spent the evening catching up with friends I hadn’t seen since last June.

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With Anne, the former President of the AWCD.

The next day, while Lauren was at work, I had plans to see a different group of ladies I spent loads of time with when I lived in Dublin: the American Women’s Club! Anne was so kind to mention at the January meeting that I’d be in town and she put together a lunch for those who could make it. I met the group at Kites Restaurant in Ballsbridge, a chinese restaurant in an old, white townhouse. The food was delicious and it warmed my heart to see these women who became my family and helped make Dublin my home away from home. When I blogged last year, it felt like every other post was about some sort of AWCD activity; clearly, I’ve missed them and the Club tremendously since we moved, so it was bittersweet getting to spend the afternoon with them. Following lunch, a few of us moved over to the neighboring pub where we enjoyed Guinness and Irish coffees by the fire. It was the perfect afternoon – I felt like nothing had changed. Saying goodbye this time wasn’t as hard, because I know that each time I come back, it will feel like that.

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I believe this photo appropriately sums up proper pub culture...

That evening, Friday, Lauren and I dressed up in our weekend best and ventured out into the city for a night of fun. We started with dinner at fabulous Italian restaurant called Step to Rome. Tiny, compact, and authentic, this intimate setting provided us the perfect opportunity to really catch-up. Not to mention, the food was delish! After dinner, we met our friend Annette at a pub set in a stone archway next to the River Liffey. I received the true Irish experience – the pub was packed, the beer was flowing, and a live band (a duo playing the violin and the guitar) entertained with lively Irish jigs that the crowd was singing and dancing along to. I’m pretty sure the smile on my face was a mile wide the whole time we were there. Following the pub, Lauren, Annette, and I went over to Harcourt Street to one of the late night clubs. I’d never been to one while I lived there, so I was interested to see what they are like. I was not disappointed – we spent the evening dancing and laughing at the party goers that probably should have gone home hours earlier, if you catch my drift.

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With Karen, my good friend and confidant!

The following day, my last, started rather early for this little lady who thought it was a great idea to stay out so late. But it was well worth it, because I was having breakfast with Karen, my close friend and confidant from the Club. If you can remember, she was the Philanthropic Chair the previous year, and we spent tons of time together planning and executing events. I’d seen her the day before at the lunch, but we needed some to time to really talk independently from the group. Following breakfast and a quick nap back at Lauren’s, I made the most of my final few hours shopping on Grafton Street. Most of my makeup comes from MAC, which we don’t have down here, so I needed to stock up. Lauren and I also met Kelsey and her husband for a coffee before I was forced to go home and pack up my things. My flight was Saturday evening – our Sunday flight back to Gibraltar was in the morning, so I thought it made more sense to stay in a hotel at the airport instead of risking a missed connection. Only a couple flights a day go into Gibraltar, so I wasn’t taking any chances. I bid farewell to my AMAZING hostess and promised to come back soon…now that is a promise I know I can keep. :)

That evening, poor Matt could barely get a moment of silence. I was buzzing with excitement from my Dublin trip. So, of course, I went through the entire thing in detail before he forced me to take a breath, calm down, and go to bed. I’m so happy I was able to make it back. I realize how lucky I am to be having all of these travel experiences and to live in this new (and sunny!) place, but Dublin will always be my first home in Europe. I will always have fond memories of my time there and I know I will visit the land of “Guinness and green” when the opportunities present themselves, until I’m unable to travel any longer!

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Annnnd, I believe that this one appropriately captures my sentiment throughout the entire trip!

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