It’s one of those weeks. My vacuum is broken, and my house is in desperate need of a suction. My husband is missing in action for the next few days with work and, wouldn’t you know, Nicholas is home sick with a fever that won’t seem to go away. We’re expecting a delivery of new bedroom furniture for the boys rooms, but as it stands now, their accommodations are such a disaster that I can barely step foot in them, let alone move heavy furniture around.
I’m starting to feel that all too familiar caress of the “I must have a “Calgon take me away” bath and a large glass of wine IMMEDIATELY” syndrome. When you’re alone in the house with three boys, though, bathes and wine aren’t always an option. Step in choice number two. Which, I might add, ranks right up there with hot water and wine.
I cook up something amazing. A dish that’s both delectable and tummy pleasing; mind calming and sheer comfort food all rolled into one. For me, that’s stuffed chicken. It can be stuffed with just about anything anyone wants to throw in and I’m ready to take it on just so long as one of the accouterments is cheese. Lots of cheese.
This little creation lives up to it’s purpose. With the addition of both cream cheese and jalapeno jack, it’s loaded with everything an overworked mom needs to replenish her sanity for another day on the job. Heck, just looking at that picture and seeing the cheese oozing out of the chicken makes my blood pressure drop a notch.
Grab a large glass of wine and let’s do this.
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