This is my new favorite recipe!
2 pounds round steak
2 jar salsa or a can of rotel
Place the steak in the crock pot and cover it with the salsa or Rotel. I had 3/4 of a can left and it was perfect! Crock on low for 8-10 hours. When the meat is done, shred it with two forks.
When meat is done, preheat the oven to 375. Spread about 1/8 or 1./10 of the beef into 8-10 tortillas. I topped the meat with about 1 teaspoon of Salsa Verde but any salsa or none at all will do. Then, I added about 1/4 a cup of shredded mexican blend cheese over the meat. I then tucked over both ends and rolled the tortilla lightly. I found that wetting the tortillas and placing them on a plate in the microwave individally for 10 seconds makes them easier to work with.
I sprayed olive oil pam onto a cookie sheet and then set the chimichangas on the pan and sprayed the pam on them. Regular olive oil will do. Put the pan in the oven for about 12 minutes until they are a light golden brown. Serve topped with cheese, sour cream, salsa or whatever!
My boss acknowledged my apology today. All is well.
Have you ever forgotten to tell someone something and then looked like a jerk for not doing so?
Last week I was sitting outside on the patio and saw two birds fly into my neighbors dryer vent. Another look made it clear that they called this vent, “home”. I made a mental note to stop by and let them know. I forgot. I fessed up on Sunday when I saw them pulling tons and tons of nesting materials from the vent. Maybe I shouldn’t have fessed up that I forgot to tell and asked innocently, “Whatcha doin?” but I told them.
I also forgot to tell my boss about a situation with some associates of ours. He learned from someone else, right in front of me. In this case I couldn’t play stupid so I didn’t even try but I felt terribly about not telling him. So, I wrote him an email apologizing for keeping him in the dark. Within the email I asked if we were still meeting on Wednesday. He wrote back and confirmed our meeting but did not acknowledge my sincere apology. I’m done feeling guilty about it. I apologized and I know he got the letter.
As usual, I’m jumping in on Menu Plan Monday.
Monday – Kickin’ Creamy Chicken Crockpot Stew (need to have things ready early since we’re doing the Dave Ramsey Financial Peace University)
Tuesday – Oven Baked Chimichangas
Wednesday – Tasty Thursday Shrimp (Who cares that it’s Wednesday?)
Thursday – Dinner @ the Non Profit
Friday – We host BBQ for the Church youth group
Saturday – Pre Memorial Day Party
Sunday – Graduation Parties AND Indy 500 food
The neighbors are parking on the front lawn again.
Really I could care less. I just think it’s funny. They have a HUGE driveway, much larger than ours but yet they prefer to park on the grass. Hooray for them!
Also, the two houses for sale on our cul-de-sac sold after about a month on the market. This is great news for everyone in the neighborhood! I went over to meet one couple that will be moving in to my friend’s house. They seem very nice and are our age! They have a 7 month old and are excited to move in! Rumor has it that the other new neighbors are friends with my next door neighbor. You know, the one that I used to be close to and spend a lot of time with? That’s what I like about this neighborhood, people move their friends in. We did it too!
In other news, my Spring Cleaning continued today and when I vacumed the carpets, apparently I sucked the dog up with too.
I know, gag, gag, blech!
One of the former kids from the church youth group is moving in with us next week. She wanted to drop out of college for a semester and her parents said, “You aren’t going to school, you can’t live here”. This is totally understandable. She’s moving in here for a few months and we’re charging her rent AND she’ll be taking care of our dog while we’re away all those weeks this summer.
Two years ago we had a college student renting a room for us for the school year. I don’t know why he was snopping around but he was and while I was changing in my bedroom, he opened the door and looked in. It was just like on TV. I was naked and he and I both just stood there and stared at eachother. For a long time. A loooooong time. Finally he backed up and closed the door. We never talked about it.
I should have known right then and there that our roommate relationship was going to suck. He was not a good roommate. Dirty. Unreliable.
I really, really needed to go grocery shopping today. Badly. I really, really HATE grocery shopping. Badly. Usually I would call up my friend DD Momma and we would meet up for a margarita or two and the walk across the parking lot to the WalMart and fill up our carts. This trip would usually include at least 10 minutes in the laundry detergent isle, smelling each of the fabric softeners along the wall.
Seeing that it was only 10am and I couldn’t even do laundry until I went shopping, I had to go now. This meant that it was waaaaaaaay to early for margaritas (yes, there is such a thing) AND DD Momma would have three kiddos. So, I called her anyway and we went. It was a 2 hour trip and it was bearable.
What is it with me and grocery shopping? Why do I hate it? Does this mean that I’m not grown up yet? Are we automatically supposed to like it as we get older? When I was younger, I HATED going grocery shopping with my mom but as I got older I kind of wanted to go. Grocery shopping meant choices. Now that I’m footing the bill, my choices are: what do I need and what is cheapest.
Even though I declared I was an Aldi’s shopper, I went to WalMart today. I’m thinking I’ll need to rotate stores at least every other week. I cannot WAIT until my garden starts producing, well, produce! Hopefully this will cut back on our grocery bill and add some fresh variety to our meals.
The only regret I have in this life is that when I die, there will be a few people who are glad; glad that I’m gone, glad that I wasn’t able to do everything I wanted to. They’ll attend my funeral, or not. They’ll play nice to my family and friends, they might even pretend mourn for me but really their mourning will actually be joy. That’s how these people are and for that I am angry. They are like vultures closing in on all that I hold important. Even today they circle, waiting to take.