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Mmmm… delicious.

It was one of those “what do you want for dinner?” “I dunno, what do you want for dinner?” kind of days.  Actually… who am I kidding, every day is one of those days around here!  As per the usual, I plopped down on the couch, opened my laptop and started typing “what can I make with…” to find inspiration for this evening’s dinner.  Hmm, stuffed zucchini?  Nah, we just had that a week or two ago.  Hamburgers?  Always my default, but not working for me tonight.  Moroccan chicken?  Now that sounds fun, I haven’t tried that yet!  I printed a recipe, dutifully began chopping vegetables according to said recipe’s directions, and then about 3 ingredients in decided that following the recipe was way too boring.  Story. Of. My. Life. and the reason that I will never be a good baker.  I have the attention span of a 2 year old when it comes to following a recipe, and always end up tossing it aside and making it up as I go along.  It worked well for me tonight.  The other household member with a full set of teeth declared tonight’s dinner a win and one that should go on the menu often.  (The half-toothed one was already in bed after her delicious dinner of leftover taco meat and avocado. 😉 ).  This is the first recipe I have blogged, but I thought it would make it easier to pin, which in turn makes it easier to locate next time it is requested for dinner.  So, without further ado –

Moroccan Chicken with Roasted Vegetables!


1/2 butternut squash, peeled and cubed

1 tomato, chopped

1 red pepper, chopped

1 onion, cut into wedges

1 carrot, sliced

1 zucchini, cubed

2Tbsp + 2tsp Moroccan seasoning, divided (4tsp each)


Olive Oil


Lemon Juice

1/4c chicken broth

2 chicken breasts


1. Chop vegetables and combine all but zucchini in a large bowl – set zucchini aside to be added later

2. Remove toddler from her perch on top of box

3. In a small bowl, combine 4tsp Moroccan seasoning (I used a pre-made seasoning from the store, but there are quite a few recipes to be found online if you prefer to make your own), 3 cloves garlic, 1 Tbsp olive oil, 2 Tbsp honey and 2Tbsp lemon juice.

4. Pick up tripping hazards that toddler has placed in obstacle-course fashion all around kitchen

5. Pour chicken broth and combined seasoning/oil mix over veggies and stir to coat

6. Fetch water for toddler and turn on favorite tv show

7. Spread vegetables into greased casserole dish or roasting pan

8. Remove toddler from the forbidden corner of everything magical (read – Daddy’s stuff)

9. Combine 4tsp Moroccan seasoning, 2Tbsp honey, 2 cloves garlic and 1Tbsp lemon juice in small bowl.  This will be spread on chicken – add olive oil a little at a time until you have enough of the mixture to cover both chicken breasts

10. Give toddler bike helmet in exchange for cookie sheets and pizza pans strewn all over floor

11. Spread seasoning/oil mixture over both sides of chicken and place on top of vegetables in casserole dish

12. Move toddler to safe zone so that oven can be opened

13. Bake covered at 425 degrees for 40min (and pick up those pans while you’re at it)

14. Bathe toddler

15. Stir in zucchini (I took the chicken out, stirred zucchini into vegetables and then put the chicken back on top) and bake for another 20min or until chicken is done.

16. Put toddler to bed

17. Serve with couscous and avocado

Voila!  Deliciousness!

Moroccan Chicken

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Sunday evening ponderings

Out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.

What words am I speaking these days? Are they words of encouragement, of building others up? Or are they words of pride, words of anger and frustration? What path do I choose – that of joy, of peace, of life; or of fear, of control and of anger?

Words are so important, so powerful. There is the power of life and death in the tongue, but of what does the tongue speak, except for that which is in the heart? As in most cases, I find myself coming back to the heart. What is my heart speaking? Is my heart in a place of rest, trusting in that which is greater than myself, or is it in a place of fear – wrapping myself up in controls to maintain a false sense of security and comfort? The heart is a gift, a rudder so to speak, that guides the ship of our souls – our mind, will, and emotions – in the direction mapped out by its fullness. Is it full of Christ? Is it full of fear? Is it full of self?

I see my heart reflected daily in my interactions with my toddler. Is my heart full of grace today and kindness? Or is my heart full of frustration and running on empty? When I have nothing left to give, or when I find myself on top of the world, what is the overflow of my heart? I hope it is something like this:

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now in-deed I find,
Thy power, and thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.

Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

For nothing good have I,
Where-by the grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white,
In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.

Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow

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