You know how some people just excel in certain talents, how does that happens??? How do we all of a sudden become good at something? Are we born with some sort of showoff gene that’s waiting in the wings to impress the pants off everyone around us?
Take my sister for example, she honestly makes Martha Stewart look like an amateur.
Andrea, or Andy as her customers like to call her, runs her own business making delicious cakes, sweets and treats for every occasion. These goodies she’s pumping out are to die for, I honestly don’t even know how people can eat her works of art, probably because they taste about as good as they look.
Butter really is the miracle food. Lucky for me, my gluten and dairy allergy has kept me having one ass instead of two, her baked goods and me would = fatty fat fat Alexis. On occasion though when a GF order has come down the pipe I may have eaten myself into a cake coma.
*For every gluten free / dairy free order placed a portion of the goods (ie: my sister makes a litte extra because she’s bombass) will go to the Alexis loves you foundation.
I have zero control when it comes to anything sweet, and by control I mean I will eat not one, not two but sometimes three pieces of her gluten free chocolate cake in one sitting, oh but wait, the stories get worse…
One time I polished off an entire bag of mini eggs, and I’m not talking about the fits in the palm of your hand size bag, I’m talking about the bigger than your face Costco size bag, it was a bad couple of days that followed and needless to say I haven’t eaten a mini egg since.
And no eating myself into early onset diabetes is not my talent, I would say it’s my ability to cook and bake.
I guess it runs in the family.
But once upon a time boiling water was in fact a challenge. Kraft dinner was about as far as my culinary skills would take me, I thought I was being a “chef” by stealing another cheese packet from a second box of KD making my dinner experience super cheesy and delicious.
Poor sucker that would open that second box of just noodles. Now I throw up a little bit in my mouth at the thought of cheese in a powdered form, or when I think about the time that best friend Trish and I had a picnic with just a box of crackers and a can of spray cheese.
But enough about bad cheese choices, time to let my talent shine with…
The Mediterranean Taco
6 skinless boneless chicken thighs
1 tsp. Paprika
1 tsp. Cumin
1 tbsp. olive oil
2 – 3 garlic cloves
½ cucumber chopped
1 red onion sliced
Handful of olives sliced
15 – 20 artichoke hearts chopped
2 -3 tomatoes sliced
½ cup Feta goat cheese crumbled
Hummus (as much or as little as you want)
4 Enjoy Life brown rice tortillas
Preheat your oven to 400
First up get your chicken thighs in the oven. On a pan lined with parchment paper season your chicken with spices, salt, pepper and a little bit of olive oil then onto the pan and into the oven. These will take about 45 minutes to cook.
Once your chicken is done place 4 brown rice tortillas into the oven (I toss them in from frozen) they don’t take long to brown up about 2-3 minutes depending on your oven so watch them carefully as they can go from taco shell to burnt shell very quickly.
Next, prep all of your taco topping, so tomato, artichokes, cucumber, red onion, olives and feta. Chop it slice it set aside.
This type of dinner is always a fun one because its a build your own taco party. For me it’s a layer of hummus, followed by all of the fixing, topped with some shredded chicken and then a little more salt and pepper.
Who said Mexican was the only way to eat a taco…