Where There's Smoke

A tasty, healthy option for Sunday dinner...or any other night of the week, for that matter. 2 Whole (or 4 half) boneless skinless chicken breasts 1 cup cooked red quinoa (season with 1 tbsp olive oil, 2 tsp Goya Adobo®, and 2 tsp Mrs. Dash® Tomato, Basil, Garlic seasoning, then cooled) 2-3 cups raw baby spinach 2/3 cup sliced baby portabella mushrooms 1/4 cup diced sweet onion 1/3 cup feta cheese 1 box Oven Fry® Extra Crispy (chicken) mix 1/2 cup parmesan cheese 1 egg 1/3 cup coconut milk 1 teaspoon lime or key lime juice Brine chicken in warm water with 1 tbsp natural maple syrup and 2 tsp soy sauce for approximately 2 hours. Rinse thoroughly and pat dry. Heat oven to 400° and spray glass baking dish with olive oil cooking spray. Mix seasoned cooked quinoa with roughly chopped spinach, roughly chopped mushrooms, diced onions, and feta cheese. Set aside. Pound the chicken breasts to approximately 1/2 inch thickness. Mix egg, coconut milk, and ...

Chris Farley once famously tickled David Spade's funny bone singing about the famous fat man wearing (and tearing) Spade's jacket. I'm really not sure I want to know what I'm going to end up tearing when I become my beloved's first official yoga student.  If she laughs when I rupture a spleen or kidney or a gonad, I'm going to be pissed.  Once I stop weeping, that is. Whether I want to know or not, I have no doubt something will get torn when she bends me into a wheel or a cow face or a half spinal twist or some other spine and pride destroying move. But I will be her first.  And I will bend in places I didn't know I had hinges.  And I will document every step along the way, right here in the Smoke House. Follow along with "Where There's Smoke" to find out how things go. I don't promise much fun but I'll do everything I can to bring the funny. Peace from Asheville. Smoke

By definition, "slower" means not as fast as something or someone else. It doesn't matter Rocket A travels at 4 times the speed of sound. If Rocket B travels at 5 times the speed of sound, Rocket A is, by definition, the slower of the two rockets. Therefore, logic would hold that were there an intergallactic road sign that said, "Slower Rockets Keep Right," Rocket B would have a resonable expectation that Rocket A would hauls its slow-moving ass on over and let the big dog pass. Apparently what's good enough for space travel does not apply to American roadways. I've reached the end of my rope with people who insist on maintaining their position in the left lane of the two lane highway near our home, regardless of their speed.  If you are driving 50 mph in a 45 mph zone but I'm driving 55, it does not mean that you get to keep your position.  You are -- again, by definition -- slower traffic.  (And, yes...this means mentally slower as well as y...