Foodie for thought

Upon starting this blog, another problem I was facing [other than the "what shall I name it?" dilemma] was the question of, "what type of blog should it be?"... I've come to the conclusion that it's a "snippets of life" blog, infused with tasty recipes in which the hubby and I have had the opportunity of indulging. As of late, I have considered myself a "foodie." Here is a more-or-less "formal" definition of the word:

"To be a foodie is not only to like food, but to be interested in it. Just as a good student will have a thirst for knowledge, a foodie wants to learn about food. A foodie will never answer the question "What are you eating" with "I don't know." There are some basic traits of being a foodie, as there are basic traits that come with all labels. Generally, you have to know what you like, why you like it, recognize why some foods are better than others and want to have good tasting food all or certainly most of the time. This doesn't mean that you can't eat flaming hot Cheetos every now and again, but it does mean that you don't fool yourself into thinking that it's a nutritionally balanced meal. Do you have to know the difference between a beefsteak tomato and an heirloom tomato? No, but you might be interested to find out what it is. Do you have to only shop at farmer's markets? No, but you still look for good, fresh produce. Are there some foods you just don't like or weird foods you like? That's ok - it doesn't make you any less of a foodie. Just like food, learn about food and, most importantly, eat food.

Read more: http://www.slashfood.com/2006/02/10/what-is-a-foodie-anyway/#ixzz1Cg1I0UNe"

P.S. A foodie should never be mistaken for a glutton. :)

In the words of Emma Bombeck:
I am not a glutton - I am an explorer of food.

Well said Emma!


Anyway, for anyone interested, here was dinner for the night:

Pesto Avocado Quesadillas

• 5-6 small chicken tenders-frozen
• Dry italian seasoning
• Salt & pepper
• 1 package long grain and wild rice, Rice-A-Roni
• 1 package McCormick pesto sauce mix-prepared (or about 3/4 C. pesto)
• Uncooked torillas
• Sharp cheddar cheese-shredded
• 1 large avocado-sliced

First, follow directions on the Rice-A-Roni package and get that started and out of the way. Next, begin cooking your chicken tenders (on medium heat). I put a little olive oil in the pan and seasoned them with salt, pepper and dry italian seasoning to taste.

*SIDE NOTE: I've begun to cook like my MOTHER! Ever since I can remember, my mom has had the impeccable ability to make delicious meals out of "this and that". Whenever we'd compliment the meal and ask how she'd made it, she'd say "I don't really know...a little of this and a little of that, I guess..." Well mom--like mother, like daughter. I am forever cursed! (or blessed?) If someone were to ask me how I made this, I would definitely say "a little of this and a little of that"!

While these two thayngs are on the stove, prepare the pesto mix (all you need is a 1/2 C. water and 3 Tbs. olive oil) slice your avocado, grate some cheese and cook your uncooked tortillas. (Obviously you could use already cooked tortillas, but have you ever used the uncooked ones? They're SO much tastier and more often than not, they're cheaper than the ones that are already prepared!)


Once the rice and chicken are cooked, pour some of the pesto sauce into the rice just for flavor. Also drizzle it over the chicken (after cutting the chicken into chunks).


Next, assemble the quesadillas.

Tortilla first, then spread the rice, throw some pieces of chicken on there, cover with cheese, drop on some avocado slices and cover with more pesto sauce--the more flavor the better!


And VOILA!





I'm telling you...this picture does NOT give this litle guy his justice!


Needless to say, dinner was yummy and we were satisfied. :)
And for future reference, not all of my recipes will be so incoherent! ha ha



Chubby little cheeks, stubby little legs and funny little comments included!

Well...I finally attempted the inevitable...I created a blog.
Upon starting this journey, my question was, (and the whole reason behind why I haven't created one sooner) what should I name it?

I grew up with the last name of Kjar. "I don't Kjar" "HuKjars" "Katering with Kjar"...I've been surrounded by word-play my entire life. I mean...really. What was I supposed to do? How was I going to turn Mulford into a punny phrase? Well folks...don't you worry. I've not let you down! I've once again managed to come up with a phrase that will fill you full of laughter. The Mulf Herd. But Mulf Herd, you ask, what does this mean? Your own interpretation will suffice. :)

Anywayyyy, I wanted to touch upon the recent events of our life. Our = the husband and me. (I like to point out the obvious sometimes)... Tuesday night we were asked to come in and chat with the bishop...dun dun dunnnn. Callings were coming, and what would they be?? On our way over to the church, we were discussing which callings we might be happy to have and which ones might be a bit harder to accept. We came to the conclusion that mission president and his wife may be a bit tough to take on at this point (kidding. obviously.) but we liked the idea of primary or even the nursery, perhaps. Actually, that's an understatement. Jake REAAAALLLY wanted to be called into the nursery. He has a thing for babies....or any small child for that matter. Can't get enough of their chubby little cheeks, their stubby little legs, or dare I even mention, the funny little comments that come out of their mouths! The time came to receive our callings, and after much deliberation, we learned that we would be serving in none other than.......THE NURSERY! YAYYYY!!

It would be the understatement of the century to say that we were excited. We may or may not have bought a bottle of sparkling cider to celebrate... :) he he.

So, as it is...we will no longer need to worry about baby hunger. We will get all the baby time we need every Sunday from 10-12, chubby little cheeks, stubby little legs and funny little comments included! Thank you nursery for saving us from our newleywed baby hunger woes. The church is true!