Lately

Lately, I've been thinking about new things and old things. I always cook the same things. So I tried cooking them new ways this weekend.

I love chocolate chip cookies. Some days, like yesterday, I am a little busier than I am normally, and don't quite have the time to scoop and scoop cookies. So why not try a new cookie bar recipe for an old favorite? For this week's baking, we have...

Thick and Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookie Bars!

I found the recipe on a mom-blog. I am very excited about this. Go here for the recipe... http://realmomkitchen.com/1396/thick-and-chewy-chocolate-chip-bars/

I really liked them, I just wished that I had baked them for a few more minutes. I only did 26, and they needed 28 in my oven. Robert disagrees and thinks they are gooey perfection. They are still pretty delicious.

But since a Robert or Chrissy can not live on cookies alone (though, believe me, we've tried), I made a good old-fashioned summer dinner, too. Crock pot BBQ chicken sandwiches and French Fries. I know, health food city.

Crock Pot BBQ Chicken

1.5 lbs Chicken Breasts
1/2 Cup Salsa
1 packet Mexican Seasoning (I like Grill Mates by McCormick)
2 tsp white vinegar
1 cup BBQ sauce (we like Masterpiece)
1/2 can beer (I just use whatever we have that's old)*

Dump contents into crock pot and stir. Set on low for an over-night or all day cooking, high for a quicker meal. Let stew until chicken is cooked. Slice and shred chicken into small pieces. Serve on toasted buns with BBQ sauce and hot sauce (if desired).
*you can substitute this with chicken broth

Yesterday I didn't set up the crock pot in time (whoops). So after it all stewed for a couple of hours, I finished cooking the chicken on the stove top with a few spoonfuls of the sauce from the crock pot. It worked.

By the way, this is way too much stuff or 1.5lbs of chicken. I should probably double the chicken and just eat it later. But I'm still working on the proportions.

For our French Fries, I like Ore-Ida extra crispy fries. I spread them on a foil lined baking sheet and sprinkle them with garlic power, rosemary, sea salt and some cooking spray and bake as directed. They were incredible. Worth every calorie.

I'll post about new and old things in life later this week.

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