Crescent Roll Cheesy Bites (my easiest and most popular recipe)

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These little appetizers are my go to recipe to make for any party, get together, or snack for movie night at home.

I started making them a few years ago when trying to throw together a snack with random ingredients I had in my fridge. Since then I’ve tried all different variations and make them almost every other week.

They are always a crowd pleaser and are  so very easy to make.

Let’s get started!

Ingredients:

  • 1 roll of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls
  • 1 block of Cream Cheese
  • 3/4 cup of your choice of shredded cheese
  • 1 Tablespoon of taco seasoning
  • Plus any extra add ins. For example I sometimes throw in Corn, Onions, Green Peppers, or Chicken

Directions:

  • Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.
  • Spray a mini muffin pan and set aside.
  • Let the cream cheese soften a bit.
  • In a mixer, mix together the cream cheese, shredded cheese and any other ingredients you wish to add.
  • Unwrap the crescent rolls and rip off a pieces that is approximately 2×2 inches. Flatten the roll on the counter and place a spoonful of the mixed cheese mixture in the center of the dough. Fold up the edges to create a little ball. Place the ball into the mini muffin pan.
  • Repeat until you have used all of the crescent rolls. 
  • Bake the bites in the oven for 8-9 minutes (or until they are a little toasted on top)
  • Devour them!

 

Currently: Freezing

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It’s freezing outside and my brain is barely working. 

-20 degrees with windchill and no signs of approving. My garage door is smart. It refuses to work when it is this cold. My car doesn’t even have a chance to warm up and start pumping out heat by the time I get to work. Everything is frozen. And I’m over it. What was it like to wear stylish clothes? Shoes that are not Uggs? Have clean hair every day? (I’m procrastinate washing my hair because it’s too cold to have wet hair). Our gas company called and kindly requested we keep our thermostat at 65 degrees of below. They are worried about outages. Meanwhile, my face hurts and breathing feels like death. Over it. 

Here’s a more of peek into my current world:

Reading: I just finished Jodi Picoult’s newest book, “Leaving Time”. It wasn’t one of my top favorites of her books but still a good distraction when the only way to stay warm is bundled up in bed. I’ll be sharing another “recently read” next week.

Watching: With Parenthood officially over (and I’m still crying, so many babies!) I needed a new family drama. There really isn’t that many real life family dramas on TV anymore. It’s all action pack, crime filled, mystery fueled, shows. I like a good emotionally charged drama. I was surprised to find it in ABC Family’s “The Fosters”. This show is good! Sure it has it’s moments of overly teenage drama but on a whole it’s a good show. I binged on Netflix and am now caught up. 

Wanting: Isn’t this obvious? Warm Weather. Now. 

Thinking: About where we will be moving to this summer. I wish I knew what was in store and we could anticipate what housing will available come June/July.

Needing: I know it’s wrong to want to skip ahead and I should really be enjoying the moment, I want winter to be over so that, yes, we can experience some normal temperature. But also because we are almost near the end of Ryan’s law school career. His last day of classes is on April 27 and he graduates May 21. This last semester seems to be dragging out for him and he’s experiencing some major “senioritis”. Let’s just get through these last few weeks! Freedom is so close.

Cooking: I’ve been on a big pizza kick lately. I think because it’s easy and warm.  Also not cooking and eating a lot of Mexican food. See also, warm, cheesy, carb heavy. Perfect winter food. 

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Listening: To the Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville station on Sirius Radio. I don’t care if that makes me a 50-year-old, I love how it makes me feel like I’m at the beach sipping a fruity drink and listening to the waves crash. I try. See margarita above.

Planning For: Birthday month in March! Ryan turns the big 3-0 and I turn 32 (yikes!)

I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to lately! Let me know below!

 

 

Celebrating Love

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Valentine’s Day gets a lot of grief for being a money-making “Hallmark Holiday”. I disagree. Yes, it can be ruined with people flaunting their perfect relationships, too many typical roses and CVS teddy bears and trying to impress your date with the “perfect” evening. But I think those people go about Valentine’s Day totally wrong. 

I simply look at is as a day to celebrate love. Of all types. And in the depths of a cold bitter winter, why should we shake our heads to a day set aside to celebrate the warmth of all the love we can find in our hearts and our world?

There’s always room for a little extra love! No matter what stage I was at, I made time to pause and to celebrate:

As a child my parents always made Valentine’s special at home. My mom was a first grade teacher, so she always brought home her classroom traditions, songs, crafts, and all around cheerfulness and added it to our home. There always special little gifts and treats and hugs.

In high school, when my best friend Kay and I always found ourselves perpetually single and bitter, we made up Weezer Day (in honor of our favorite band). We made special Weezertines for each other, blasted music, went out for dinner and generally celebrated ourselves and our love for Rivers and his gang. One year we branched out to also celebrate emo band Saves the Day, complete with making a Saves the Day Lamp. The base was a precious moments like girl saying “Boys Make Me Cry” (a treasure we found at Goodwill). We then decorated the lamp shade with our favorite lyrics and  band photos. (um is it a surprise we were single?) We still wish each other a happy Weezer Day even as we find ourselves in our thirties and married. 

Later in high school and college I’d find myself either single or in a relationship, but I don’t really remember many of my relationship celebrations, other than a poetry reading one year. Usually it was always me and my girlfriends having an extra excuse to share some drinks on a random night and noting how happy we were to have each other.

When I found myself single in the second half of my twenties, my other single girlfriends and I would always get together for the weekend that was around Valentine’s day. We’d look at it as a reason to get all dressed up and go out on the town. We’d gather together from our various states and make the weekend awesome. 

Since being with Ryan, we celebrate in a quiet way. Either making a fancy dinner at home and cuddling up to a romantic movie or going out for a low-key dinner. Champagne is always involved. Chocolate is always involved. And notes of love is always involved. How can you roll your eyes at champagne, chocolate, and expressing your love? I feel like we could all use more of that. 

This year, when Valentine’s Day is actually on a Saturday, I find it ironic that Ryan and I will be celebrating it apart. He is currently in New York City competing in the Phillip C. Jessup International Law Moot Court competition. I’m very proud of him and he should be home on Sunday. Wish him luck!

I his absence I’ll be surviving the negative temps and going to lunch and a movie with a good friend followed my a crab cake dinner with my parents and Pop-Pop. Extra special activities with those I love! Ryan and I will do something together on Sunday, maybe just take out, if we can’t bear to go outside on what forecasters are predicting to be the coldest day of the year.

Valentine’s Day is simply an excuse to celebrate with those you love, whether it be family, friends, a partner, or your pets. It’s a way to pause from the routine and remember to be grateful for the love that is in your life. It comes in all shapes and sizes.

How do you celebrate?

 

 

 

 

 

Where I’ve Been (and why I haven’t been blogging)

 

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Oh hi there. Sorry for being absent. I doubt you even noticed I’ve been quiet over here for some time. I meant to just take a few days off and then those few days turned into a couple of weeks. Ooops. 

So, where have I been? That’s the thing. No where. I’m doing my same old routine minus the blogging

. For the past few weeks the idea of blogging has gotten my kind of down. Blog is short for weblog, an online log of personal reflections, experiences, and thoughts. However, in the past few years, most blogs are shifting away from this original definition and turning into articles or advice pieces. There is competition to get more hits, expand your audience, and make a profit rather than simply sharing your story. Sometimes that fact discourages me from simply blogging about what I want to blog about. 

Lately I feel like everything is either “5 Tips to do this” or “10 Ways to Ensure this”. I share posts like these as well, but I feel disconnected when my entire feed is filled with posts like these where I learn nothing personal about the blogger writing them. In a world of over sharing, are we getting scared to share too much personal information? Are we too afraid to veer off on our own path? Afraid of losing readers and clicks? Are those aspects really more important than authenticity?

I like reading people’s stories and getting a glimpse into their life. The type of blogs that let me learn more about the human experience and how my little life fits into it. Simple and sometimes silly stories. For example over Super Bowl weekend when everyone was posting party snack recipes and game day fun, I could only think of this time back during Freshman year of college in 2002. While everyone else on my floor got together for beers and the big game I lied and said I had other plans. My “plans” were to hunker down in bed with a can of honey roasted peanuts and a Mary Kate and Ashley movie marathon on TV. I was equally content and lonely. 

That little story tells you a lot about myself. Much more than another “5 Tips to Beat the Winter Blues!” or “10 Way to Increase Blog Traffic!” posts. But that may just be me. I like people’s stories. The little things often are the big things.

So basically, what this rambling post comes down to is that I’m not done blogging, yet. I’m just done with a schedule or the pressure to post. I’m going to follow my own blogging path and share what I want, even if it’s not popular or Pintrest pinnable and even if it means this space remains empty for days at a time.  I want to share my story, however small and silly it may seem. I hope you’ll still be along for the ride!

What type of blogs do you like to read the most? Who are some of your favorite story tellers? What topics pique your interest?