A lesser woman would have gone into a tailspin and GUEST CHEF time.

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Ever your MizFit-Friday-Freebie-Seeker I discovered an item I ADORE so I contacted the company (I know. let’s just acknowledge I’m gonna be giving freebies that *I* would want to receive as gifts & move on. Perhaps they’ll make you think of me when you wear/eat them.).

Such a cool woman and she did *generously* agree to, in a few weeks, work her magic and give one of her creations away.

Now, what made me giggle about our exchange? She remarked casually in an email that “she’d thought I was in my 20’s until she visited my MizFit website.”

My immediate thought?

A. how old do you think I am NOW?

2. what gave me away?!

All this lead me to recall reading/hearing somewhere (as I think I came up with this myself which is a clear indicator I couldn’t have) about how we women reach a certain age (*eyeroll*) where when we STATE our age there’s no response.

Lemmie give you an example:

Recently I was at a gathering of moms where we watch our children frolic & exercise (no plugs here on MizFit) and somehow age came up.

I said to the group, “since Im thirty eight…”

NOTHING.

No “you’re 38?!” or “really? Id definitely have pegged you at 37!” or jaws dropping in disbelief.

nothing but looks of “ok. yes. got it. 38. what’s the rest of the story?”

I’ll spare you the other scenario but it was the same thing. Chatting about the benefits of being older moms, I mentioned my age, and the reaction? no reaction.

For some reason—being who I am I guess—the whole thing just cracks me up. You?

(*crickets chirping*)

Onward.

Im so excited to announce that I had a recipe submission from a feisty funny yoga-loving blogger this week.

Her favorite you must try recipe is Parmesan-Crusted Chicken with Creamy Honey-Mustard Dip

Alas, we’re still working out the kinks up in herre so there arent any finished product photos this week (if by working out the kinks you mean flying by the seat of our Nike trail running shorts—which MizFit does.)

It was originally from/can be found here but, being the whiz in the kitchen I am not, she recommends that you toss in extra chicken when you make it and save aforementioned chicken for chicken parmigiana the next night.

Now, if you’re like MizFit you’ll need the recipe here–but if you’re really like I am (MizFits Unite! Our Pants No Longer Tight!) you’d be skipping the dip altogether, sprinkling ground-up flax seeds on top o’the chicken, and eating the leftovers cold, plain & directly from the fridge.

Why flax you ask?

I guess you’ll just have to keep coming back.

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Comments

  1. 1. Love the skull hat.
    B. Adore it when I get a reaction to my age (“Really? I never would have guessed!”) but alas it happens less and less these days.
    3. I make chicken slightly similar. The chicken is coated with a mixture of equal parts bread crumbs and parm – sauted instead of baked. No dipping sauce – squeeze a fresh lemon all over it after it is cooked. Guess you’ll have to keep teasing about the flax because I’ve not tried it yet.

  2. SO Funny! I thought I made that up (the whole people have stopped acting surprised at my age – funny comment)! I’m not going to tell my husband that I’m unoriginal. 😉

    Seriously, I’ve noticed that this omission of even feigned suprise at my age directly corresponded with me becoming a mother. So, I’ve decided either a) I just SEEM more adult since I have children now …or more likely b) I actually do look older now due to lack of sleep, etc. (sigh). One of my best friends tried to say it was just my shorter hair. What? Not buying it.

    Thanks for the chicken recipe! Yum yum.

  3. Michelle, you are FULL of surprises! Im happy to see your taste meshes with my lackthereof 🙂
    I am fully aware Im doing the skulls to death and choose to blame the Tornado.
    THANKS for the recipe tip and FLAX 411 coming next week.

    Melany?
    we love how our husbands love US. (’nuff said. I told mine he’s free to ooogle other women but say they make him laugh more than I? UH UH. NO WAY. Id be mad :))

    M.

  4. I too make something similar a la Michelle’s recipe. It’s the Barefoot Contessa’s recipe – can’t remember the exact title but we call it pounded chicken? Sooo good and a hit with the kids, but kind of a pain to pan fry (and then keep warm). I like that this recipe goes in the oven. Easier/healthier!

    Here’s another one that is easy…Dredge chicken breasts in egg, then press into a mixture of 1 part crushed French Fried Onions, Breadcrumbs, and Parm. Bake in 350 oven til chicken is done. Nice crunch.

  7. When I was a teenager, people thought I was 22. And they still said I looked 22 up until my daughter was born. (Age 26). Now that I;m 30, they think I’m 35.

    Maybe because I used to bother with my hair and makeup and wearing nice clothes. Now my major concession to the outside world is that I shower regularly.

  8. Got it.

    Must shower regularly. Duly noted.

    🙂

    and, oddly, Im the type of woman who when I wear makeup and the “biz casual” attire oft mandated in worksettings looks OLDER.

    (ahhh 30. I remember ye well)

    M.

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