Lemon Garlic Spaghetti

Oh How PINTEREST! of me!


Found this recipe on - pinterest and figured it was time to complete yet another pinterest project.




So this is the website I originally followed.
http://www.inomthings.com/?p=1756

So HERE we go!


4 oz dry spaghetti
1/4 cup grated parmesan
2 tsp olive oil
1 clove garlic
1/2 lemon
5-6 basil leaves
Grilled Chicken


I switched it up, because I don't love pine nuts and also I wanted to add meat so thats why I added the grilled chicken to the recipe although the original recipe didn't include it. 


So first I slices and diced my garlic clove, also I have NO idea was a clove is, so I used two pieces of the Garlic clove, I believe...

This took awhile, you combine olive oil and the diced garlic cloves and then let sit on low heat until they are a golden brown 

After that you wip up some spaghetti I also want try different types of pasta.

I grilled a little chicken up, and added along with the garlic chives, parmesan cheese basil leaves and lemon.

I also added a little bit of butter Juuust in case ;) 

Here it is, complete with flowers from Caleb :) Garlic Bread, Mozzarella sticks, and some Pillsbury Hors d'œuvre. 

Because Nice Matters.

Today I sat on my bedroom floor listening to my voice mails, after being informed that my voice box was filled and that I had to delete old messages to make room for "new" ones. 

what I doubt Verizon will ever understand, is that those very messages i refuse to delete are the messages that still bring tears to my eyes, make me laugh maybe both at the same time. 

See. I can't always answer my phone but my mother can leave my a tear filled message telling me she misses me, as many times as she wants and I will never delete that. 

I once told someone I was ashamed of the actress I played in my own life. 

The reality that sometimes, we just want to break down and cry...isn't truly as accepted as many think it is. 

I watched an old school teacher today at work simply buy a little mood ring for one of her old students, and tears filled my eyes, because this woman knew nothing about this woman's life knew not a single think about what she was going through, but just the kind jester of getting her a little thing free of attachment free of guilt. A gift. 

I wish I could say that I never once lost my cool with a stranger, and that everyone I came in contact with I was nice too, simply because I don't KNOW what they are up against I don't know what they are fighting. 

But there are days when I am fighting and they are fighting and are battles, start fighting one another. 

I am far from perfect. But today I want to hug a stranger because they need it.