Recipe: Basil Cream Chicken

At the risk of becoming nothing but a food blog... this was requested.

Basil Cream Chicken, modified from

There are two ways to do this: breaded and not. I usually don't bother with breading, since I find it doesn't change the flavor much and it's a pain. If you choose, start by dipping the chicken in milk and then breadcrumbs before adding it to the skillet, or if you're lazy like me, just go straight to the skillet.

Also, the original recipe called for whole boneless chicken breasts, but I found they were much too thick to cook properly. Thus I use boneless chicken thighs, and/or cut up the chicken meat into bite-size pieces so they stay tender and cook all the way through.

1 lbs. boneless chicken
3 tbsp. butter
1/2 c. chicken bouillon
1 c. cream
1/2 c. Parmesan
3 tbsp. basil
salt and pepper

Melt butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Add chicken and flavor with salt and pepper to taste (I generally go very light on the pepper or use white pepper)…


I had coffee hour at church today, and you know that means baking time.

Look. I have built-in taste testers at home. But they are pickypants pains. Boy has declared he does not like pie. Any pie, any kind. Man is extremely selective and getting more selective by the hour. No peaches, pears, plums, blackberry, strawberry... I’m down to blueberry and apple, and the latter I’ve not made into a pie yet.

I make a kickass key lime pie. Man snubs it - “I don’t like key lime.” Philistine. Boy requests more chocolate chip cookies.

So when I get the chance to experiment on other humans, I jump on it. I need willing victims!

This week’s selections included my trusty key lime pie, blueberry vanilla muffin bread, Clifty sugar cream pie and my standby cheese and crackers, ranch cheese spread, grapes and bagels. Plus chocolate chip cookies, which I apparently will make for every gathering forever.

The sugar cream pie comes from the Old Clifty Inn in Madison, Indiana. I was there for a book signing a…


It's been a while since we did one of these....

ME: Is my social media leader text too long?
EDITOR: Yes, and too complicated. It has to be shorter and simpler.
ME: Are you saying that people on Facebook cannot comprehend a compound sentence?
EDITOR: Yes. Duh.


JIM: Hey, free books on the table.
ME: Boooooks.
JIM: "Writing Great Short Stories." "Steps to Writing Well." "Characters and Viewpoint."
ME: Want.
JIM: "Eats Shoots and Leaves." "How to Read Novels Like a Professor." You want all of them? They are free for the taking.
ME: Yes. Any we don't add to the house collection can go to the Relay sale in the fall.
JIM: "Rhetorical Analysis."
ME: ... ugh.
JIM: I got all the ones about writing. I'll put them in my book bag.
ME: *bounce*
JIM: There are two left but I don't think you want those.
ME: What are they?
JIM: "Business School Essays" and "A Practical Guide to Family Therapy."
ME: No…

One small step for me.

This has proven much more difficult to write than I anticipated, probably because this is the hardest decision I have ever had to make.

Harder than the decision to leave Memphis and my career in the arts in order to pursue a life in journalism. Harder than the decision to divorce my first husband, the father of my child.

And I'm not one to take a leap without considering all the options, so you'd best believe that I have discussed this with Jim, with my parents, with close friends, with mentors. Probably until they were tired of talking about it with me. I have dithered and stalled, because once I post this, it's final. It's real.

I'm leaving the newspaper. With that decision ends 21 years in daily journalism.

Wow, that was hard to type. And I haven't even done it yet.

Please click here to check out my new site and all the details about this amazing new journey I'm about to take, and how you can be a part of it.

Look out, it's another food post!

This blog is in danger of becoming all about food, but a) the writing stuff is in motion but still hush-hush, and b) the family sees each other so rarely right now that we don't even get much in the way of Snippets. That is, unless you could yesterday's endless snark of poor Jim on his 51st birthday, which I kept misremembering as 61 with a big ol' grin. And yet he married me.

If you're curious what's going on, you can catch up with the Literary Underworld crew at its site; with my professional photography and newstuff at Donald Media; and of course my Facebook and Twitter. I promise there's going to be very big changes soon.

In the meantime, our observance of Memorial Day means the family gets to spend a few days actually in each other's company. Not Friday, as Boy had rehearsal for Beauty and the Beast and I had the night shift. And not tonight (Sunday night), because Jim has a night shift and Boy is seeing one of his friends in a play.

(In case you misse…

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