As I was driving back home from dropping off Madeline at summer camp, I was looking out the window. I drove past a farmer on his tractor, and then by a farm, and then by a dairy farm with some cows and then drove by some corn fields and then, some open green pastures. I’m not joking at all. This is all literally on my drive home.
And then, I felt it. I felt happy. Relaxed.
I live in Wisconsin now. It still boggles my mind that I live here. With my family. That Paul and I are raising our children here. In Wisconsin. In the midwest. I never, in a million years, thought we’d end up here. And honestly, until recently, I’ve been secretly wishing and hoping that we would move back to CA or to Texas.
But, we are happy. Paul is happy. The girls are happy. We are good.
Sometimes, as I am scrolling through my Facebook feed and see photos from my friends who only have boys, I wonder what my life would have been like if I had boys instead of girls. . don’t ask me why but I have these thoughts .. would there be less drama? would there be less fighting? probably not. . and then I look over at Madeline brushing her American Girl Doll’s hair (yes, we caved). Like, brushing it and brushing it and changing her clothes. She can sit with that doll for at least 30 minutes, which is like an hour for an adult. And Phoebe, trying on clothes and getting ready for her fashion show, where I am supposed to play fashion show music and watch them walk down the runway. Or I watch her fix her hair in the morning (she fixes her own hair now and lets me do it sometimes). And then I think, all is as it should be.
We’re at the end of July now and I’m taking the girls to Minnesota on Sunday for a week to attend a Korean Culture Camp. We don’t have any camps like this where we live, so we’re going to the one my sister takes her kids to every summer. I’m volunteering for a few days and am excited to see what they learn. See, because even though Paul and I are Korean, we don’t speak Korean well . . my sister would correct me here and say we don’t speak Korean at all.
My Korean is probably at a 1st grade level. Not good. Anyway, they don’t have to learn how to speak the language but I just want them to learn more about who they are. . hoping for a fun and educational week!
Since we’re heading out this weekend, I’ve been cleaning out the fridge . . and these Cobb Salad Lettuce Wraps were born!! I’ve made these three times over the past two weeks. So easy to make and delicious!
And these are Whole30 and Paleo approved if you’re into that!
Happy weekend, everyone!
Cobb Salad Lettuce Wraps
You can use all natural rotisserie chicken here, or roasted chicken breast. The chimichurri sauce recipe yields about 2 cups of sauce.* You can refrigerate any leftover sauce and leave at room temp for about an hour to use again.
Author: Hip Foodie Mom
Recipe type: Appetizer or Main
For the chimichurri sauce*:
- 2 cups firmly packed fresh flat-leaf parsley, trimmed with the stems cut off
- 1 cup fresh cilantro
- 3-4 garlic cloves
- 2 tablespoons fresh oregano leaves
- 3/4 cup good quality olive oil + more if needed
- 4 tablespoons red wine vinegar
- 2 teaspoons sea salt
- 1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
- 1 teaspoon red pepper flakes
For the lettuce wraps:
- Boston Bibb lettuce or Butter lettuce, washed and separated
- red and yellow tomatoes, chopped
- roasted chicken breast, chopped or cubed
- hard boiled eggs, peeled and chopped
- crispy bacon, crumbled or chopped
For the chimichurri sauce:
- Combine ingredients from the parsley to the oregano in a food processor. Pulse and process until desired consistency is reached; usually several pulses. Place in a small bowl and set aside.
- In a separate bowl, mix and combine the olive oil, vinegar, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes. Pour over the parsley mixture and mix together well. Taste and adjust any seasonings as needed.
For the lettuce wraps:
- To assemble: Top lettuce leaves with chopped tomatoes, chicken, eggs and bacon. Drizzle on the chimichurri sauce and serve immediately.
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