Things have been awfully quiet around these parts lately. I moved. Again. This is our 6th house in as many years. This time it was just across town instead of across the country, but ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate moving. Actually, hate isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for moving. Someday you will find me sitting in my favorite chair, an empty house around me, because one of these times I will just say “NO MORE! I am staying here until I DIE!” Well, maybe that is a little dramatic.
So I am here, back, in the saddle. My house is in shambles around me, and I have little to no motivation to do anything about it, but I am working on it. Our meals have consisted of a lot of things that go directly from freezer to oven to table, or come out of the microwave. I don’t remember the last time I actually baked anything. My poor camera has been sitting, all alone, in its poor camera bag, neglected.
The kids actually are loving the new place. You see, kids see the brightest side of things, and for that I am so thankful. We had to find a place that was relatively temporary and a lease that is easy to get out of due to a potential move out of state in the not-too-distant future. So instead of another house, we rented a “Mobile home” in one of the “Premier mobile home communities in the great state of Michigan.” My secret is out. My location now officially matches my disposition.
The kids are thoroughly enjoying themselves though. We are within sight of the playground, where they have been spending most of their days. There are neighborhood kids that come and knock on the door to come and play. Their bedrooms are bigger. My kitchen is bigger. MY bedroom is bigger and we have our own bathroom again! Hallelujah! Maybe there is more to like about this place than I originally though? This is a lesson in practicing being thankful for what I have, and being content where God puts me. And with us moving approximately every 20 minutes, I can always day-dream about the NEXT house. 😉
Onto the FOOD! That is what you are really here for anyway. If you skipped over the whiny drivel above, I totally forgive you. I would have too. This recipe comes from my sister-in-law Jen. She made us this fabulous stuff when we were out visiting in June, and I knew I had to snag it up for you all to share the pounds with. Because if you eat more than a crumb of this, it will stick directly to your butt. It is worth it though.
Garlic Fry Bread
This garlic fry bread is not a diet meal. There is nothing low calorie, low carb, or low fat about this. I would plug it into a calculator and get actual numbers for this, but I am afraid if I knew I would never eat it again. And what is a life without garlic fry bread once in a while? This is a “once in a great while because I want to indulge” kind of thing. They are amazing. They go perfectly with spaghetti, as a appetizer on pizza night, or with anything you would normally serve garlic bread with.
Start by mixing up a batch of pizza dough. Let it rise, and then punch down. You can find my pizza dough recipe HERE.
Melt your butter in a small saucepan over medium-low heat.
Add garlic and cook 30 seconds. Remove from heat and mix in garlic salt and parsley. Set aside. Preheat your oil in a frying pan over medium-high heat. Take golf-ball sized balls of dough and flatten in your hand into an oval shape. Place one into the preheated oil and fry until golden brown on one side.
Flip and fry until golden on the other side and remove from pan. Test it to make sure the inside is fully cooked and not doughy. If all is well with your oil temperature, fry the rest of the dough as you did the first in batches. If the inside is still doughy, reduce the heat a bit before frying more bread.
Remove when done from oil and brush on both sides with garlic butter mixture.
Serve hot, and enjoy this “once in a while” treat!