Chicken Spinach Alfredo for Dinner

I did one of those Facebook video recipes last night. It was yummy. The Parmesan cheese in it tastes good. Of course I rinsed Timmy's chicken off. Lexa didn't like the look of it, but was a good sport and tried it. Surprise! She really liked it. She said, "I'm going to want seconds." 🙂

I didn't have heavy cream so I added extra milk and some butter. I also didn't put cornstarch in it.

Spinach Chicken Alfredo Skillet

http://12tomatoes.com/spinach-chicken-alfredo/

INGREDIENTS

• 4-6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
• 2 cups frozen spinach, thawed and drained
• 1 (14.5 oz.) can seasoned diced tomatoes (with basil and oregano)
• 3 cloves garlic, minced
• 1/2 yellow onion, chopped
• 3/4 cup milk
• 2/3 cup parmesan cheese, grated
• 1/2 cup heavy cream
• 1/2 cup low-sodium chicken stock
• 2 tablespoons cornstarch
• 1/2 teaspoon dried basil
• 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
• Olive oil, as needed
• Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste

• PREPARATION

  1. Heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat and brown chicken on all sides. Continue cooking until chicken is cooked through and juices run clear.
  2. Remove chicken from pan, cover with aluminum foil, and set aside.
  3. Heat 2 tablespoons olive oil in the same skillet over medium-high heat and sauté onions for 6-8 minutes, or until softened and translucent. Add garlic and cook for another 1 minute, or until fragrant.
  4. Stir in tomatoes (with juices), chicken stock and spinach, and season with basil, oregano, salt and pepper.
  5. In a small bowl, whisk cornstarch and milk to create a slurry, stirring until smooth. Pour slurry and heavy cream into sauce mixture, and bring to a gentle boil. 
  6. Stir in cheese until smooth and return chicken to pan. Cook for 5-10 minutes, or until chicken is warmed through.
  7. Serve hot and enjoy!

My Baby

Hugh started walking this summer. He's completely adorable. He claps when he's happy and he giggles when I smile at him like we have a secret joke between us. His favorite game right now is practicing his new throwing toys skill. He loves everyone, wants Patrick to pick him up as soon as he walks in the door from work, and follows his siblings around the house. Will and I were playing, I'm gonna get you, chasing each other around the kitchen the other day, and I looked over at Hugh. He was laughing away at us. Then he tried to join in. He still tries to bite us every one in awhile though. We're working on that. So watch out!

River Visit

Sara and Kenny came to visit, and we all headed for the river. On the way there we learned never again to seat Timmy in between both Lexa and Will. The fighting finally ceased when I changed the seats and moved him. 

The river was beautiful and it was a happy afternoon.

Then we went to Neal's Cafe and were reminded of many childhood summer vacations.

A Swing for Three

They thought this swing for three was a great idea. (It didn't last long though because it was about 1 million degrees outside with no shade in sight!)

Lexa Loves Salad

I love how Lexa loves vegetables for a snack. As long as I don't try to do something crazy like cook the vegetables for dinner. That is unless eating them all myself is my goal! Will loves salad veggies dipped in salad dressing too. Other hits are pickled banana peppers and olives. They'll also grab whole tomatoes out of the fridge and eat them. 

Not so much the ever picky Timmy. Although he will eat lettuce and spinach leaves plain and dry by the handful sometimes.

Baby Sock Sabotage

I was convinced that I had broken our washing machine by cramming a heavy bath mat and pillow in it and then to have it stop spinning. It turns out the culprit was a baby sock in the pump. I'm so happy to have it back. You never truly realize how much you need a washer until it's out of order. Now to go put another load in. I keep forgetting to keep the laudry train moving today now that it's going again. I only have at least a million more loads to do to catch up!

Breakfast Race

I guess breakfast is done now, since he's thrown all his food on the floor...

It's always a race to eat between me and him. He usually wins.