Kitchen Mania Monday: Chicken Meatloaf
Meatloaf is just an easy meal and almost everyone loves it. But instead of using higher fat ground beef, substituting with ground chicken breast can be a great way to make a similar tasting meal with about half the fat and calories.
1 lbs ground chicken breast
½ cup whole grain bread crumbs
1 large egg
1 large sweet onion, chopped
1 Tbs minced garlic
¾ cup ketchup
In a large bowl, whisk egg. Add in ketchup, breadcrumbs, onion, and garlic. Next, add in ground chicken breast. Mix all ingredients together evenly. Once mixed, place ground chicken on a lightly greased pan. Using your hands, spread chicken evenly out over pan. Depending on how you like your meatloaf, you can spread it thinly over a large, swallow pan or make it more “loaf-like” in a deep, thin pan. I personally like it in the swallow pan. This especially makes it easy to cut into thin, bite sized pieces for our little guy.
Place meatloaf in the oven at 400 F for 40-50 minutes (depending on thickness) or until internal temperature reaches 165 F.
Note: you can get creative with your meatloaf too. Try adding additional chopped vegetables into the mix. You can top your meatloaf with various seasonings as well. We like a splash of parmesan cheese or a little drizzle of barbeque sauce for some extra flavor.
Before becoming a parent, I would see commercials showing babies being given loving baths. They’d look up at their parents with big smiles, showing just how much they enjoy being in the water. All babies seem to love bathing, I though. Little did I know what the truth was! As I was leaving the YMCA the other day, the nice woman who works at the front desk reminded me that it was sign up time for Mommy & Me swim classes. I thanked her and laughed as I told her he’s really more of a land shark. That’s actually a complete understatement.
I don’t know if there is a word to describe just how much Joey detests being bathed. Thank God for wipes or the child may never be clean. He was terrible about being bathed as a newborn, got a little better around six months, and now it’s an all out war to get him to go into the bathtub. It starts the second he seems me preparing for bath time. When I go into the closet to get a bath towel, he runs away. Yesterday he even tried to close his bedroom door on me to hide. He then starts to yell as I undress him to get him ready, and as we approach the tub, he really starts to lose it. He screams, climbs up my body, refuses to bend his legs to sit, and tries to crawl out of the tub. It’s completely exhausting. By the time I am done giving him his one minute bath, I am so sweaty, I need one myself!
I have tried everything. I gave him new bath toys that he can only play with in the tub. I’ve adjusted the water temperature. I’ve tried a bubble bath. I’ve gone in the tub with him. I’ve had assistance from multiple people to get him to bath. Nothing has seemed to work. As much as I am looking forward to spring and to getting outside with him, I dread him getting dirty since that will mean he needs another bath. Hopefully it’s something he will grow out of eventually. Have any of you had babies who hate water this much? Any suggestions?
Dear Tanya and Adam,
When I read about the beautiful display of love you showed for your daughter by tattooing your legs, it brought tears to my eyes. What a wonderful gift to show your daughter that her birthmark makes her special and unique! As an adult woman who has a port-wine birthmark that covers the lower left side of my face, ear, chin, neck, and chest, I want you to know that your daughter’s birthmark is a blessing, not a curse.
Sure, as a young child, and even now at times as an adult, I will occasionally have the “why me” moments of wishing that my body was the same as everyone else’s. Why can’t I wake up with a face free of embarrassing red marks? From age eight until my early twenties, I underwent regular laser surgeries in the hopes that my birthmark would fade away. Although it lightened a bit, it never went away. And looking back, I’m actual glad. If a cure came out tomorrow that would erase my birthmark for good, I’m not sure I would part with it. This red mark is a part of who I am, and it makes me unique and special, just like your daughter’s birthmark makes her. In fact, in a strange way, I have many reasons to be thankful that I was blessed with a birthmark. Whenever anyone looks strangely at your daughter, or if someone teases her in school, before becoming too upset for her, please keep the following in mind:
Having a birthmark has shown me what real beauty truly is in others.
Others will love you for the real you, not for what they just see on the outside, but the beauty that shines from within. If someone dislikes you or avoids you because your mark makes them uncomfortable, that just shows you what type of person they really are inside. A true friend is someone who sees past any physical imperfections and instead, embraces the entire you- the special you from the inside out. Someone who only wants to be with you for your looks, isn’t a true friend at all. Your birthmark just helps you to weed these people out of your life faster than others can. Those around you, who notice you, and not your mark, are the people worth surrounding yourself with. The others don’t matter.
My skin may be red, but it’s very tough
From a very young age, people will notice your daughter’s birthmark. Some may stare. Some may make ignorant comments. Some are just curious. But the fact is, she won’t be oblivious to these stares. She will feel them. She will see them out the corner of her eye. When she walks into a room and sees people whispering, she will wonder if they are looking at her birthmark. I’ve been there. I’ve experienced it. It makes you self-conscience and at times; it makes you want to hide. But after a while, it makes you stronger. You learn that no matter what other people think, you have every right to belong. You can achieve anything you set your mind to. You are just as good as anyone else, no matter what your skin looks like. You quickly learn to ignore the stares and whispers. You learn that what others think doesn’t matter. You start to focus on you, and what you need to do to better yourself and rise above the whispers and stares. You learn to brush it off. You learn that you wont be accepted everywhere always and that’s OK. Others can show prejudice, but that doesn’t define you. Only you get to define who you will be, where you will go in life, and what you will achieve.
I’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover
Just as I don’t want others to judge me because I have a birthmark, I have learned not to judge others solely on looks. It can be hard at times. You may see someone who is overweight and assume they are lazy. But did you know they have already lost 100 pounds and kill themselves at the gym everyday? Or what about that person you see who always looks disheveled? Did you know they spend every minute of the day caring for a dying loved one and don’t have time to care for themselves? The women with bad hair- maybe she is trying to manage the early stages of alopecia.
The truth is, when we judge someone on face value alone, we are missing out on so much. We have no idea why someone looks the way they do. And really- does it matter? So what if someone is overweight or has bad hair or bad skin. Does that make them a lesser person then us? Are they less deserving of our love or respect? Absolutely not! When you are one of the “judged” people, you look at others in a different light. You don’t just judge them by looks alone, but you look deeper and try to think about the entire person versus what one can just see on the outside alone. By doing so, you are able to befriend some amazing individuals who bring so much to your life, who you may have otherwise avoided due to face value alone.
Most importantly, I’ve learned to love myself for me.
What makes me different makes me special. Every scar, every mark, every wrinkle, every wart we all have tells a story about us. It makes us our own perfectly unique individual. There’s not one other person exactly like you in this world. You bring to the world something no one else on this planet does, and you can use that uniqueness to bless those around you. Looks fade, bodies change, but the real you – what’s inside- is what stays the same. Embrace the real you, share it with others, and never, for one second, think you are anything less than the incredible person that you are. A mark on your body, whether it’s on your face or your leg, is just God’s way of showing the world that he wants everyone around you to notice just how truly special you are.
I know that your daughter is incredibly loved. She is a beautiful and strong child and she will grow up to be an amazing adult thanks to her supportive family. If at any time, she questions herself and her worth because of what others deem a “deformity,” make sure she knows that she is not alone. Having a birthmark just enhances her live, and she will be thankful for all of the lessons it teaches her as an adult.
I hope that by writing this, as I sit here wearing makeup to cover my facial mark, you don’t think I am a hypocrite. The truth is, as an adult who works with the public, I am still self-conscience. The fear of silent whispers and stares is always there. So is it easier to cover my mark at times? Absolutely! But whether it’s covered or exposed, the lessons it has taught me are invaluable. Perhaps without a birthmark, I may not have been as tolerant of others. Perhaps I may not have considered others feelings as much as I do today. Perhaps I may not have filled my life with individuals who love me for me and don’t care about pure physical beauty as much as the beauty that lies inside. For these reasons I am thankful I am me, mark and all, and you can take solace in knowing that daughter will feel the same way about her birthmark as well.
No, I’m not talking about the “lollipop kids” from the Wizard of Oz. I have my own version of a little lollipop at home – my giant headed baby! Since he was born, Joey has a huge head. I don’t think when you look at him his head looks abnormally large, but when you look at his height and weight percentiles versus his head size, it’s pretty obviously he’s a little top heavy. For most of his life, his height and weight measurements have been under the 30th percentile. Most recently his weight is at 18th percentile for age (it’s back up after being sick for a while- he was down under the 10th percentile for a little while!). His height, although we can’t be sure since he never stops moving long enough to get a very accurate measurement, is somewhere between the 7th and 15th percentile. His head, however, is a different story.
Since birth, his head has been consistently between the 95th-99th percentiles. So what does this mean? Basically, he’s shaped like a lollipop- an adorable one, but he’s still a little lollipop kid. It can be tough- getting dressed is no joke. Getting clothing that fits his smaller body but can go over his head is quite a challenge. Very often the pull-over shirts get stuck on his noggin. He’s a big fan of buttons and zippers for that reason.
Even walking and running with an above average head can be a challenge. I actually brought him to the doctor after he had been sick because I was afraid he seemed a bit “woobly” on his feet. The diagnosis- he’s a little tired from being sick and has a huge amount of weight to balance above his shoulders. You can see it when he runs, the faster he goes, the more he starts to lead with his head and before you know it, he topples over.
I’m not too worried. I think his huge head is adorable and just perfect the way it is. In my opinion it’s probably just filled with big brains ☺ Sure he has to buy 2T hats when he’s still in 9-12 month clothes, but that’s OK. Ill take him just the way he is.