Grubarazzi

One of my favorite things in the world is sitting in front of the television after a long day of work with a giant bowl of chicken noodle soup. This is especially true when the temperature outside begins to drop. There is nothing more consoling than slurping on soup while watching The Walking Dead . Are you judging me right now? I can feel it. You are judging me. I promise I’m not slovenly. I use a napkin, slurp with spotlessness, and never take a glug directly from the bowl. Okay, maybe sometimes I glug directly from the bowl. What? This quick and easy Chicken Meatball Noodle Soup tastes almost like pizza. It is oh so very Italian with artichokes, fennel seed, and oregano. Being gluten and dairy free can be daunting at classic Italian restaurants. If you are like me and simply miss eating pizza from time to time (who doesn’t love ooey gooey cheese pizza with a paper thin crust?) then try a bowl of this. Chicken Meatball Noodle Soup  Time in kitchen: 30 minutes Servings:

My life is like a really messy kitchen. The sink is filled to the brim with full-time school, full-time work, and marathon training. The cabinets are stuffed with making time for my husband and taking care of my poor home which always seems to end up last on the list. Adding a hobby to the mix is daunting at times, but I would not have it any other way. I love Grubarazzi. She’s a friend of mine. Like an extremely selfish but loveable BFF. During my first year of food blogging I was certain of very few things. I wanted to share my recipes, fiddle with my camera, write, and soak in all of the information I could about all of the above. What I didn’t want to deal with was a “vision”. It felt like a nuisance to have a reason for writing this blog other than simply doing what I love. Can’t a woman just cook? I chucked the food blogging rule book out the window on plenty of occasions opting for simplicity in its place. Unfortunately, the rule book is there for a reason. After

I am experiencing a life-sized version of “my eyes are bigger than my stomach” which has been a common theme throughout the course of my existence. Bigger, busier, and faster is better even if each task involves major procrastination and panic. I blame my parents. They made me.  When my brain is on overload I typically retreat and try to solve the issue(s) by putting each task in its own private bucket, if you will. Days are buckets. Today I will do homework. Tomorrow I will study while running on the treadmill. The day after that I will completely finish the project at work which has enveloped my life. This works in theory until your buckets are filled with life-enveloping tasks, to dos, and last minute additions. This is when sheet pans come in handy. Dinner on a sheet pan. How convenient. I get to rub some chicken, cut some vegetables, throw it all on a single sheet pan, toss it in the oven and “voila”… dinner is done, man.   And the carrots in this recipe are home grown, baby