Roasted Chicken Breast and Vegetables

roasted chicken breast When I was younger, I was a thumb sucker.  Short of cutting off my hands my parents tried everything to get me to quit.  Medicine on the thumb, punishment, incentives; nothing worked.  I sucked my thumb for a long, long time.  Seriously.  A long time.

Thank goodness neither of my kids sucked their thumbs, but both of my kids loved their pacifiers.

I loved them too.  It provided them so much comfort.

And gave some moments of silence.

I have found that everyone has a different name their kids called their pacifiers.

Binkey, Dee, Nana, Fire.  This list goes on and on.

In my home we called them Blues.

My kids loved their Blue so much that we always had a stockpile of them on hand.

One in every room.  At least five in their bed.  Four more in the car.

I knew that the Blues weren’t great for their teeth, or great for developing speech.  I’m sure you can think of a myriad of reasons why they are not great.  But they made my kids happy.

And I didn’t want to take it away until they could remotely understand that they wouldn’t be seeing it again.  And there was no going back.  That they were quitting cold turkey.

Approaching age three The Great Husband and I would start the conversation.

It would go a little something like this:

“Did you know that there are kids in the world that can’t afford Blues?
Did you know that there is beautiful fairy that gives them a Blue?
The fairy comes to the home of kids who have blues but are too old to use them anymore and takes them in the middle of the night. Then she delivers them to the kids who are too poor to buy them.
I saw the fairy flying around our house the other night, which means its time to leave your Blues out so she can take them. Think about how happy you are going to make those kids she gives them to.”

Then that night we all would set the blues out on the the back porch.

The next morning they would be gone. (A la in the garbage.)

A note is left in their place.

“Thank you so much for giving me these blues.  You will be a hero to a baby.”

I swear to you that this worked without a hitch with both of my kids.

They literally never asked about them again.

Until a random one showed up under the couch.

blue

Then they never asked about them again.

Want to celebrate breaking the pacifier habit?

Make this chicken recipe.  You’ll be happy  you did.

Roasted Chicken and Vegetables

This recipe was inspired by a meal my cousin Becky brought me right after I had my son.
Thanks Beck!

4 bone-in chicken breast with skin

3 Tb Olive oil

1 Tsp Salt

1 Tsp Pepper

1 cup baby carrots

1 Medium red onion, sliced

1 large potato, cubed

1/2 lemon, sliced

1 Tb chopped thyme

1 sprig rosemary, cut into 3 parts

Preheat oven to 450F

Heat 2 Tb olive oil in a large oven-safe skillet on the stove, until almost smoking.

Add chicken and let sit without moving for 2 minutes over medium-high heat.

Flip chicken and let sit an additional 2 minutes.

When both sides are nicely browned, remove chicken and set aside.

Add remaining Tb of olive oil to pan.

Add onion, carrots, lemon, and potatoes.

Season with salt and pepper.

Let cook until slightly carmelized.

Add thyme and rosemary sprigs.

Nestle chicken within the vegetables and put pan into oven.

Cook for 30-35 minutes until internal temperature reaches 165F.

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