A slice of heaven, indeed

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If I had a dime for each time I’ve screwed up a magazine recipe, I’d probably have almost twelve dollars.

Let’s just say my finished product never ends up looking quite as good as the professional photo in the magazine.

But last Saturday, I got close. Really close. I’m proud to present, my first attempt at ‘Green Herb and Goat Cheese Pie with Potato Crust’ from this month’s issue of Shape magazine.


Shape’s version


My version

Not bad, eh?

Although if I’m being perfectly honest, the recipe probably turned out so well because I didn’t actually make it by myself. After noticing the phrase “Goat cheese pie” (ummm…yes, please!) while quickly flipping through pages, I decided to host an impromptu “potbrunch”.

Relax, it’s not a weed smoking brunch.

Think of it as potluck meets baking party. All of my friends from CrossFit were responsible for brining one of the ingredients over to my place after our Saturday morning workout. We all prepped, assembled, and baked the pie together.

I was responsible for making/refilling coffee.

(Like I said, this is probably why the recipe turned out so well.)

Scott — initially skeptical that we were making a “diet recipe from some girlie magazine” enjoyed the meal so much, he’s requested I bake it again this weekend. We’ll see how successful I can be when left to my own devices.

Want to try it out with me? The recipe is simple, healthy, and perfect for a lazy weekend breakfast. Here’s how to do it:


Shape’s Green Herb and Goat Cheese Pie with Potato Crust

  • 12 ounces Swiss chard
  • 8 ounces curly kale
  • 1/4 cup chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
  • 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves
  • 1.5 pounds Yukon Gold potatoes
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 8 eggs
  • 1/4 cup heaving whipping cream
  • 1/2 teaspoon sea salt
  • 4 ounces  goat cheese
  1. Preheat oven to 375
  2. Melt butter in a 10-inch baking skillet over low heat. (We used a cast iron skillet, and it worked beautifully.) Make sure the bottom and sides of the pan are coated.
  3. Slice the potatoes (with the skins on) into super thin slices. You can use a knife, or do like we did, and bust out the mandolin slicer. (I make someone else do this part as I’m prone to slicing my fingers open.)
  4. Place the potatoes in the pan on top of the melted butter. Overlap them by about half an inch, covering the bottom and sides of your baking dish. This will be your crust.
  5. Remove the stems from the kale and Swiss chard and chop into medium size pieces. Toss the chopped up greens with the thyme and parsley. (I went out and purchased fresh thyme and parsley for this recipe, and then  forgot to add them. FML.)
  6. Press the green mixture firmly into the bottom of the potato crust.
  7. Beat the eggs, salt and heavy cream. Pour on top of the greens.
  8. Sprinkle the top with goat cheese. Bake for 40-45 minutes.
  9. Allow pie to rest for 5 minutes before slicing into 8 wedges.

Nutrition per serving: 241 calories, 14g fat (7.5g saturated), 18g carbs, 13g protein, 3g fiber, 422mg sodium


I hope you love this recipe as much as my friends and I did. The buttery potatoes for a crust? Brilliant. And let’s be honest…everything is better with goat cheese.

Also, I highly suggest picking up this month’s issue of Shape if you don’t already have a copy. They had so many amazing looking recipes, especially in the Cinco de Mayo inspired feature. Black bean tostadas and mango guacamole? I can’t wait to whip those up beg Scott to make them for me.

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Thou shalt not talketh smack

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Earlier this month, I overheard a friend saying some pretty nasty ‘ish behind my back.

Despite several urges, I decided not to write about it. No need to appear whiny and passive aggressive, after all.

But (shocker) I ended up changing my mind. What’s the point of a blog if you can’t post about whatever the heck you want? Including ridiculous girl drama. Also? I am kind of whiny and passive aggressive, so I may as well embrace it, right?

I’ve overheard unsavory commentary about myself before (haven’t we all?) and much like my previous experiences, this one left me feeling completely shitty. Normally I try not to swear on this blog, but really, there’s no other word that accurately described my mood after stumbling upon that vile conversation. Sorry…but I’m not sorry.

After getting over the initial hurt, my first reaction was to decide the Katrina-slanderer wasn’t really my friend.

But that’s not true. She was probably just irritated. I mean…let’s be real — how many times have you complained in a less-than-kind way about one of your friends? I do it way more than I like to admit, and would die of guiltbarassment (guilt + embarrassment) if the people I care about could hear some of the nasty complaints I’ve unleashed about them.

We all do it . Shame on us.

At the risk of losing all my blogging credibility, allow me to quote Lindsay Lohan from Mean Girls. (In the form of an animated gif, obvi.)


Preach it, Cady Heron!

Tina Fey, thank you for writing that line. Gossiping has got to be one of the most unproductive behaviors on the planet! Sure, it’s fun for a little bit…but what does it actually accomplish at the end of the day? If I took all the time I spent making catty comments about others, and used it to do…I don’t know…crunches, I would have a 24-pack of abs right now! Whispering mean things behind others’ backs is toxic, ugly, and a complete waste of time. We are far too fabulous to squander our precious moments of each day complaining about petty drama!

So, the next time you or I feel the urge to bitch about somebody, let’s just drop down into plank position instead. We’ll all be a lot happier — and rocking Britney Spears circa 2001 abs in no time!

(Also? I don’t care what anybody says — ‘Mean Girls’ is the best most fetch movie of all time.)

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Regrettable choices

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A series of stupid decisions I made over the weekend:

1. Eating a ridiculously hot chicken wing. To my credit, I was attending a 21st birthday party, and feeling kind of…well…old. Something about taking a risk and ingesting the wing tricked me into believing I was closer to 20 than 30.

(And to think, if I had managed 11 more I would have gotten a free t-shirt and my name on the wall!)


2. Going through an uncovered drive-thru in the middle of one of the worst downpours I’ve ever experienced. Truly, the only thing worse than eating greasy fast food is eating greasy fast food that’s sopping wet.

3. Purchasing a high-waisted graphic print jumpsuit, complete with cutouts that are strategically placed over my Christmas hams. (That’s my affectionate nickname for “love handles”.)

4. Drinking an entire bottle of wine before hitting up T.J. Maxx. (Don’t worry — I didn’t drive. But yes…this may have been behind the Christmas ham jumpsuit.)

5. Dedicating my Sunday afternoon to the two-hour Breaking Amish Season 1 reunion special. (The worst part? It was on-demand, which meant I selected it from dozens of  more preferable viewing options out of my own free will.)

6. Ordering “The Tour of Italy” at–cringe–the Olive Garden. (Scott still doesn’t know about this.)

7. Willingly drinking a giant glass of Mountain Dew. I hate Mountain Dew! I judge people who drink Mountain Dew! (Let’s just say it’s kind of a long story.)

8. Willingly drinking a giant glass of Mountain Dew fifteen minutes before bedtime. Pretty sure that stuff is made of nothing but caffeine and mildly toxic food coloring.

Truly, my only sound decision of the weekend was finally getting around to starting season 1 of Vikings. Ragnar Lothbrok is pretty much my new hero. Can you blame me? He’s strong, has awesome hair, and has probably never allowed a drop of Mountain Dew through those rugged Nordic lips of his.

Seriously…why are all the bad choices I make a direct result of the things I put in my mouth?

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Three years old!

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Tomorrow, ‘Sota is Sexy celebrates three years of ridiculousness. My baby is all grown up! (But unfortunately, still not potty trained.)

To celebrate, I’m taking the day off from writing and turning back the clock to highlight my three favorite posts from the past 12 months. Ready? Here goes:

  1. This is what you did last “inight” – AKA, adventures with Ambien.
  2. Urine for a rude awakening – The time I accidentally drank my husband’s pee. {shudder}
  3. Squirrel Tail (Part 1) – Trust me…you’ll want to read Part 2 as well.

Want to send ‘Sota a birthday greeting? I’d love to hear how you found my little blog and what your favorite post is in the comments. Better yet — share the love and post a link on FB or Twitter! There’s always room for more readers here in ‘Sota.

Most importantly, thanks so much for supporting this crazy little endeavor of mine. Words can’t express how much I appreciate you stopping by from time to time to read my delusional musings. Truly, ‘Sota wouldn’t be the same without you.



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