Chicken Lombardy.

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Make Your Own Chicken Lombardy, this one showed up in my personal feed this morning and looked so amazing we had to share!

8 oz package(s) sliced fresh mushrooms
2 tablespoon(s) butter melted
6 skinned and boned chicken breasts
1/2 cup(s) all-purpose flour
1/3 cup(s) butter
1/2 cup(s) chicken broth
1/2 teaspoon(s) salt
1/8 teaspoon(s) pepper
1/2 cup(s) shredded mozarella cheese
1/2 cup(s) parmesan cheese
2 green onions chopped

Preparation:
Cook mushrooms in 2 tablespoons butter in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat, stirring constantly, 3 to 5 minutes or just until tender. Remove from heat; set aside.

Cut each chicken breast in half lengthwise. Place chicken between 2 sheets of heavy-duty plastic wrap; flatten to 1/8 inch thickness, using a meat mallet or rolling pin.

Dredge chicken pieces in flour. Cook chicken in batches, in 1 to 2 tablespoons butter in a large nonstick skillet over medium heat 3 to 4 minutes on each side or until golden. Place chicken in a lightly greased 13 x 9 inch baking dish, overlapping edges. Repeat procedure with remaining chicken and butter. Reserving pan drippings in skillet. Sprinkle mushrooms evenly over chicken.

Add broth to skillet. Bring to a boil; reduce heat, and simmer, uncovered, 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Stir in salt and pepper. Pour sauce over chicken. Combine cheeses and green onions; sprinkle over chicken.

Bake uncovered, at 450 degrees for 12 to 14 minutes until cheese melt.

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The Pap Test.

PapTest  The doc’s office called and finally caught up to me and said I had to go in an have a Pap test done. It’s been 8 YRS since I had my last one done( when I had my youngest child) and they said the nurse can do it( I was uncomfortable with having the doctor do it with him being a guy) so I went and got it done. Talk about embarrassing and humiliating, laying flat on your back, legs spread wide open, with your ass hanging off the end of the table, and your cho-cha flapping in the breeze, in the face of a total stranger! At least this time I was spared the embarrassing personal questions about my (non-existant!) sex-life though, like about when was the last time I did IT( when I got prego with our youngest), and how many partners I’ve had( only one; my hubby) and even though I have nothing to be ashamed of( it’s not like I’m a slut or anything) it’s personal and I’m uncomfortable discussing with someone, and all she asked was when I had my last period and I just remember last month sometime but it’s due next week.

Speculum Then they insert this cold metal speculum( seen here) which looks like some sort of Medieval torture device all the way up and open it up and then shove what looks like a big long toothbrush all the way back and scrape off cells from your cervix,feeling like my cooch is being reamed out, where they send them off to the lab to be tested for cancer and results take 1-2 weeks. The nurse said everything looks ok from what she can see though as far as she can tell, and the doc told her to tell me my blood test came back low for potassium again and I’m to increase my potassium supplements from 1 a day to 2 daily so it’s not the diuretic then depleting it(since I’ve been on a non-potassium depleting one now for 2 months) so it must be my own BODY doing it for some reason, so there must be some medical issue causing it…

On the way back I also stopped off at DQ to see if they had the pumpkin pie Blizzard now we’re close to Thanksgiving and they DID have it( and had a big sign advertising it)…..but JUST *MY* “luck” they were all sold out! Doesn’t it FIGURE? I can’t believe my bad luck; I swear, I must be cursed! I was listening to East Indian spiritual music as well and the 20 YR old said it sounds like “terrorist music” and “something a terrorist would listen to before he shouts out ‘ Allah akhbar!'”  The 8 YR old’s also slacking off in his reading lessons and is behind and his excuse was the “wind blew the pages” and my mother said “maybe it really DID!”…yeah… INSIDE the HOUSE? Really? There’s no end to her excusing and enabling him, and she couldn’t find him upstairs or downstairs last night either and was frantic and called my hubby asking if he was with him, which of course he WAS( where ELSE would he BE?) she’s so obsessed with him!