Chicken Burrito Bowls

I fought cell-phoneage for years. “There are times when I don’t WANT to be contacted,” I told my husband, who kindly insisted I needed a cell phone to stay safe on afternoon walks. Pish. I didn’t want one. So many details to input into the awkward little keypad. Too many steps to keep the battery charged. And what was this whole texting fiasco thing about, anyway? Didn’t people talk anymore? I tisked and shamed it all in the 2005’s and 2008’s. I 2009, I relented and let the hubster buy me a Tracfone.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I had to input every texted letter on a 9-digit keypad. It was not pretty.

Then, last year, I upgraded to a slidey, flippy keyboard thing. And suddenly, I got cell phones. And better yet, I got texting. I got how I could text my sister a picture of two pairs of shoes and get her feedback on the better pick. I got how I could send a morning hello to friends in NYC. I got how nice it is to be a fingertip away from people I don’t want to live without. It’s funny how something you once pushed aside as an uneccessary trifle can quickly become  a lifeline to all your favorite people in the world.

Texts today:

From Steve, my morning flower delivery. My Denver pal Steve texts photos of flowers to his friends every morning. Do you love this idea? Recieving his a.m. texts makes me smile daily.

To Russell, inquiring as to the state of DC post-earthquake. The city, he said, was in chaos. But he was well and Dave was okay, too. So that was darned good to hear.

From Bethany. Little sis checking in after the weekend together. Seems she’s gone and made herself even lovlier than she was already. Looking into Design School, she is. I couldn’t be more proud of her.

To John, checking in to see how his first day of the seminar work went. He called back. Too much to text about. Plus, he was driving. We do not text while driving. Of course not.

To Shaina. It was high time I sent a hello to my fellow blogging mama. She’s got way too much going on. She always does. But, she’s amazing in the kitchen. So this is the price to be paid for crazy-awesome talent.

I was inspired by Steve’s morning text flower delivery to start a daily quote delivery with my sisters. I thought it would be awesome sauce to have each of us take a day and text each other a quote that is just a-speakin’ to us. Just a quick, simple something that connects us together each morning, and offers up a digital devotional.

Have you used text messages to create connections, share some sort of goodness with others, or bring fabulousness into your own life? I’d LOVE to hear any suggestions for taking texting to the next level.

Because, I may have fought it in the early days, but by golly. Now that texting is in my life, I plan on embracing it, whit, pixel, beep-beep-beep and all.


Chicken Burrito Bowls


2 chicken breasts, boiled and shredded
2 limes, freshly squeezed
1/2 tablespoon cumin
salt to taste
1/4 cup finely chopped cilantro
1/2 red bell pepper, diced
1/2 green bell pepper, diced
1 small, sweet onion, finely diced
1 can black beans, drained
1/4 cup jalapenos (optional)


In a small bowl, mix together the shredded chicken, fresh lime juice, cumin, and enough salt to lend good flavor to the meat. Toss with all other ingredients. Serve immediately or refrigerate and allow the lime juice flavors to marinate in the chicken. Delish!


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