Hey, team! I'm going to share one of the best tilapia recipes ever with you today. And, it's really simple. We call it lemon pepper tilapia with lemon butter sauce.
Ingredients:
Tilapia filet (I use frozen filets from Sam's Club or Smith's)
Butter
Lemon Pepper
Lemon Juice
Melt about 1 Tbsp of butter in your frying pan.
Once the butter is melted, put in your tilapia. Cook at just above medium heat.
Pour 2-3 Tbsps of lemon juice over the tilapia.
Sprinkle lemon pepper on the tilapia, flip it, sprinkle again.
Once your tilapia is done, set it aside and put 1-2 Tbsps of butter into your pan.
Add 1-2 Tbsp of lemon juice. (More or less depending on how buttery/lemony you like your sauce.)
Once the butter is all melted you can pour your sauce over the tilapia.
If you're like me it'll probably be swimming.
Ha. Swimming tilapia.
It's super simple and super delicious. And, you get all those Omega 3s you need.
Now I sound like my mom...
Edit: My sister (who taught me this recipe) says:
Actually, I've started doing it a little bit differently so the tilapia isn't just all squishy. I put in just a little bit of butter (maybe like.. half to 2/3 of a Tbsp), and let it most cook in it's own juices. When it looks like it's running out of butter/juice to cook in, I add little bits at a time. And maybe a little bit of lemon juice too. But that way, you get little slightly crispy parts on the edges, and caramalized buttery stuff all over it.. And it's SO good.
I think there was a time in my life that I wasn't such a light sleeper.
Maybe in the womb?
I think my mom would disagree.
It definitely got worse my first time working at summer camp.
I was spending the night in the cabin with the girls. And as the counselor, it was my responsibility to help home sick girls, girls who were throwing up, girls who were crying for no reason, girls who were crying over missing WWF Smackdown (really happened, people.).
Oh, and I also had to make sure the girls weren't pranking each other.
I woke up to every noise. And every light.
And now, I still do.
So, here I am. Blogging at 1:06 am, wishing I were asleep.
I googled "how to not be a light sleeper" and found some semi-helpful answers.
Ear plugs, white noise, eye mask.
I tried the eye mask thing once.
It didn't really help because I could still tell that there was light in the room, through the mask.
Oh yeah, plus my roommate laughed at me when she saw that I had it on.
That's another thing I don't sleep through. Laughter.
Here's the link to the most helpful article I found.
I'll probably try a white noise app.
Are you a deep sleeper or a light sleeper? Do you have any suggestions for me?
Remember that time in High School when you were totally convinced you were in love?
And you were so blissfully, ignorantly happy through all of it?
They say hindsight is 20/20.
And perhaps that's true. You can look back and see that it never would have worked out.
But, how do you know it never would have worked out?
Once the decision was made to end the relationship, you talk yourself out of loving them because it's no longer blissful, it's painful.
Fast forward to college.
You're obviously waaaay more mature and totally ready for marriage.
Because those kind of things change over night.
You let yourself fall in love again, you are convinced that everything is completely perfect and you've found that one person who makes you happier than anyone else.
Then, things change and he completely shatters your heart.
Slowly, you buck up and move on.
You fall in and out of heartbreak a couple more times.
Each time, you move on and try again.
When is it that you reach the point where you can't anymore?
You've fallen off the bike so many times that you couldn't possibly fit any more princess bandages on your skinned knees.
You're about ready to take that bike and throw it off a cliff.
But, somewhere deep inside, you know it's all worth it.
You know that someday, you'll look back with your 20/20 hindsight and say "How silly was I for crying over that?" and "You know, I really should have been nicer to him."
And you'll have chosen someone you want to be with forever.
Because really, our choices define us.
I learned a really important lesson when I was 17.
My choir teacher introduced me to Mr. Jazon Mraz and played this song for me.
It takes no time to fall in love, but it takes you years to know what love is.
Falling in love is simple.
I fell in love with this ice cream just the other day.
Knowing what love is, though, that takes time.
It takes those fears to make you trust...
Learning to ride a bike meant getting back on no matter how many times you skinned your knee.
You tried and tried until you found success.
Because you knew you'd regret it if you gave up.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. ~Ambrose Redmoon
My life is funny. So, I'm walking in to my science, technology, and modern society class and the teacher from the previous class kicks me out because he's "finishing an exam". I go wait outside with the rest of my class. No big, right? Then Larry walks up to me and mumbles, "It's because it's Thursday..." Now, picture a younger version of Dumbledore with Utah State Aggies baseball cap and a faded USA bald eagle t-shirt. That's Larry. He went on to tell me about how Monday's are weird, but "on Thursdays, the cosmos realign and everything bizarre occurs."
I'm thinking Yeah, I guess today has been kind of weird... and Larry says, "Just you watch. It'll be weird." So, we go sit down in class and he tells me that I'm one of the few people he's ever told about this.
Class goes on and suddenly the cosmos rearrange again our teacher can't get the projector to connect with the computer. From behind me I hear "It's because it's Thursday..." Then, the computer crashes completely and he says "Thursday..."
What do you think? Rearranging cosmos or not, are Thursdays bizarre for you?
And on a completely unrelated note, we celebrated my friend, Jeff's birthday last night. Mostly, we just ate cupcakes. "What just happened?" is an inside joke a bunch of us have had for quite a few years now.
Have you guys tried Betty Crocker's butter pecan cake mix? It is to DIE for. Dead, buried, happy taste buds. I'm serious. It's my favorite. And I always make homemade buttercream frosting for it.
Also, tonight I have a blind date with a boy from England. And that pretty much sums up all I know about him. Wish me luck?
