It’s not Saturday, and it won’t be Saturday all day today, but here I am posting a Super Saturday Supper recipe on top of a Weekly Winners post.  I have an excellent excuse…I re started a diet two weeks ago.

Do you know when you start that low-carb diet, how they tell you to lay off the booze for a while?  Do you know why?  It’s not because booze is packed with sugar, it’s because proteins do not absorb vodka as well as a bowl of pasta would, and if you decide to sit down with a good movie and a rather large glass full of your favorite cocktail, you probably won’t remember much between your third slurp, the bird’s eye view of your toilet, and your pillow.

However, being O+, I function much better in life if I drop the carbs.  Too bad I’d rather have mashed potatoes than oxygen.  Sucks to be me, yo.  But when I stepped on the scale two Sundays ago, a year and a half after rocking some very hot size 4 jeans and saw 160?  I decided to break up with Ding Dongs.

So, here I sit, down 10 pounds already, watching JFK on the tv (45 years already?  Dag) trying really hard to will myself out of a wicked hangover, and posting this a day late.  Maybe I should get to that already, huh?

Chicken Parmesan is my mostest favoritest dinner in the whole freaking world.  Not so totally compatible with a low carb diet, though, unless you tweak it a bit.  You dredge chicken breasts pounded thin (or sliced in half through the middle, I’m lazy) in eggs and flour.

Normally, you’d also dredge them through breadcrumbs, but I had to leave out the bread crumbs *sob* so I subbed them with grated parm (just the Kraft stuff), salt and pepper, and extra basil and oregano.

By the way, it’s really nice to hide yourself little messages in your kitchen that will totally crack you up when you stumble on them later.

You fry those chicken breasts in a pan with hot olive oil until they are JUST done, no more than that.  After that, you load the chicken breasts into a 9X13 glass pan, pile them up with marinara and cheese (I use that 4 cheese Italian pre-grated blend, also lazy)

and bake them until the cheese is really melted and a little brown on top, maybe 10 minutes?  Since I’m on that stupid diet, I didn’t make the pot of pasta I’d usually throw under the chicken before I served it, I just made green beans instead.  And you know what?

It kicked ASS.  See all Lotus’ Weekly Winners here, and all the Super Saturday Suppers recipes here.

You guys have, what, two weeks before Thanksgiving? Better go get some Stove Top before it’s all sold out, yo. And hey!  You still have a week to enter the little recipe contest going on over here. Prizes yet to be determined. (Read: we’ll see how much Daddio lets me spend on stuff for other people.)

Deadline: The Saturday before American Thanksgiving, whenever the hell that is.

Rules: The best things come to those who cheat.

So, yeah.  Thanksgiving was awesome, mostly because I had some help.  Some seriously awesome help.

I’m supposed to at the store right now, buying turkey for Thanksgiving on Monday.  Except that I totally forgot that my darling daughter climbed into the car the other day and turned on EVERY BUTTON in the car.  Guess who has no battery?  Guess who’s husband is 30 minutes away at work until 2 this morning?

So I could clean (and god knows, I should) but I’m all sorts of pissed at the world about the car thing, so screw it.  Internet therapy for me!

We’re having 7 adults and ohmygodalotofkids over for Thanksgiving this year.  And that I have 7 friends and ohmygodalotofkids to spend the holidays with is the one single thing I am thankful for this year.  Finally, I moved into Canada.  Ahhh.

As promised, the entire menu with complete recipes follows after the jump.  This year, I’m getting over my control freak issues taking it easy and letting guests bring dishes, so it’s just the bare bones, meat and potatoes menu.  All of it easy, all of it delicious.  Enjoy, and feel free to steal!

(PS: The recipe contest is still open for entries!)

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In Canada, we have all the same holidays as in America (except MLK day), but sometimes they’re just called something else.  We have Canada Day, you have 4th of July.  We have Victoria Day (wtf?), you have Memorial Day.  We have Christmas AND Boxing Day (woo hoo!) you have Christmas by itself (sucks to be you).  The big difference, though, is Thanksgiving.  Oh, we have it, too, we just have it at a reasonable time.  You have it 5 weeks before Christmas, we have it 2 1/2 months before.

This?  Rocks.  Our Thanksgiving is in 9 days.  See Mr Lady giggle with excitement.  Giggle Mr Lady, giggle.

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Super Saturday Supper post, because I got lazy and boring when school started, that’s why.  Back off, hoser.  But I am fully intent on resurrecting it next Saturday to post my annual Full Thanksgiving Menu With Recipes post that only takes me 30 minutes longer to type than the entire fucking menu took to cook.  So I have that going for me, which is nice.

However, a handful of people may recall that I attempted a little holiday recipe contest last October, which Mr The Retropolitan won with his painfully delicious Mexican Chili recipe.  I thought it might be fun to bring that back that back from the dead today, too.  Maybe make it an annual tradition or something.  And maybe I’ll actually mail out the prize this time (sorry about that, Retro.  It’s wrapped really pretty and still in my closet, though.  I swear I’ll mail it; maybe for your birthday?)

So, just like last year, leave in the comments or post on your own blog your favorite holiday recipe.  I’m not looking for fancy, just yummy.  It could be Halloween punch, or an appetizer, or whatever.  My favorite recipe gets eaten and posted on my blog, and I’ll go buy you an awesome kitcheny prize that I will probably wait an entire calendar year to mail to you, because I suck.

Feel free to steal this for your sidebar. Just take out the brackets.

[a href="]http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com/2008/10/04/recipe-contest/” target=”_blank["> img src="]http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k9/shanbrentris/Easy-Bake160.jpg” border=”0″ alt=”Mr Lady’s Holiday Recipe Contest[">/a]

Deadline: American Thanksgiving, whenever the hell that is.

Rules:  The best things come to those who cheat.