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I feel like everyone is in need of a good, quick and easy dinner.

We are in that final week before the holiday craziness that is Thanksgiving begins, and let’s be honest, as much as we all love thinking about Thanksgiving and what we’ll be making/eating (or maybe that’s just me), we also HAVE to eat in the meantime. <–whoa, crazy run on sentence…my grammar is highly embarrassing.

So that clearly means we need easy meals. Life is busy and easy meals are where it’s at right now. I mean, right?!?

No really, life is so busy and for someone who does not know how to use the word NO it’s exceptionally busy. Especially during this special, most awesome time of year. I love it and hate it at the same time.

UGH. The life of a yes, yes, yes, new idea, yes, person. <– that’s me.

But also, I think I would go insane if I wasn’t doing something like ALL the time. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself. I also keep telling myself that if there’s one new goal that I make super important for myself it’s getting enough sleep…unfortunately…not doing so hot on this task. Oops! I am trying (well not really), but sometimes I lay in bed and my brain just won’t turn off. I think about recipes, photos, tasks to do, comments, emails (ugh) and new ideas. I have decided I have some serious issues.

I am only twenty-flippin-two. What twenty-two year old thinks this way? Or even thinks this much?

I wonder…

Also, I think I might be at my most creative/imaginative peak during the months of November + December. My brain just wanders like a like a little kid. Thinking up one holiday thing after another.

It’s actually stressing me out that I don’t have enough time do all the fun things I have come up with.

Again, weirdo issues here for sure.

Double also, my dad told me the other day that this time of year is really hard for some people. I could not believe this. Sorry if I am being insensitive to anyone, it’s just that this is the happiest two months of the year for me. NO JOKE.

Wow, I am such a dork. I should probably not be allowed to ramble like this. I better talk about this Crockpot Honey Harissa Chicken already before I loose you guys for good!

Wait, did I lose you?!? HOLD ON.

We have a serious chicken dinner situation that needs to be discussed.

This chicken here?? it’s the best! It’s so simple and easy… and so flavorful… even pretty dang healthy too! Yeah, fist pump! Wow, my dorkiness is really shining through today like no other!

Here’s the deal. You add everything to the crockpot (well not the ingredients for the rice), cover and cook on low and slow until you are ready for dinner. The chicken is spicy, but sweet and tangy too, which you all know is one of my all time favorite combos. It’s a mix of Moroccan, Indian and then a little Tieghan…oh wait, that’s not a flavor. Hmm, maybe I should make it one, like a Tieghan’s Spice??

Nah, that’s just too weird, even for me.

Point is, this chicken is awesome and I really hope you make it… like this week or next, the sooner the better.

AND of course, don’t forget the rice cause… CARBS. You really can’t live without carbs. Or maybe YOU can, but I can’t. My mom taught me to embrace them. Especially carbs in the form of rice, pasta and bread. This rice in particular is one of my favorites…obviously. You guys know how obsessed I am with pomegranates. I do think they are one of my favorite fruits. I even find de-seeding them soothing, I think it calms me.

And now I am done. Hoping all this weirdness going on with my thoughts today will be gone tomorrow. I blame it all on Monday. <–Always blame Monday, duh.

And then make this Crockpot Harissa Chicken with pretty jeweled pomegranate rice. It will make everything all good again!

But really, this chicken? that rice? it’s everything Monday (or any day) NEEDS – trust me!

P.S. Sorry if this post made you want to pull your hair out. Tomorrow I have chocolate to share so I should be on my A game – COOL. And maybe tomorrow we’ll chat about my little brother, and him not being able to make a grilled cheese at fifteen. Pampered much? I think so. Am I jealous? Possibly.