Softball is Here: Which Means We're Hungry

Thursday officially kicked off softball practice.  Being the super organized person that I am, I forgot to move Popcorn's gymnastics, so we missed the first thirty minutes of softball practice...

Guess what?  Brent gets to coach their team.  Here's how that went down:  Two weeks before practices were set to begin, the director of the league called and asked him if our kids planned to play.  When he answered in the affirmative (the deadline to register was two days away), she replied, "Great!  You can coach the twelve and under team!"

And thus he was Bookworm's coach.

And then I began to whine and complain that having two girls on two different teams was just impossible, and therefore I MUST stop working IMMEDIATELY!

And then one of my coworkers had the audacity it ask how quitting work would help the situation since softball practice and games are all in the evenings or Saturdays.

Needless to say, I threw my coffee in his face and walked off....

(Okay, that last part didn't really happen)

Alas, I'm still gainfully employed.   But God answered my prayer in the sense that Popcorn absolutely refused to play if her dad couldn't coach her too...Even if it meant playing with girls two years older than her.

So I gave a big "HOORAY!"  And I'm officially not responsible for one single portion of softball, other than attending games!  Go ahead, congratulate me on my sheer luck in such matters.

ANYHOO, the point is that Thursday I had to pick the girls up from school, run Popcorn to gymnastics, then to softball, and I knew from past experience that they would come home weeping with hunger.  Especially considering Popcorn finished her school day with a very intense PE class where they did a boot camp type of workout, then did a forty minute bike ride with me before jumping in the car to head to gymnastics where she goes nonstop for an hour, then went to softball...

So, on my way home from work I was chatting with my Grandma Irene, and we were discussing what I could throw in the crock pot to cook until we walked in the door who knows when...

Grandma is good at many, many things, but crock pots are a foreign idea for her.  Therefore, I get to claim total credit for this bit of loveliness.  I haven't decided what to call it.

Cut up cooked chicken breast (Brent had grilled some bourbon chicken earlier in the week)
1 can Ranch Style beans, with most of liquid drained
1 can chopped green chiles
1 can cream of chicken
1 cup of wild rice
1 cup of water
Generously sprinkle with pinto bean seasoning (or taco, or fajita, whatever you want)
Shredded cheddar cheese

Stir all together and turn crock pot to low for 3 hours.   Bookworm sprinkled it with cheddar cheese about an hour before we ate it...

I ended up leaving practice as soon as it was over, but Brent and the girls stayed behind to do the social meet and greet.  Since I knew I had at least ten minutes, I whipped up some salsa to be served with it.

 
I may or may not have eaten entirely TOO MUCH of that before they got home.

So, what shall I call my newest crock pot creation?  And when do you plan to try it?  I promise you will love it.  Bookworm doesn't like rice.  However, on her FOURTH serving, I pointed out that it had rice in it...She was surprised, but still loved it.  Let me know how it works for you!