Wednesday, friends, I was feeling pretty good. I was very busy, running from the moment I woke up until the moment I threw my dirty kids in bed (no showers for this brood; we were too tired. Don’t judge). But more importantly, I wore actual big girl grown up clothes. Nary a spandex workout item in sight, I dressed with intention and I was proud of the results. Throwing on some cute jeans, a tank and an adorable new kimono I got at Target (holla!) I was feeling put together and ready to roll.
So, maybe I got a little prideful. I felt good. Not because I felt I looked smashing, mind you, I’m old enough to realize that ship has sailed. But because I tried and maybe I nailed it. Or at least came close. So my head got a little big and I walked with maybe a bit more swag than usual. I went from doctors appointment to bible study to doctors appointment. I ran through school drop off and pick up like a champ, feeling unstoppable in my awesomeness.
And then I got home.
Y’all…..remember that adorable kimono? How great it was?
Do you how much greater it was when I realized that it was TUCKED.ALL.THE.WAY.UP.INTO.THE.BACK.OF.MY.PANTS?
Do you know how awesome it is that I have no idea how long it had been like that? The whole day? Hours? Who knows? How many people were exposed to my awesomeness is a great mystery.
(And let me sidebar for a moment….if you’re my friend, and you saw me Wednesday and noticed that I was all business in the front, hot mess in the back but didn’t tell me, you’re dead to me. Seriously. We’re through).
Hello humility. Goodbye Pride.
Isn’t that how life is, though? The moment you think to yourself “man, I am KILLING it today,” God has something in store for you. All of my most memorable OMG moments, the moments where I made a total and utter fool of myself in some alarmingly public way, they ALL come right on the heels of a moment where I am prideful, vain, and downright smug.
That one day back in college where I went to class in something other than pajamas, feeling adorably cute in my baby doll dress, doc marteens and brown lipstick (oh 1997, you slay me). Also the day that I slipped down the stairs walking to the student union and butt bumped all the way to the bottom in front of a entire table of sorority girls trying to recruit. You’ll be shocked to know that I did NOT get a bid from them. 
That afternoon in New York, walking home from work, a Mary Tyler Moore/Sarah Jessica Parker hybrid feeling cute, outfit on point, and fabulous? Also the day that I fell on my face in the middle of Madison Avenue rush hour traffic launching my purse and all of its contents into multiple lanes of traffic and inexplicably losing a shoe.
That one time I sat on my sweet friend Katie’s couch, explaining to her with sheer smugness that I felt pretty proud of the fact that I had it all together. I didn’t understand how other moms struggled to get dressed and throw some make up on in the morning. If I can do it with 3 kids, surely anyone can. And she gently, lovingly, glanced down at my feet and said “Meaghan, you do realize your socks don’t match, right? Like, AT ALL?”
Humbled.
Maybe I have a bit more humbling to do than most. I admit this. It’s a family joke that I was born with the McCann ego. It takes a lot to bring me down; for the most part I think I am pretty alright. So maybe that’s why my humbling moments have to be dramatic. And humiliating. And retrospectively hilarious. And I’m not saying that God himself made me trip and fall in traffic, please don’t misunderstand me. What I’m saying is that my pride has a tendency to blind me, to make me more susceptible to moments of wildly entertaining downfall. And I think we all have this issue to one extent or another. We all let pride get in the way. We all let pride make us think we’re better than we really are from time to time.
And when this happens, God is probably going to do his best to remind you that we’re really not. And that’s ok. Because He really is. And if you let Him take the reigns, when you, say, fall down the stairs in front of an entire group of well-dressed college girls, it doesn’t feel as bad. Because He’s got this. He’s got it all.
So learn to laugh at yourself. Dramatically recreate your misadventure for groups of people. I promise, it will take the sting out of the humiliation and endear you to many. Don’t take it too seriously. If we were all perfect all of the time there would be no need for grace.
And grace is pretty awesome.
So in honor of my ridiculousness, I’m making tacquitos inspired by Gwenyth Paltrow. Because if there was ever a woman who flat out would not be caught dead with her kimono tucked into her pants, it’s her. I love her. I aspire to be her. I mean, she’s perfect and she cooks? Shoot. I changed it up a bit and added some more heat, because we like ours spicy but the base recipe is from her cookbook It’s All Easy , which I highly recommend. Feel free to play with it, they are easy to customize. They also make a ton so you’ll have lunches and dinners for a eons* and they’re perfect with Roasted Tomatillo Salsa (recipe here). Enjoy!
*not an accurate timeframe*
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Chicken and Black Bean Taquitos
Ingredients
- 1 cup finely chopped cooked chicken
- 1 15 ounce can black beans, rinsed and drained
- 2 cups finely shredded Mexican cheese blend
- 1/2 white onion, diced
- 1 jalapeno, seeds removed, finely chopped
- 1/4 cup chopped cilantro
- 1 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1/2 teaspoon chili powder
- 20 corn tortillas
Directions
- Step 1 Preheat oven to 400 and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
- Step 2 In a large bowl combine all ingredients (except tortillas) and thoroughly combine.
- Step 3 Heat a drizzle of oil in a small skillet and lightly toast each tortilla until pliable (this will seem like it’s taking forever. Keep going).
- Step 4 Fill each tortilla with about 3 tablespoons filling and roll up, placing seam side down on the baking sheet.
- Step 5 Bake for about 20 minutes or until golden and heated through.
- Step 6 Serve with salsa, guac and sour cream.
- Step 7 Can be refrigerated and reheated but it’s best to do it in the oven. Microwaves make them gross.
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Great recipe! I think this might be one my whole family enjoys!
Definitely! If you have littles it may be wise to cut down on the jalapeno if they’re sensitive to heat. But they’re delicious with or without!
Haha… I can relate to the MTM/SATC channeling disaster! Always seems to be when I’m feeling especially cute that I do something completely clumsy and awkward. 🙂 And the taquitos… love that they’re such a customizable snack – perfect for game day!
Absolutely! When I think I like my finest, I might as well just fall purposely because it’s bound to happen anyway! Enjoy the taquitos!
Hahahaha oh my gosh, the kimono. I’ve totally done something like that more than once! These taquitos sound sooooo good!
Makes me feel better to know I’m not alone. And let’s just say I’m grateful that I chose to wear pants that day! <3
These sound simple and delicious! Thanks for sharing!
These taquitos look really yummy. I definitely need to make some of these. Thanks for sharing your recipe. Quick question, do you know any good homemade dip recipes I can include with this?
Thanks! We like them with salsa for dipping. Check out https://beautyfromburnttoast.com/roasted-salsa-two-ways/ for the recipe we use. They’re also good with guac and sour cream. Let me know how you like them!