Food, Recipes

I Heart Halibut

I’ve never been a huge fan of white fish. It was always my opinion that if it’s not salmon or steel head, why bother? You see, I was born in Alaska. Both sides of my family are from there (mostly in Anchorage and Juneau), so seafood has always been a favorite in my family.

On Christmas Eve, my family has a seafood feast, a tradition that I’m glad I can still participate in even with my new pescatarian lifestyle. We usually have salmon, prawns, crab, crab-stuffed potatoes, scallops and shrimp salad. And we only get the very best.

That being said, we don’t usually go for halibut, cod or catfish. But my mind has been changed on the subject of halibut, as I’ve recently discovered that it can be quite the tasty little meal when you have the right attitude…and the right marinade.

I had never made halibut on my own until recently, but I had been wanting to try a simple marinade recipe that my brother Stephen used when he grilled us up some halibut fillets from his fishing trip in Alaska this past June (never mind the dates on the photos).

The fish was 5 feet long and 105 pounds (not to mention tasty, and lean). Stephen told me he felt a strange connection to his fish, stating that it “fed me well.” I asked him what he meant by that. “Like the Na’vi?” I said excitedly. “Kinda like that, yeah,” He replied and laughed.

Before eating his catch, I was under the impression that halibut was bland and tasteless. But I cannot for the life of me stop fantasizing about that flaky white fish swimming in that sweet, salty brown sauce. So I took home a fillet and decided to try making it on my own so I could have another delicious source of protein.

The marinading process was a frightening and stressful thought to me at first. I frantically and aimlessly milled around my kitchen, blurting out a string of questions. How long do you marinade halibut? What if I’m not grilling halibut? What if I’m baking halibut? What do I stir it with? Do I cover it with something while it marinades? Do I flip it in the pan? Why!?

Luckily, I had my friends to console and reassure me.

I would really like to emphasize the importance of getting wild, fresh fish. In my opinion it tastes better,  and is leaner than farmed fish. But read This or That: Wild vs. Farmed Fish as a guide to the pros and cons of each. (Apparently it’s not as cut and dry as I thought, environmentally speaking).

Wild fish is one of the better lean proteins, so your main dish is already going to be low in fat, but cook-up some green beans and a yam on the side, and you’ve got yourself one hell of a tasty (and lean) meal. The next thing on my list is to marinade my salmon fillet in a puddle of this stuff.

Baked Halibut in Brown Sugar and Soy Sauce Marinade

Adapted from Barbecue Halibut Steaks by Duane Glende

I doubled the original marinade recipe because my particular halibut fillet was quite large…plus I wanted to make sure my fish had enough sauce. The original recipe is for grilling halibut, but I don’t know how to use a grill yet, so I baked mine at 400 degrees. Also, the cooking time is kind of sketchy, as it depends on the thickness of your fillet. I’ve heard that you should bake for “ten minutes per inch of thickness in a hot oven (this means 400 degrees or more)”. Take that as you will.

  • 4 tablespoons butter or margarine
  • 4 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 tablespoon lemon juice
  • 4 teaspoons soy sauce
  • 1 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 1 (1 pound) halibut fillet with NO skin
  1. Preheat the oven at 400 degrees, with the rack placed at the center position.
  2. Soften butter or margarine in the microwave.
  3. Place butter or margarine, brown sugar, minced garlic, lemon juice, soy sauce, and black pepper in a glass baking pan large enough for your halibut. Stir mixture until all sugar lumps disappear.
  4. Place halibut in pan, and brush thoroughly with brown sugar sauce.
  5. Cover the pan with Saran wrap, with the wrap touching the fish (you want to minimize the air in the pan).
  6. Place pan in fridge and let marinade for at least 3 hours. Flip the halibut over and brush with more sauce at the halfway point.
  7. Bake Halibut for 15-20 minutes, flipping it over and re-basting at the halfway point. Fish will be flaky, but not dry.

I’ve found that this recipe goes great with green beans and a yam. After all this waiting for the marinade and the baking, you probably won’t want to put a whole lot of effort into side dishes. But you can make these while the fish is in the oven:

Easy Green Beans

Season these beans however you want. Hell, as long as you have the lemon juice handy, sprinkle some of that on there!

  • 1/2 pound fresh green beans
  • olive oil
  • garlic salt
  1. Snap the stems off the end of the green beans
  2. Boil beans in a medium-sized pot of water for 5 minutes. Strain.
  3. Place boiled green beans in a medium-sized frying pan. Drizzle with olive oil, and sprinkle lightly with garlic salt and pepper.
  4. Cook over medium-low until green beans are tender, but still firm (about 5 minutes). Do not overcook.

Yummy Yam


This is just about the easiest recipe I will ever write down, because you basically just stick it in the microwave. It’s just like a baked potato! But here it is anyway:

  • 1 yam
  • butter or margarine
  • brown sugar
  1. Stab the yam a few times with a fork.
  2. Put it in the microwave and press the “Baked Potato” button.
  3. Yam will be done when you can stick a fork in it and pull it out with ease (just like a baked potato).
  4. Open the yam up and mash some butter or buttery spread in there. sprinkle a little brown sugar on top and voila!

I usually try to do this process so that all three elements are ready at the same time.


Food, Mind and Body, Weightloss

I must be honest

Salmon salad sandwich and strawberry lunch

I have very recently received a lot of Facebook messages, text messages, and comments about the blog posted directly below. I must emphasize how much I appreciate all of the feedback and praise for sharing my story. I REALLY do take everything you guys say to heart.

However, I also must be honest about why I’m writing this post.

I cannot stand to see that atrocious photo of me smoking hookah in that tragically corpulent state every time I arrive at my homepage! I am such a different person from the girl in that photo that I can hardly stand to look at her and think of how  I was buried somewhere deep (very deep) inside. It’s just very painful to look at. I am more than slightly aware that in a couple months I could be looking at photos of me from today and be thinking similar thoughts. But what if there is a newcomer to my page and that is the first photo they see? I don’t think anyone wants that. So I decided that I needed to post something else to occupy the top of my homepage so that I (and everyone else) could be saved from having to view that photo as their introduction to me and my blog.

To sum-up, this post will not be very beneficial to read and I’m sorry for that. I’m currently working on a draft and it will be up soon. But until then, I thought everyone could use something a bit more easy on the eyes. So here’s a sandwich I made semi-recently.

Again, thank you for all your wonderful comments!



Health, Mind and Body, Weightloss

No Moore substance abuse

Fat me, smoking hookah (and God knows what else).

In a room packed with frisky 20-something-year-olds, all gripping their glasses, I stand composed as I survey the silliness of the scenario. A cloud of smoke hovers over the heads of my peers as they holler nonsensical jargon across the foot-long distances between one another. Unlike my sweaty, sloppy and mentally impaired peers, I am completely content in my state of sobriety.

It may come as a shock to many that I can have a good time in college without the assistance of drugs or alcohol. I have never been much of a drinker, but even less so over the past couple years.

Of course, my substance of choice was always marijuana—weed. Its ability to lighten emotions and create illusions of revelation was the only reason my friends and I thought I was happy at 18 years of age and 238 pounds. Although many describe marijuana as a “non-addictive drug,” it was a much more difficult to forgo than alcohol.

The first time I smoked pot was when I was 17 years old. Sheer boredom and curiosity was my inspiration to make my first illegal purchase. I wanted to see if I was immune to the substance’s effect, and if not, what it felt like. Five of my close friends and I sat in a circle on my bedroom floor. Two of them were more experienced and gave instructions as we struggled confusedly to light and inhale the bud from a pierced aluminum pop can. The process seemed complicated at the time, but I didn’t expect to become such a pro at the art of toking.

Although I didn’t achieve a high after my first try, I decided to give it another shot before I graduated high school. It was after the second time that I discovered how much I loved being high. I felt giddy, joyous, and completely riveted about every thought that entered my mind during my altered state. It was as if I had discovered a sort of magic in one of earth’s most condemned substances. To me, the magic was in the fact that just by simply smoking a herb I could remove all my negative emotions and replace them with incessant revelations that mimicked a love for life.

And I was particularly desperate for this illusion of happiness coming out of my senior year of high school.

Due to a series of unfortunate, self esteem-attacking events, I steadily packed on the pounds after volleyball season. As my weight number surged closer and closer to the 200s, my self-image really began to plummet. And as I dabbled in the beginning stages of getting high, the amount of sitting and eating increased even further. But because my hometown of Canby, OR wasn’t nearly as conducive to buying marijuana as Eugene is, I managed (somewhat) to maintain a weight of about 198 pounds.

I didn’t have to put out any effort to find weed my first night at college. Weed found me. Just about every girl on my floor in the dorms had mentioned that they were going to smoke later that night. Just by walking around campus I heard countless students prattling on about their plans to get high and/or drunk that evening. It seemed as if everyone around me was in on some premeditated plot to rebel against the establishment with drug and alcohol use the minute that college began.

Needless to say, I made a lot of friends in my dorm who also smoked pot. After about a week of college, I had found a stable dealer and settled in to a daily pot-smoking routine. Every night around 11 o’clock my friends and I would find a place to smoke. The group with which I smoked constantly varied. Sometimes it was just my two closest girl friends and I. Other times it was a few guy friends from the floor below me. Because smoking in the dorms was out of the question, I got into the steady habit of driving to park somewhere off campus, and then ‘hot boxing’ my car. Ironically, this solution seemed like the safest option. Of course, ‘safe’ to my friends and I meant a lower risk of getting caught.

I also feared my ‘safety’ in terms of my mother finding out I had been spending a lot of money on marijuana. I figured she also wouldn’t be ecstatic about my skipping class regularly due to the fact that I was consistently staying up until 6 in the morning, and sleeping until 5 in the evening. But I knew she wouldn’t understand that smoking weed had become my only portal through which I could allow my true self to shine. I just couldn’t see another way of coping with my depreciating sense of self-worth. I hated w hat I saw when I looked in the mirror, so I used escapism to forget and alter what I truly thought of myself.

Still, everyone loved me when I was high. I was hilarious, confident and deeply insightful. Although people have always thought I was funny, I felt that everyone liked me more when I was high. Perhaps this was because my real true self was suppressed when I was sober because I subconsciously restricted who I was at the time. Although my highs may have created the illusion that I was happy, carefree, and self-assured, I was really a very depressed (and just VERY fat) person when that little baggie ran out.

This photo captures me at my maximum size, just about bursting at the seams.

By spring term, my weight reached an all time high of 238 pounds, (the highest that I know of anyway). It was an unsightly and unfortunate progression that was punctuated by late night munchie binges and a stubbornness to stay stationary in my oh-so-frequent stupor.

After my rock-bottom freshman year, I’d finally had enough self loathing. I decided to make a drastic lifestyle change; I was going to lose the weight. And I did! On June 1st, 2007 I followed through on my plan to get healthier. I stopped eating unhealthy foods, and began working out at least four times a week. By September I had lost forty pounds and counting. My friends were ecstatic, and impressed by my weight loss and newly found confidence. I was becoming a completely different person.

Killing a spider after losing about 40 lbs.

As I continued with my weight loss into my sophomore year, I continued smoking pot regularly. Sometimes I would smoke a bowl and stupidly workout while high. My friends were unable to keep up with my pot-smoking schedule, which sometimes required two to three sessions per day, so I usually smoked alone.

My highs had changed from enthralling and fun to sleepy and barely present.  Instead of having lively interactions with my friends, I would instead sit on my computer and surf the Internet in a trance. My highs were no longer a fun or happy escape from real life; they had become my sad reality. High had become my normalcy. I was also noticing that smoking was limiting my ability to reach my fitness goals. My lungs were getting the wear and tear that I always feared they would.

To switch up my routine and cut back on smoking, I dabbled in drinking culture just a bit to see what all the fuss was about. I took shots as if I were smoking bowls: frequent, incessant, and quick. My drinking experience can be summed up by a lack of self-control, which led to a few miserable nights of puking, an alcohol poisoning scare, and a discovery that binge drinking is not worth the consequences.

After I got in to a serious relationship with someone who didn’t think he could date a smoker (of anything), I decided to try to quit smoking cold turkey. To the almost-detriment of my new relationship, I relapsed a couple of times, had literally been playing with fire, and then lied about it. After relapsing, I discovered how difficult it was for me to imagine not getting high anymore. It was then that I realized I had an addiction to the supposedly ‘non-addictive’ drug, marijuana, just like I had been addicted to food.

Although spending time with my boyfriend made me infinitely happier than being high did, I felt out of place and awkward in social settings. I had to re-teach myself how to have fun and be myself without the crutch of drugs and alcohol. It was a strange idea to me at the time because none of my friends did anything for fun (Wednesday through Saturday) that didn’t involve inebriating themselves.

Many of my friends were perplexed, disappointed, and even angry about my decision to stop using substances.

A group of my closest girl friends hovered over me with concerned expressions as I shamefully wiped tears away with my T-shirt. My first relapse with smoking had caused an issue in my relationship, and I was devastated over how to handle it.  One of my girlfriends sat on my bed with me as I cried into my hands. With a concerned voice she said that I “wasn’t being myself,” and was changing who I was for my boyfriend. Statements like these further verified the fact that I had defined myself by my excessive drug use. (I would just like to add how appreciative I am that I have a partner who refuses to stand by and watch me engage in unhealthy, even damaging behavior.)

Throughout my sophomore and junior year in college, my friends continued to pressure me to smoke weed and drink alcohol, even knowing that I associated smoking pot with my deteriorating mental and physical health. I was constantly aware of my friends’ wishes for me to engage in their stereotypically college activities.

I haven’t smoked pot in over two years now, and I have no intentions of starting up again. When I stopped smoking I gave up all my unhealthy habits, and enabled myself to lose a grand total of 70 pounds. Although two years have passed since I last smoked pot, some of my friends still vocally encourage me to relapse and give up my healthy habits.

Me in Hawaii this past Winter 🙂

The fact that I don’t drink in party scenes confuses people and provokes them to quiz me on my reasons. I’ll have a drink on the rare occasion that I enjoy the taste, but I don’t drink to get drunk anymore. Why would I consume a beverage high in calories if I don’t even enjoy the taste? I think it’s hard for many people to understand that getting drunk is not the epitome of a good time for me. When I’m asked why I don’t drink, I don’t usually go too far into elaborating because there are too many reasons to verbally list off.

  • I detest the taste of most alcoholic beverages.
  • I also don’t find the experience of being ‘wasted’ very enjoyable.
  • Drinking alcohol is a waste of empty calories, especially since they’re not pleasant to consume.
  • I hate being disabled from driving.
  • Drunk people are unattractive and annoying to be around. Those aren’t qualities I’d like to acquire.
  • Every time I’ve awakened from a drunken sleep, I have instantly regretted my actions.

I don’t want to use alcohol the way I used to use pot: my only source of fun and happiness. My decisions to not drink and smoke are not a statement of judgment toward other people, but rather a reflection of my own negative personal experiences. Substances remind me of my pathetic and desperate need for escapism to be happy. But I just plain don’t need them anymore! The use of drugs and alcohol are not conducive to weight loss and fitness. That being said, I’m glad that I experienced what rock-bottom feels like, because I am now the person I am today. Without hitting rock-bottom, I may have continued to be moderately overweight for the rest of my life. I cringe at the thought.

Without the prevalence of these substances in my life, I am the healthiest and happiest I have ever been. But I’m not stopping there.

Exercise, Uncategorized, Weightloss

Motivation via manipulation

Photos by Ryan Mowery

After more than a month of making unpleasant adjustments to your new fitness plan, you are starting to see obvious differences when you look in the mirror. A standard running distance for you is now a solid 2 miles, but you could probably keep going. Eating only healthy meals and snacking smart isn’t just easy, it’s second nature. You can’t help but agree when your family and friends tilt their heads in admiration as they acknowledge your slimmer shape.

Congratulations! You (like me) have achieved the funnest part about losing weight and getting fit. Let’s bask in it and perpetuate, shall we?

You should really take a moment to fully appreciate that your body and mind have made themselves comfortable in a marvelous and pain-free stage of the plan. At this stage of the game, fear, suffering, and laziness cease to exist. Even better that motivation, confidence and energy have taken their place and seem to be thriving.

I credit my own arrival at this place to my own dedication and ‘can’t stop won’t stop’ attitude.  But I also need to give thanks to all the tricks that got me through the dark place I was in throughout the first couple weeks of June.

I put on a good face, but as expected, June was rough. All I wanted to do was feed myself bad things like tortilla chips and french fries. If we’re being honest here (and I really think we are), there were a small handful of times that I cheated. I’m not proud of myself, but I must own up to this fact in writing. When cheating happens, it’s natural to want to give up on the whole ‘working out thing’ altogether. It can get out of hand. What I’m talking about is this mentality: “well I already messed up this whole day, so I may as well just not workout and start over tomorrow.”

But thankfully, I have plenty of little maneuvers in my bag of tricks that assist me in fooling, forcing, and sometimes guilt tripping myself  into exercising.   They’re not really tricks so much as they are blatant manipulation of the mind. Now I am aware that these tricks probably won’t work for everyone, but they certainly work for me. To develop your own self-motivating tricks, one must have a solid understanding of one’s own mind. Try these ones until you figure out your own tactics.  And when you do, please share them with me!

Vocalize it!

The next time you update your Facebook status or tell someone your plans for the day, make your exercise plans known. Say, “I’m going to the gym,” or “I think I’m going to go for a run.”  This will hold you accountable and reaffirm your plans to exercise while making you believe your own words. You have already decided you are going to workout, and have now made it public knowledge, so you better follow through!

Play dress up

Even if you’re loathing the workout, take the first step and put on your sports bra, workout clothes and tennis shoes. (Sometimes I even set out my clothes ahead of time to persuade me to put it all on. Tricky tricky!) Once you’ve put all this effort into changing your clothes, you will feel far too foolish taking it all off with that pathetic look of failure on your face. Now that you’re in the clothes, working out doesn’t seem like such a huge task, huh? Your brain goes from thinking you might not workout, to thinking that you must be since you’re suddenly strapped into the sports bra.

Wait out the weigh in

Wait a month between weigh-ins. This is one of the best ways to keep you motivated in the long term because you’ll see a bigger amount of pounds come off, and seeing that loss will keep you motivated for the next 30 days. This will, in turn, help you lose even more weight because you’ll stick with it. Eventually, your monthly weight loss will become less drastic, but this just means that you are in better shape, so you need to crank up the intensity on your workout regimen. The best part? You can handle a tough workout because you’re strong and physically fit.

Food, Weightloss

Calmly taste the cake.

It’s easy to become confused by holidays and special occasions. All that joyfulness and family time can put a big fat fog over your skinny vision. My fourth of July weekend did not include ice cream, BBQ ribs, elephant ears or cheeseburgers, but it was made even more confusing than normal after I watched Food Inc.

Fourth of July at the Blues Festival in Portland

I’ll just come out and say it: on the evening of July 3rd I became a Pescatarian. There are various reasons for this decision that I won’t elaborate on. I’ll just say that some are environmental, some are health-related, some are political and some are moral. But what’s relevant is that this added restriction more than mildly intensified my frustrations with food on July 4th. Not only was I taking sweet and fattening food off the table, but chicken and turkey were now also against the rules. Some way or another, I managed to end my mental suffering with a vegetarian plate of pan-fried noodles (I’m aware of what’s wrong here), and a bunch of watermelon.

The elephant ear was by far the most difficult to resist. I became wild with deliberation as I forced my friend Ryan O’quinn to look up the nutritional content on his smart phone. Remembering my earlier mishap with a three-foot long bag of kettle corn that my mother had provided that day, I decided against it. For the most part, I escaped the holiday’s enticing food stands, and opted for less fattening Independence Day treats like watermelon, fat-free Italian ice, and strawberry shortcake. But it wasn’t easy.

The holiday spirit is an evil fat man who will rudely try to make you forget about your goals. This Christmas I’m sure he’ll say that a few extra pieces of fudge are worth 2 or 3 pounds. On Halloween I expect he will offer weak excuses to swiftly but secretly scarf down the leftovers from the candy bowl. But you must pull yourself together and remember that he is a big fat liar!

Liar or not, the fat man makes a valid point: it is unavoidable that these treats will taste good. Very good. This is something you should say out loud and accept. But the beauty of it is that that’s all there is! It will taste good,  you will eat it, and then it will be gone. History has shown that you will then want to  eat even more, and will probably proceed to stuff your face until you are overcome with self hatred and regret. (Sometimes I play this  scenario out in my head as if to remind myself of the unfortunate end result.) The truth is that you will feel equally as satisfied after eating two bites as you would if you ate two servings.

This is why I think it’s good to taste things, but not to eat entire servings…or, in some cases, entire cakes. So this is what the book, Naturally Thin: Unleash Your SkinnyGirl and Free Yourself From a Lifetime of Dieting was desperately trying to instill in me! The author, Bethenny Frankel, preaches that obsessing over dieting mistakes and feeling guilty afterward is at the root of many women’s weight problems.

People are naturally thin because they are conscious of what they eat, their portion sizes, and their activity levels. When they eat a piece of cake, they don’t dwell on it for 24 hours, because they made a conscious–and composed decision to eat the cake. And after they’ve eaten the cake, they proceed with their healthy lives by exercising and eating just as they were before the cake. Ever notice how the thin girls at a Birthday party always ask for a small piece of cake rather than a normal one? That’s because they know they don’t need to have a big piece of cake to enjoy the taste.

In realizing this, I decided to taste the Birthday cake at my boyfriend’s Birthday party this June. I asked for the “teensiest tiny little piece,” which was actually more than I needed. It ended up being about 3 bites. Yes, of course the cake was good, but it wasn’t the best damn cake in the world. It was somehow very clear at that moment that it was not the last piece of cake I was ever going to have in my life, so I just tasted it, calmly. And it tasted good, but not so good that it was worth obsessing over for as long as I did.

I had built up the experience of having the fluffy and yet moist bite of cream cheese-covered cake in my mouth so much, that when it came to actually eating it, I was (dare I say it) disappointed. And this may be the most pathetic part of it all: my food fantasies surpass the food reality.

As it turns out, there is no need for desperation.  Allowing yourself small tastes can be a good thing when you realize that deprivation can lead to relentless cravings later on, causing you to spin into a psychotic and irrevocable binge that will ultimately lead to your demise. I think we can all recall this occurring at one time or another.

It only makes things worse when you drive yourself up the wall wondering what the hell the cake tastes like. Although cake is definitely against the rules, I will allow a bite or two if it will prevent me from flying off the handle. So once in a while you should allow yourself a taste. It’s probable that in doing so,  you will only solidify how NOT worth the calories it is.

Food, Recipes

Everyone likes a kebab

I think we can all agree kebabs are great. Everyone likes a well-built kebab. Not only are they fun to eat, but I’ve recently discovered that they’re fun to make as well. There’s definitely an art to it and you can get quite creative.

The other day my friend Juliane, whom I often cook dinner with, came over so we could make kebabs from a recipe she ripped out of this June’s issue of Women’s Health magazine. She had made these kebabs once before for a graduation party, but they were so good we had to make them again. They consist of your choice of protein, fruits, vegetables, and a marinade.

After cooking them I learned that they are a very healthy meal with very few carbs. It’s just meat, veggies, and the occassional fruit.  Creating them was sort of a long ordeal, but if you have a couple of friends to chop vegetables, it shouldn’t take too long. Believe me, it’s well worth the wait.

Chicken Pesto and BBQ Pork Kebabs

Adapted from Women’s Health: Build a Better Kebab, by David Zinczenko and Matt Goulding

You can make them in the oven, or on a grill. On this particular evening, we decided to cook them in the oven. The original recipe encourages you to pick your choice of protein from chicken, pork loin, shrimp, salmon, scallops or a lean beef like sirloin. I have only tried he chicken and pork, so that’s what this recipe will be based on.


  • 3 large chicken breasts
  • 2 bell peppers (any color)
  • 2 zucchinis
  • 1 sweat onion
  • pesto sauce
  • olive oil
  • salt
  • pepper


  • 3 Large pork lions
  • 2 Large bell peppers
  • 1 zucchini
  • 1 sweet onion
  • 3 peaches
  • Raspberry Chipotle sauce
  • olive oil
  • salt
  • pepper

Soak the empty skewers in a pan of water for 20-30 minutes before you load them with goods. This will prevent the skewers from catching fire. Pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees. Cut the meat into large chunks. Ideally, you would let the meat marinade in their respective sauce for an hour or so. But you can also just let it soak in the sauce while you cut up all the veggies. Make sure to cut the veggies in large enough chunks because the meat will take a while to cook. Build your skewers with the marinaded meat and veggies. (Keep in mind, the peaches go best with the pork recipe because both go surprisingly well with the chipotle sauce).

Place the loaded skewers onto cookie sheet(s). Before placing skewers in the oven, brush on the extra sauce or some olive oil if you ran out. Add salt and pepper, and then place in the oven on center rack. Let cook for 20 to 30 minutes, and then check the chicken’s center to make sure it’s cooked through. Add more time as needed.

Serve hot and enjoy!