Recipe Request: Spicy Maple Orange Glazed Chicken

OK. Here’s the recipe that I tried out today. It were awesome.

Spicy Maple Orange Glazed Chicken

  • 4 lbs Boneless Chicken (Thighs, Breasts, Tenderloin…whatever you prefer)
  • 1/2 cup Maple Syrup
  • 1/2 cup Sugar
  • 1/3 cup Sriracha sauce
  • 1/2 cup low- or no-pulp Orange Juice
  • 1 T EVOO
  • 1 1/2 tsp Thyme
  • Kosher Salt
  • Freshly Cracked Pepper

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Arrange chicken in a glass baking dish, leaving some space between each piece. Season both sides of the chicken with salt and pepper and set aside.

In a separate bowl, combine the Maple Syrup, Sugar, Sriracha, OJ, EVOO, and Thyme and whisk to combine until smooth. Spoon a little of the mixture on top of the chicken.

Place chicken in oven and set a timer for 20 minutes. Meanwhile, place sauce mixture in a saucepan and reduce over medium-low heat. It should just be getting thick enough to fully coat the back of a spoon by the time the timer goes off.

Remove chicken from the oven and cover each piece sparingly. Reduce heat on glaze to low. Bake chicken for an additional 20 minutes. Remove and turn off the oven. The glaze should be fully reduced at this point.

Turn broiler on high. Coat each piece of chicken liberally with the glaze. Set remainder aside. Broil between four and six inches from heat for about one minute. Be sure to leave the oven door slightly ajar, so the direct heat is all that’s applied to the meat.

Remove from the oven and reapply the glaze. Place in the oven and repeat the glazing process until the sauce is completely used up. 

Remove from oven one last time and let rest for ten minutes. Serve with whatever sides you prefer and head to scarf city!

The days of “clackity-clackity-creak-creak-clackity-clackity” are OVER!!

Venables. Out.

We have left The Hole. The tiny apartment that my wife and I have shared since our October wedding. You know, I’m going to miss it a little. And yes, I mean that.

But wait, Venable…what about the pitter-patter of two-year-old, no three-year-old, no four-year-old…oh forget it. They changed the kid’s age every time we attempted to make peace with the waif from upstairs. Yes, I remember the sound like a herd of baby elephants above my head. I also remember the sounds of the mommy-daddy dance above our heads at varying hours of the early-early-morning. And yes, by the way, I am trying to set a personal record for use of hyphenated words.

The fact is, it’s the apartment my wife was living in when I met her. I’ll always remember it, because it was a part of my life and the biggest life change I’ve ever experienced to date. So yeah, I’m going to miss it a little. 

So The Hole is in our past. Finally. It was a long time coming. We vowed to move the moment that the upstairs became ocupada. I thought we’d never get out, to be honest. But then Thursday, everything just exploded. I swear, it’s like everything that Katie and I do is a freaking whirlwind. Our romance, and now the moving. 

So here’s how it went down. Thursday, Katie texts me from work that says, “Urgent news…..on my way home.”

Annnnd my heart skips a beat. About forty-seven different tragic scenarios ran through my head. I quickly texted back, asking if everything was OK, and she responds, “Excellent. Pack your bags.”

And I started breathing again. Still light-headed, I ask her to explain it when she got home. It only really dawned on me what she meant when she walked through the door. She said, “the landlord found someone for the apartment.” I smiled, and for a beat, all was right with the world. And then, that moment was over.

Everything just leapt into a flurry of activity, like the stock exchange scene in Trading Places. Phone calls were made. Furious typing of addresses into Google Chrome (yeah, I’m pimping for Google…shoot me), scribbling of notes, papers flying everywhere, onto the floor near where Katie was talking to everyone under the Dallas skyline, and spewing out of the printer near my location at the studio desk.

In a matter of 45 minutes (make a note of that time-frame), we had chosen an apartment, applied for it, been remotely approved, changed the addresses and account information for the bank, electricity, water, cable, Amazon account (because you gotta have priorities), newspaper, magazine subscriptions, the US Postal Service permanently forwarded to the new address, and made an appointment for a new cable installation at the new place…for the next day. God was smiling upon this new endeavor, all right. How in the world else can you explain starting new cable service in downtown Dallas on Thursday and get an installation appointment on Friday morning? The answer is, “you can’t.”

And remember. This all happened in forty. Five. Minutes.

Seriously. That just happened. And we collapsed on the couch together, laughing about the stroke of good luck and blessings. And then, in the middle of relaxing for about five minutes, I got an e-mail. Katie had gotten a voiceover gig. I just laughed. Like a madman. And I turned to smile at my wife. She just said, “What?!”

I told her.

Then it was her turn to cackle like a madwoman. And we realized we needed to get our butts in gear, because we had to be out of The Hole by Monday. *facepalm*

So the madness begun. And long story shorter, we got it done. Stuff moved, old place cleaned out and cleaned up. And my hands hurt so bad from all the scrubbing on cabinets and drip pans. Oiy.

So here we are. New place. New studio (ugh, more re-tuning). New chapter in our lives. Lots to organize…I mean, we almost have double the square footage.

And we couldn’t be happier. Peace out.

Incredible rendition of “It’s a Hard Life” by Queen with guest vocalist Tom Chaplin from Keane. Incredible.

I knew there was a reason I loved Mad Men so freaking much. Thank you, Mr. Cowlrick.
Epic Win, btw.

I knew there was a reason I loved Mad Men so freaking much. Thank you, Mr. Cowlrick.

Epic Win, btw.

I go off on Urban Dealight.

So unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know about daily deal websites. And living in Dallas, it’s safe to assume that I’m going to have quite a few deals in my inbox every day. I’m also a fan of companies from my home state of Oklahoma, and Urban Dealight is the best of both worlds.

So when I got this deal in my inbox, I was furious. Furious enough to write to the company about it, because it’s really easy to correct the problem I had. It’s called Google. Please research something as important as the spelling of the name of one of the most famous chefs in history. Also, I really want this company to succeed, since they have only been doing deals for a couple of weeks, and they’re from Oklahoma. Check out the link and see right away what I was so mad about.

Now follows the letter. I gave them a week to respond in any way, and they haven’t. I say that it’s open season.

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Hey freelancers (not just VO Peeps), the answer to the eternal question…

Should I work for free???

Thanks to Zak Miller for sharing this over at the VO-BB. It will soon be an internet sensation amongst the downtrodden.

So it’s nearly 5 A.M.

Why am I awake? Well, I’ve been pondering everything that I need to do. Not just the short list of stuff for the next day, like packing to visit my parents, filling up the car, or knocking out some auditions before I go. No, these things that I need to do are the deep things that a person thinks about when reality starts knocking on your door, ready to give you one of those “checks” that are so chic these days.

One month from now, I will be married. I waxed philosophically enough about that the other day. If you made it through the whole thing, congratulations. Your eyes probably needed eyedrops after that marathon. Kathryn has already put it in the scrapbook. Love that you did that, by the way, baby, in case you’re reading. :) But I digress. As I so succinctly and Captain-Obviously put it, I will be married in less than a month, and certain things start becoming more important, and others, less so. All this because ‘my’ household becomes ‘our’ household. My ‘needs’ are thought of longer and harder…and then relegated to my ‘wants.’ My voiceover hobby is slowly transforming into my voiceover career. All because Kathryn deserves it. She deserves my best. Not half-assed. Sorry for offending anyone’s eyes. It sounds better than half-cocked. And gets less Beavis-and-Butt-head-level-of-maturity remarks. But, again, I digress.

Kathryn is going to be my family in thirty days. Pfft to that. She’s already my family. My heart is hers. Now it’s about time that I gave something else of myself. My effort would be a good start. She’s already done so much for me. She loves me for me. That’s the most herculean task of them all, trust me. Nobody else in the world would love me for me that wasn’t a blood relation, and the jury’s out on some of those. The point is, I know that people look past faults and shortcomings when relationships are new, but after a while, those things can drag the relationship down, and I resolve never to make Kathryn resent me. I want to get all of my ducks in a row. I want to dot every I and cross every T. I want to succeed, more than ever before. Because she deserves me at my best. Forget that quote by Marilyn Monroe about handling her at her worst in order to deserve her at her best. That’s crap. At least most people’s interpretation is crap. That quote is a description of only one facet of true love: the acceptance of faults and loving them despite of it all. I think that quote is used by people as an excuse to be selfish, impatient, insecure, out-of-control, and hard-to-handle (the bad qualities Norma Jean mentions). Nowadays, it’s worn like a red badge of entitlement. Nobody should ever feel that way about themselves, like that have a license to be a jerk and that they display it to everyone…then wonder why they’re so lonely. These are just some of the things that Kathryn and I talk about, especially when we’re playing theDate Night game that Steve Carell and Tina Fey play at the table in the restaurant. ;)

I think that finding the love of my life at age 32 was really good for me. For both of us. It’s been the greatest galvanizing event of my life. In the last month, I have done more of the little things to make my voiceover career viable than I have ever before. Who knew that I just had to find my soulmate to kick my career in the pants. That and leaving Oklahoma. And surrounding myself with people that care about me, support me, and hold me accountable for doing the things to succeed. Kathryn, of course, but also people like Gene Vann, Susan Bernard, Holly Franklin, Erik Sheppard, Bob Souer, Cliff Zellman, Bob Bergen, my parents, my sister, and my aunt and uncle, Holly and Don Branch. These folks have really given me a new lease on life. Everyone in that short list has done something to make me a better person in the last month. Now I have to take all of the efforts of those wonderful people, and combine with my own effort, and create some beautiful synergy.

Wow. Another novel. Who’d have thunk it. Maybe I’ll actually talk VO stuff next time. ;)

Thank you, Bob Souer, for the mention. That’s what I mean when talking about accountability. He mentions me on Facebook, I write a blog post. :) And honey, I’m sorry. This one probably isn’t scrapbook material.

Now, about that list…

So, I’m back, with the story of the last four months…

Truth is, I never left. The business, that is. I left my family on May 16th of this year, hoping and praying that things would improve in my life. I moved to big, bad, Texas and hid out as much as I could so I wouldn’t get hog-tied for being from Oklahoma. Turns out, people in the Dallas area are from about everywhere except Texas, so I was safe from what I thought was the inevitable roping. So I took the plunge and followed my heart, my dreams, and here’s to hoping those things I wanted to improve would do just that.

Boy, have they ever.

Slowly, my VO work has steadily increased. I’ve dropped a few pounds. And most importantly of all, I met the love of my life. It’s funny how things change when you least expect it. Seriously. I moved to Texas, and in the first week, I had like six new friends…and newfound confidence. I booked jobs. And it had been a while for that.

I worked outside in the Texas heat. Whoadamn. We joke about having five actual seasons in Oklahoma: Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer…and August. And beware of the August humidity. Well, I think in four months, I have experienced three seasons: Summer, August, and August in the City. The old sayings about the concrete jungle are soooooo true. You could literally fry an egg on the concrete. But the point is, it’s a new climate and I’ve dropped like twenty pounds since being here. I don’t mind at all, by the way…because I have a wedding to shed pounds for.

Ah, yes. That other thing. The part where I met the love of my life. And no, poetic friends, I don’t mean I started having a love affair with my work, although it’s much easier to have a love affair with work when there’s work to be had. But I digress. I met Kathryn Louise Oliver on July 2nd. She’s a bilingual second grade teacher in Dallas, and is an Army Brat. Her dad was an Army Ranger and was in Panama helping toss Noriega out of power back in the day. Yeah. That scared me, too. What? Who’s Noriega? The answer is Google. Here’s a hint. He was chased of of his home by Rock ‘n’ Roll. That cool enough for you? Yup. Thought so.

Before any of you snarky people out there start talking crap, yes. I met her on the internet. We talked for a few days over instant messenger and the phone before we met in person. We met at Gloria’s restaurant in Oak Cliff, just south and west of downtown. I think I’ve left her side twice in the two-and-a-half months since…the Fourth of July and the week she left Dallas for Mexico to be with her parents before I followed her down. Yup. It’s been a wild and woolly time, and I have loved every minute. Since meeting Kathryn, I have signed a national client, put five thousand mile on my new car, and become a world traveler…well, maybe not a world traveler, but I did leave the United States for the first time. I think you’ll let me have that one. ;)

Anywho, things are blissful…except for the wedding looming in the distance. We have been doing the things that most people do in a twelve-to-eighteen month span in a little more than five weeks. What’s that, you say? I left out the details of our engagement? Well, silly me. I’ll just have to tell you.

I guess that I pretty much have to tell you all the whole sordid tale. Just kidding. It’s incredible. So that first weekend, we spent all of Friday and Saturday together. I’d say we had the equivalent of like ten dates those first two days before we parted ways for the holiday, since we both decided that we should be with our families for the 4th, no matter how much we wanted to be together. She came out to meet my aunt, uncle, and grandparents on Monday the 5th, spent two days there, and then we decided to drive back to Oklahoma to meet my Mom and Dad.

So we did. And so on the second weekend of knowing each other, we went. And 215 miles, four-and-a-half hours later, Mom and Dad met Kathryn. And they immediately saw what I saw in the time that Kathryn and I have known each other…that it was going to be the one with which I spent the rest of my life. I knew it was something special when my Dad pulled me into the garage the day we headed back and told me, “don’t you screw this up.” Thanks, Dad. :)

On the way back to Texas, a few phone calls from Kathryn’s mom and dad moved things forward even more. It was decided rather quickly that they wanted to meet me. The one hitch? I needed a passport to meet them. Oh yes. Did I forget to mention that Kathryn’s mom and dad are missionaries in Mexico? I didn’t? My bad. OK. So Kathryn’s mom and dad are missionaries in Puebla, Mexico. And they want to meet moi. So that meant that we had to get me a passport pronto, pardon the pun. Thank God for Dallas having a regional passport office.

So after a trip back to Texas, I met Kathryn’s aunt, uncle, and cousins. I got the Spanish Inquisition from her aunt, and after an our of grilling, I was given a thumbs-up. :D In the days that followed, Kathryn and I talked about the plans for her leaving town to go to Hot Springs, Arkansas to visit her brother before school started. This quickly evolved into a her-and-I road trip to meet her brother. So on the third weekend of knowing each other, I was on my way to meet more family. But wait (with apologies to Billy Mays, may he rest in peace),  there’s more. On the way out of town, I had to go to my passport appointment. On my birthday. Kinda weird, kinda surreal. It went off without a hitch, thank the Lord, and off we went to the Natural State  The weekend went swimmingly, and had a great time getting to know her brother, Bud.

We came back the following Monday, and started prepping Kathryn for her trip to Mexico. She would be gone for a whole week before I came down, assuming that I got my passport alright. I’ll be honest. It tore me up something fierce. I was head over heels in love with this woman, and been away from her for one day since we met. This was a huge test. I was able to hold it together when I dropped her off at Love Field on Tuesday morning. As soon as I got back to the car, I could barely drive, I was crying like a baby so.

I have to stop right here for a moment and tell you something. It is very possible to get a passport UBER FAST in America, messed up as it is to travel sometimes. Remember that I went to an appointment to get an expedited passport on Friday, July 16th…my birthday? Yeah. The same day I dropped off Kathryn at Love Field, I picked up my passport. For the uninitiated, that’stwo business days. So if you need a passport or renewal, it can be done on a quick turnaround, just so you know. The previous statement was brought to you as a Public Service Announcement.

So I got my passport on the Tuesday following my appointment. Will wonders never cease. So I was good to go to Mexico…in a week. Toughest thing I’ve done since I moved in May, lasting that week by myself. I volunteered to look after Kathryn’s apartment while she was gone. I honestly don’t think I could have ever made it without being there, seeing her beautiful face in the pictures smiling out at me. It made me feel a little closer to her, and not 1100 miles away and in another country.

So the week sucked. Then July 27th came. The day I was heading south. I have to say, leaving the country was a little scary. The morning I left, I was a walking disaster. I nearly forgot my nearly-brand-new EVO 4G in the car, and had to explain what all of my recording equipment was to the TSA folks, as well as what my CPAP machine was: “honestly ma’am, it’s what keeps me alive…so yeah. It’s pretty important.”

So I made it to the Mexico City Airport. And it was, as my best friend said, “…interesting.” That’s a euphemism if I ever heard one. :P After panicking for about 15-20 minutes after clearing customs, my beloved arrived in a shower of kisses and hugs. Man, it was a long week. But we still had a ways to go before we could settle down. San Andres Cholula, Puebla was our destination. And that was two hours by bus, and thirty minutes by car. Talk about exhausting. Roger and Marcy (Kathryn’s mom and dad), along with Bud (who had also come to visit) were there to pick up Kathryn and I from the bus terminal. It was a pleasant trip back, and settling in was wonderful. I just wish I could have even begun to understand how bad elevation sickness can affect a person. Holy moley. I was in Mexico for two weeks, and I think I had just begun to really get used to the elevation…just in time to leave. Ah, well. Que sera sera. Yeah, I know. I deserve the dirty pun looks. :P

Anyways, Mexico was an incredible experience. Socially and culturally. The marketplaces, the pottery, the food, the sights…all of those things were chronicled pretty well in my pictures on Facebook. Then there were the other bonding moments with Roger, Marcy, and Bud. Like watching The IT Crowd all together in the living room. Nothing like Americans watching British humor in Mexico, I tell you. It just seems to bring people together. That and sharing a Cuban cigar with your girlfriend’s dad, who happened to be formerly of Army Special Forces. Thank God for tobacco. It breaks down walls. (Just kidding. There were really never any walls.) But boy, that cigar was a good way to ease into asking Roger for his daughter’s hand in marriage. I’m old-fashioned like that. Result of a good upbringing. Thanks, Dad and Mom.

So yes, I asked Roger for permission to marry Kathryn. And with no reservations, he said yes. I hadn’t asked Kathryn officially as of yet, and Roger and I talked about Kathryn and I doing a pre-marital counseling course  with he and Marcy. Now I know what some of you are thinking. “Is he ever going to stop talking?” Noooo. The other thing. “That is pretty confident, to do pre-marital counseling with your future father-in-law.” And some of you would be right. The moment that Kathryn walked into Gloria’s on July 2nd, I just knew she was the woman I was going to marry. So when Roger suggested the counseling, I said yes without hesitation.

So I told Kathryn about it, and she agreed about as quickly as I did. We went through the course and came through with flying colors. In fact, Roger and Marcy said that Kathryn and I were the most compatible couple they had ever counseled. That felt good. So amongst all the elevation sickness, and adventures in the city and country, with new cultural experiences and some familiar places, it just felt magical enough to pop the question. So, late on Sunday, August 8th, after a couple of especially funny episodes of The IT Crowd (like there’s a single episode that isn’t), I turned to Kathryn, got down on one knee, and in the middle of her mom and dad’s living room, in a foreign country, I asked Kathryn to be my wife.

Breath caught in both our throats, tears were shed, and finally, a “yes” broke the silence. Kisses, hugs, and laughs followed while it sunk in that we were engaged. I called my best friend, because we promised to tell each other before we proclaimed it to the world on Facebook. We shared a couple of laughs and congratulations followed. We then agreed to get together as soon as we got back. I then called my Mom and Dad to tell them the good news. They were ecstatic to hear the news, and as I expected, my mother immediately wanted to start making plans to help with the flowers and decorations, crafty person that she is.

To be honest, the whole thing probably could not have gone off any better. The rest of the story is pretty much like this: we enjoyed our last day in Mexico and came back on August 10th, me in the morning, Kathryn in the evening. I had cleaned her apartment and stocked it with groceries before her flight came in, and kisses and hugs abounded again when she hit the tarmac. The news of our pending nuptials reached far and wide, thanks to the power of Mark Zuckerberg. We set the date for October 23rd, simply because we couldn’t wait. And it was the most convenient time for our entire family, even Roger and Marcy, who will be in the States for three weeks in October, and it happened to fall (by design) on the week of Fall Break for Mom, who is a Reading Specialist for a school district back in Oklahoma.

Things have been churning along pretty well. Kathryn and I have been knocking out plans for the wedding pretty quickly. It’s actually pretty amazing that things have fallen into line as well as they have. I think God is really on our side, and he’s making things move along really well. Thanks to Him and the generosity of friends, neighbors, and of course, family. Without all of them, none of this could come together, what with Kathryn back in school every day, and me churning out VO stuff on a daily basis. It’s been six weeks since we’ve returned from Mexico different people than when we left, and yet, things are wonderful. Thank you so much to all of you out there who have wished us well, sent gifts, and agreed to witness our wedding. We can say sincerely that we wish you could all be there. Our is a small venue, and we’re going to be hard-pressed to squeeze in 150 people, wedding party and all. But we are having several get-togethers in the coming weeks for anyone who wants to come and see us and meet me (for Kathryn’s friends and coworkers), and to meet Kathryn (for my friends and colleagues).

So there you have it. The story of our whirlwind romance. I know there were details left out, but hey. It was a novel enough without them. :)

All the best to you and yours, friends. May the best of your past be the worst of your future.