"Hey, wime! Dat's wike dime!"

In case you didn't figure it out right away, wime is Caroline's version of lime. And she completely took over in the wime-juicing department this afternoon. We had one of our favorites, Cabo Chicken, for dinner tonight, in celebration (or in Mindy's case, pre-devastation) of Alex's impending departure for college.

We came home after preschool, and I was unpacking a few groceries I'd picked up for dinner. Her eyes lit on the limes, and she immediately asked if she could help. I figured she'd try it once and give up, but she lasted through a good six limes. She actually did a really good job, so I had no choice but to grab my camera.

And, in case you were wondering...yes, it's delicious, and, yes, it's SUPER easy. There are only four ingredients to the marinade...freshly-squeezed lime juice, olive oil, crushed red pepper and garlic. That's it. Combine the ingredients and marinate at least four hours or overnight. Six limes net about a cup of juice. Add a cup of olive oil, 2 tsp. of red pepper and four cloves of garlic. I actually use the crushed garlic that comes in a jar and keeps in the frig. I think it's delicious and easy to keep on hand. Oh, I also filet the chicken breasts when still partially frozen so that they're a little more tender and cook more evenly on the grill.

Can't take credit for the recipe. That honor belongs to LeAnn Rimes' husband. But I am feeling a little Pioneer Woman-ish. Of course, seeing as how I share approximately one recipe on my blog every six months, I'm pretty sure she's not shaking in her cowboy boots.

Oh, and why the title for this post? As Caroline worked away, she asked me, "What's dat called, again, Mommy?" When I told her it was a lime, she exclaimed, "Hey, wime! Dat's wike dime!" I was a little taken aback and started to form thoughts of how brilliant my child is, rhyming and all, at the ripe age of three-and-a-half. So I asked her, "What rhymes with dog?" To which she responded, "Wime!" Ahem. Class dismissed.