Honey Teriyaki Chicken With Squash and Brussels Sprouts

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Last night we snuggled in and watched part of one of my favorite movies of all time – Hook.

My all-time favorite line by Tinkerbell is about loving Peter Pan in that strange place between being awake and being asleep. Don’t you feel it’s a strange place between Christmas and New Year’s? It’s like you don’t really know what day of the week it is (or date) or what you’re should be doing? I get that! Before Christmas, we are all on specific missions – to spread cheer and plan presents and create magic. After New Year’s Day, we are on specific missions to go back to school and work, get fit, honor resolutions and embrace winter. As best as you can anyway. I’m on specific missions during this in-between time.


This in-between time is actually the perfect time to discover new things to create and love.

We have our close, close friends over during this in-between time. We look forward to it all year – and it makes that time between Christmas and New Year’s that much sweeter. And “sweeter” is a theme of this post, and this recipe.


Our friends are foodies, and Cassidy is too. I’m often caught “in between” keeping up with the foodie-ing, or just embracing the time to rest and enjoy what they create. For the last few years, I’ve participated more. I enjoy creating something magical from surprising places. Weeknight (and weekend) family dinners can be challenging. Weeknight (and weekend) family dinners in the winter is more so for me. I tend to want to do nothing from 4:00pm – 6:00pm. I need a little kick to jumpstart my days – I need a little inspiration. The light is getting brighter and the days are getting sweeter in the new year.

teriyaki chicken

Cassidy and I both enjoy teriyaki sauces and rubs. The secret ingredient in my favorite teriyaki sauce? Don Victor® Honey! If you’re looking for an added flavor to your dishes, or a substitute, our secret ingredient is the perfect “secret ingredient” for our favorite meal. I can already tell this will be our favorite dish of the new year and beyond. Try it yourself:

Honey Teriyaki Chicken With Squash and Brussels Sprouts

Honey Teriyaki Chicken With Squash and Brussels Sprouts


  • For the Honey Teriyaki Chicken:
  • 1 lb boneless, skinless chicken breasts
  • Don Victor® Orange Blossom Comb Honey Globe Jar + Honeycomb
  • 1-2 Tbsp honey
  • 1 cup water
  • 5 Tbsp brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup reduced sodium soy sauce
  • 1-2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/2 tsp ginger, ground
  • 2 Tbsp cornstarch
  • 1/4 cup cold water
  • 1 tsp sesame seeds
  • For the rice:
  • Jasmine rice
  • For the vegetables:
  • Butternut squash, peeled and cut into small chunks
  • 1 lb Brussels sprouts, trimmed and sliced
  • 2 Tbsp olive oil
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • Fresh Black Pepper


  1. Start rice of choice, since cooking rice takes the longest
  2. Season chicken with salt and pepper
  3. In a large pan, heat oil over medium-high heat and add chicken
  4. Stir occasionally and cook until chicken is cooked through and no longer pink on the inside
  5. Mix 1 cup water, brown sugar, reduced sodium soy sauce, Don Victor® Orange Blossom Comb Honey Globe Jar (1-2 Tbsp), garlic and ginger in medium saucepan
  6. Set over medium heat
  7. In a small bowl, combine cornstarch with the 1/4 cup of cold water and whisk until dissolved
  8. Add this mix to medium saucepan and heat until desired thickness
  9. Add cooked chicken to the pan and toss until it's evenly coated and reaches a simmer
  10. Remove from heat
  11. For the vegetables, preheat oven to 400 F
  12. Place the squash and Brussels sprouts on a large baking sheet
  13. Drizzle with olive oil and toss with your hands to distribute oil
  14. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and toss again
  15. Spread evenly on baking sheet and roast for about 30 minutes, tossing 1-2 times during roasting time
  16. For a last tip, I love to rub the honeycomb from the Don Victor® Orange Blossom Comb Honey Globe Jar over the jasmine rice while it's still hot. It becomes soft and aromatic on the textured rice


Pro tip: flip the Brussels sprouts so they are cut side down while roasting, as they will caramelize much more evenly this way.


What do you think? Not only is our “secret ingredient” wonderful for both sweet and savory recipes, it also can help alleviate the cold and flu. It’s a natural cough suppressant that never goes bad! I’m also in love with the honeycomb that comes inside the Don Victor® Honey jar. It’s perfectly edible and is considered a gourmet delicacy by many, for a reason!

Where did we find this premium quality honey with its superior taste and affordable price? Walmart in the hispanic aisle!

I’ve always been a honey fan. We use it quite a bit for all-around wellness – using it to soothe sore throats, combat allergies, and sweeten our teas, and even coffees! It’s a wonderful way to enrich the flavors of foods, stay and feel well, and also give wonderful gifts. When Scarlet was a toddler, she created a dish and even named it. “Gita.” It means plain or vanilla yogurt, cottage cheese, wheat germ, and then Don Victor Victor® on top. We had gotten a Don Victor® Orange Blossom Comb Honey Globe Jar as part of a gift basket when Des was born and Scarlet was nearly three. The “dish” has still stuck and we have taught it to our friends too. “Gita” is quite delicious, which is unsurprising when you consider honey’s impact on dishes.

Honey is a source of natural energy, and also a rich source of carbohydrates – providing 17 grams per tablespoon. This makes it ideal for your working muscles since carbohydrates are the primary fuel the body uses for energy. Carbohydrates are also necessary in the diet to help maintain muscle glycogen – known as stored carbohydrates. They are the most important fuel source for athletes to help keep them going. Honey is also a humectant – which means it attracts and retains moisture!

It’s a natural fit in a variety of moisturizing products – like cleansers, creams, shampoos, and conditioners.

What I think is SO cool is that honey never goes bad. It’s been reported that archaeologists found 2,000-year-old jars of honey in Egyptian tombs and said they still tasted delicious! Plus, you can eat honeycomb!

Want some tips to use honeycomb? Toast a piece of your favorite bread, a bagel, or an English muffin. While it’s still hot from the toaster, spread it lightly with butter. Then cut a chunk of the honeycomb with a knife and spread it over the toast. The heat will soften the comb so it will flatten into the toast. It won’t melt, but it becomes soft and aromatic. You can also try this method on hot biscuits, waffles, pancakes, etc. Some upscale restaurants even serve the comb of honey on a cheese plate with crackers. Try it with cheddar or brie, and with multi-grain crackers at your next party. Maybe for New Year’s Eve? As I mentioned in my recipe above, I like to spread it onto my rice to add a sweetness and softness to my rice.

What’s your favorite use for Don Victor® Honey?

I Cry.

I am not a consistent person.

So when I am, it’s always surprising to me. I hate maintenance, even when you’re sent reminders – in the mail, by email, by phone call, or on that little sticker on your car reminding you of when your next oil change is due. I hate maintenance because I’m not a consistent person. I’m prone to spurts and bursts, growing pains, slow gains, long games. I grow a lot at once, and then I’m shrunk and stuck for days, months or years. Blogging might be one of a few things I do consistently.

Or breathing.

Blogging, breathing, photography and parenting. As if there’s any other choice, really. I’d die otherwise. I’d cry. Although I don’t always do those four things well. I’m not consistent in wellness, but I am consistent in love, passion and ambition.

Although somewhere along the way, I realized I had stopped doing photography for fun very much. I was doing it for work so much, that it wasn’t always as fun just to shoot with the kids. Especially when they both tell me to get my camera away out of their faces. That said, I know what I’m doing, so bribery and sneakiness work wonders. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to be sharing photos a lot lately that are unseen by you (and probably even me) but are about a year old! It’s the long game.

When you’re an inconsistent person, prone to maintenance-intolerance, certain important things can seem painful when they shouldn’t. Marriage. Friendship. Family. And it’s because I struggle to maintain, and then grow, and then maintain. And then grow. I struggle. When it matters most. To maintain and contain, all of the emotions, the growing pains and the struggles.

Still, I try. I cry. Although not nearly enough, and often triggered by something else. On the surface.

I have yet to meet a Flo Rida song I don’t like. I only know a handful – “Wild Ones”, “Let It Roll”, “Good Feeling.” I have a Pandora station or two, so it’s no surprise that the song “I Cry” started coming on my Pandora stations. I felt a pain.

It was short, sharp and palpable. When I thought of letting go. When I think of letting go.

My resolutions and goals and one-word thoughts all blend together into consistency. We know I can be consistent, and blog at least 3-5 times a week for the last.. oh… nearly six years. Although I may take a TRUE week off when we go to Florida soon, so don’t panic. I think vacation should be added to the consistency list. My resolutions and goals and one-word thoughts are all about keeping AND letting go. And if that doesn’t make sense, it’s because I don’t make sense, but I’m aware that there are things to hold onto, and things to let go of. I just couldn’t use FROZEN’s “Let it Go” as my theme song because Des asks for “I Cry” nearly daily. Ok, fully daily. And I love that he requests songs on the radio and that this one is about letting go. That sharp pain. I feel it. Sometimes I hold my cards so close to my chest, that it physically hurts to scatter them into the wind and the world. Meanwhile, other parts of life are flying around in the breezes and instead of catching them all, one by one, I tend to be paralyzed and overwhelmed by fright. I’m a deer in headlights. Letting go is the most magical thing, when I actually do.

Please excuse Athena’s attempted-sled-biting. She seemed to think that the big, scary sled was attacking her girl, Scarlet. No dogs, girls or sleds were harmed in the making of this blog post, or during these photos. (one year ago…oops)

Every year is terrifying and exhilarating, and filled with losses and loves. 2015 was good, though. It was more than good. It was possible. It wasn’t breaking apart. I wasn’t breaking apart. The world tells a different story. It’s hard to follow a successful year, without the fears it will all get taken away from me. It starts here, though. When I feel possible, the world seems possible. Even though it’s full of such dreadful things. There is a light and a wonder times a thousand, for every dreadful thing. You can’t heal the world if you can’t heal yourself, though. It bleeds out, one by one. It seeps and creeps and dreams. I no longer have delusions that I’m a superhero, but I believe we all can be superheroes. Even if for a day.

There are so many things you can do, contained in those beautiful hearts and minds. We are all but entire worlds, contained.


Years are big. Lives are big. And short and small too. This post feels murky and dark, but also sunny and warm and light, because those are all the things you can go through in a year. Those are all the things you can go through in a day. Today.

I hold onto bull moose and consistency. Budgets and date nights and family planners and dog walks. On the beach. Beach vacations and more bull moose and heart-felt phone calls and letters. Love and friendship and passion and wonder.

I let go of thinking I’m in control all of the time. That I’m right. That I’m wrong. That I’m ugly. That I’m a terrible photographer. That I’m an unremarkable writer. That she annoys the piss out of me. That I have to hold on to every dollar I have, because they were so hard to earn. They’ll come back around. Let go. It’s ok. Let go. It all comes back around. Let go, on thinking I’m not captivating, not this, not that, or anything, not enough. Let go. Hold on. And let go some more.

While holding on so tightly. To me. To you.