At times I wonder if you’re into crock pots like I am. Honestly I’ve held back a bit so as not to scare you off. See, I own…..wait for it….. 3 crock pots. Whew, that’s a load off. What’s more is I often use all three simultaneously. That’s right. Main course, side and dessert all served in crock pots for the masses.
Have the dieting blues? Does eating healthy seem like a never ending tasteless concoction after another? I got you. The same thing happened to me when I first learned my daily ice cream habit might not be as good for me as I hoped it was. I switched completely over to “healthy” food and found myself missing classic dishes like enchiladas, chicken pot pie and waffles. I thought to myself, “This is what life is now. Grilled chicken and steamed veggies for the rest of my days….”
Being an introvert is like being a tortilla. We look simple and straight forward, but really we are deep and complex. Plus, we somehow end up holding everything together in this great big burrito world. Don’t worry, I really am going somewhere here.
“Just beet it, beet it, beet it!” This summer beet salad has me singing at top of my lungs like no one’s listening. In reality, my kids are looking at me like I’m some strange weirdo. I guess they don’t appreciate Michael Jackson parodies like I do.
I had this thought. What if everything we are trying so hard to reach isn’t as important as what we can touch right here, right now? Perhaps our goals become distractions keeping us from the real gem staring in front of us, begging for a cherry lime popsicle promising not to get sticky-again. Continue reading Cherry Lime Popsicles
You won’t believe where I am right now. It’s like Heaven itself came down and graced me with a view. A serene lake smoothed out with scarcely a ripple, mountain sides around decorated with pines, redwoods, and the like. Cloudy skies whispering rain drops. And I’m here sitting on an entire hill made of sand. The kids are climbing up the sand dune as high as they can, then running with all their might down to collide into us. Josh is trying to convince me he needs a pet salamander and Thad helped the kids catch 21, that’s right 21, in a little mote they made out of sand. The water is cold, but not unbearable. Somehow Rori and Sam are braving the lake with shivers and excitement about the pool of newts they’ve collected.
When I was young there was this unspoken system. In place for hurts, sickness and sorrow. A system that never needed an explanation. Someone down the road went through something. Perhaps a death in the family, or horrible illness that confined them to stay in. Even for young moms recovering from the birth of their new baby. We knew what to do. Get in the kitchen. Bake up some muffins, toss a salad and cook a chicken pot pie. Food is healing on so many levels.
Fourth of July is on it’s way. Fireworks, sparklers, BBQ’s, and swimming pools. Sunscreen melting into my skin and flip flops slapping beneath my feet. Beach balls that inevitably get holes in them and watermelon slices by the dozen. That’s no exaggeration either. My whole family is crazy for watermelon and we eat it the way one eats popcorn in the movie theater. Somehow it all disappears without anyone wanting to acknowledge how. Penne pasta salad disappears almost as fast.
Embracing chaos. Some might say it’s insanity. Others call it their daily routine. I’ve found it to be similar to riding my favorite roller coaster. ALL DAY. It is exhilarating and slightly nauseating. Lately life has been chaotic. I’ve found myself wishing for simple while simultaneously causing complicated. I’m okay with some areas of my life staying chaotic, but dinners aren’t one of them. Sitting around the table and enjoying a meal together is so important to me. I also love eating real food. If you’ve been here for any length of time you know I have a small fetish for turning classic dishes into healthy ensembles. That’s why today, I proudly bring you gluten free ravioli. Possibly the best thing I did last week. My kids and husband are still raving about it. They want it added to the regular menu, and I completely agree.
I’m not gonna lie. This dish is inspired by where I want to be right now. I’d very much like to be in Hawaii, Jamaica, Bermuda – any tropical island really. Sitting at an outdoor restaurant ordering this island sticky rice as I sip on a piña colada. Looking out at the horizon, watching the waves roll in. No concerns past which swim suit I’ll wear tomorrow. Letting the breeze wash over me and sand stick between my toes.