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Don’t try this at home . . .

Friday, October 16th, 2009

All week long I’ve had a low-grade version of what my boys were sick with a week or so ago – congestion, a bit achey and tired, sneezing like crazy and pretty crusty all around. I feel better each day, but not yet at my best. Even without my normal energy level I’ve continued on like all Mamas do – creating a big pot of homemade baked chile with stew meat one night, homemade shepherds pie another (gotta share those recipes with you soon), working on everything I always do – typing emails, homeschooling my boys, filling book orders and scheduling speaking events for 2010, meeting deadlines, cleaning toilets, yada yada yada. We women can’t really stop for long, can we?

So about 4 pm, since I hadn’t really had the energy to deal with it sooner, I pulled the fridge door open to peruse my dinner options based on what was in there. I began to pull out various ingredients to create something new . . . with a random gourmet flair! Chicken breast (1 left), crimini mushrooms, some bacon, onion, a pile of spinach . . .

Then, I pulled a package of  fancy rice blend from the pantry – something new I wanted to try, containing long grain brown rice, black barley and Daikon radish seeds – hmm pretty impressive. I put it on the stove to cook. Then I began to sauté the diced chicken breast, chopped onion and criminis in some olive oil and butter. I diced a few strips of bacon and tossed that in, then I threw a pile of spinach on top of everything, poured in some white wine, shook a good bit of saltless seasoning over all – wow – it was looking and smelling delicious!

Then I took a sharp left turn and it all went downhill from there! I imagined a very light, tasty sauce and saw the liquids accumulating in the pan so I stirred TOO much cornstarch (2 Tablespoons! – a tsp would have been enough) into a half cup of water with 2 tsp chicken bouillon powder, stirred well and added it into the pan of goodies, but it thickened way too much, so I added more water, more wine and stirred more but I could tell the spinach was gettting too done, oh my.

So . . . What could a woman do? Can’t go back, so – I sauteed it all a bit more to make sure it was combined well, then I served a portion to everyone on top of the yummy rice, telling them if they finished it they could have a serving of the prepared frozen ‘chicken with orange sauce’ I had found burried in the deep freeze (for such a time as this!).  It was a bit of compassionate bargaining in order not to waste the sort-of-slimy but real tasty :-) gourmet fare. It worked!

My son commented graciously that the flavor was good, but the texture was, uh . . . I laughed! And agreed. Here are a few photos of the masterpiece-gone-bad. You can see how lovely it was looking (bottom to top – until the end, when, the spinach DIED.)

A few tips I know, but didn’t heed: Always add fresh spinach last last last. It cooks quickly and you never have to worry if it will ‘be done’ because it’s delicate and even the steam at the top will cause it to cook fast just by putting the lid on the pan.

1 tablespoon cornstarch will thicken 2 cups of liquid. So what I did was . . . overkill. The combination of the ooey-gooey sauce and the slippery-slimey spinach was rather unpleasant while chewing :mrgreen:

Have a delicious weekend! :-)

“O.M.G. (he recited the letters, just like that – it was so funny) Mama, This Is AMAZING!”

Friday, October 9th, 2009

When my very tired and very hungry 17 year-old proclaimed this blessing over the plate of food I’d just set before him about 7 pm the other night, I knew I had to share it with you. Granted it’s not real healthy, but it is real EZ. (ya’ gotta’ make some tough choices in life!)

My hubby was heading out of town the next morning, and I had planned to make homemade pizzas that night since I had everything on hand and it’s quick and easy since I buy the whole wheat crust ready-to-bake. But, wanting to spoil him before he left, I knew he’d thrill at a pasta dish. Pasta is undoubtedly his most favorite food. Pretty much ANY pasta . . . cold pasta salad, naked noodles with butter, cheese sprinkles and garlic, spaghetti bolognese, fettucine alfredo, shrimp marinara, seafood linguini; you get the picture.

I was pressed for time and had limited ingredients, so this is what I did:

I cooked one  pound of good quality, imported Italian penne pasta noodles while I was doing all the rest… (Good pasta is not expensive – I get mine at Costco, Trader Joes or Safeway, but all grocery stores carry imported noodles or a good, firm, lovely, comparable type. I loathe mushy noodles – don’t, don’t, don’t overcook.)

In a large fry pan, saute over med-high heat, 5 fat (or 10 skinny) crushed garlic cloves in 1/2-3/4 C olive oil and a T of butter til’ golden – not brown. (don’t over cook) Garlic is a key ingredient to pastas, so be generous – by the time you’ve cooked it down in oil and butter, it’s not nearly as strong/overpowering as you’d think.

Toss in about 2 cups of chunked organic chicken breast meat – saute’ in the garlicy/oil ’til about halfway done (don’t make leather out of them)

Throw in 8 oz. of sliced Crimini (brown) mushrooms and cook and stir a bit more until the chicken is done and the mushrooms tender. (I’ve ignored brown mushrooms at the grocery store for years – living in my white mushroom box, until I was forced to buy Crimini one day. I’m loving these little guys! Firm, slightly different flavor and beautiful when cooked quickly at a pretty high heat. They get my vote every time now.)

Set this pan aside.

In a small saucepan, prepare 2 packets of Knorr Alfredo white sauce mix (it calls for milk and a bit of butter) or use any prepared Alfredo sauce or sauce mix. (You just can’t beat the Knorr brand- they’ve got a quality product, so it pays to spend a few more cents to get the good flavor).

Since I didn’t have a jar of any kind of prepared red spaghetti sauce, I tossed a 14.5 oz. can of crushed tomatoes, a tsp. each of crushed oregano, basil, sugar and a few shakes of garlic powder in a saucepan and simmered for 10 minutes or so. If I’d had prepared spaghetti sauce of any kind, I would have used it instead FYI. (sometimes you’ve got to improvise – I even had to whir the tomatoes in a mini-blender because I had no crushed tomatoes in the pantry . . . it worked.)

I had drained and rinsed the pasta noodles a few moments earlier. I always set a loud timer so I don’t overcook them. (I sound like a broken record!) I rinse them to stop the heat from continuing to cook them, so they don’t get mushy and all stuck together sitting there. If they happen to get done at precisely the time I’m gonna serve/use them, I drain but don’t rinse them because they don’t need to be rinsed and real cooks will tell you not to rinse them! ha. Enough already. )

I stirred about 3/4 of the red sauce into the white sauce and stirred that into the chicken/mushroom/garlic combination, then folded in 3/4 of the cooked pasta, sprinkled with parmesan cheese, cracked pepper and a side of fresh, steamed brussels sprouts. MMmm.

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Cozy, creamy, comfort food. Enjoy the weekend! :-)

It’s NOT easy to surprise me…

Monday, September 28th, 2009

I always have my radar on and my internal scanner going. I sense the slightest change, look, and tweak in modus operandi of those around me. I can be doing ten things, but my peripheral vision catches every movement. Scary, I know. I think God equipped me with such apparatus due to the fact that He planned to bless me with some very gifted, creative and busy young men. Or perhaps I evolved and grew the new antennae out of neccesity because of living with such clever and industrious children, in order to survive :) . Anyway…

Friday around noon I phoned my son on his 25th birthday. He was really on my heart and I was missing him. I briefly blogged about the day he was born back in 1984, because it was so clear in my mind. (September 25th ‘Walking down memory lane’). I cracked open the old, fading photo albums and scanned some of his newborn photos so I could send he and his wife a special cyber greeting since I couldn’t celebrate with them in person. They had just flown in late the night before from New York City after traveling all day, so I assumed they’d be wiped out with the time zone changes and travel slog and I didn’t want to call too early – I figured noon was cool.

So when I reached them, they were on their way out of town again – heading for a beautiful spot in a state park only a couple hours away. They were determined to spend the last few days of their vacation out of the loop of real life since work and college classes would begin again in a few short days. I was thrilled they could set out on another adventure.

The day wore on with a grocery trip and all the odds and ends of life before the weekend, and I began to prepare dinner. (Mexican pizza mmmm-I’ll share the recipe with you soon!) It was about 6 when the doorbell rang – odd. I said to my 14-year old, “Don’t open the door ’til you peek through the blinds – I DON’T want to talk to any salesmen!” Last time the doorbell rang at dinner it was some guy pretending he lived in the neighborhood, schmoozing me and then pulling out his magazine sales information ugh. I didn’t want to relive that experience – so stresssssful!

I hear a bunch of commotion, whirl around the kitchen and set my eyes on my son and his wife…they had driven 12 hours ‘on a whim’ to pay us a visit. WOW, just in time for dinner and some weekend fun – OMGosh…I’m like, in shock! Then….

My daughter (in-law, but I really don’t like that term, ’cause she’s ALL OURS FOREVER!) pulls out this little onesie and announces, SHE IS GONNA HAVE A BABY!IMG_0213
So friends, that means I’m gonna be a GRANDMA! And I couldn’t be happier!

Contradictions…

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

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I was flipping through the local paper that lands on my porch every week and I bumped into this ad for an upcoming event. It’s being billed as a ‘wellness fair’ which is a good thing, unless they’re offering us a hot dog (no doubt buying the cheap kind in bulk filled with nitrates plus everything-but-the-squeal plopped on top of a no-fiber-no-nutritive white fluff bun), potato chips (loaded with fat, cholesterol and one more bad habit we Americans enjoy too much of) and soda (between 8-12 teaspoons of sugar in a single serving), oh and I forgot the ice cream (can’t imagine they’d be forking over the dough to serve us the natural kind, which means we’ll be downing everything from emulsifiers like glycerol monostearate to gums such as methylcellulose along with the citrates and phosphates to do their job, along with a another pile of white sugar). All this to munch for a mere four bucks while we learn about how to live longer and healthier!?! What do they think is causing the weight gain, high blood pressure, heart disease and premature death we’ll be hearing about?

Friends, don’t be fooled by the standard American diet. It’s killing our nation and is responsible for the majority of soaring medical costs in our nation for diseases like diabetes, formerly called ‘adult-onset diabetes’ but now a rampant childhood disease resulting more often than not from lifestyle choices like sitting on the couch watching TV (instead of playing outside with friends), while eating hot dogs on white buns with chips, coke and ice cream rather than a fresh green salad, steamed veggies and baked chicken.

There should be one more comment on this notice: CAUTION! We will be serving hot dogs, sweetened drinks, chips and ice cream which have been scientifically proven to shorten the life span of the average American.

Thanks, I had to rant.

In the midst of organizing…

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

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I realized I needed to hang a couple of hooks in the closet. My purse (or two?!) is always sitting around cluttering up the house, so I thought a hidden hook would make the perfect place to stash my handbag. So I went to my husband’s workbench – he was out of town – and grabbed the power drill and extra battery. I confidently proceeded to position the hooks and screws where they needed to be to commence the hanging process as I’d seen my hubby do on countless occasions. The drill s l o w l y and ever-so-slightly turned and died. OK, figures…the one time in my whole life (pretty much) that I need to use a power drill to get a job done and the battery isn’t charged. So I charged it for several hours and tried again. No luck. So I changed batteries, wall plugs and charged it again.
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Apparently it was so drained that the battery needed to be connected to power for an extended period of time, rather than a couple of relatively short stretches. By now I was feeling pretty irritated about the whole process, I mean, why do we spend money on good tools only to have them fail us when we need them the most! The drill had been sitting on the shelf being useless for quite a long time and now he had been chosen for a very important task and he wasn’t ready! Grrr….

I’m trying to build Rome here, wanting to surprise my hubby, Mr. Clean, (poor guy, when I married him all his clothes were lined up in the closet by type and his socks and undies were in color order neatly arranged in his dresser drawer, whereas I felt accomplished just getting my clothes in the closet and drawers! How he has survived my cyclone tendencies :) is truly a mystery…)

I’m not asking for anything fancy – JUST A DRILL THAT WILL WORK FOR 3-5 MINUTES, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! (sort of like the ‘bold’ setting on this computer I’m using- I cannot disengage it to save my life…is it me?!) Anyway I began to think about US. God’s people.

We sit around looking good and when God grabs us off the shelf to plunge us into a situation where He could really use our gift, ability, bent…we sputter and die. We laugh or joke or change the subject or rush off, but we don’t perform the task needed at the precise moment we’re needed.

I think it’s often that we’re not prepared. We look prepared, but our batteries aren’t charged, we’re not filled with God’s Word and God’s Spirit – we can quote movies and dress to the nines but so many times lack the substance that is our reason for existing on the planet. Sigh. Let’s plug in this week. Let’s be prepared. Let’s count for God.
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Lesssss…YES!

Friday, September 18th, 2009

After being gone for most of the summer, I pulled into the garage last week here on the home front. As my eyes scanned the stuff seemingly piled everywhere along the garage walls, jammed this way and that way – boxes with who-knows-what in them stashed on the floor, in the rafters, I groaned.

As I shared on the blog this summer (Less Can Most Definitely Be More July 13th), I was living quite minimally while away with the fam., and I was enjoying the sense of less stuff surrounding me. I didn’t realize I was getting used to the sensation. :) It felt like freedom. I also shared about helping my friend reduce her mountains of clutter (Pack Rats in Recovery July 17th) and the drama and humor of shoveling out our personal stuff when we’re attached to it. Although I’ve come a very long way in my tendency to accumulate, it seems to me that a ’saver’ personality is one who continually must sift and toss. I have a perpetual ‘get-rid-of’ box sitting in my garage along with regular trips to the Goodwill to drop said box, and even with that habit in place, as I surveyed the bulk around me at that very moment, I thought I would suffocate if I didn’t begin to liquidate immediately! (I looked in my dictionary and liquidate is defined: ‘to eliminate, usually by violent means!‘ ha.)
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I woke up the next day and began attacking my boxes violently! Nothing was safe; no closet, no drawer, no shelf, no under-bed stuff…I even ventured into my sons’ rooms to see what I could conquer.
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This time I phoned the Salvation Army to request a truck to come and haul off the discards. They came and went and then hubby arrived and passionately continued the process. He’s not a ’saver’ and he went for the jugular…by the time he was finished taking my purging to another level, I needed oxygen! He had the back end of the car filled once again and before I could change my mind or start rifling through the giveaways, he pulled out of the drive and I said a nearly tearful good-bye to the last wave of stuff-that-can’t-stay…IMG_0205

We love basil!

Saturday, September 12th, 2009

Long ago I planted an herb garden, with very good intentions. Before I knew it, the basil, oregano, mint and parsley were taking over the yard. (my strawberries were flourishing, too, before someone accidentally mowed them down :( ha!)

I was so busy having babies, training children and teaming with my hubby in ministry, I never figured out just what to do with these growing things. The garden died, we moved away and now that I’m no longer growing the stuff, years later, fresh basil is one of our most favorite ingredients to use.

If you’ve been intimidated by fresh basil, don’t be! The firm leaves make a great addition to sandwiches, both on fresh and on toasted melts. I pluck them from their stems and lay the basil leaves across the bread/wrap/bun along with all the other usual ingredients to get basil in every bite. Basil makes an everyday turkey or veggie sandwich come alive! One unusual sandwich combination that we like for lunch is this: toasted bread spread with mayonnaise, thinly sliced cucumber, thinly sliced boiled eggs and basil. Yum! I’m getting hungry just typing this…also, try cutting a generous handful of fresh basil into tossed salads for a whole new flavor twist on those monotonous lettuce and tomato creations (see my 7/31/09 post for another simple salad recipe, too). Of course you can also toss chopped, fresh basil into your soups, omelets, and casseroles – but I tend to use it most in salads and sandwiches as the fresh, uncooked leaves add such a pungent, pleasant flavor.

Buy a bunch the next time you’re grocery shopping and treat the fam to some simple gourmet flare!

Super Simple Summer Salad

Friday, July 31st, 2009

I thought I’d share another one of our current favorites with you. Seeing that it’s the season for the sweetest tomatoes, Walla Walla or Vidalia onions, and lovely thin cucumbers, I’ve been serving this combination in salad form with just about everything. I slice or dice it all, in whatever amounts you prefer, then toss it with a good quality balsamic vinegar and olive oil, a sprinkling of sea salt and freshly ground black pepper and a pinch or so of crushed, dried basil (fresh is a super alternative). It’s a good one to make ahead and refrigerate, then when you’re ready to serve it, toss in some diced romaine…you’re gonna love it!

Writing, writing, re-writing…

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

As you can see by the weather report- it’s far too pretty to be sitting inside at my computer. Consistent temperatures like these in western Washington are nothing short of a phenomenon! I’m on an article deadline so I’m trying to finish so I can play at the beach with a clear conscience hahahah…all prayers are welcome :)

Super Size Me…

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

Super Size Me…is an award-winning  documentary I’d been meaning to watch since it appeared in 2004 and gave the McDonald’s ‘boat’ quite a serious rockin’! Since I’d done my own nutrition research for years and was already convinced about the horrors of a fast-food-dominant diet, I procrastinated renting it.  But I finally popped it in the dvd player this week, my two teen-age sons plopped down with me and for about 90 minutes we laughed and groaned aloud in dismay while writer/director/leading actor Morgan Spurlock proceeded to commit himself to 30 days of eating 3 meals a day at McDonalds, interspersing his colorful adventure with interesting facts, live chats with his physicians and cameos from leading experts in nutrition. The catalyst for his brilliant 30-day fast-food reality binge was a lawsuit brought against McDonalds for contributing to two young girls’ obesity.  In spite of the few choice words and brief mature dialogue with/about/from Spurlock’s girlfriend (we fast-forwarded) this was worth the watch and the edited version should be required watching for the WWW! (PG-13)