Monday, March 01, 2010
Good morning. I can never figure out how to post a recipe in the recipe category, but wanted to share this one with you.
I made it last night, using Haas avocados and cut the cooking time down to 8 minutes. It is easy, elegant, very tasty........all the while being GOOD for us!
Warm Avocado Halves with Pink Grapefruit and Endive
Vegetarian Times Issue: March 1, 2009 p.60 — Member Rating: -
There’s no need to dress up this dish for a pretty presentation—the pale green of the avocado halves along with the deep pink of grapefruit segments make this a feast for your eyes without any extra trimmings. Try the recipe with smooth-skinned Fuerte avocados, which have a firmer, less fatty texture and won’t turn mushy when baked.
1 endive, halved and sliced crosswise into half-moons (1 cup)
1 Tbs. olive oil
1 shallot, thinly sliced (1/4 cup)
1 Tbs. chopped parsley
1 avocado, halved and pitted
1/2 pink grapefruit, peeled and cut into segments
1/2 fresh lime, for juice
1. Preheat oven to 425°F.
2. Heat oil in skillet over medium-high heat. Add endive and shallot, and sauté 3 to 4 minutes, or until vegetables are softened and brown around edges. Stir in parsley, and season with salt and pepper, if desired. Sauté 1 minute more.
3. Sprinkle avocado halves with salt and pepper, if desired, and place on baking sheet. Fill with endive mixture. Bake 12 minutes, or until avocado begins to brown. Serve warm surrounded with grapefruit segments. Drizzle with lime juice.
Per : Calories: 225, Protein: 3g, Total fat: 17g, Saturated fat: 2g, Carbs: 19g, Cholesterol: mg, Sodium: 156mg, Fiber: 7g, Sugars: 5g
Copyright © 2008 Cruz Bay Publishing, Inc. | an Active Interest Media Company.
Friday, February 26, 2010
There were five houses of religion in a small Florida town:
The Presbyterian Church,
The Baptist Church,
The Methodist Church,
The Catholic Church and
The Jewish Synagogue...
Each church and Synagogue was overrun with pesky squirrels.
One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels. After much prayer and consideration they determined that the squirrels were pre-destined to be there and they shouldn't interfere with God's divine will.
In The BAPTIST CHURCH thesquirrels had taken up habitation in the baptistry. The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistery and drown the squirrels in it.
The squirrels escaped somehow and there were twice as many there the next week.
The Methodist Church got togetherand decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God's creation. So, they humanely trapped the squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days later, the squirrels were back.
But......The Catholic Church came up with the best and most effective solution..They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of the church.Now they only see them on Christmas, Ash Wednesday, Palm Sunday and Easter.
Not much was heard about the Jewish Synagogue, but they took one squirrel and had a short service with him, called circumcision and they haven't seen a squirrel on the property since.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thanks everybody for the support over my falling and bruising my hip. It's so nice to have so many friends care about me!
Today I did manage to get in 2.25 miles before my hip said "ENOUGH ALREADY!".
This time I listened. Miss GoodyTwoShoes thought that was a good thing, and even Ms. Smarmy, who did her usual "I TOLD YOU SO!!" when I fell, approved of my stopping today.
She does have her special smirk on her face over the fall, however. One of these days I am gonna haul off and slap that smirk right off her face!
On our walk today we did stop and admire all the antics of a chicadee. He was just twirling around that branch like crazy, and chirping all the time while doing it. Chicadee Gymnastics.
When we got back I did some wall push-ups, but hip says it is pretty tired out and is getting sore, so time to stop.
Now I am going to get into the rest of my day. I think I will do some quilting, reading and even take a nap, perhaps. DH is going to work on a car, so I will have the house blissfully to me and the critters.
Again, I want to thank you all for your support.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Here I am at 9:24 in the morning, sitting at my computer in my bath robe. I have been this way for over two hours now.
I just don't wanna get into my day.
I feel tired and worn out today.
I fell during my cleaning marathon, and it was all my own carelessness.
I was cleaning one of the "Ted Piles" I live with. Ted is DH.
We have this really lovely huge window that looks out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca where we can see all the islands and Canada. In front of the window is a bench. I could barely see out to the views with all the STUFF piled up on the window ledge and the bench. In front of the bench is YeowLing's bed, too.
DH is good at creating piles. I mean he is GOOOOOOOOD!!! He can make new piles in nano seconds. No wonder he never knows where any thing is.
So, after six months of warning him, I decide I am going to clean off the bench and window ledge. I should have photographed the piles first.
Once he saw that I was cleaning the piles, and that I was not going to let him get in the way, he got his SCARED look. He is always terrified when I decide to clean for him. It didn't take him long to decide to go out, which was exactly what I was hoping would happen.
I spent over four hours on that one area of the house.
I sorted, boxed and threw away. I dusted, washed and organized. I found CDs among the rubble and put them all back in the rack...alphabettically as well as types of music.
I was making a huge mess around me on the floor, but kept at it. I should have stopped to clean up the mess I was making.
Somewhere along the cleaning frenzy, I came across a stainless steel container. It is about 12 inches high, and 6 inches in circumference. I had carelessly thrown it down on the cat bed, then piled crap on top of it.
A number of times I said to myself "I should really move the cat bed and pick up all the stuff that is littered all over." I didn't do it.
So, toward the end of getting all his stuff put away and organized, I finally stood up to get a plastic garbage bag for all the trash scattered on the floor.
I took at big step to go over some of the bigger stuff, and without knowing it (because it was so covered up with stuff to throw away), my foot came down on the stainless container.
Down I go. I try to lessen the fall with my arms and hands, which I do, but then my foot goes sliding out from under me because I am also standing on the cat bed, over hard wood floors.
I go down right onto my hip. It hurts like the dickens, but my only comment was "Wow, that could have been really BAD".
Then my mind flashes on to all those TV commercial (help, I've fallen and can't get up). Then I remember hearing or reading somewhere that 3 out of 10 Sr. Americans fall every day. Then the Life Alert thing comes to mind.
Then my age comes to mind.
Then my frail mother comes to mind. She had broken her hip while hanging up some clothes in the closet. Eventually, that broken hip caused her death.
Yes, I am actually getting older.
I have been priding myself on how much stronger and more balanced I have become since joining Spark. I have made great changes in my body.
Obviously I now have to make great changes in my thinking.
There was no other reason for my fall than carelessness on my part. I was simply too stubborn to clean up the mess I was making while I was cleaning another mess.
My hip hurts, and I am sure I have a nice bone bruise. I can walk okay, but it is a bit uncomfortable.
So, today I don't wanna walk or do my work outs. I don't wanna get out of my bathrobe. I don't wanna take a shower.
I know I will feel much better once I do get moving, showered and dressed, but right now??
I just don't wanna!
Oh, yeah. The window is completely cleared, and the view is beautiful.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. The day of Valentine cards, poems, love songs, and chocolate. It was" a day that will live in infamy", to quote the wise sage Winston Churchill.
I am afraid it will also become known as a day that will live in infamy on my scale and measuring tape.
I was a guest speaker at a High Tea yesterday.
I got all dressed up, wore my heart necklace and earrings from a Valentine's day long ago, and to be honest, I looked good.
I had never been to the place where the Tea was being held, so I appropriately had my printed out map from Google AND had programmed my GPS.
The tank was full of gas.
I left plenty early enough "just in case".
Everything was going smoothly........until I got there.
I was greeted very warmly, with smiles and hugs from a lot of people I had never met, which was really very nice.
Then I was led into the room where the event was taking place.
The table decorations on the white cloths were really something! The Decoration Committee had really outdone themselves! Absolutely lovely. There were red roses, shiny red heart confetti, and those curly wire things that have red hearts on them. And there was a lot of chocolate candies sprinkled lavishly.
Then they led me to the buffet table. Another lovely presentation, with the tables laden with not only lots of food, and a whole lot of it, but also chocolate.
I mean CHOCOLATE. Chocolate candy in boxes, chocolate puddings, chocolate cookies, hot chocolate, chocolate lattes, chocolate cakes and chocolate cakes and chocolate cakes and .....................you get the drift by now, I am sure.
So we have our eating scheduled before the talk.
I am fourth in line at the buffet table. In front of me are three people who could use some SparkPeople.com. A dangerous position for me!
My three leaders begin ladeling food onto their plates. They are not shy about their portions.
I, on the other hand, decide to set an example, and begin with putting fruit on my plate and a quarter of a croissant turkey sandwich. I add a few raw veggies and some Dijonaisse for dipping. I am doing well.
Then I see the box of chocolates. OK. I will have one dark piece of chocolate. Add it to the plate.
Now I am staring at the biggest, tallest Death by Chocolate Cake you would ever see, and there is a piece cut, but no one has availed themselves to it.
Yep, you guessed it. To be "polite", I dump the huge piece onto my plate, where it overlapps the Dijonaisse. And the fruit, AND the raw veggies. When I say this piece was huge, I mean HUGE!!!
And so it begins.
Oh, another lovely box of chocolates, this one really gourmet chocolate. I will take that one pretty piece over there.
I daintily add it to my plate right next to the sandwich.
I am offered a chocolate latte. I am gracious enough to accept it, and am somehow too distracted to tell the server to leave off the chocolate whipped cream and chocolate shavings. Oh my. Well, can't be nasty and ask for a different one, what with all the work having gone into this latte!
I make it to my place and begin to eat the sandwich. Then I take a bite of the cake. Another bit of sandwich, followed by another bite of cake.
Remembering I have fruit on my plate, I take a grape. Then I take two grapes. They are really juicy and help wash down the chocolate.
sandwich-cake-fruit-oh now I can see a small carrot. I will just pop my carrot, which has been under the chocolate cake and now has chocolate on it too, in my mouth.
Have you ever tried a chocolate covered carrot? It works!!
Suddenly, or so it seems, there is only a few raw veggies and one piece of mango on my plate. They all have chocolate on them, too.
Waste not, want not. And after all, it is IMPORTANT to show appreciation for all the work done to present this lovely affair. The veggies and mango disappear, but not entirely. Only the parts that had chocolate on them go in my mouth.
The clean left over veggies are left on my plate when I give the plate up.
Now to relax and have that chocolate latte with the chocolate whipped cream and chocolate shavings on it. Yum Yum. I had eaten so fast that it didn't even get cold!
Oh, there is a prettily wrapped piece of candy, sitting there, just next to my latte. Well, ONE piece of chocolate isn't going to hurt, is it? I mean, it IS Dark Chocolate, after all.
Shovel it in. And that other pretty piece over there. Grab and shovel before someone else sees it.
I still have my little sampler box of chocolates to take home, for DH. I dutifully do not open that box, but I do open another prettily wrapped piece just sitting there on the table looking lonely and like a chocolate step-sister. My heart goes out to it, and I show mercy by jamming that into my mouth too.
Finally, all the plates are cleared away and it is time to begin the program.
I have a hard time focusing on what the MC is saying because there are chocolate spots in front of my eyes.
Then I realize I have just been introduced and have to get up.
Woosh! What a RUSH! The chocolate kicks in, and I have enough energy to roller skate up Mr. Rushmore.
My mouth opens, and words flow like warm chocolate.
I have no idea what I am taking about, but when I shut up after 20 minutes, I get a standing ovation.
I must have extolled on the virtues of eating chocolate, because they are all smiling and clapping and have tears running down their faces.
I sit down next to my table mate and ask if I made any sense at all.
She replies "That was the BEST talk about LOVE I have ever heard!"
What the heck did I say? I smile and say thank you to all who come to hug me or shake my hand.
I am positive now that I did indeed talk about the wonders of chocolate. Otherwise, what could have possible moved them so much??
Who knows. I was on a chocolate rush!
This week has got to be a real active week for me to prevent me being asked to be next year's Blimp.
Because that is where I was headed yesterday. I do not want to be a Blimp in Training, so I better get my butt off this computer and outside walking the tonnage off.
Oh. One more thing. I DID manage to not taste, sample or shovel any chocolate pie in!
See how WELL I did??
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