I know tomorrow in America is Thanksgiving. We love to indulge in all the tasty, carb-loaded fixins', as we call it around these parts. We tend to allow our normal healthy selves to cheat on this day. It is a day to be thankful for all we have, so why not eat all we want. …
If you cannot say, "pork chops and applesauce" without mimicking Peter Brady pretending to be Humphrey Bogart, I’m not sure we can continue our relationship. My Hunka Hunka is adamant on any time I cook pork chops, He must also have applesauce. They compliment each other so well. You know it's true love when I …
It's been a while since I have written a blog. Ten weeks ago I described my adventure in the blog, We need to take this outside... I talked about how I missed a step while I stopped while running to take a picture of a barge. I love barges, what can I say? Stupid, stupid …
From the title of this blog, you must think I'm writing about my absolutely favorite Christmas movie, A Christmas Story. While I could write all day about 'Mommy's Little Piggy', this is not the case today. Sorry to disappoint! I prepared a new recipe today. This one is what I call a 'fancy dish'. Caprese …
Something I don't talk about, and know I haven't written about, is I am a certified nutrition and wellness consultant. I felt guilty for a while because I knew when I was practicing what I'm preaching. I obtained this certification a 2017 as I have a passion for a healthy mind. I read a book …
I'm not a shrimp fan. I don't care for the texture or the taste. However, my hunka hunka absolutely loves shrimp. He pretty much loves anything seafood. I have read comments (not on my blogs), but comments in general where people don't want to read blogs in how food makes them feel for recipes, they …
Prep...that was a term from my high school days...something I never was. Let's not get confused over meal prep…I am starting to do a lot more of this on weekends. I’m not talking about some odd diet I’m on; I’m talking about preparing meals in order to make supper throughout the week a more convenience, …
First of all, I'm a quitter. I have to admit. I wrote a previous blog (Dreadmill...Deadmill...Treadmill) about doing an 8-week Insanity class. I had to stop after three. My ankles just could not handle the impact. Over the many years of pounding the pavement running miles, I just had to tap out. I have no …
