Sunday, May 12, 2013
I am so thankful that God chose me to be the mommy of my little guy. Mommyhood isn't always glamorous, and it certainly isn't easy. In fact, it's the most challenging thing I've ever done. So far, it's been all about survival, with some reflective responses here and there. My boy is only two, and I can already admit that there are some instances where I wish I would have handled things differently. I just hope that when he's grown he can look back and know that his mommy loved him more than anything in the world.
Posted by Feeling Kinda Thirfty at 11:40 PM
Thursday, May 2, 2013
I found this schiacciata recipe at Foodie International and because I had some fresh, free range eggs, I just had to make a frittata to go with it. It was heavenly. This Tuscan flatbread is light and hearty and perfect for dipping and scooping.
Lemon Kale Frittata
1 dozen eggs
1/2 cup lemon juice
1 tsp. salt (add more to taste)
2 tsp. pepper
2-3 cloves of garlic (minced)
1/2 large onion (small diced)
2 Tbs. olive oil
2 cups kale (de-stemmed and cut into small pieces)
1 cup goat cheese
1 tomato (medium diced)
1/4 cup fresh chopped parsley
1. Heat oven to 375.
2. In a medium sized bowl beat eggs, lemon juice, salt and pepper until smooth. Set aside.
3. In an oven save skillet, sauté garlic, onion, salt and pepper in olive oil over medium heat until translucent (about 2 minutes).
4. Add Kale to garlic and onion. Sauté until the kale has wilted (about 3 minutes).
5. Using a wooden spoon, spread kale, onions and garlic evenly on the bottom of the skillet.
6. Pour egg mixture over kale, onions and garlic. Stir lightly until mixture is evenly dispersed in skillet.
7. Sprinkle goat cheese evenly on top of egg mixture.
8. Bake for 15-20 minutes.
9. Sprinkle with tomatoes and fresh parsley. Serve and enjoy.
Monday, April 29, 2013
My kitchen looks like a "before" picture of a desperately needed remodeling project. The cabinets are fairly dilapidated and the countertop space, made from chipped, outdated pink formica that doesn't even match up at the seams, is so maddeningly tiny that I end up cutting and stirring on top of the washer and dryer. (Yes. We have a full sized washer and dryer right in the middle of the kitchen.) Yet, for me, it is a sanctuary. When I am cooking, I'm transported to places I only dream of visiting. On a Saturday morning, I may be a French country wife, whipping up a batch of savory crepes and goat cheese. An ordinary Tuesday evening finds me baking rosemary schiacciata and mixing a homemade pesto sauce, the owner of a cozy Italian trattoria. With a few fresh ingredients, a glass of wine, and French Cafe blasting on Pandora, I dance my way around the kitchen, oblivious to the TV and stresses of the day. In my sanctuary, I am free to experiment, feeling my way through a dish with only the essence of a place to guide me.
It will be some time before I have an "after" picture of my remodeled dream kitchen. For now I will indulge myself by stocking my cupboards and fridge with such provisions as nicely aged cheeses, fresh herbs and vegetables, organic meats, and quality oils.
Whether it be a tiny kitchen, flowerbed or cozy closet nook, I believe everyone needs a sanctuary, a place to dream and be. What's your sanctuary?
Friday, April 26, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
|Cutie in Boots|
|Dinner Party Bliss|
|Sunday Morning Beach Breakfast|
For some reason we have difficulty getting motivated to pack up and head to the beach on a weekend morning. Yet, every time we do, I'm so glad. This morning I made crepes with blueberry compote and goat cheese. We packed up what really did seem like most of our household and made it there in time to beat the crazy beach crowd. We were rewarded with a full morning of relaxation. Eating, swimming, climbing coconut trees, soaking up the ocean and sun.
Come to think of it, I've been blessed this entire weekend. On Friday we hosted a small dinner party. My horoscope for the day said that I would enjoy myself, and it couldn't have been more correct. Everything came together nicely, and we spent the evening engaged in intriguing conversation, eating, drinking and laughing. It went by in a blur.
I've been thinking lately that I could actually live a wonderfully happy life hosting parties every weekend. If I had my way, I would own a huge house with a carefully stocked wine cellar, multiple bedrooms, each with an en suite, and an extravagant dinning room. I'd be a fabulous cook and invite the most interesting people over for dinner. We'd spend the evening eating rich, delicious food and drinking top notch wine. At the end of the evening, everyone would stumble up to their rooms for the night, filled to the brim with happiness. Perhaps I was a wealthy socialite in a past life. How about you? Any inkling about your past lives?
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
|Palms on a Beach|