….will post something of interest for you tomorrow.
For today, I will leave you with a few images I’ll catch you up on later…..
If anyone needs me, I’ll be in bed….well, soon anyway. I hope.
Navigating meals and marriage without meat
My favorite mornings come one Friday of every month, when I open my door to head out to work and I’m greeted with the happiest box in the hallway!
It’s my Farm Fresh To You delivery! Fresh, local, organic produce delivered right to my door! This box included so many delicious goodies! Strawberries, carrots, lettuce, broccoli, apples, oranges, a lemon, fresh peppermint (some of which is floating in my water as we speak!), celery, spring onions, and some new potatoes.
I’m so excited to get some recipes together to use this stuff in!
But I promised to talk to you about spinach smoothies, so here we go!
I’ve always been a little curious about this concept of putting stuff like spinach into a smoothie. How in the world would that taste good mixed with all the other good smoothie stuff? I turned my nose up at the thought of it.
But then I read this post by Anna at The Guiltless Life, and she claims you can’t even taste the spinach! So I decided to give it a whirl (no pun intended. lol. I crack myself up.) in the name of eating more veggies. Here’s my recipe.
I handful of spinach, washed and stems removed
1 frozen banana
1 tbsp…or more…peanut butter. I like creamy
approx 1 cup chocolate soy milk (you can add more or less for thickness)
1 scoop chocolate protein powder
1 pinch cocoa powder (for more chocolate flavor!…as if I needed it, right??)
1 pinch glutamine powder (optional. It’s a healthy amino acid…for energy)
1 tsp or so flaxseed meal
A couple chunks of ice
Load it all in the blender, whir it around for a while until all the spinach leaves are pulverized, pour in a glass (or a Christmasy Starbucks cold cup!) and enjoy!
Now that I have breakfast taken care of, I can move on to bigger and better things (although it doesn’t get much better, that smoothie was freaking delish!)
After reading my post from yesterday, Jim send me a text that says “Getting a new couch is a mini adventure.” I couldn’t argue with him. I believe change of any kind is an adventure, so I consented. After work I picked up the cash we’ve been holding onto from our wedding and drove down to meet Jim at Ikea. I know, I know. Ikea gets a bad rap, but my current couch has lasted me almost 10 years, so I’m not going to complain for $399. Just saying.
I’ll post pictures of our finished living room when it’s, er, finished. We have a small space and getting it all to fit in there is proving to be a challenge, although not impossible. We just have to be a little creative, and as of yet, our dining room is still full of most of the stuff that used to be in the living room, so I’ll spare you the photos until its ready.
I will leave you with this, however:
Yes, it’s a crappy cell phone photo, but that’s all I could get from the driving position! That’s Jim’s new truck filled with our new furniture! Exciting, right?
I’m still waiting for ideas for mini adventures people! Help a girl out!
Oh, and have an amazing Friday!
I’ve learned lately that I’ve lived a lot of my life in fear. Fear of failure. Fear of rejection. Fear that the tiny voice inside of me that insists I’m not good enough is actually right. It’s left me more or less perpetually stuck in the zone I’m in: same job, some apartment complex, never going after the things I’ve wanted most, and with the nagging feeling of guilt and sadness that I’m 28 years old and I’ve barely lived.
Although people who know me would challenge that statement, I think. I mean I’ve done some traveling. I’ve been to Europe, to New Zealand, to all 50 United States. I’ve graduated college and I’ve gotten married. But when you lie those things alongside the things I didn’t do (Publish a novel, move to London, get my master’s degree in creative writing), they don’t look so amazing.
Granted, you’ll probably say that it’s not too late to do any of those things. And it’s not, I suppose. But that’s not the point. The point is, those are the things I chose NOT to do in the past because I was too darn scared.
But I’ve decided that I need to change that. I’m making a vow to myself and to you, my readers, that I will have more adventures. I will not let fear get in my way any longer.
I started this new plan yesterday (actually the process began a few months ago, but fear had left me dragging my feet on finishing it)…when I walked into the City of Roseville and applied for a business license. As soon as that puppy arrives in the mail, Stephanie Sutherlin Photography will be a real, official business.
Jim and I are also in the process of contemplating buying a house. And you know what? I’m terrified. It’s such a huge commitment and has such a huge price tag! There are a million things that could go wrong, a million places where we could fail. But you know what? We’re doing it anyway.
And with these couple huge decisions, I’m finding myself taking more small risks, too. Even as small as trying new foods and finding the strength and courage to tell someone the truth, even when it may be hard for them to hear.
I have a list of Things to Do Before I Die on my blog, and I intend to begin checking them off. In fact, I checked one off last night: “Start my own business.” And I plan to add to this list….little things. Tiny things even. I love checking things off lists! But that’s not the point. The point is, I intend to make every day count for something, to have an adventure, even a mini one, every single day!
I’m excited. And happy. And PROUD of myself! It’s an amazing feeling to realize your weaknesses and then be able to overcome them.
Have you ever overcome a huge obstacle that changed your life?
Help me think of some exciting mini adventures!
Anyone out there watch Cupcake Wars? Did you see the episode with Chloe Coscarelli winning the competition with vegan cupcakes?
Well, she just came out with a cookbook full of all sorts of vegan deliciousness, and I decided to give her BBQ Pineapple Pizza recipe a whirl on Sunday, making a few alterations of my own, of course.
Adapted from recipe by Chloe Coscarelli
2 whole wheat pitas
2ish cups bbq sauce
7 oz slab of firm tofu
1/2 onion, sliced
2 cloves of garlic
1 tbsp olive oil
pineapple chunks (I didn’t really measure, I just kept putting it on top until it looked like it evenly covered the top)
mozzarella cheese for sprinkling (this is optional. It removes the vegan label, but Jim sure enjoyed the addition)
Chef Chloe enlightened me to an amazing little tofu trick. If you wrap it in a paper towel, place it in a shallow dish and put something heavyish on top of it, the water will drain out and it will more effectively absorb the flavors around it. I would highly recommend doing this. I left it for about 10-15 minutes while I prepared other parts of the pizza.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Sautee onions and garlic in olive oil until they’re soft. Set aside. Cut tofu into small squares. Coat tofu with 1/2 of the bbq sauce in a bowl. Transfer tofu to a greased baking sheet. Bake for about 45 minutes, turning pieces over a couple of times. Meanwhile, slather your pitas with the rest of the bbq sauce. Sprinkle with onion, pineapple and tofu (and cheese if you’re using it). Turn the oven up to 400 degrees. Bake pizzas for about 10 minutes or until the pita gets a little crunchy.
Remove pizza from oven and sprinkle with cilantro.
It was pretty dern delicious, if you ask me. And even though it was covered with tofu, Jim ate all of his too.
I may have mentioned before that on Sunday mornings, I almost always make breakfast. Jim sleeps while I rustle around in the kitchen, throwing things together (unless somehow I have the foresight to PLAN….which rarely happens). This past Sunday, I had a vision…for Jim’s breakfast. Since I’m not doing eggs, I needed another vision for my own, but more on that later. But he thoroughly enjoyed the little concoction I created for him.
Please excuse the crappy cell phone pictures. I had to snap this one before he dug in!
Makes approx 6 biscuits
For the biscuit
1 cup Bisquick
1/3 cup milk
seasoning (I used Jim’s stepdad’s special mix….you can include salt, pepper, garlic powder, rosemary…really its up to you)
2 veggie sausage links, chopped (or, you know, real meat sausage links if you have them…I didn’t, so Jim went veggie)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Throw all the ingredients in your handy-dandy mixer and mix until combined. Scoop dough into about 6 biscuits on a greased baking sheet. Bake for approx 7 minutes, or until edges just start to brown. Poke an indent into the biscuits and crack an egg into each. Continue baking for another 5 minutes or until eggs are just set. Season with salt and pepper and serve!
While Jim was eating his egg biscuits, I was eating the delicious vegan pancakes I whipped up for myself.
1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1 tbsp brown sugar
1 tbsp flaxseed meal
1/2 tbsp baking powder
1/2 cup almond milk (if your batter seems a little thick, feel free to add a splash or two more)
splash of almond extract
handful of dried cranberries (if you have patience, which I didn’t, you can soak them in warm water beforehand so they’re softer)
handful of slivered almonds
Whisk together the dry ingredients. Slowly stir in the wet ingredients. Fold in cranberries and almonds. Cook on a nonstick skillet with a little olive oil. This recipe made the two pancakes you see above. It’s perfect for one hungry person (I left about 1/4 of one of those on my plate. They were filling!) or two not so hungry people with a few things (like the grapes and veggie sausage shown here) on the side.
What do you usually have for Sunday morning breakfast? Do you cook or do you go out or just munch on whatever is around?
…I hate exercise.
There. I said it. Phew, I feel such relief!
But now I suppose I must explain before someone starts ranting about the benefits of staying active.
My biggest Don’t-judge-me-I-have-good-
excuses reasons are as follows: I have always had bad ankles and any amount of running, walking, skipping, etc will leave them the size of golf balls. And I’m convinced that my lung capacity is about that of a 4 year old. I start to feel out of breath so easily and then I get a headache, a stomach ache and feel like I’m going to pass out. And that’s just jogging, my friends.
I know that the most obvious answer is “Well, Steph. If you exercise more your body will get used to it and it’ll be more happy with you.” And I know, I know. I don’t not exercise. Don’t get me wrong. I get my butt moving as often as I can, especially knowing that I will probably justify my way out of going to the gym: Jim’s home so I want to spend time with him. I have to cook dinner. The apartment needs cleaning. I must catch up on my correspondence.
And I do go to the gym…sometimes. And we do ride our bikes….sometimes. And take walks after dinner….sometimes. And I have Jillian Michaels’ 30-Day Shred…which I haven’t done in, well, months, to be honest.
But I try. I know I don’t try hard enough, but I do. I am loving cruising Pinterest for inspiration. This is one of my current faves:
To me, it’s far more “doable” than spending an hour at the gym doing cardio and weights and whatever else. And these are easy to spread out. Sometimes I’ll do them in my office at work (when no one else is around, of course!). Sometimes I’ll do them while I’m waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle because if I leave and start something else, I know I’ll completely forget about the laundry.
This morning I woke up, did some stretching, some crunches, some pushups, a few yoga poses. Mornings are SO hard for me, I can barely get myself to the bathroom right when I wake up…and all I have to do to get there is swing my feet off the bed and take two steps!
But I still feel guilty for not putting in a good amount of time sweating my ass off. And I’m starting to think maybe that’s more me not giving myself a break than me not doing anything good for my body. I mean, at the end of the day, I can only do as much as I can do, right?
I’m still hoping that when I get this fatigue thing figured out, I’ll be able to do more. The #1 reason I hate exercise is because I always feel so exhausted…at the end of the day…at the beginning of the day…and pretty much every moment in between. And exercise doesn’t seem to give me energy like it should. I finish a workout and feel more sleepy than when I started!
Hopefully this week I’ll be able to get in to see my mom’s doctor and start to get some answers. Until then, I suppose I’ll continue doing pushups and lunges in my office when no one is looking.
They (whoever they are) say you are supposed to have eight glasses of water a day. And I’ll agree with them. I feel better, overall, when I’m hydrated. But drinking water is kind of boring. I feel like I enjoy my water a lot better when it has become something else, such as tea. Or Coffee. Or, as in today’s case: fruity water!
Along with a substantial amount of ice (which, by the time I’d taken the picture had almost all melted), I tossed into my water bottle this morning a few mint leaves and some sliced strawberries and cucumbers.
So delicious! And amazingly refreshing. I have a feeling this combo is going to be a front runner in this summer’s hydration strategy.
What is your favorite way to stay hydrated? Do you ever add stuff to your water to make it more fun?
I think the last time I had spaghetti squash was….well, I can’t remember it, so it’s been a long time!
But I keep hearing people talk about using it as a substitute for spaghetti, so I figured I’d give it a whirl.
I was pleasantly surprised by the results. The squash doesn’t really have a lot of flavor of it’s own, so it picked up the flavor of the sauce and the capers I added to the top quite nicely. I paired it with some roasted vegetables for a simple, yet delicious meal.
With a sufficiently full belly, the couch and American Idol (and some leftover Easter candy) are calling my name! Go Hollie!
Sundays at our house are Nosh Nights, meaning we don’t want to prepare a whole meal, but we need to eat something. Best case scenario, we go to the store and buy a few pre-made or easy to throw together items….worst case we heat up, throw together and/or put in a bowl anything left in the fridge or freezer from the week.
Nosh from another night.
After going to the doctor and running errands all evening, last night was definitely a Nosh Night.
We had black bean taquitos from Trader Joes, a little bit of leftover frozen fried rice, some mini pizzas, and in the black tray are puff pastries with feta and caramelized onions….all of which was actually from Trader Joes now that I think about it. You’ll also notice the giant bowls of salad, the only thing that actually somewhat justifies all the excess prepackaged food! Oh, and Jim had some chips (you can kind of see the bag on the floor to the left) and salsa.
And yes, it was necessary to top it off with a glass of wine (a beer for Jim) and a healthy dose of Friends on TV. It was actually quite a relaxing evening. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Although the evening wasn’t all fun and relaxation. I went back to the specialist so he could read the results of my recent round of blood tests. Honestly I wish he would have just called me with the news. It was such a waste of my co-pay for me to go in there and sit down so he can tell me everything looks fine…oh and recommend a therapist to help control the excess stress he assumes I have.
I guess it’s on to Plan…..uh…C? D? I don’t remember. But either way, my mom has a doctor that practices Eastern medicine, acupuncture, herbal remedies and such. When no one else could diagnose my mom’s ailments, he figured it out and treated her successfully. So I figure I’ll give it a whirl. He does a lot with allergies. Maybe I’m allergic to something I’m eating. There are a million different possibilities. I just have to find someone who can pinpoint the One.
Until then, I’m doing the best I can to survive on caffeine and sheer will power!
Today I go back to the specialist to check up on my thyroid and vitamin D levels. I’m in search of answers to my constant fatigue problem, and I’m nervous that this doctor won’t have any for me.
There have been too many times in my life where I have been told “Everything looks normal.” It’s all just in my head then, right? I mean I guess in a way it is. My head always feels like it’s shrouded in a thin layer of fog. Everything feels just a little bit harder than I think it should.
But today I might get some answers. Maybe. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping. And if this doctor doesn’t have any, I suppose I go back to the drawing board.
Cross your fingers for me. I’ll keep ya posted.