Living a rather healthy lifestyle these days, I was still searching for the perfect beverage. My beloved glass of red wine in the evening is long history and is only remembered when I look at my collection of wine glasses I once thought I could not live without.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos’ turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don’t eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on yu plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I’m on your side.
I just finished reading Derick’s blog and when he mentioned his dinner -a Tandoori take out- I couldn’t help but smile and my mind wandered down on memory lane.
Cooking tasteful, heart-healthy meals containing less sodium has been quite a challenge. My husband, who now after his bypass surgery is considered a heart patient for life, has not been very helpful. The times of juicy burgers and fried foods are over. Sodium loaded soups, chili’s, stews, and gravies have been banned from my kitchen.
Now you are sitting at home, your pantry is overflowing with foods you bought for you and your family. The freezer is filled up to the rim, and the refrigerators -yes even the one in the garage- are filled with everything you could get your hands on.
How easy and cheap it can be to decorate an Easter table.
Just open half of the raw eggs in a carton carefully with a spoon or knife -just on top of the egg- the next time you make breakfast. Wash the empty eggshells carefully, let them dry and paint the outside in a shiny metallic color. Gold, pink, blue -whatever you prefer.
On my quest, trying to find tasty low sodium -heart-friendly- recipes or even dishes with no salt at all, I have found unbelievable tasty new food compositions, which I will share once in a while.
I watched my husband texting in snail speed -due to the one-finger-search-system he uses on any keyboard- and so I interfered. Helpful, as only loving spouses can be, I showed him the little microphone on his phone, and asked him to use it.
Last night I found spinach leaves and noodles on the kitchen rug, what either means I am getting sloppy, or the dogs got into the trash -again. The case was easy to solve. The guilty party was trying to hide behind the fridge, but couldn’t help look around the corner, when I came in.
My husband is a picky eater. He searches for fat around the meat and pushes food, which he thinks might not please him, to the side. “I cannot stand the texture of fat,” he says, and I can see the disgust on his face when he looks at my marbled ribeye.