My favorite meal from this weekend was a portabella, gorgonzola, spinach concoction. It was inspired by this recipe, but my version has less carbs, less fat and more green.
First, you take 4-5 portabella mushrooms (not the mini, not the giants, but the medium 3" kind, said Goldilocks) and marinate them with the following ingredients, blended:
- 5 tbsp of balsamic vinegar
- 5-6 garlic cloves, minced
- 1-2 tsp of dried thyme
- 1/2 cup of olive oil
After a couple of hours in the fridge, the shrooms are ready for more toppings.
Add some chopped spinach and crumbled Gorgonzola cheese.
- 1 roasted red pepper (I used the pre-roasted, jarred variety)
- 1 tbsp white-wine vinegar
- 1 tbsp water
- 2 tbsp olive oil
- a pinch of salt and pepper
Our friend, J, gave us this tiny blender to make Cyd homemade baby food, back in the day. It's adorable, right? Now, we use it to make grownup food that neither kid will touch with a 200 foot pole.
Roast the mushrooms in a 400 degree oven for 10-15 minutes and finish under the broiler.
Spoon some vinaigrette over mushrooms and serve.
It was delicious. Ask Laura, if you don't believe me. Who needs meat? Not us.
|Cyd's been wearing that shirt for three days straight. It's all her. She picks it out whenever it's clean.|
On Sunday, we had a friend over for ice cream sundaes. The kids had fun building their dessert. The more sprinkles, the better. Also, Reddiwip. It's spelled wrong, but who cares? It's delicious!
|Yes, I made them pose their sundaes for a photo. I'm horrible.|
I've been experiencing some strange heart palpitations and chest pains lately. When I went to the Y to run last week, I nearly died.
I was 25 minutes into my workout and, according to my iPhone app, I had five minutes left to run. I didn't have it in me, but I still ran. There was a woman sitting on the floor near the water fountain who kept staring at me when I ran by. She looked concerned. I only had five minutes to go and I figured that I can do anything for just five measly minutes. I couldn't let my app down. I'd grown attached to the voice who told me when to run, when to walk, when to cool down. We were friends. I had to log my workout. What would happen if I just stopped when there was still five minutes to go? My phone would blow up, that's what.
So, I kept running when I shouldn't have. When I walked in the house that night, Laura took one look at me and said, "WTF?" Apparently, my face was a nice shade of purple. My heart was aching. I could barely breathe.
I haven't been right since then and finally made an appointment to get checked out. My doc was vaguely concerned when my blood pressure registered at 180/106. So, to make a long story even longer, my heart is half broken and I've been forced to get back on my blood pressure meds, which I'd carelessly stopped taking six months ago.
I have a lot to live for.
I realize that this sentence ends in a preposition, but I don't care. When you come face to face with death, grammar doesn't matter as much. Melodrama aside, I'm sure I'll be fine, heart-wise.
What matters is my family and friends. My life. The tiny moments during the day when I have to pause and relish in the fullness of my love for the present. The moments when I wake in the middle of the night to find Cyd, who snuck out of her bed to make her nest between us. Her sweet, rhythmic breaths brimming with pure contentment and peace. The moments when Fiona, a now gangly eight-year-old, still so young and innocent, finds comfort as she settles on my lap during movie nights. The moments when we are together, all four of us, as though it has always been.
Also, there's Nutella.