You're a Grand old Chef!

It's Independence day back home! 

A time of cook outs, bon fires, and other fun summer festivities where we burn or explode things! Where you can sit around, drinking and carrying on, and its all in the name of being Patriotic! The fireworks are something I love! Like my birthday and Halloween, any holiday with fireworks gets my heart racing and a smile stuck on my face! This year I am in England, so it is not gonna be the same. Considering this past Thanksgiving, and any other American holiday, I will most likely have celebrate alone, or with people who will love to eat my food. I won't truly be alone. I'll just be the only USA team member abroad celebrating it.

A Brief History of Explosions

"Many people tend to think that we celebrate the Fourth of July because that is the day we received our Independence from England...All thirteen colonies stood behind the Declaration of Independence and adopted it in full on July 4, 1776. This is where the Fourth of July holiday comes in. The Fourth of July is known as Independence Day because that is the day that the Second Continental Congress adopted the full and formal Declaration of Independence."   - This Helpful and Cheery Website

Kinda funny when you think about it! There was a war on and we won it. So now we set more stuff on fire in celebration of that. We are a wild bunch of coconuts, no wonder they kicked us out! Guy Fawkes tries to stand up to Parliament in much the same explosive fashion, and now England celebrates the 5th of November with fire works each year!

Martyr or Glutton?

I know that with all the festivities, it can be a challenge to keep active or to eat right. Making the right choices can sometimes be completely out of our hands, and in the hands of that BBQ party planner with the funny apron. You can be that social pariah, the one who sticks with water and veggie nibbles, flitting about trying to not salivate at the burgers, steaks and potato salad. But why punish yourself? Sadly, the flip side of the 'Martyr at the party' coin is the 'Glutton'. The person who thinks, 'hey I'm on vacation! Who cares? I'll just start back up tomorrow, and it will be fine.' You give into to the peer pressure of over eating, drinking too much, and the next day you regret everything. This year, make a change. Find that happy medium! Don't give into the Martyr or the Glutton, the peer pressure or the self imposed pressure. Everything in moderation! However, if you are anything like me that might be easier as a theory than action. So below are two BBQ recipes that will not only taste amazing, but won't ruin your health decisions!

Healthy BBQ Recipes

1) Slow Fired Spare Ribs + My Secret BBQ Sauce 

For Sauce: 1/2 cup vinegar 1 teaspoon garlic salt 1 teaspoon dry mustard 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce 1 tablespoon of Honey 1 cup ketchup 1 teaspoon of tarragon  pinch of oregano 2 tablespoons brown sugar 1/2 teaspoon black pepper 1 Shot of Whiskey 1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper And of course 4 pounds spareribs to douse it on

All Equipment You’ll Use: Tin Foil Oven Casserole Dish Medium Bowl Spoon Fork Sharp Knife  An Oven (preheated at 200 degrees)

This is one of my favorite indulgent recipes. I use this sauce for special occasions only, and this is one of the first recipes that I have ever told anyone about. My own creation! This sauce can be used for anything: chicken, fish, veggies, or meat.  These ribs are always in demand around the summer. Spicy, sweet, and smokey from the whiskey - they have a flavor that just can't be beat . . . well, maybe by a Texan who can BBQ better than me, but that is not important right now! Make these and you'll be cooler than this cat.

Step 1 Preheat Oven & Prep Casserole Dish (w. Tinfoil) Step 2 In a medium bowl, add all sauce ingredients together. Whisk with a fork until smooth and a bit runny. Set aside. Step 3 Prep the ribs with a quick rinse water. Pat dry. Place in Casserole Dish. Step 4 Lather the top half of the ribs with 1/3 of the sauce. Cover with a second sheet of tin foil. Leave for 90 minutes. Step 5 Uncover the ribs and flip them over. Lather the now top half of the ribs with another 1/3 of the sauce. Cover with tin foil and leave for another 90 minutes. Step 6 Put the ribs in the oven. Bake in open pan at 325° Fahrenheit for 30 minutes. Step 7 Pour the remaining sauce over the ribs. Bake 30 minutes longer. Baste occasionally to make sure ribs are completely covered.

2) Mini Veggie Burgers

For Burger Patties : 1 19 oz can of Cannelloni beans (white kidney beans), rinsed and drained 1 ½ cups of soft bread crumbs ¼ cup of shredded carrot ¼ cup of white onion, finely chopped 1 egg 2 Tbsp of snipped fresh parsley 1 Tbsp of olive oil ¼ tsp of cayenne pepper ¼ tsp of black pepper For Burger Structure : Burger Buns Handful of spinach or lettuce

All Equipment You’ll Use : Medium Bowl Flat plate (for extra bread crumbs and parsley) Fork Large Skillet Stove Top Tooth Picks Spatula Cooking Thermometer

Summer is usually veggie booming time. I’m curious as to why and how we started burning meat in the middle of heat waves, instead of enjoying cold and light foods. Anyone know by any chance? Was it cavemen or something? Well, for my Veggie fans or the parents’/friends’ of veggie heads, please try these amazing tasting, but slightly high in calories veggie burger. Better than buying frozen chemical ones of course, but each mini burger is about 350 calories. A good meal, not a nosh!

Step 1 In a medium bowl, mash beans with a fork. Stir in half the breadcrumbs, the carrot, the onion, egg, half the parsley, the spices, and 1 Tbsp of the olive oil. Place the remaining breadcrumbs and parsley on a flat plate. Stir well. Step 2 Shape the bean mixture into 8 round patties (they will be soft). Dip both sides of each patty in the extra breadcrumbs-parsley mixture. Step 3 In a large skillet, heat 2 Tbsp of olive oil over medium heat. Add the patties, and cook for 3-4 minutes on each side (or until browned). Check with a thermometer that the centers are 160 degrees Fahrenheit. Step 4 Arrange patties on Buns with your burger works and eat them!!

I have a feeling like tomorrow is just gonna turn into the summer time Mardi-Gras of food. Even with that thought... I know what my evening will be like.

 

 

 

Bye For Now XX

Work Outs, Work Outs Everywhere, But Not A One For Me??

"Accentuate the positive, 

Eliminated the negative,

Latch on to the affirmative.

Don't mess with mister in between!" 

 

The Commandments of Stupidity Health

From the tender age of 8, I have truly seen it all when it comes to weight loss and flawed logic. Fat camp does not work. At least when you are not taught the math behind weight loss/gain, or anything about portions sizes. Oh yes, you hear all the lessons:

1. Love yourself. Be confidant of who you are. (Don't allow others to make you feel bad)
2. Bully yourself about the number on the scale or that size. (Let others and yourself judge that number or shape)
3. Constantly think about not over eating food, or eating when bored, or food in general. (Worry about calories with no true idea about how portion sizes work.)
4. Stay Active, always! (Run, jump, dance, walk, play sports, do aerobics or yoga. but never ever get lazy - even when tired, sick, or in pain)

 Please God, Get Me Out of This Talk Circle And I Will Do More For The Earth!

But how are these helpful? Most of my memories about fat camp are grim when I look on them now. Not the over all experience, of course. Kids can make any situation a nightmare or a heaven, and I did love those woods. I was a dreamer kind of kid, one who thought awful things about myself, but never about my talents or my confidence. All of my bitterness was about being fat, and the idea that people treated me horridly for that mere fact. At that age, it didn't matter how active I was. Exercise was a solitary activity in my house. My mom would make me wake up at 5am to go to the gym before school five days a week and signed me up for sports too. No one in my house wanted to go for walks or bike rides with me for enjoyment. Always a punishment, never a joy. A popular punishment for rule breaking at fat camp was to run up a hill we nicknamed 'heart-attack hill', or to go for an early morning run before the long day of working out. But all the camp fire circle therapy sessions singing songs about confidence will never actually do anything. Yes, confidence is important. To want health is key to achieving that goal. But to a kid who knows very little about how the human body gets fat other than "oops I ate too many cookies", knowledge is vastly more important!

Think about it!

If you cannot loose or gain weight like others, would it not be helpful to find out why? Hell fucking yes. People are different. Some have food allergies, food sensitivities, or a chemical issue. It may not be the amount of food they ingest, but the types of foods. I can honestly say that after almost 20 years dealing with weight issues, not one person has shown or taught me how to measure food properly. Oh, I have been told to measure my intake, I have seen the funny visuals of 5lbs of fat versus 5lbs of lean muscle, and the food pyramid. Never how many calories are in a serving of fruits or veggies. Many diets, foods that come per-packaged or powdered, many nutritionists pushing for those or who want to write out a meal plan for me without explaining anything about it to me. Any one else realize this?

Math & Cake Are Lies!!

You can be told the same thing over and over, but never actually get shown what the meanings are to that math equation? And yes, it is all MATH! This is why we are taught math guys, so we could calculate money, time, and calories!

The Greedy & The Ill Informed

I was totally fed up with asking for help from people who mostly wanted me to look unrealistic within weeks, or just wanted my money and cared nothing for the human aspect of lifestyle changing. Sadly, most personal trainers I have worked with (and please remember that I have done extensive personal research since "Got Milk" Ads were still collectables!) were not very knowledgeable about much. They know the basics of course; the machines in the gyms, some sports drills, and perhaps enough knowledge about protein powders to try and make you buy them. But God forbid you ask for anything more personally oriented, like how can I achieve this goal result with this particular obstacle? That is nothing compared to those membership pushers, those non-P.T.'s who are trying to sign you up from that day pass or week pass to a full time contract that you will never get out of without many lawyers and maybe a paintball gun. One woman I used to take a spin class with was accosted by a front man personal trainer who had recently lost some clientele. He knew she had purchased a few monthly passes, but never anything longer than that. This was due to her job, she traveled more times that year than most people travel in lifetimes, and she was not shy about sharing that. He didn't seem to understand that however, and hovered around every station she visited throughout her gym time that day. He used every sale tack tic in the book. That is, until he began to not only disrespect her but became physically threatening. Not only did she stop buying her monthly pass, she calmly and quietly called him a penis, spit on him, walked out after 20 minutes into an hour workout.

The Death of Everyday Trust

Seriously, who can you trust these days about getting healthy and stronger? Your doctor? Nah, he/she costs too much money for advise you can research on Google or medicines that may do more harm than good. Your health teacher? Sorry, they know mostly 'keep active' notions and about sex stuff. Maybe a Personal Trainer who you don't see regularly? Nope. You know what I want? Do you know what I truly believe we all deserve?

 

Somebody who knows what the hell they are talking about! Someone who has not only the knowledge of all that food and portion control info, but can also teach it to me! So that it will stick in my head, or at least I can print off a cheat sheet of info! So fuck it.

I have decided that no one knows what is best for me, other than me! I am not gonna seek help from people who are not willing and adequitly able. I will do it all on my own, with the help of my Pinterest health board, the 12 Week Workout, and my food diary. With you all behind me, I know I cannot fail. However, it is still up to me...

 

Bye For Now X

It Ain't Easy Feeling Green

“Health is the natural condition. When sickness occurs, it is a sign that Nature has gone off course because of a physical or mental imbalance. The road to health for everyone is through moderation, harmony, and a 'sound mind in a sound body'.”
― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World

Being sick is nothing short of hell. 

Your head aches from swollen sinuses and mucus. Your bed has become the Gravitron ride, never ceasing its infernal spinning. Your stomach feels too full and wont stop jitter bugging. There is no control over body temperature or the room's air supply! There is no dam to ebb the flow of your fever sweat. Every stitch of fabric is trying to snuff your life out, but it is better than being outside the protection of it in the harsh 'cold' room. Sneezing hurts, and no amount of soft tissues will sooth the burn that's encasing your nostrils! Your lungs are having a tea party outside in the garden every time you cough, and your throat cough light up Amsterdam its so red! You're achy all over and just want to sleep. No matter how tired you are, sleep eludes you.

However, none of that is worse than missing something you have been waiting weeks for due to illness or injury. I have had to miss three fun days out due to awfulness! I was so tired and busy, I have not even checked the blog. Sorry y'all. Needed some rest desperately! I missed a goofy party, a live game show, and the Pride parade! Thank god for fantastic friends, or my theatre tickets would have gone to a total waste too! 

Is it just me, or do people judge others severely when they are ill or injured?

I always feel guilty when I cannot attend something or do something because I am under the weather or my foot has decided to become troublesome again. It makes me self-conscious. People will think less of me or look at me in a different light because of it. At least, that is what the little voice in my head says. That's the reason I usually push myself to go further, to do more, when I am feeling lousy of in a bit of pain. I once broke my ankle and performed in a walking cast that same day. A few weeks later, in another show, I was doing cartwheels in that same walking cast. All so I could show how dedicated I was, to prove I was reliable and could pull through. An ankle is no foot though. And an injury is not illness.

Honestly though, what blows more than missing out on fun due to . . . well, blowing chunks? Sorry for the visual, and the tacky puns, but a party girl is loosing out on fun due to tummy troubles. Whatever was bugging me has finally been resolved! The relief is undeniable and unending! I think the only truly good thing about being sick . . . possibly the way you can kinda let go and accept doing nothing. I can watch cartoons, eat matzo ball soup, listen to an audio book. Nothing really that physically or mental active. Just enough that I can distract myself from feeling icky. 

Was Getting Sick Better When We Were Small? Do I Remember That Wrong?

When we were kids, our parents had ways they would take care of us (or not, if you had a different sort of childhood/parenting situation going on). My mom always makes chicken noodle soup with broken angle hair pasta, extra celery, and would bring me lime juice. My dad would make very un-amusing jokes about me being sick, or tell me stories about how he was sick back in the day. I cannot tell you the amount of times I've heard the story of how he got drunk, ruined his mother's brand new carpets, and was told he'd get to sleep in the backyard if he was not better house trained. The punch line of this tale from my father's childhood? He got to sleep outside the second time he pulled that. Sometimes the five of us would just sit together. Other times I was kinda left in my room so no one else would get sick, and mom would check on me. She'd come bearing gifts (of soup, water bottles, a towel, a magazine, a thermometer, medicines) and then be off. When you live in a house with three kids, and only one of them is sick, you are desperately trying to keep everyone as healthy as possible.

 

Wish I had thought about the oven mitts!

I could miss school, I could stay in bed all day to paint, relax, do my homework that was due the next day. Being a kid and being sick was the best, unless it was serious sick. Like the chicken pox! That was a hell of a bad time! I remember throwing up right before my mom saw the first dot, in front of my entire first grade class. Not smart was I. She taught me what to do instead of scratch, slap the spots or put on calamine lotion. Any and every itch was met with the same love as a mosquito on the back of your neck.

What do you do when you are sick?

But now, my audience, we are but humble 20 somethings who have just flown the nest. We are just starting out on our own, living in our own spaces, working mind numbing or fun filled jobs. How do we handle getting sick? Do ya journey on, pretending you're healthy until it's true? Do you 'keep a stiff upper lip' and pop some medicine to get through the day? How do any of us cope with illness and injury, now that we are not only responsible for ourselves, but for our jobs too? Someone, anyone, please tell me.  

Bye For Now XX