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The Falling Man-a 9/11 Documentary

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Today marks 15 Septembers since the most tragic day in history I can remember: 9/11. #NeverForget this day in history and all the sacrifices that came with it. #Remember911 for all the heroes that saved lives, lost lives and went above and beyond the call of duty. Be proud of the Flag and the freedom it represents. #freedom, #neverforget, #landofthefree

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How can you not remember that day? September 11, 2001. I think time stood still for several hours; at least it did for me. Let me back up a bit before I get into this particular piece. So my eldest child has been sick this week with some crazy virus. Therefore my hours have been off and I found myself searching the other night for something to watch on television. Flip on Hulu and search “documentaries,” there you go–9/11 and the “Falling Man” piece popped up. I immediately became obsessed. This date resonates with me, as it probably does with most of my generation. It was a day that will and can never be forgotten by our country. Whatever your stance may be for the actions taken after this day, you can’t ignore the utter despair and loss that was felt on September 11, 2001.

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“Mylking” it for all its Worth

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This morning I was recovering from a fun and festive Labor Day weekend, flipping through one of my newer cookbooks.  I wasn’t really looking for anything particular to cook or make, just wanted to relax for a few moments and enjoy the beautiful pictures of delicious-looking food.  The cookbook is called “Nourish:  The Fit Woman’s Cookbook” by Lorna Jane Clarkson.  Clarkson is an Australian native and has created a brand of women’s exercise clothing along with an inspiring health philosophy that involves empowering women to feel good from the inside out.  Her cookbook entwines the positive messages she shares with women, and men, all over the world.  You can check her out at MoveNourishBelieve.com, lornajane.com or look her up on Facebook and Instagram.  She has some great inspirational messages I like to save to my iPhone. Today I put my spiralizer away and pulled out my trusty Vitamix blender (these things are amazing, by the way).

Perhaps after the weekend of relaxing with heavier food than I normally eat and lots of yummy cocktails I was feeling “undernourished.”  I grabbed her book after pouring my coffee to see if anything stood out for me to try this week.  One thing I have wanted to do but have not taken the time to master is making my own nut milk.  And in Clarkson’s cookbook, there was a recipe for macadamia nut “mylk,” as she labels all non-dairy versions of the creamy liquid.  With that in mind, I put my spiralizer away (for a bit) and pulled out my trusty Vitamix blender (again, an amazing kitchen appliance).

Nut milk is all the rage now, especially as “clean eating” and dairy allergies have become more prominent for many people.  But sometimes they can be costly or have added ingredients for flavor and preservation (think sugar for the sweetened versions).  There is also coconut milk, but that has such a strong taste for the people in my house, including myself, I tend to stick to a nut milk in my own recipes.  For this particular recipe, all you will need is one cup of some sort of nut.  I decided to stick with macadamia nuts because I discovered last year that I have a sensitivity to almonds and cashews (my two favorites in the world).  But you could use any nut to make this particular recipe, such as almonds, cashews, and even pecans.

Take the macadamia nuts and soak them in three cups of distilled water at room temperature for three hours.  After they are finished soaking, pour everything into your blender and give it a whirl.  This is why I love my Vitamix because it takes mere seconds to completely pulverize anything.  I also added a touch of vanilla extract for a hint of flavor, but you could keep it simple and plain if vanilla isn’t your thing.  Clarkson suggested cinnamon and honey as other additives to make the milk a little tastier, I just haven’t tried these versions yet.

You will need a few glass jars because this recipe yielded about four cups.  The milk will keep for several days in your refrigerator.  You can add it to anything you would use regular cow’s milk in, especially smoothies, oatmeal and breakfast cereals.  If you are looking for another alternative to dairy, perhaps this homemade glass will be a good second fiddle to your normal routine.  My next attempt is to try and find a replacement for my beloved sour cream.   My research has turned up a couple of recipes using coconut cream, so I will let you know how that journey turns out!

Until next time, cheers!

 

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#backtoschool and In the Kitchen!

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Summer is the time to kick back, relax and enjoy lazy days by the pool.  With it also comes sporadic schedules, sleeping in and a lack of motivation to plan evening meals.  For me, summer with the kids changes on a weekly basis.  Different camps each week means our mealtimes are random and totally unplanned.  That is not exactly a healthy recipe for nutrient-dense meals, so when school starts back up I like to try and get back into the kitchen and focus on healthy and wholesome meals.  Tonight I began my quest to gain my creativity again while using fresh ingredients.

I tend to not usually follow recipes in a book, but like to use them as inspiration to make my own meals.  I will substitute this or add in that to make the meal fit my own dietary needs and create something my husband will eat and enjoy.  It is fun to experiment with different foods and seasonings; I find it as a way to tap into my “left brain” tendencies when I lack the time to focus on writing.  And bottom line is, I love food, especially when it fuels my body and keeps me on track with my health goals.

Tonight I used Instagram and Facebook to post my first attempt to get back to clean eating with an off-the-cuff zucchini ribbon bowl.  I was trying to use up a few things in the fridge before it spoiled, and it turned into something I think I could definitely eat again.  Here is my “recipe.”

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You will need a few simple ingredients:  3 small zucchini, 1/4 of a red onion (diced), minced garlic, some good olive oil, 4 to 5 pieces of crumbled bacon (I try and stick to a brand that is organic), 1 cup of cherry tomatoes (I used yellow since I had them on hand), 1 avocado (diced), 1/2 cup crushed walnuts, 2 or 3 oz. of feta cheese (this is a sheep milk cheese).

To start off, use a spiralizer on the zucchini and set it aside in a bowl.  I have a spiralizer set for my Kitchen Aid mixer which is very easy to use.  Best. Gift. Ever!  I also cooked my bacon in the oven for about 20 minutes at 375 degrees.  So much easier than a skillet and microwave.  After it cooled I crumbled it and set the bacon aside.  Watch out for bacon lovers in your home, they will try and devour your ingredient because the smell waifs throughout the house while it cooks in the oven.

The next step was getting my “sauce” created for the ribbons.  I used around 2 tablespoons of good extra virgin olive oil and turned the skillet on a medium-high heat.  After the oil heated up I added my diced red onion and garlic.  It only takes a couple of minutes for the onion and garlic to soften and open up, so when this happens you want to add your bacon bits and let the flavors start to mesh together.  This is when I added my spices:  a good pinch of cracked black pepper and around 1/3 to a 1/2 teaspoon of Beau Monde seasoning.  You don’t really need salt for this dish because the bacon gives you enough seasoning for that ingredient.  I gently stirred everything together before adding in my tomatoes.   You want to stir them in and let them saute a bit to soften up the skins.  Once this was all combined and heated through I threw in my zucchini ribbons to warm them up in the skillet and coat it with my olive oil sauce.  I actually added a little more olive oil because some of my liquid had evaporated during the cooking process.

After the ribbons heated thoroughly I tossed in the walnuts, feta and avocado then plated it up for my husband and myself.  It was light, not overly acidic and low in carbohydrates.  The avocado and walnuts added in some healthy fat and Omega-3s too.  This is just my own creation, but with zucchini noodles, you can let your creativity flow with whatever your kitchen has to offer.  Last, but not least, finding a wine to pair with the meal (if you are not completely eating clean).  I would choose a nice, crisp Sauvignon Blanc or summer Rose.  Either would nicely compliment the freshness of the ribbons.  Sit, sip and hopefully you enjoy this light and healthy meal while getting back into the groove of #backtoschool.

 

Parenting is…

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Like most parents, my morning begins with a crash of thunder and a flash of lightening.  I chug a scalding cup of coffee just so my liquid caffeine fix can hurriedly begin.  I am down one kid this morning, but still find myself rushing to get my oldest to art class.  It has only been five minutes since I told her “good morning” and suddenly we have reached Def-Com 4!  How did this happen? 

I am sitting in a parking lot typing up my thoughts because I am so baffled as to how my relationship with my daughter can fluxuate so suddenly.  She is like a caged bird fluttering to get out, to experience the “freedom” of the world.  If she only knew how the world lacks the clouds and rainbows she believes exists through the bars of her birdcage (known as childhood).  

Parenting is…what? To those moms and dads out there, what is parenting to you? The frustrations, proud moments, discouragements and triumphs that make us who we are as individuals trying to raise the next generation-are we not all traveling in the same inflatable dingy amidst a vast ocean of decisions and consequences? 

I use this short snippet of thoughts as a teaser to other things I plan to write.  In the meantime I will continue to try and keep my beautiful little bird of a daughter from trying to peck my eyeballs out! (Yes, I am giggling while typing this) 

Until next time, cheers!

The Many Hats of a Daughter

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Have you ever had that feeling, like when you ride a roller coaster and hit the biggest hill? It is the feeling of butterflies in your stomach like it will fly out of your mouth. It provides a sense of immediate euphoria, a natural high, so to speak. I had that today, and I wasn’t even really coasting down a hill on a roller coaster. I was simply driving down the ramp to get on I-55 South from Perryville to Cape Girardeau, Missouri.   I have been under some stress and strain lately and was just trying to get home with two kids in the backseat when I happened to look up and experience it. I suddenly felt like a bird, flying high over the Southeastern landscape of rolling hills and crops. In the distance, I could see the tip of the Bill Emerson bridge that graces the Mississippi River, some 30 miles away. I imagined myself as that bird, coasting in the wind stream, just simply being for a moment in time. No responsibility, no one depending on you for anything. Just simply being a part of nature and something bigger than myself. Relishing in the beauty of what was before me without tears of despair.

For a split second in time, probably for 8 seconds, I was that bird flying high above the rolling world and all its problems. Euphoria was mine and it was beautiful, invigorating but discouraging all at the same time. Because once the car stopped, the music shut off and my foot touched concrete, I suddenly was thrown back into the mayhem my life has been the past week. The ride was over and reality set in strong and hard like the boulder (known as the World) Atlas was forced to carry in Greek mythology.

I stated above that my mom has been ill. I wish I could say this was something sudden, but it is not. It has been an ongoing thing since I lost my dad. Slowly I have watched her mentally slip away from me and crawl into this hole I have been unable to drag her out of for some time. How unfathomable it is for a child to suddenly realize they are no longer the child, but the parent of their parent. That is what I have become; my mother’s caregiver, support system and lifeline. A slew of hats for one daughter to wear, and I am not sure I am up for all the challenges it brings. I want to give my mom the best, do my father proud.  I thank God for my better half in all this. How could I accomplish those tasks without my spouse?

Four years ago I lost my father. He had been ill, a slow and gradual deterioration that he hid from all my family, myself included. I have this feeling my mom has been doing the same thing. Despite efforts from everyone around her to become a part of us and create the next phase of her life, she has struggled with not having the love of her life around day after day. I admire her for that love and dedication towards someone. It shows the amount of love she has for this world and those around her. My mother is an amazing woman, she has taught me all I know in terms of how to be a genuine soul in this crazy world. She has laughed through life, had her ups and downs, and been completely imperfect and wonderful. As much as I am a part of my dad I am just as much a part of my mother. So seeing this deterioration of her life and health happen before my eyes while I have been helpless to stop it has killed me inside. A slow death that hits you suddenly, like a train plowing across the tracks.

It has made me think of the many responsibilities, or “hats,” a daughter wears throughout life. How does the saying go? “A son is a son until he takes a wife, a daughter is a daughter for life.” My mother told me that a long time ago, way before I was married or even dating anyone. Almost like her own premonition that I would be the one to nurture and help my dad and her as they aged throughout life. I didn’t have the opportunity to care for my dad, although I would have if he had offered the occasion. There wasn’t enough time for it and I lost a piece of that responsibility.

Now we turn to my mother whom I want to care for, but I also want her to reciprocate that care with optimism and gumption to get out of bed every day. One of my latest hats, I guess. One of the many other hats I have acquired throughout my life. Being a wife to someone I love dearly. Being the best mom I know how to be to my children and trying to be supportive and active in the lives of my friends and family. So many hats yet my head keeps shrinking somehow. Or maybe that is what happens when you take on the heartaches and hardships of others and forget to make time for yourself. You forget to breathe in and out, to survive and be present for the ones closest to you. My big fear with all my hats is that my daughter has experienced my emotional processing of several “hat falls.” She has seen me grieve over the loss of an unborn child, a father and now the health of my mother. Will that forever change her for good or bad? I always talk openly with her, but I am so fearful I am making her into an “old soul” too fast and stripping her of childhood naivety. Despite efforts to hide the few anguishing moments I have had, she seems to sense something in me, a need for her hug and comes running to the door.

Perhaps it is the same connection I have had with my own mother in the past, maybe not so much in present time because I am trying to raise my own daughter. But there are definite correlations and I am fully aware of it all. Yet, the emotions continue and again I switch hats with every hour of the day. Each change brings a variety of sensations. Frustration, anger, fear, sadness and heartache are all swimming around on top of my head while waiting for me to reach up and grab the proper “attire.” I am taking care of my mother now, helping her get well and back on her feet. Am I doing what my dad would want and agree with regarding her healthcare? I will never know and I have never felt so far away from him. No calming words and reassurance that all will be okay. I am swimming through medical jargon alone because my mother is not able to really tell me honestly. I rely on others’ advice, but in the end, I just wish I had my dad here. It is hard to explain the hat of an “only daughter.” Wanting to be in so many places at one time and realizing you can’t. How awful a realization that is for someone of my personality. I have always been a person to do it myself. Go it alone, but now I can’t do that and I have shed tears over the loss of that independence. Yet, the support I have from my family, my husband and even my kids lift me back up to see the dawn of another day. To put my Scarlett O’Hara shoes on and say “tomorrow is another day.” I can do this, and it will all be okay in the end. There is no way on Earth I could survive without them. I just have to get to a place I feel comfortable with, and I have to get my mother there too.

Therein lies the road as it diverges, one path easy, the other rough and rugged. Time will tell which path we are led down.  Time will tell me which hat to wear next.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

–Robert Frost (1874–1963)

 

 

 

Loosing a Father.

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Loosing a Father.

In honor of Father’s Day I wanted to reblog something I wrote about my dad on the one year anniversary of his death. To all the Dads out there who love their families, may you always feel that love in return. I miss you Dad, each and every day. All my love to you, Cheers!

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*Written January 21, 2013*

The one-year anniversary of my father’s death rapidly approaches and I have found myself contemplating the past year without his presence.  Dad and I were so close, as close as any daughter could be to her father.  We were so much alike, yet different in many ways.  Dad was always someone I could talk to and know I would get that “realistic perspective” of life, and he was never afraid to tell me his honest opinion-even if it was completely opposite of what I wanted to hear.

Dad touched a lot of lives for the 72 years he called Earth home.  He was a husband, a father, an uncle, and a grandfather.  But what he loved being the most was a doctor.  For the sake of time and space, Dad’s medical career was outstanding.  He started out as a general practitioner in the Air Force back…

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The Amazing Avocado

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In lieu of my attempt to eat wholesome, minimally processed foods, I thought it might be interesting to look up some of those “wonder foods” and really find out why so many people are touting their health benefits.  The one I see pop up the most is the avocado.

Besides being a beautiful green color when split open (mind you, if overripe you get an ugly brown-bleh!), this little miracle fruit finds itself mixed, diced and folded into a slew of my whole food recipes.  And yes, I did type fruit because, much to my chagrin, I discovered the avocado is a member of the fruit family.  In case you needed some useless fun facts to throw out at your next soiree, avocados are native to Central and South America and did not reach the United States until the early twentieth century.  These tasty treats are best grown in tropical and subtropical climates, which explains why you see the majority distributed from Mexico and Central America.

Avocados come in three major categories, the West Indian, Guatemalan and Mexican varieties.  Where they are grown determines the type of climate best needed for optimal development.  The West Indian varieties do better in tropical climates; Guatemalan fare better in higher altitudes and Mexican avocados can withstand dry, arid conditions.  Therefore, you may want to think twice before trying to plant and grow avocados in this year’s backyard garden.

Aside from finding out where they come from, avocados used to receive a bad reputation for being high-fat, unhealthy foods.  So if you ever needed an excuse to have an extra dip into the guacamole bowl at your favorite Mexican eatery, then remind yourself of this: avocados are an excellent source of monounsaturated fatty acids, potassium, vitamins A, B, E and K.  Besides also containing minerals like magnesium, iron and copper, avocados are also an excellent source of fiber.  In fact, according to some of my nutrition books I keep on the shelf, avocados are known to have as much potassium as 2 or 3 bananas! Maybe this is why I see so many smoothie recipes require me to throw in part of one in my morning shake.

The downside is of course the avocado’s high calorie and fat content.  But if you look at all the health benefits that go with this magical fruit, it might behoove you to swap out a serving of tree nuts or legumes and eat some avocado instead.  The monounsaturated fat found in avocados (which explains the high fat content) are good for the body, much like olive oil, because it can help lower cholesterol thanks to the oleic and linoleic acids. This means avocados may help lower those bad LDL cholesterol levels and keep the good HDL levels high, which can help decrease your chance of heart disease and cholesterol build-up in your arteries.  Avocados have recently been discovered to help with adrenal fatigue, most likely because of the high magnesium content.  Research suggests eating an avocado once a day to help combat adrenal fatigue, something know to contribute to a slew of health issues ranging from depression to weight gain.  Avocados may not completely eliminate this syndrome, but it definitely can’t make it worse.  So if you think or know you suffer from adrenal fatigue, it might do you good to get some testing done and throw in an avocado into your daily eating routine.

Avocados are simple to add to your diet thanks to their mild flavor and soft texture. Besides making a great homemade guacamole, you can dice avocados up in to just about any salad, top off your morning eggs with a few slices, or even mash half an avocado on your bread instead of mayonnaise.  The flavor of avocados make it easy to mix and blend into sauces and dressings.  It all depends on the type of taste you or your family prefers.

So the next time you are at your local grocery store, consider picking up an avocado or two to have on hand at home.  To choose the perfect avocado look for a dark green to almost purple skin and it should be easy to indent the side with just a slight push of your thumb. If you only have bright green avocados to choose from, simply stick them in a brown paper bag when you get home and they will quickly ripen in just a few days. Whatever you do, don’t miss out on these amazing fruits and the health benefits they bring to your body!

Turning Lemons into “Lemonade”

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To be sitting at my laptop and actually typing is such a treat. I have not had a chance to write in a LONG while for the simple fact I have been back in school. Wait, school-seriously? Why would someone at my age want to go back to school and deal with homework, study groups, projects and such…all while juggling children, family and life in general? Well, it is something I have found that fits into my niche of health, exercise and doing things daily to improve one’s self, as well as the improvement of others around me. I am studying to be a Healthy Lifestyle Coach, and so far my classes have been very challenging, but extremely interesting! (This is good because there have been many late nights when my eyes would rather close at 9 p.m. instead of 1 a.m.)

So writing on my blog has not been a top priority for me, but there are many things I plan to write about, and I have been diligently keeping a log of ideas with pictures to show the two or three people who may read my words.

One thing I have put off doing in recent weeks (besides making my Kombucha brew-see a previous article on that one) is making my own preserved lemons. Preserved lemons are typically found in Moroccan cuisine. They are tangy, tart and add amazing flavor to anything from chicken to beef stew. I first discovered this culinary treat when I purchased a cookbook by the über-famous, somewhat quirky, Gwyneth Paltrow. She has several cookbooks out, all of which I have sitting on my kitchen counter. I just love her simple love of ingredients and wholesome goodness when it comes to cooking. But some of her recipes have a few hard-to-find items that I needed to order online just to try the recipe. One of those being “preserved lemons.” And when you order something like that off Amazon, it amazingly comes in a small jar with maybe two lemons in it instead of a five-gallon jar of lemons floating in a salt solution. All for the awesome price of, well, let’s not go there.

Never using something like this before in my recipes, I needed to figure out what the taste was going to be like for my meal. So I took a small piece and popped it nonchalantly in my mouth. WOW! Imagine a Sour Patch Kid on crack and that can give you the idea of the level of acidity this product has in one small jar. But it just mellowed so beautifully in my chicken dish! Imagine the possibilities this same mouth-puckering morsel could do to other dishes that maybe needed a little pick-me-up. Of course, now I was fully sold on the beauty this simple culinary addition could add to my cooking capabilities.

But ordering online is a pain, and when you don’t use things frequently enough, they go bad. Then you have to re-order online, wait and wait some more. Now, if I lived in a thriving metropolitan community, this would be a different story. But I don’t, so I have to get a little creative. Luckily I am an avid watcher of Food Network Television. One day, Ina Garten was making some sort of French-inspired dish, but she used preserved lemons and demonstrated how to make them! Of course I didn’t have the chance to finish the episode, but it got me thinking…if Ina can make her own preserved lemons, why can’t I do it?

On to research and Google. I located a simple, simple recipe to make preserved lemons and grew giddy with excitement over all the money I was going to save in shipping fees! The recipe is simple and inexpensive, so if you want to take a shot at cooking with preserved lemons, this is the way to go without paying a lot of money for a small amount of product. Your patience will be well rewarded with a yummy accent to your daily cooking.

Here is what you will need for making homemade preserved lemons:

I used a small bag, around 5 lb. bag, of seedless lemons. The recipe called for Meyer lemons but my grocery store was out. Meyer lemons are a bit “sweeter” than a traditional lemon. If you can’t find Meyer, hang loose and just get regular lemons.

You will also need some lemon juice on hand, around 1 or 2 cups. Kosher salt or regular sea salt is another item needed. Finally, you need some sterile mason jars with lids.

 

Recipe:

Scrub clean 4 to 6 lemons. Cut ¼ off one end of each lemon and then make a cut into the lemon that divides it in half, but do NOT cut all the way through the lemon. Make another cut so the lemon is now divided in quarters. Again, don’t cut all the way through the lemon. It needs to stay together at the base.

 

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Next, take your kosher salt and rub on the outside of the cut lemons. Then take the wedges (still connected), spread open and put more kosher salt on the inside of each lemon.

IMG_7987Place 1 or 2 tablespoons of kosher salt in the bottom of your mason jars (probably 2 is enough for 4-6 lemons).

Now, place the salted lemon pieces into the salted mason jars. Gently press the lemons down so that all the juice can come out and start to cover the lemons in the jar. You will need to add more lemon juice at this point so that the lemons are completely covered in the jar.

Once the lemons are packed into their salty nest, completely covered in lemony liquid, you can screw the lid on the jar and set it on your counter. The jar needs to sit for around 3 days at room temperature. During this time you need to be sure to flip the jar upside down several times to get all the liquid around the lemons. This also helps to dissolve the salt.

After the three days, put the lemons in the refrigerator for up to three weeks. Remember to turn the jar upside down every so often. The rinds of the lemons will soften during this time.

When the three weeks or so is up, the lemons are ready to use for cooking. When you use a lemon, one wedge at a time, cut the pulp out from the rind. You are only after that part of the lemon at this point. The rind can be diced up and used in sauces, soups, marinades and salad dressings. Whenever you want to have a “lemony essence” in a dish, here is your answer. But a little goes a long way, so try a small slice and if you want more zing, then add more. You don’t want to overpower your dish. I love to use these little treasures in my sauces for chicken, lamb or turkey dishes. Another great idea is to mix in plain Greek yogurt with some garlic and chives. It can become a great mix to put over roasted broccoli or smoked salmon.

Of course when I talk of food I love to talk wine. So when I think of preserved lemons I lean towards a wine with more acidity. This brings me to some great Sauvignon Blancs and White Burgundies. There is no need to break the bank on a bottle either. Kim Crawford, out of Australia, has one of the best Sauvignon Blancs in my own opinion. Another great label to look for is the Macôn-Villages label from the Burgundy region of France. Some of these wines are very inexpensive, delicious to drink on their own or enjoy with a great meal…including your newly made preserved lemons, of course.

Either route you choose, remember you want to ask or find a wine that has some great acidity to it. Don’t go for oak-based whites. That will mute the flavor of your lemons. So go out, preserve, cook and drink…and may you be merry in it all!

Until next time,

Cheers

Color in all the Wrong Places

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I am a person who loves color. Red, yellow, blue, pink, oh how the list goes on and on. But one place I do not like to have color in is my food. Now, I am not talking about the “rainbow” of colors you get from fruits and vegetables. I am talking about the artificial colors used in a majority of our processed foods you find in grocery stores across the county, even the world. If you have missed the memo on artificial dyes found in foods, don’t feel bad. It is not a widely publicized topic of conversation on your local news. You probably hear more about Kim Kardashian’s outrageous style disasters before you hear the term “Yellow 6” or “Red 40.” If you have come across this information, then you have an idea of where this article is going to go.

In this latest post, I am not going to bog you down with scientific details or research explanations. It would take too much time, and quite frankly, I think you would loose interest. I just want to highlight the nitty-gritties of this so you can become more aware of what you are putting into your body, and the bodies of those around you.

I recently became interested in learning more about artificial food dyes after talking with a health professional about my daughter’s rather limited diet. My oldest has been a picky eater since she could self-feed. And it has been hands-down one of the most frustrating experiences as a parent. Sitting at the kitchen table until nine o’clock at night, tempers flared and still not a single green bean has left the plate. Battles over limiting candy and fighting off soda cravings. And the ironic thing is, as my friends would tell you, I am an extremely health-conscious person. Don’t get me wrong; I do indulge in fried foods, delicious desserts and frozen margaritas. But I also find a way to balance my indulgences with sensible eating and moderation.   I want to put forward a positive example for my family, and honestly, I love learning about healthy nutrition. So having a kid that is the exact opposite of me when it comes to food has been exasperating, to say the least.

The problem is, our children (and ourselves) are engulfed on a daily basis with unhealthy foods and treats. You see it in gas stations, on billboards, television commercials and in most of your grocery aisles. These tempting items smack us in the face constantly, and when you dive into the forbidden pleasure, it leaves you wanting more. It is the world we live in, so can you blame a 7-year-old child for wanting all those delicious treats offered by large food corporations? When parents or caregivers don’t make healthy choices, how are we supposed to expect children to do the same? They have to depend on us to teach them how to make good choices (when they want to actually listen to us). Yet, Oreos and Cheesy Puffs still land in the grocery cart more often than we care to admit because the fight gets tiresome. I totally get it, and I am completely guilty of this crime.

But now that I have read some information from published research studies (check out new research done by Purdue University on dyes in foods), I now look at food labels much differently. And I have cleaned out my pantry and eliminated the foods that have these dyes. Sound impossible? It really isn’t too hard once you know what to look for and how to find substantial substitutes.

What exactly are you looking for on a label? The most common dyes you will see in your boxes of macaroni and cheese, fruity kids cereals and powdered drink mixes are Red 40, Yellow 5 and Yellow 6. Companies also use Blue 1 (think candy-coated chocolates). These dyes are listed for all to see, usually at the bottom of the ingredients, underneath the Nutrition Facts.

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When dyes first came into play during the 1950’s, not much information was available on the long-term effects they posed on the general public. But now that food companies put them in so many things we eat each day, the consequences are becoming greater and people want answers. More and more information is coming out each year about this subject, and in 2011 the FDA acknowledged that food dyes could cause behavioral problems. The findings from Purdue University’s research I mentioned earlier (Journal of Clinical Pediatrics) have found that when dyes are consumed in large quantities daily (100 mg or more), behaviors in children are affected.

To put this in perspective, if your kid eats a bag of Skittles, he or she will consume around 33 mg of dye per serving. Kraft Macaroni and Cheese was found to have a little over 17mg of artificial dye per serving. My kids eat this particular item almost once a day. Start adding things together and there is a good chance you run well over 100 mg on a daily basis. Remember, some kids will be more sensitive than others, but if you have a child that has repeated behavioral problems (outside the normal tantrums and struggles you see at each developmental stage) and trouble in school, you may want to make a food diary of what he or she is eating. This includes the things they eat when they are not in your presence. Just remember the saying, “you are what you eat!”

After pulling out a few things my daughter eats daily, (eh-hem) Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, I found out she not only eats too much sugar, but the foods I thought were okay turned out to have these dyes. It makes sense when you start connecting the dots, especially if your kid is acting out-of-the-ordinary. I am not throwing the gauntlet down and telling all of you to go crazy and throw out your entire pantry. But maybe just take some baby steps, like I am doing, and start eliminating/replacing certain items eaten most often with healthier alternatives. Look for organic items that use natural vegetable extracts for coloring. They will list these extracts on the ingredients, same spot where a dye would be located. And many organic candies, although use sugar, do eliminate artificial dyes. Drinks are the most notorious for using dyes, so try and find organic juices and sodas (this means no more low-calorie powdered drink mixes). I just found a company that makes flavored extracts for your water so you can still get a low-calorie option without the harmful side-affects (www.flavrzdrinkmix.com). And you have to remember the taste of what you replace your favorite snacks with will be a bit different, but isn’t it worth a try?

My biggest smile from all this research is that it has NOT come to my attention to find Red 40 in any of my favorite red wine labels. Dodged that bullet, thank goodness! So open up a bottle of wine and start looking at your food labels. Let’s try and get awareness out amongst friends and family about why the FDA needs to really start regulating and eliminating these harmful dyes in our everyday foods.

Americans Yawning at Wine?

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This evening I was sitting (which doesn’t happen often in this house) reading my latest Wine Spectator magazine (I still have three previous issues I need to read), and of course, sipping a glass of wine. Now, don’t think I am going all “pompous” on you here. I wasn’t wearing a smoker’s jacket or silk pajamas. Classical music was not playing in the background. Actually, I had my ratty pajamas on, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse blasting on the television and a 3-year-old singing “Thomas the Train’s” theme song. Not really the atmosphere adhering to an issue of Wine Spectator. But this is my life, and at least I get to have a little indulgence every once-and-again.

If you have never had the chance to read a Wine Spectator, I urge you to pick up a copy the next time you find yourself roaming the magazine aisles at Barnes and Noble. Even if you despise wine and only drink whiskey or tequila (which they advertise profusely in their magazines), you should flip through it for the simple fact this company has one of the best-produced pieces of “quick read” literatures on the market. Not only is the magazine larger than any other on the stands, but also the pages feel so much different than your typical monthly read. They are thick and rich in color. It is almost like you can feel the font on each page you hold. Okay, sorry for digressing. I get lost in thought on these things. I love the written word, especially when I get to hold it in my hands. So it hits a pretty soft spot for me. If you really don’t care about all that, pick it up for the good wine tips and buyers guide at least. You never know whom you will impress.

My point in this post is not to talk about how fantastic the pages of Wine Spectator are, but rather, to bring up an interesting point I read in the latest issue. In the “Grapevine” section for this month it talked about how Bordeaux wines have started dropping prices. It then makes a correlating statement about younger generation Americans not willing or truly understanding why it is important to pay higher prices for wines coming from First Growth vineyards in France. I have to say, as a Generation X wine-drinker, I agree with what the article seemed to lament. I see this so often among my peers. They want a wine, something to drink tonight with a steak or great piece of fish. They are usually not looking for wine to cellar for years to come, anticipating in the way it will taste at a child’s graduation dinner or wedding reception. And honestly, that is okay. Passion for wine has to start somewhere along the road of life, and sometimes it never really gets above the “let’s have a few bottles on hand when we feel the mood strike” level.

I may be reaching out on a limb with this one, but there might be some truth to the article’s statement about how “Bordeaux has also failed to ignite interest in the next generation of wine drinkers.” Ralph Sands, senior wine specialist at California-based K & L Wine Merchants goes on to suggest, “Bordeaux needs to upgrade the little marketing that they do here in America to attract new young buyers before it’s too late.” Is he right? Who knows, but it is an interesting piece of information to ponder for wine aficionados out there. Fact is, I can see the generational gap in wine buying when it comes to high-priced French, and even American wines, fade a little. Especially if it is a bottle never before tasted.  Many of the First Growth and Second Growth Bordeaux wines need to cellar for several years after they are released on the shelf to really become ready to drink.  They are usually very tannic wines, and can turn off a newly groomed wine palate.  I remember how my dad used to cringe when he opened a nice Bordeaux and I could barely stomach the stuff!  These wines can be an acquired taste, and for a “green” wine drinker, not always the best “bang for your buck.”  But it doesn’t make them bad wines or wines unworthy to buy.  There just needs to be a little education and marketing behind them for newcomers roaming wine aisles across the country.

When there are so many great wines you can open for much cheaper prices, why buy an expensive bottle, or a case for that matter. Why spend money on something unknown if you don’t plan to cellar it and wait for the “great moment” when it should be opened. This is even truer for shoppers who go in to a store to buy a bottle and look at the labels, lost in a reverie of hard-to-pronounce vineyards from far-off countries. Unless you ask the store’s proprietor, or do your own research, it can be a total crapshoot.

But do I buy the nicer bottles, yes, and that is because a great man who loved his “high-priced Bordeaux wines” raised me. And they are delicious wines I enjoy opening for friends and family members who have never, or may never, experience this style of wine. I toast him and think of him with each pop of the cork. It is his legacy to me, and a legacy to his grandchildren.  I then tell a story about the wine and why it was one of his favorites to my drinking audience.  At the same time, I love finding a great deal on a bottle of wine, and then shock the hell out of my wine friends who assume it is a costly bottle simply because of the flavor and body it holds.

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As our society ebbs and flows, so will the world of wine. Anyone owning a vineyard in France (specifically Bordeaux) probably has an idea that marketing needs to change with the times, that name recognition will not always win consumers. Promoting your wine and telling new wine drinkers why it is so fabulous and unique are great necessities for survival. And that is okay, it is business and how the “cookie crumbles” in a buyer’s market.

A friend of mine, who is a great French Burgundy aficionado, once told me that wine is great not because of the year, but because of who drinks it with you. I think my generation, and generations below me, adhere to this because they love the idea of opening a good wine with great friends as opposed to opening great wines by themselves.

So my wine advice for today is not to be afraid to take a leap on a bottle of wine. If you have had wine before, you probably know a little about your personal variety preference (cabernet, pinot noir, etc.). Perhaps you want to venture out and experience great Bordeaux. Unsure what to buy? Take my earlier reading advice and look at the Wine Spectator’s buyer’s guide. But if you are not ready, it is okay.  Don’t think because a wine is costly, or comes from a particular region, it is worth breaking your budget. There are lots a great wines out there, expensive and inexpensive, French and American. And many times big-name French labels will have less-expensive wines to offer with the same great quality and flavor as their more “collectible pieces.” Once you find the wine, get a group of great friends, open it up and make some memories. I guarantee it will make the vino taste that much better.

Until next time, cheers!

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