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Holy Moly summer weather, it is too hot to turn the oven on. What do you do when you are starving, but don’t want to cook a big meal?? I say, “salad me up.” What a way to get a nutritious and filling meal. Yes!! The salad is the whole meal. Salad is a delicious mix of all vegetables to your fancy, you can add fruits too — like mangos, mandarin oranges, strawberries, blueberries… (Dang, I should have added one of these tonight)
I heard once that a colorful meal feeds your soul as well as your brain, muscles, and nervous system. Creating a rainbow in a bowl is just what Dr. Chef recommends.
I started with couscous, as it boiled over a low flame I prepped the veggies. I don’t like my lettuce in huge pieces so I cut it into bite size, then I chop fresh basil. Next I pull bell peppers form the fridge–red and green, a good source of vitamin C. I cut broccoli to bite size and soak it in water, always wash your veggies thoroughly. Minced garlic adds some spice along with diced carrots and red onion. What else can I fit in there?? Oh, a nice ripe avocado for a topper will be nice and a sprinkle of sunflower seeds adds a little crunch. Sun-dried tomatoes and fresh, mixed-color roma tomatoes for something yellow, red and purple. I love those little, colored tomatoes — they are so tasty, juicy, and pop in your mouth.
After mixing it all together I have more than enough. Leftover’s for lunch tomorrow, maybe add some chic peas to it!!
I layered the salad, avocado, nuts, a little lemon juice, a touch of honey mustard, and top it with the couscous. I couldn’t eat it fast enough. However don’t eat too fast, it will upset your tu
mmy. For the drinkers out there a nice glass of red, dry wine goes well with this type of salad. MMMMMMM, stay cool and get full
Cheers!!
have heard my whole life that I need to take vitamins. “Why?” I always asked myself. The reply was usually a generic, because you need to make sure you get all the nutrients you need in a day. Whoa, what. You mean the food I eat isn’t enough?? I just couldn’t rap my head around it. I would even go as far as to buy the pretty decorated bottle of Supplements, but, I never took them. I felt like I was cheating. I’d rather eat food instead of pills — food is more tasty, filling and fun to make. With that said I understand that after prepping and cooking fruits and veggies can lose some of their nutritional value — Ok, but how does a synthetic pill make up for that. After I asked this question I was turned onto whole food vitamins. I thought, “I’ll try it.” So for the past 12 years I have been eating organic food and taking whole food vitamins.
Pills do not taste great, and they are the size of my thumb. Taking them is not my favorite part of the day and could often be skipped. I started juicing — without a juicer, super hard to do by hand and I don’t suggest this method. I thought I could lose the supplement. It was tasty, but oh my gosh was I hungry, all the time. Then I read juicing and eating raw food is OK, but like everything else, in moderation. I learned about balancing raw and cooked food in order to have smooth digestion and, of course, balance. I felt healthy with this diet yet I still lacked energy. I craved meat which I assume a lack of iron… and I am sure Dr. Oz could and would tell me more. Again I was back to adding a supplement to my everyday diet.
As time moved forward so did my research on healthy, nutritious living. I found out my whole food vitamins weren’t so whole. Ugh, here we go again, only this time its about GMO’s. My “wholy-goodness” pill became only half as good. And I was back to feeling guilty about spending money on vitamins, because I am not going to eat them, because even though I can pronounce what is in them, it is still not good enough and contradicts the purpose. Did you know that ascorbic acid is not vitaminC. According to undergroundhealth.com true vitamin C without GMO’s is not even sold in the U.S. One will have to go online to European, Canadian, etc. companies for purchase. Or, just eat some green and red peppers — preferably organic. Grocery shopping has become a chore no doubt, I stand in the aisle twice as long reading labels. Fruits and veggies have become my favorite foods to shop for, they are the simplest — go to the section which reads Organic. Washing them gets a little task heavy, but worth it.
Researching information on what GMO’s are and how they are distributed through our food chain is frightening and a whole other blog post. I feel as though my options for truly health
y foods are becoming slimmer and more expensive. I love corn, now I don’t eat it. A cow and its byproducts — gone. Food, a very vital substance to daily health and life survival is the most compromised commodity, even the substitutes that the FDA wants to pump out are compromised, or rather full of stuff I can not pronounce let alone consume.
Are we going to get a break? Why yes I think we are…
So with a little digging I found out where there is a kind diet there is a kind vitamin. Alicia Silverstone had some similar questions about whole food supplements and has come up with an organic, non-gmo solution. Coupling with the company Garden of Life they have created a whole food vitamin, Kind Organics, found at www.http://organicmulti.com. I have yet to purchase any — I just found out about it, but you bet your pretty fanny I am on my way. You can go online and find out where the closest market is to you using the search tool. They seem to be wide spread through Whole Foods Market and The Vitamin Shoppe. My parents live in a very rural area, and Kind Organics are being sold there in the tiniest little health shop — so the search engine works, you can find them anywhere.
Food is still more better, but these little pills may be the help we need when our food lacks nutrition. Support your Local Organic Farmers, Support non-GMO, Promote healthy living.
Ceasing the moment…or playing games? I had in mind before I left the house how the night would go down, I had it all played out in my head–go to the screening, meet people at the reception, go to the in-n-out burger, go home and write. Writing is about the only thing which played out.
I went. As I strolled up to the line of movie goers I saw a guy smoking–out of line, on his phone, wearing a black dress coat and hightop sneakers. My first thought was about his shoes, “Sarah is right, every guy wears sneakers no matter what the occasion, casual or suit and tie.” It’s not a bad thing, or a thing at all. Just an observation. I probably tried on three different pairs of shoes before I made any final decisions, and I am considered low maintenance.
He looked up at me as I stood at the back of the line. “Nice shirt.” He said.
“Nice shoes.” I thought; they were actually pretty cool looking sneakers.
“BJ Levin.” He stuck out his hand.
At first I thought he said BJ eleven, like the number 11, Oh god. “Corrie.” I shook his hand.
“Have you been to many of these?” He asked.
“No actually, this is my first time.” I said.
“No way.” He laughed. “I flew out from NY for this.”
I continued to explain that I had just moved here, but he had already moved on. Our conversation went to what we do, “This is my show.” He said.
“Here we go…” I thought. “Oh really, how cool.” I said. I asked him a few questions about the show and he asked me about my life, why am I in LA? I told him I would rather live in NY.
He said, “Why not. You can do anything you want.”
I hate it when people say that, especially those who are fortunate to do what they want. I explained I moved here for love and of course I received a usual response, “How’s that going?” As many times I get asked that question one would think I may have a clever come back. No, I am stumped every time, and really have no response at all.
“A work in progress huh?”
“Yes.” I smiled, laughed and shook my head.
“Listen, follow your dreams, if you’re a writer then write. You don’t need a piece of paper to tell you so. There is a reception to follow the screening, come find me, OK.” He smiled as he moved on.
“Hmm, he was listing, I hope my car is OK.” Honestly I didn’t believe he was the executive producer of the show and I was more concerned if I was going to be towed from the lot I had parked in. And what is up with that name, BJ eleven. I wonder how he spells it, does he put the number 11 after it, is there a space between ’em, oh, I bet he spells it bj–bj11, so weird.
I love it when I am wrong. As I caught up with the valet guys and established auto safety and made it back to my seat, BJ entered the stage, “Hello my name is BJ Levin…” Oh my goodness, it’s not the number 11, I am so glad I kept my mouth shut. He commenced his speech about the show, Vice, on HBO. Well, I guess not everyone is full of shit, and I owed him an apology.
That is not the awkward moment, It gets better, weirder–I don’t know. But as I stagger out with the rest of the flock for the reception I was pushed into another guy standing in the hallway. “Don’t mean to crowd your personal space.” I said.
As I approached BJ he smiled, “Hey, how did you like it?”
“I have to apologize.” I said
“What do yo mean?” His eyes sparkled and he shifted in his stance, became a little hesitant.
“I didn’t believe you earlier, I thought you were bullshitting me about Vice being your show.”
“Are you serious?” He sounded a little put off, I guess I could understand.
“Yeah, I know I’m lame. Sooo, I feel bad and like I should say something. I really do dig this show, your show.”
“I can’t believe you thought I am just some asshole, schmuck kind of kind of guy… Hey guys,” He turns to a group of three others standing close by, “This is Corrie, famous writer, she thought I was just some asshole lying to her about running the show.”
They all laughed a little and murmured little comments under their breathe. What a way to break the ice for conversation with the Kings of HBO. I stood there a little sheepish with his crew while it all came together–who is who and how I’m the asshole for thinking the other. They all thought it was funny that I didn’t believe BJ was the EP. I was happy about leaving the house and fighting traffic for this moment. The event became invigorating and inspiring to meet and listen to these guys who make the show run and how they make it run, work and stay alive.
The reception died out I was left alone with the hallway guy. “You again.” He said.
“Yup, what now?”
Silence, awkward.
Well, do what you preach, right? All summer I have been telling my boyfriends kids to go out and try new things, meet some people their own age… Tonight I could have done the same thing, but I didn’t. “Why”, I asked myself, “did I not take the time to go?” I busied myself all day with nothing around the house and when I emerged from the shower it was too late. I had a total of 15min to be ready and walk out the door. I was in a towel, half lotioned and the dog still needed tending to. I sabotaged a perfectly great opportunity to mingle and meet people who may have similar interests. If anything I may have learned what it was that drove a fellow writer into showbiz.
I was to attend a panel for the Netflix show “Orange is the New Black.” Jenji Kohen, creator, was supposed to be there. It would have been nice to hear her talk. There was a reception following the panel and I may have been able to mingle and meet some new cool people. I freaked out, silently inside and basically couldn’t leave the house. I felt like I wouldn’t know what to say, or that I wouldn’t have anything in common with them because I am not successful.
WAIT!! What? It was in this moment I found myself doubting who I am and what I have accomplished thus far. I started to think what the bigger issue may be, and realized I am feeling more displaced than ever before. I realized that I am totally alone–and not in a good way. Destructive alone-ness. Not a good place to be, so I did what any one in my shoes would do, I looked up an AA meeting. It hit me that I don’t need to be alone and that I can share my feelings anonymously in a meeting.
I am in a new city, and my only friend is my boyfriend. I need to get out and find a life outside my life before I end up codependent. I don’t want to lose myself, I like me way too much. I started to think about what I did before I moved, and I don’t like what I came up with. NOTHING. No wonder I am feeling displaced, I don’t know what to do with myself–physically and mentally.
YA YA, last few years I was in school, graduating, pretty big deal. It kept me busy, but what about before that. OH thats right, I was at the bars drinking. Socializing all the time with cocktails in my hands. It was easy to stay away from it all when I was studying, but now, in a new city, no friends, no social life, no existence to the outside world–beyond Facebook, if that even counts… I am finding that I am losing steam, drive, motivation. This is a little scary.
I learned how to live without the alcohol, meaning not drink. But now I am finding that I need to learn how to live with myself without the distractions. What is it that is stopping me from pursuing success, not by anyone else’s standards but my own. Why am I not doing what I really want to do? Do I even know what I really want to do?
Yes, Yes I do. I want to write, be educated, teach others to live up to their potential… hmmmmm, can’t do that unless I am doing it. Coulda, woulda, shoulda… will leave you crying, wondering. I guess next time I will go to the “panel” no matter how displaced I feel, its better than missing out on life.
CDibbs 