It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten Chicken Cordon Bleu….over 20 years. The last time I ate it, was at a restaurant in California and I woke in the middle of the night sicker than anything. I haven’t touched it since.
Until this morning. Yes for breakfast.
Last night I prepared it for my husband and I and we were unable to sit down together to eat because of circumstances beyond our control. So he grabbed fast food, I ate one of my chocolate chip cookies I had made and some hot tea.
But this morning I am hungry and I am too lazy to roast my normal morning veggies. I cut off about a quarter of the chicken breast and heated it.
It tastes much better homemade, with fresh ingredients. A fine way to start my morning and think about what I will do, on this overcast day of mine.
Wanting to paint again, I may line up ideas for Christmas cards. I know it’s early, but if I don’t start now, they won’t get done by Christmas.
And if doesn’t rain, which the chances are unlikely, but if it doesn’t, I will continue to work in my Goth garden.
I made gluten-free, no-egg choclate chip cookies today and I put WAY too many chocolate chips and chunks in them.
I know, I know, there is no such thing as too much chocolate, right? Well I didn’t realize it until I scooped them onto the cookie sheet. I never measure my ingedients and it drives my husband crazy. I think I was suppose to only put 1/4 cup of chocolate chips in the batch but I ended up putting a half cup of chips and a half cup of chunks.
I must say, these cookies are by far the best I’ve made. I truly believe it is due to the length of time I whipped the butter and coconut crystals together. I’ve already eaten two, and with a cup of hot tea, london fog-style.
I rarely eat sweets because of all my allergies, but if I am going to indulge, it will be on a warm chocolate chip cookie!
You all know I have food allergies. Because of this, about 5 years ago, my life changed dramatically. I couldn’t eat what I wanted to eat. I had to stay clear of many wonderful things, eggs, grains, dairy and preservatives, etc. My allergies mimicked that of someone with Celiac Disease, yet that is not what I have.
I had a tantrum in the parking lot the day I received my test results from my Allergist. My gosh I cried the whole way home and when making the switch, I lost 30 pounds.
Now I’m over my tantrum and have realized how healthier I feel. But breakfast is very hard for me. I am a BIG breakfast eater and when eggs, whole grains, and dairy is omitted, it leaves me with protein, fruits and vegetables.
However, out of all the grains, I can have rice, corn and quinoa. Yawn. Try finding those breads without egg or egg product in them. Nearly impossible.
I did find rice waffles, no eggs. So this morning I have a rice waffle, with fresh ground peanut butter, sliced banana and drizzled with honey….with a side of roasted broccoli. I can see your faces cringe. But for me, it’s essential.
For my husband, not so much. He’s like Peter Griffin from Family Guy. Put a vegetable in front of him and he pushes it away with the sound “mmuuaaahh”. Just like a kid.
But I still feed him healthy. I want him to be healthy but I do buy him the occasional unhealthy snack. And of course he will go buy things himself. But I do love that man and want him to be around for awhile.
Start your day with a healthy breakfast. It makes all the difference it how your body will feel the rest of the day. Provide the option of healthy foods for your family. Whether they want it or not.
I never liked kale. It was like eating the leaves off a maple tree. Tough and earthy. Not that I’ve eaten maple leaves, but it’s how I imagine it. Kale was okay in soups because it was softened up. Well, I learned I can’t learn to like something if I’m not preparing it correctly.
Kale is packed FULL of vitamins and fiber to help you le’ poo-poo.
I came home from the store with a bundle of organic kale. I separated the leaves and washed them. My husband walks in the kitchen and instantly wretched. The same wretching I did when my son cleaned the drain out of their bathroom sink. Except I wretched 5 or 6 times and way harder. So hard my eyes watered and I thought I’d lose my lunch.
“I’m not eating that” he said.
“Mind your business”
“I’m not eating that”
“I’m not fixing it for you”
“Good because I won’t eat that”
“Go do something with yourself”
I continued on my kale excursion. I salted it and let it set. In a bowl I poured about 1/8 cup of olive oil, a scoop of minced garlic, about 3 squirts of balsamic vinegar, 1 hearty squirt of dijon mustard, honey and a scoop of blackberry jam. I added freshly ground pepper and I whisked it together. I then added to my salted kale, organic carrots [shredded], organic dried cranberries, and organic walnuts. I sprinkled it with freshly ground parmesan cheese. You need a good pungent cheese like parmesan or feta. I love cheese. But it doesn’t love me.
I poured the dressing over the salad and mixed thoroughly. In the fridge it went. Occasionally I would check on it to see how it was doing. You know…stir things up a bit. It looked so delish I said, “I am so going to eat you up, you have no idea”.
My husband walks in. “Who you talking to”?
“Gross, dirty kale”.
The kale leaves were already softening.
When it was ready, I took my first bite. Yummy, the kale was not tough, not bitter. It absorbed the flavors of the dressing and had just a hint of blackberry, not too overpowering. I made it again the next day, then the following week. I changed the dressing up a bit and used olive oil and lemon juice. I added green onions, sunflower seeds and cashews.
Now I cannot get enough of it. Watch out 2019, mama’s gettin’ her greens on! It still makes my husband wretch.