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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-4931642424767886608</id><published>2011-05-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:09:59.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c25k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Finding Better Focus</title><content type='html'>See that glowing orb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiJ-BE-3-4/Tdl_o3krdpI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KeOcHDEkIhM/s1600/052211_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiJ-BE-3-4/Tdl_o3krdpI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KeOcHDEkIhM/s400/052211_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup, it's my scale. And that's the dumpster in front of it. Why is my scale out at the dumpster? Let's talk about it for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've obsessed with my weight since I was about 8 years old. The women in my family have struggled with weight issues and I knew from a very early age that the number on that scale was a VERY big deal. I was taught that I had to be very careful to not get fat - because then people wouldn't like me as much, and I wouldn't be able to wear pretty clothes, and no boy would ever want to marry me. I don't think my family meant any harm, I think that they just wanted to spare me the pain of living overweight that they had experienced. But I have spent my entire life as a slave to that number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident in absolutely every other part of my life. At school I excelled with the slightest effort.  I make friends easily, I'm funny, I'm smart, I arrive at work every day knowing that I am wonderful at what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the number goes up - even a pound, I cancel dates, I stop having sex, I dress more frumpy to hide the bulges that now seem to have appeared out of nowhere. If the number stays the same, I become frustrated, I want to stop working out, I want to eat. If it goes down a smidge, I expect more of the same every few days in order to believe it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost and gained more pounds than I can count, but a few months ago I decided to stop worrying about diet. I realized that I just don't have the time as a single mom with two kids and a VERY full time job to obsess over every little thing I put in my mouth. I have stuck to my whole food vegan, primarily low-fat diet and have had more energy and I look better and better each week. I've also &lt;i&gt;enjoyed&lt;/i&gt; eating so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7 weeks ago I started running. I didn't start running to make the pounds come off - at least that's what I told myself. I've always wanted to become a real runner; someone who runs on a regular basis, who doesn't get out of breath racing to work, someone who signs up for charity running events and doesn't bitch out at the last minute (which I've done in the past).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signed up for a 5k, and I downloaded this awesome little app:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVGBUX9Qr-0/TdmCHEXy-gI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yMi-depTYoY/s1600/052211_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVGBUX9Qr-0/TdmCHEXy-gI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yMi-depTYoY/s400/052211_2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macworld.com/appguide/app.html?id=80010&amp;amp;expand=false"&gt;This app&lt;/a&gt; gets you 5k ready in 9 weeks. I'm almost done and am currently jogging for 25 minutes straight! It's been about 5 years since I've been able to do that. The runs are great - they clear my head, give me energy. It's great to feel my muscles developing. When I look in the mirror, my body is getting more toned, my thighs are tighter and I'm in very good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I step on the scale. It doesn't move. Then when I look in the mirror, I no longer see a more toned body. I see the same fat self I've seen my whole life. Even though my clothes fit better, even though I get compliments on looking healthier and more guys ask me out - that scale completely dictates how I feel about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was staring warily at my scale in the corner of my bathroom, like it might jump out and attack me at any moment, and I finally realized how ridiculous this entire thing had become. Here I am, a healthy eater, a regular exerciser, someone who looks great in her clothes, and this number on the scale forces me to hate myself. It makes me want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkkDEJ8mI5w/TdmDdA91nlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/VLniVSAnhXQ/s1600/050211_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkkDEJ8mI5w/TdmDdA91nlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/VLniVSAnhXQ/s400/050211_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I don't want my kids to see that. I want to break the cycle with them, I want them to see me happy with my body - not because I've achieved some number on the scale, but because my body does what I need it to, it gets me where I go, it has the energy I need, it is strong and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So farewell scale! I'm going to try to enjoy my body for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great little snack to fuel up for your workouts. There are a lot of cookie-dough style recipes out there (like &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/recipage/?recipe_id=6000659&amp;amp;prev_term=snack"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; by Mama Pea) and most are pretty similar. This one is slightly different to accomodate the fact that I don't really like chocolate chips and wanted to limit the refined sugars in these babies. These have a really almondy taste and the coconut and cocoa powder remind me of Almond Joy bars - a childhood favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Almond Joi Balls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes approx 2 dozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHY2mSf6_rQ/TdmF1-vlHII/AAAAAAAAAkk/swnfBeqoLt8/s1600/052211_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHY2mSf6_rQ/TdmF1-vlHII/AAAAAAAAAkk/swnfBeqoLt8/s400/052211_3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup almonds&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon almond extract&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;7 medjool dates, pitted&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup unsweetened coconut flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop almonds into small bits in a food processor. Add the vanilla &amp;amp; almond extract, salt, dates and cocoa powder and process until it starts to come together into a ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll about 1 teaspoon of dough into balls in with your hands. Roll the dough balls in the coconut. Keep refrigerated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-4931642424767886608?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4931642424767886608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-better-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4931642424767886608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4931642424767886608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-better-focus.html' title='Finding Better Focus'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jiJ-BE-3-4/Tdl_o3krdpI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KeOcHDEkIhM/s72-c/052211_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-5710136968563232961</id><published>2011-05-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:17:25.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west African recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west Africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mint.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potatoes'/><title type='text'>Money Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ3MMyFDdMw/TdCYKidhDyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5f440nBvOq0/s1600/051411_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ3MMyFDdMw/TdCYKidhDyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5f440nBvOq0/s200/051411_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up poor. How poor? We're talking no electricity/eating free meals at churches poor. All birthday presents were bags of candy bought with food stamps. Was it awful? Not usually for us kids. Our mom did her best to create a good environment for us. She tried to make up fun names for the amalgam of food bank food she would cobble together for dinner. We'd pretend to be camping when the electricity would be cut off .I'm sure this was all much harder for my mom. I remember the constant look of worry that she'd try to hide every time we went to the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were poor for a lot of reasons. Because my dad ran off when I was two. Because my mom was struggling thru a degree in psycology. Because there wasn't a very good support network for a single mom with two kids to move forward in the world. But primarily, we struggled because our family is very, very bad with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's bad with money?&lt;br /&gt;This lovely lady (sorry mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sE7OGyZb1cs/TdCZ548b9RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ClPChGXU6ZI/s1600/tea4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sE7OGyZb1cs/TdCZ548b9RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ClPChGXU6ZI/s400/tea4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goofball (you know it's true bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ysc-J5uPYM/TdCaL8GXGRI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jLSMI5jxO-M/s1600/102610_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ysc-J5uPYM/TdCaL8GXGRI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jLSMI5jxO-M/s400/102610_4.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBEllg-TaSg/TdCbFVZbSkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/p-kZEuba0wU/s1600/051411_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBEllg-TaSg/TdCbFVZbSkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/p-kZEuba0wU/s400/051411_3.JPG" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom didn't start this cycle either - my grandparents are not known for being financial wizards. There are ups and downs with how we live. The plus side, we aren't materialistic and we don't tie our self worth to our well - material worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We don't go on vacations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our credit scores are laughable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We avoid the mailbox like there might actually be a bomb in there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safety net? What safety net! We're creative!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;"But Ijeoma," you say, "you have been going on vacations like mad lately!" Ah you are right. Is this because I've learned the error of my ways and cleaned up my credit and paid my debts and am now free to spend my spare money as I please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I am luckily now making a little bit more money, and can therefore cover basic needs with a little extra, all while ignoring a gigantic pile of other financial obligations. You know, that's how we grownups do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a couple of things I would like to have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little piece of mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A better relationship with my mailbox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I'd like for these two awesome guys to not wait until they are 30 to try to get their lives in order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_teKEKylBNU/TdCc0Oinu1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/2_tfmHpFdiY/s1600/050211_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_teKEKylBNU/TdCc0Oinu1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/2_tfmHpFdiY/s400/050211_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xWkTBlb8KrA/TdCdTg4eZXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vV4ICITSleU/s1600/051411_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xWkTBlb8KrA/TdCdTg4eZXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vV4ICITSleU/s400/051411_4.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also have "getting my shit in order" on my list of goals. So I decided to start tackling it. For about 6 months I've been slowly working on my credit - challenging old items and removing duplicates from my record. This month it was time to start the hard part. Budgeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh how I hate budgeting. I have the same reaction to budgeting as I do with dieting. It makes me want to binge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But I have to do it. I'm not five, right? I can be one of those people - you know, the ones who say, "no, I really can't go to that show, I spent a lot last week at that other thing" or, "no, I'm going to wait until these shoes are on sale."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've enlisted the help of a handy-dandy tool:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylRGcrtR_HU/TdCeylfrqaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Yv1oFDRog3I/s1600/051411_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylRGcrtR_HU/TdCeylfrqaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Yv1oFDRog3I/s400/051411_1.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not my actual account balance - wouldn't that be awesome?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you mint.com. Above is the app form, but I must say I use the site way more than the app. Both are free. This tool is pretty awesome. You put in your bank account info and it gathers your data. You put in your budgets that you'd like to stick to and it keeps track of how you are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkT87yuimxc/TdCfq9UgPvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0I29Gcv_jTQ/s1600/051411_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkT87yuimxc/TdCfq9UgPvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0I29Gcv_jTQ/s400/051411_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The feature I like best about it is that once you tell mint what a transaction is for, say...the $30 spent at King Street Bar goes to "Bars and Alcohol" then it remembers it the next time you go there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My goal is to stick with this for at least 90 days. I hope to have the following accomplished:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A stronger foothold on my debts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regular bill-paying (no more collection calls!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bit of a stronger credit rating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough freedom to still have a bit of fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't have enough latitude to really start saving, my debts are just to high, but I'm also hoping to have a little bit set aside here and there. I'm halfway thru the first month, and though it sucks to realize how quickly all my money goes when I'm really paying my bills and how very poor I am, I have to live in my reality if I ever hope to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still eating a very healthy, vegan diet. I'm eating out far, far less, but that's good because I'm cooking delicious, low cost meals like these yummy spiced potatoes. Give them a try. Your wallet and your tummy will thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruxMtcBLWnQ/TdChIufR8HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5ekf-Mm06so/s1600/041711_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruxMtcBLWnQ/TdChIufR8HI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5ekf-Mm06so/s400/041711_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;West African Spiced Potatoes with Greens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 medium yellow onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 cloves garlic, diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 jalapeno, diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 tomato, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon curry powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 14oz can chopped tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 teaspoon Maggi seasoning or 2 teaspoons shoyu/soy sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4 medium/large red or yellow potatoes, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 1/2 cup vegetable stock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5 cups kale, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Heat a large nonstick pot over medium-high heat. Add onion and cook for two minutes, add nonstick cooking spray if necessary. Add garlic and jalapeno and cook for 5 minutes until onions are soft and starting to brown. Add fresh tomato and turn heat to medium. Cook for 3 minutes. Add cayenne and curry and cook for one minute more. Add canned tomatoes, Maggi and salt and simmer for 10 minutes. Use an immersion blender or transfer tomato mix carefully to a blender and blend until mostly smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4NlHfxR880/TdCj0JcuS8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/FGPZxEh_ESA/s1600/041711_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4NlHfxR880/TdCj0JcuS8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/FGPZxEh_ESA/s400/041711_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Add stock, potatoes and kale and cook until potatoes are al dente - about 25 minutes. Serve over rice or with bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-5710136968563232961?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5710136968563232961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/money-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5710136968563232961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5710136968563232961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/money-matters.html' title='Money Matters'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ3MMyFDdMw/TdCYKidhDyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5f440nBvOq0/s72-c/051411_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-335724818165034964</id><published>2011-05-08T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T15:30:13.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu scramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit salad'/><title type='text'>A Simple Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>When you are a single mom, Mother's Day is not about pampering, relaxation or gifts (unless you really live for those paper plate-tissue paper-glitter collages). The most you hope for on Mother's Day, is a nice, uneventful day with family - perhaps a day where nobody poops on the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to make this a nice Mother's Day. The kids and I got up early and started getting the house ready. Malcolm and Marcus cleaned (ok, Malcolm cleaned; Marcus rolled around on the floor yelling, "I'm hungry!") and I started cooking breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9am, my mom showed up with my brother's girls and breakfast was all ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rERA1P380co/TccT9wgRmrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/FU_W8yOw0SY/s1600/050811_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rERA1P380co/TccT9wgRmrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/FU_W8yOw0SY/s400/050811_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys' awesome table-setting skills&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As you can see, we kept it simple. That's fruit salad with a simple syrup and a touch of allspice and honey (thanks Heather for the great idea) with some lemon Perrier to make mock mimosas, fluffy blueberry pancakes and tofu scramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was fantastic. The fruit salad disappeared almost immediately; the allspice was a perfect flavor addition. The blueberry pancakes were, once again, winners. I swear, the basic pancakes recipe from VWAV is honestly the best pancake recipe out there. My mom was very impressed with the tofu scramble. My sister has recently gone vegetarian and my mom has been having trouble thinking of things to feed her. I think the yummy tofu scramble gave her hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of the breakfast was enjoyed. For once, the kids didn't complain about the lack of meat and dairy. Their only complaint was that there weren't more pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast the girls went home and it was time for the Mother's Day activity. Gardening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKIDWKkGDRg/TccV5CY1L5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/Vx7InzKW0Cg/s1600/050811_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKIDWKkGDRg/TccV5CY1L5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/Vx7InzKW0Cg/s400/050811_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have a ridiculously small porch, but I've been wanting to get the boys to feel more connected to their food, so I bought a few small planters, a bag of dirt, and some seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus dove right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtVtp37rJmU/TccWRGs8YfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pKOsPhCNqsw/s1600/050811_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtVtp37rJmU/TccWRGs8YfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pKOsPhCNqsw/s400/050811_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcus loves dirt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This picture was taken before he started giggling maniacally and began pouring dirt off of the balcony spoonful by spoonful. Even though we didn't have much potting soil to spare, mom and I stood there and watched him for a few minutes as he did a little dance and giggled, "hee hee hee hee" and with a flourish, poured spoonfuls of soil over the balcony ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Malcolm got the little pots ready for the windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nseqY0J3Wds/TccW2F41ghI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oPCk5w-tKoI/s1600/050811_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nseqY0J3Wds/TccW2F41ghI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oPCk5w-tKoI/s400/050811_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malcolm's favorite person in the world, Munga&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Malcolm and I lived with my mom for a while when Malcolm was little, so the two of them are very close. My mom is honestly one of the best grandmas in the world - she's fun, patient, loving and well, just all around great. They made a great gardening team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B19i-yy8iRQ/TccXqLV4NtI/AAAAAAAAAjs/wjH8R_f9xiw/s1600/050811_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B19i-yy8iRQ/TccXqLV4NtI/AAAAAAAAAjs/wjH8R_f9xiw/s400/050811_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malcolm, carefully reviewing the planting instructions&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdfJAhsns3A/TccXTMB9NzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AYUdFKbBB4E/s1600/050811_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdfJAhsns3A/TccXTMB9NzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AYUdFKbBB4E/s400/050811_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon-to-be tomatoes and herbs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After gardening was complete, mom and the boys curled up on the couch to watch Toy Story 3 while I snuck in a run at the gym. I came back relaxed to a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple day - no elaborate gifts, no pampering. But the boys were giggling and we got to spend time with my mom and I felt more lucky than I have in a long time. Yes, Marcus did poop on the furniture, but even that wasn't so bad. Ok, that's not true - it was disgusting, but I can still say that it's been a winner of a Mother's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-335724818165034964?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/335724818165034964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/335724818165034964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/335724818165034964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-mothers-day.html' title='A Simple Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rERA1P380co/TccT9wgRmrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/FU_W8yOw0SY/s72-c/050811_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-4354956065677145936</id><published>2011-04-27T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:04:40.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bliss Raw Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dallas'/><title type='text'>Days in Dallas</title><content type='html'>Miss me? I decided to abandon the gray, rainy Seattle skies and spend a little time in Dallas with my cousin Heather, her husband Corky and their beautiful new baby Yarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOSherjjgC4/TbjVt8AuxcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jhtl0CqDFXA/s1600/042811_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOSherjjgC4/TbjVt8AuxcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jhtl0CqDFXA/s400/042811_2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is she not the cutest??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a really low key visit. A lot of family time, baby holding, home meals. I love my cousin to pieces and only see her about every three years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4kEwSr-7RI/TbjXTOPSjTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/SoxAa7ATBN0/s1600/texas_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4kEwSr-7RI/TbjXTOPSjTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/SoxAa7ATBN0/s400/texas_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, my head is twice as big as hers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was great to see what fantastic parents Heather and Corky have turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJM77MXjZMM/TbjWOK8hxwI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sv1kLEAybZ4/s1600/texas_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJM77MXjZMM/TbjWOK8hxwI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sv1kLEAybZ4/s400/texas_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most attractive family ever? Maybe.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4oJtvzAeqQs/TbjWaH5UIBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bnMTY4A5_uc/s1600/texas_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4oJtvzAeqQs/TbjWaH5UIBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bnMTY4A5_uc/s400/texas_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jovRDWRSucE/TbjWanZI7JI/AAAAAAAAAiE/T-fLkkQ64Wo/s1600/texas_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jovRDWRSucE/TbjWanZI7JI/AAAAAAAAAiE/T-fLkkQ64Wo/s400/texas_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't say!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I could babble on and on about how great they are and how Yarah is cuter than any baby in the world that didn't come out of my uterus, but I really think that goes without saying, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know what you are really wanting to know, and I am happy to answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not ride any cowboys (le sigh), although I did get quite a few great pickup lines like, "hey, wanna come get your drink on with us? It's a Saturday (at 9am)" or "if your intuition tells you to call me, you should listen."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did find food to eat that wasn't cow based.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I was thinking I might lose a few pounds in Dallas due to my inability to find anything to eat that didn't have meat or dairy, but alas - Dallas is quite vegan friendly. And even if it wasn't, my fabulous hosts were kind enough to feed me well. Corky made us a delicious cauliflower chickpea curry with jasmine rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXVy7RQ7wl4/TbjYf2f3usI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZAmoy7rDEpw/s1600/texas_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXVy7RQ7wl4/TbjYf2f3usI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZAmoy7rDEpw/s400/texas_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept within my budget by making my own breakfasts which nobody wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfbTWC9BiBc/TbjZQVnMk5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fqQa1baubr4/s1600/texas_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfbTWC9BiBc/TbjZQVnMk5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fqQa1baubr4/s400/texas_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banana, spinach, pineapple, blueberry, mandarin orange, almond milk smoothie anyone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They also invited some friends over and there were fantastic vegetable fajitas with rice and beans. Do I have pictures? No. Why? Because, even though I was in mixed company, I couldn't resist the urge to shove all the food in my mouth with my hands while screaming "mine!" as bits of rice fell off my chin. Needless to say, there was no time for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little vegan restaurant exploring in Dallas too. First stop was Jason's Deli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9DMrsS_BpA/TbjbU12W68I/AAAAAAAAAiU/It0myKdIakU/s1600/042811_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9DMrsS_BpA/TbjbU12W68I/AAAAAAAAAiU/It0myKdIakU/s400/042811_1.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This wasn't a vegan restaurant, but I ordered this giant veggie sandwich thing without cheese and it was fantabulous. It was so big (and it was only a half order!) that even my pig self had to make two meals out of it. It had roasted peppers, eggplant, onions, tomato and a great tapanade spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second stop was Veggie Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_U6fkyFRADE/TbjcO2oCluI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JSBfvcOvKqA/s1600/042811_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_U6fkyFRADE/TbjcO2oCluI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JSBfvcOvKqA/s400/042811_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's pretty much a Korean kimchi buffet that is billed as a vegan restaurant. I'd love to give it high marks, since I LOVE Korean food, but it was really Korean food for gringos. They obviously decided to take out all the spice to make it more universally palatable, but all that left you with is kinda musty tasting veggies. Maybe I'm spoiled working in the International District in Seattle where fantastic, make-your-eyes-bleed-spice, Korean food is available everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped at my first raw restaurant - Bliss Raw Cafe. The cafe was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKVrfglz-Cs/TbjkqfkEV_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Sf5Toi3HQDU/s1600/texas_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKVrfglz-Cs/TbjkqfkEV_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/Sf5Toi3HQDU/s400/texas_11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the food was lovelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qd0B57wwbyk/Tbjdcw4Z3_I/AAAAAAAAAic/fHjaGBmFdes/s1600/texas_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qd0B57wwbyk/Tbjdcw4Z3_I/AAAAAAAAAic/fHjaGBmFdes/s400/texas_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even more delicious than they look&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Coconut Kale Enchiladas, anyone? They were so tasty, I ate them in about 5 minutes (don't judge me!). I don't think my stomach was happy with how quickly I downed them, but I still have no regrets. Does anyone else have problems with eating raw food too quickly? Or are you all good with "self-control". Those are air-quotes, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all had an absolutely fantastic meal at Medina.The menu was pretty simple, but they had a few vegan options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOjj1_1B-BA/TbjeZDHTaqI/AAAAAAAAAig/Kc2ggNzVbdw/s1600/texas_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOjj1_1B-BA/TbjeZDHTaqI/AAAAAAAAAig/Kc2ggNzVbdw/s400/texas_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GybNAUYUGyg/TbjepR_kJuI/AAAAAAAAAik/oS0dw86YxGo/s1600/texas_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GybNAUYUGyg/TbjepR_kJuI/AAAAAAAAAik/oS0dw86YxGo/s400/texas_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know I'm all over the hummus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Heather (who is half Jordanian and regularly travels to the Middle East) says that the hummus is as good as what she'd get in Amman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the entrees were divine in their simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-a8uuj-DLU/TbjfIezu3MI/AAAAAAAAAio/2fEwdzt-MUk/s1600/texas_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-a8uuj-DLU/TbjfIezu3MI/AAAAAAAAAio/2fEwdzt-MUk/s400/texas_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got vegetable couscous and olive-lemon phyllos, Heather got chicken with apricots and Corky got some seafood-phyllo thing. Everyone was incredibly happy with the dishes. We all stopped talking for a while and just slowly savored the great food and wine. It was a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day I struck out on my own and did a little sightseeing. Perhaps sightseeing isn't the right word. I got lost a lot. That's pretty much all I did. I drove around Dallas' endless interconnecting highways and swore at the GPS on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to stumble apon this great little village while I was looking for a souvenir store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2I_3GMjYgeg/TbjhA10MKfI/AAAAAAAAAis/e6rIk1tauJM/s1600/farmersbranch_20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2I_3GMjYgeg/TbjhA10MKfI/AAAAAAAAAis/e6rIk1tauJM/s400/farmersbranch_20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Farmers Branch is a historical park with some fantastic old homes and buildings. Almost everything is original. I spent quite a lot of time snapping pics. All the buildings were closed, so I was constantly peering thru windows to get pictures of the interiors while hoping the groundskeeper wouldn't catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vayx1_Lq4m4/TbjhjPY5qtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QnxWtokpUnI/s1600/farmersbranch_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vayx1_Lq4m4/TbjhjPY5qtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QnxWtokpUnI/s400/farmersbranch_1.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efwXgdOI2bk/TbjhsO7i8JI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xDSo_lLIYWQ/s1600/farmersbranch_28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efwXgdOI2bk/TbjhsO7i8JI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xDSo_lLIYWQ/s400/farmersbranch_28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nbp4OK7r5A/Tbjh0X7rlfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hFjAd2V3RWY/s1600/farmersbranch_23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nbp4OK7r5A/Tbjh0X7rlfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hFjAd2V3RWY/s400/farmersbranch_23.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZVDV_lLaRA/Tbjh7hkzjjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5XlKtCWorm0/s1600/farmersbranch_24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZVDV_lLaRA/Tbjh7hkzjjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5XlKtCWorm0/s400/farmersbranch_24.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5b8MbHp2I4/TbjiDRlu3iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XBQtj_GknZI/s1600/farmersbranch_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5b8MbHp2I4/TbjiDRlu3iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XBQtj_GknZI/s400/farmersbranch_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1yAeHfJt50/TbjiMMRjB6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/xpe4ibfR-34/s1600/farmersbranch_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1yAeHfJt50/TbjiMMRjB6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/xpe4ibfR-34/s400/farmersbranch_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tU1V4oH4Lxw/TbjiViCa1_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/2UfvmCqUE20/s1600/farmersbranch_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tU1V4oH4Lxw/TbjiViCa1_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/2UfvmCqUE20/s400/farmersbranch_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAGmhP3WS0I/TbjigkIe8VI/AAAAAAAAAjM/GwmgjWCdLVs/s1600/farmersbranch_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAGmhP3WS0I/TbjigkIe8VI/AAAAAAAAAjM/GwmgjWCdLVs/s400/farmersbranch_17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have about two thousand more pictures, but this post is already crazy long isn't it? If you find yourself in Dallas, I do recommend checking out Farmer's Branch - and that's not just because it's the only place I was able to find in 6 hours of driving around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did finally find a souvenir store! I got a cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPCsQv0LM3s/Tbjjt8a74II/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YTwBItdESqQ/s1600/042811_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPCsQv0LM3s/Tbjjt8a74II/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YTwBItdESqQ/s400/042811_4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it doesn't quite fit, but as we've established, my head is unnaturally large.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As you can tell by the bra shot, I was going for class in this picture. Did this immediately become my facebook profile pic? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some presents for the kids an a coworker who was kind enough to &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;put out my fires&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt; watch over my accounts while I was gone. Nothing says "hey, thanks for doubling your workload for me for a week" like a Dallas coffee mug, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about all I have on my trip to Dallas folks. What? I promised you a recipe you say? I know, I know, but I'm tired, and I wanted to talk about Dallas first. Next time. If I feel like it. I DO WHAT I WANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-4354956065677145936?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4354956065677145936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-in-dallas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4354956065677145936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4354956065677145936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-in-dallas.html' title='Days in Dallas'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOSherjjgC4/TbjVt8AuxcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jhtl0CqDFXA/s72-c/042811_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-2195855891224298870</id><published>2011-04-17T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:51:12.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wayward vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Making Time For Wellness - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_khY7FrEwnw/TavA1evFSiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Cg1q-liGybI/s1600/041711_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_khY7FrEwnw/TavA1evFSiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Cg1q-liGybI/s400/041711_13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about how we can do more for ourselves - more exercise, more veggies, more friends, more money. My life is filled with more (except for the more money part). Anyone who knows me knows that my schedule is packed and I'm always adding more.&amp;nbsp; In the mornings I'm yelling at the kids in my best whisper voice at 6am to get their pants on and stop throwing toys down the stairs or the neighbors will eat them while trying to throw together a nutritious lunch and calculating when we have to leave so I can be only so late that my boss won't yell at me. My days are filled with trying to cram as much work as possible into an 8 hour day (which usually turns into a 10 hour day) not because anyone asked me to, but because I'm sure that when they do my E! True Hollywood Story one day, they will be interviewing former bosses who knew me when and I want to make sure great things are said. My evenings are spent cooking dinner, doing dishes, reading with the boys, folding laundry and yelling, "If you keep jumping up and down the neighbors are going to eat you!" Once the boys are asleep (after I reassure them that I was just joking and the neighbors don't really eat people) I try to read for a few minutes (or write this blog) but I usually fall asleep with a book on my face before I get through five pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More can be awesome, more is how people become successful.More is how I raise my kids and do my job and cook my food and everything else. It's how I keep in touch with my friends and family and get out on the town. It's also how I occasionally end up crying at home convinced I'm: a) dying, b) 100 times more fat than I am, c) a horrible parent because I don't have the patience to play Candyland more than 2 times in a row, d) going to never ever get my love life on the right track (or any track, for that matter). When I get like this I'm completely inconsolable for about 6 hours, and then I feel hungover, like after that time in high school when I drank 6 margaritas and got so sick that I knocked myself out when I banged my head against the toilet while puking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last Friday was one of those nights. I was surrounded by friends and everyone was having a great time and my brain just broke. I have been working so much lately and training for my first 5k and trying to increase quality kid time - and Friday night my body and mind just were not going to let me laugh at one more joke or dance to one more song or smile at one more person. I made it home and had my little fit (after checking my work email - because I'm crazy) and finally fell asleep at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happens to me, when I've had too much "more", I have to disconnect and get back to the simple things. Small interactions, small pleasures. I need a few days of "less" - less facebook, less friends, less errands, less shopping, less work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke at 6am and shortly after, my brother called. This is my brother Aham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SaKIqwmOacQ/TavCeN2LSSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/npKcG-T1OpQ/s1600/ahamcdprty1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SaKIqwmOacQ/TavCeN2LSSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/npKcG-T1OpQ/s400/ahamcdprty1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nvKsObaJOA/TavCBtSVghI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mUWxO_S3W2o/s1600/100_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is an ass- but he's smart, funny and knows me better than anyone in the world. I'm closer to him than anybody else. When I've gone insane, he's the only one who can talk me down, because he's insane too in the same way, only louder - because he's an attention whore. He cheered me up enough that I was able to breathe. I made the drive to Seattle and took him and his daughters to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-297Ezlc9678/TavDDvU7lSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/uW08EBlGWX0/s1600/041711_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-297Ezlc9678/TavDDvU7lSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/uW08EBlGWX0/s400/041711_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a really nice morning for spring in Seattle. We made our way to the Wayward Vegan Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WxrjEn9DHyc/TavEIWbfqxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7t2K1_R-seY/s400/041711_3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aham is obviously excited for vegan food.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love the Wayward Vegan, the food is great - homestyle breakfasts that probably have a million calories and taste divine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The atmosphere is... well - have you guys seen that show Portlandia? That is what vegan restaurants in Seattle look like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was thinking about the show right as my brother said, "Oh, what a surprise. They're playing reggae." and then the best comment of the week,&lt;b&gt; "Portland is the vegan restaurant of Seattle."&lt;/b&gt; That's a great joke by the way, in case you didn't know.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But when the food arrived, all sarcasm was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8SQ8RTOkDk/TavFJk7oo2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/gI5EEDCt7Ss/s1600/041711_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8SQ8RTOkDk/TavFJk7oo2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/gI5EEDCt7Ss/s400/041711_18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aham took one bite of his hashbrowns and said, "Very well done!"&amp;nbsp; His biscuits and gravy were eaten in record time. His only complaint was that he wished the biscuits weren't so dense (I agree there).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-di81Ky3kuv8/TavFmLzGmFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HqcTmi0p69M/s1600/041711_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-di81Ky3kuv8/TavFmLzGmFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HqcTmi0p69M/s400/041711_16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I had biscuits topped with "sausage" gravy and scrambled tofu, with kale on the side. It was delicious, I only wish they had cut the kale before serving it. You know I love kale, but giant leaves are hard to cut thru with a butter knife. But it was delicious and I ate almost all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15nYJJKAIzQ/TavGCxglggI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Z2a4OsJUC4A/s1600/041711_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15nYJJKAIzQ/TavGCxglggI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Z2a4OsJUC4A/s400/041711_17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls took their pancakes very seriously. We were all full and my spirits were better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other plan I had for the day was some quality laundry time with my best friend Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXG74OcwSME/TavIFJht2bI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2dmgBtNZPxw/s1600/041711_19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXG74OcwSME/TavIFJht2bI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2dmgBtNZPxw/s400/041711_19.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go together like Tina Turner and Cleopatra&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Quality laundry time,. you ask? You see, my washer and dryer are those tiny economy sized things at the top of my stairs. And I have these kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0PZAqcAGH4/TavHHuKaIPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/O4UHkEeaT7I/s1600/101210_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0PZAqcAGH4/TavHHuKaIPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/O4UHkEeaT7I/s400/101210_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and the one on the left still poops on things. So I end up doing a lot of very frustratingly tiny loads of laundry. Marie, on the other hand, has the Cadillac of washers and dryers. So I bagged up half of my embarrassingly large pile of laundry and headed over to her house like a college student showing up at his mom's house with a duffel bag of herb-scented t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;The ride was lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dslpJ4HsypQ/TavI7pzTgqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Jyzo9hmZ_98/s1600/041711_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dslpJ4HsypQ/TavI7pzTgqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Jyzo9hmZ_98/s400/041711_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not being sarcastic here. This is officially a lovely day in Seattle. We spent the day drinking wine and sloppily folding clothes while we giggled and gossiped. It was so very lovely. Then her husband made a lovely vegan-friendly dinner that we all enjoyed. It was a great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was determined to continue to keep it simple. I made a simple breakfast, then I went out for a nice long walk on the Burke-Gilman trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVFwhrzTHFo/TavJvLfxApI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TcCDnqUAi18/s1600/041711_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yVFwhrzTHFo/TavJvLfxApI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TcCDnqUAi18/s400/041711_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsOH4HeB_m0/TavJueTKBAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6GScZoxkh8Q/s1600/041711_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsOH4HeB_m0/TavJueTKBAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6GScZoxkh8Q/s400/041711_14.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ls5m28N4hM/TavJw0jHY1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/6m5tN2sXj3s/s1600/041711_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ls5m28N4hM/TavJw0jHY1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/6m5tN2sXj3s/s400/041711_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQc6Atjszqs/TavJvhceLoI/AAAAAAAAAho/byE6f7L9Ypg/s1600/041711_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQc6Atjszqs/TavJvhceLoI/AAAAAAAAAho/byE6f7L9Ypg/s400/041711_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'd like to say that I take the time in my walks to reflect on life and let my troubles go; to commune with nature and shit like that. But what I really do is listen to dance music and imagine magically becoming the most amazing dancer around and showing up at the club all hot and like, "Whazzzup bitches?!"&amp;nbsp; It was both relaxing and rejuvenating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even felt well enough to do a tiny bit of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9KKKXAWgHo/TavKSJLVnYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nxorBWDVXDo/s1600/041711_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9KKKXAWgHo/TavKSJLVnYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nxorBWDVXDo/s400/041711_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can tell, this was also a weekend for less makeup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yes, I really am that excited about my immersion blender. I had one for years but it ended up in the ex's stuff and I've really missed it (the blender, not the ex). I also bought smoothie supplies, because now that I have a nifty blender, everything is going to be blended for a while. Don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came up with a delicious new (blended) recipe for spiced potatoes. In the spirit of doing less, I will wait until the next post to share with you all. I'm tired of typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, that's my weekend of less. It's important for all of us (especially for those of us who are health-work-kid-obsessed) to take a break every once in a while. To have a day or two where we aren't yelling, "Don't poop on that!" It's good for the spirit. I feel ready to take it all on again tomorrow, and maybe apologize to the neighbors for the way that Marcus runs in the house in fear whenever they come out to walk their dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-2195855891224298870?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2195855891224298870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/making-time-for-wellness-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/2195855891224298870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/2195855891224298870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/making-time-for-wellness-part-2.html' title='Making Time For Wellness - part 2'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_khY7FrEwnw/TavA1evFSiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Cg1q-liGybI/s72-c/041711_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1351038373421520768</id><published>2011-04-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:56:38.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>The Mommy Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ-EkgZ4f3I/TacDkPP3LfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bDBwkbNOE5g/s1600/041411_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People who know the Grownup me see me as a relatively well-groomed, professional, calm person. I do very well at work, I'm eloquent yet concise in meetings. At parties I'm witty and social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's the Mommy me. The Mommy me runs around with half her hair sticking straight out from the side of her head, teeth unbrushed, with a lollipop stuck to her ass. This is what parenthood does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes about a half hour from when I get home for the transition from Grownup me to Mommy me to be complete. The main reason for the transition to crazy mommy town is this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOLjir85aMc/Tab6NH-5mfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mpE33raqX-I/s1600/041411_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOLjir85aMc/Tab6NH-5mfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mpE33raqX-I/s400/041411_2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, he has my hair.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;While Malcolm has turned into a relatively calm 9-year-old, Marcus is an exceedingly charming, funny, demanding and exhausting 3-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it was just Marcus and I, as Malcolm was working on a school project with his dad. I decided to take Marcus out for dinner because&amp;nbsp; I &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;didn't want to do dishes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt; thought it would be a nice treat for the two of us. When Marcus' big brother isn't there to entertain him, all pressure is on me to keep him happy while also stopping him from getting tortilla chips stuck in his throat (which he did the last time we went out to dinner and I had to stick my finger down his throat in front of a room of horrified diners). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to our seat, I set down my stuff and slide Marcus to the inside of the booth. I tell him I'll be right back and I go use the restroom. I get back and apparently Marcus has already ordered. "He was yelling, 'I want beans!'" the hostess explains as she puts down a large bowl of beans along with tortilla chips. Marcus immediately divvies up the chips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XAludRP42w/Tab8X830UTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5hMksGrSpjU/s1600/041411_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XAludRP42w/Tab8X830UTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5hMksGrSpjU/s400/041411_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and goes to town, shoving giant handfuls of chips and beans in his mouth, while I'm frantically pleading "chew first, chew first!" in the hopes that I won't have to stick my finger down his throat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Marcus notices the music coming from the bar. He nods his head to the beat a bit and then says, "Mommy, can we dance?" Marcus loves dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ-EkgZ4f3I/TacDkPP3LfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bDBwkbNOE5g/s1600/041411_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ-EkgZ4f3I/TacDkPP3LfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bDBwkbNOE5g/s400/041411_3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcus, the great dancing blur.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmntqPrvT6g/TacHJWlWeEI/AAAAAAAAAgw/DsUkmtWRFvg/s1600/041411_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmntqPrvT6g/TacHJWlWeEI/AAAAAAAAAgw/DsUkmtWRFvg/s400/041411_4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um...sure?"&lt;br /&gt;So we're dancing and I'm trying to relax and be a fun mom. Then I notice that people are looking at me funny - and not funny 'ha ha'. I don't look like I fun mom. Nobody can see Marcus because he is so tiny and in the inside of the booth. I look like a crazy lady dancing in her seat in a restaurant to a Spanish version of "My Heart Will Go On".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our food arrives and I try to avoid eye contact with my waiter. I'm trying to be composed, eating my delicious veggie enchilada while saying "chew first, chew first." but more quietly now, because I'm aware that most people can't see Marcus and I'm now a lady telling herself how to masticate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between bites Marcus is yelling, "keep dancing!" so now I'm trying not to choke on tortilla chips while I dance to the Spanish version of "I Love Rock &amp;amp; Roll." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter looks like Justin Beiber and keeps calling me "Ma'am." Every time he does, I want to yell, "I'm only 30!" but I'm still dancing and I realize that he's probably calling me ma'am because it's more polite than "crazy lady." I try to compose myself and seem pretty cool, but as I'm trying to close out my bill with my waiter, I have to keep yelling, "Do NOT wipe beans on your shirt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the waiter just smiles and flicks his Beiber hair and says, "that's cool Ma'am. I still do that." and all I can picture is Justin Beiber's mom yelling, "Stop that!" And that's when I realize that he knows I'm a mom, and 30 is old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get the sudden urge to cut this kids hair back to an acceptable length and I realize that I'm probably always Mommy me. Even when I'm dressed up for work, there's usually a toy car in my purse and I often find candy stuck in the arm of my jacket. I've been working stories about my kids into work presentations. My teammates have daily updates on the status of Marcus' pottytraining and Malcolm's school projects. I ceased to be cool back in 2001 when Malcolm was born. So while I pretend to be Grownup me, I'm really only fooling myself here. I'm now Mommy me: messy, shrieking, frazzled, dancing and a bit more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1351038373421520768?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1351038373421520768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommy-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1351038373421520768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1351038373421520768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommy-me.html' title='The Mommy Me'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOLjir85aMc/Tab6NH-5mfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mpE33raqX-I/s72-c/041411_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-5936940931753046962</id><published>2011-04-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:00:01.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickpeas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><title type='text'>Making Time For Wellness - part 1</title><content type='html'>Whenever I talk about my diet, I'm more likely to hear "I wish I had time to prepare healthy meals" as a response. I hear you. I used to say that all the time. I'd watch these documentaries on weight loss and say, "sure, they can eat healthy - they can afford a cook!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know the truth. The truth is, you have time. We all have time. I'm a working single mom with two of the most hyperactive little boys on the planet and I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can whine and moan about how busy I am. I can stomp my feet and yell "I DO WHAT I WANT!" which I do, but that's usually related to my fashion choices (totally justified).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEDqTnBSJm8/TaIojulN9JI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Jp2BkABGVAo/s1600/090710_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEDqTnBSJm8/TaIojulN9JI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Jp2BkABGVAo/s400/090710_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't have time for is to be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sick, tired, slow and uninspired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Avkb3BRYrxw/TaIczN6JZCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zexla9ZvT8g/s1600/100310_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Avkb3BRYrxw/TaIczN6JZCI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zexla9ZvT8g/s400/100310_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I feel when I'm not eating right.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Everybody has their own time management system, but here are a few rules that I try to keep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cook&lt;/b&gt;. You don't have to be a gourmet chef, but cooking at least a few meals a week will save you time and money - I promise! Invest in some great time-conscious vegan cookbooks like, Vegan With A Vengeance, Appetite for Reduction, and Vegan on the Cheap. Figure out a few go-to meals for busy weeknights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cook big on weekends&lt;/b&gt;. Fancy? No. There is no fancy anything in my house. The closest I get to fancy is when I ask Malcolm to shove the crap on the table to the far end. What I'm saying is, just cook a lot of whatever you are making. Cook with leftovers in mind. If you are going to take the time to dirty up your pots and pans and countertops - you might as well get a few lunches out of it! I like to make big sides that pack well, like kaleslaw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSUlfKk4rS4/TaIe1kWCFOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jPgDcF_ICAA/s1600/041011_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSUlfKk4rS4/TaIe1kWCFOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jPgDcF_ICAA/s400/041011_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And seitan for quick sandwiches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLjLSiaA4w0/TaIhPRm6YUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_JyEUsV2PJQ/s1600/041011_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLjLSiaA4w0/TaIhPRm6YUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_JyEUsV2PJQ/s400/041011_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep lots of fruit handy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rW3kZthp_kM/TaIf4IfO9gI/AAAAAAAAAfs/l6QBZbqcM9c/s1600/produce2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rW3kZthp_kM/TaIf4IfO9gI/AAAAAAAAAfs/l6QBZbqcM9c/s400/produce2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I bring at least 2 pieces of fruit with me to work every day. Why? Because I have a sweet tooth that makes the chubby kid in Willy Wonka look like the king of self-control. I know that when treats are being passed around at cubicle land, I better have something sweet and healthy within arms reach. And you can't beat fruit for a good dose of fiber and hydration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep healthy quick-starters around the house&lt;/b&gt;. What are these, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Healthy fiber-filled breads&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtUUcyJ7Y1g/TaIjpbDtL8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/yGe1dLUnOGM/s1600/0325_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtUUcyJ7Y1g/TaIjpbDtL8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/yGe1dLUnOGM/s400/0325_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;You know I love me some Dave's Killer Bread &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canned Beans&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzAxQTNE2W8/TaIkZAl7yJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oaGbRhMtSkg/s1600/041011_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzAxQTNE2W8/TaIkZAl7yJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oaGbRhMtSkg/s400/041011_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just toss these in soups, salads, just about anything to up the protein and fiber content in your meals. Be sure to rinse them first - it definitely helps clean the flavor and reduce some of the gassiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Healthy, low-fat soups and veggie broth:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGc583ONWqI/TaIlk_8dn_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/onMqUiEBhaQ/s1600/041011_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGc583ONWqI/TaIlk_8dn_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/onMqUiEBhaQ/s400/041011_6.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kale:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tBtkqs5dpc/TaImIm1WTsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bkULaXOm4ZE/s1600/082010_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="329" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tBtkqs5dpc/TaImIm1WTsI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bkULaXOm4ZE/s400/082010_6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh kale, how I love thee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I know I've spoken of my love of kale before, but you really must keep some in your crisper at all times. It's so easy to add to any meal for a lovely dose of calcium, iron and so much more! In fact, if you take the three items above, toss in a little curry powder, cinnamon and hot pepper, you have a super-quick satisfying soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMV_fk3EK_o/TaImznLtLyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DAWcO26wEXA/s1600/041011_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMV_fk3EK_o/TaImznLtLyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DAWcO26wEXA/s400/041011_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That even the kids will love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWZvTReUPVU/TaIm-4gLevI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yOLBt0WjMkQ/s1600/041011_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWZvTReUPVU/TaIm-4gLevI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yOLBt0WjMkQ/s400/041011_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eat your leftovers for lunch&lt;/b&gt;. Cooking big (rule 2) and adding a healthy side like a kale salad (rule 4) will mean that you will always have lunches that require no more prep than tossing some food in a tupperware. You will also save money to buy more fancy ruffled scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;These above steps help make sure that I always have healthy meal options around. They also help minimize the amount of time I spend cooking on weeknights, so I have more time to &lt;strike&gt;facebook&lt;/strike&gt; play with my kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-5936940931753046962?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5936940931753046962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/making-time-for-wellness-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5936940931753046962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5936940931753046962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/making-time-for-wellness-part-1.html' title='Making Time For Wellness - part 1'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEDqTnBSJm8/TaIojulN9JI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Jp2BkABGVAo/s72-c/090710_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-5794351003738947411</id><published>2011-04-09T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:49:24.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave&apos;s Killer Bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickpeas'/><title type='text'>Tempeh is for grownups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kSt80E6pU/TaDKXGA9JII/AAAAAAAAAew/kji84dQYm3E/s1600/040811_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kSt80E6pU/TaDKXGA9JII/AAAAAAAAAew/kji84dQYm3E/s400/040811_1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These boys like a lot of foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_CnDUHVnaE/TaDKk1P01QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/NscNcrei0wI/s1600/032811_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_CnDUHVnaE/TaDKk1P01QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/NscNcrei0wI/s320/032811_3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5smRbuVE2rY/TaDLAyQJp8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/hP27HM22mBM/s1600/082010_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5smRbuVE2rY/TaDLAyQJp8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/hP27HM22mBM/s320/082010_9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TH56Vlh7QoQ/TaDLT6exyFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gkAHLPDaNTA/s1600/040211_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TH56Vlh7QoQ/TaDLT6exyFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gkAHLPDaNTA/s320/040211_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zqv4yqWpNk/TaDLcW7ymPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0X7C_GF79lE/s1600/082010_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zqv4yqWpNk/TaDLcW7ymPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0X7C_GF79lE/s320/082010_16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But there are a few things they won't touch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veggie Cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butterscotch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken (not really a problem in this house)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tempeh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tempeh is the ultimate no-go. Whenever I ask Malcolm what he wants to eat he is guaranteed to shout "No tempeh!" Now, you'd think that kids who scarf down kimchee like it's candy and will eat every piece of sushi they could get their hands on wouldn't be so adverse to tempeh. But they loathe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it matter? Why don't I just focus on all the other healthy things they will eat? Because I love tempeh. I really do. And I want them to love it like I do so we can be one happy, tempeh eating family. I've tried everything - crumbling it into mac &amp;amp; cheese, covering it in hot sauce, hiding it in tacos. Nope. At one bite, Malcolm will wail, "Oh no, tempeh!" and Marcus will make an infuriating gagging noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I thought I had it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;I sliced it real thin.&lt;br /&gt;I sauteed it until crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJZ_UzlcMxk/TaDNSOm5cUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NuJbJ2c0D4Q/s1600/040811_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJZ_UzlcMxk/TaDNSOm5cUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NuJbJ2c0D4Q/s400/040811_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I gave it a healthy dose of Bragg's and then I coated it in mole sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSYY7nWSLXc/TaDNSiD_0aI/AAAAAAAAAfM/RmViLlNKIKE/s1600/040811_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSYY7nWSLXc/TaDNSiD_0aI/AAAAAAAAAfM/RmViLlNKIKE/s400/040811_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I added some black beans and poured it over rice. I placed some kale with Bragg's on the side and served it up. Now most people would say - "Ijeoma, this is not a meal for kids." But my boys &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; this stuff - Malcolm routinely orders mole, both boys eat brown rice by the pound. So what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate the kale first.&lt;br /&gt;They ate the rice.&lt;br /&gt;They picked out the beans and ate them.&lt;br /&gt;The sucked all the mole sauce off of the tempeh and left it in a nice, uneaten pile on their plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed, but I don't give up so easily. This morning I was determined to try again. I served up blueberry pancakes and a side of tempeh bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate the pancakes before mine was even done cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm said, "These are so good, I'm going to have to brag about you at school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "But what's with the tempeh, is this supposed to taste like bacon? 'Cuz it doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;And there it sat, untouched except for a tiny nibble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been beaten. My kids don't like tempeh. I will stop torturing them. For now. I've decided to accept the possibility that maybe tempeh is for grownups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate it even - with a decidedly grownup sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM22aGxH5OQ/TaDNRU4lBiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ecicpOw64Mk/s1600/040811_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM22aGxH5OQ/TaDNRU4lBiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ecicpOw64Mk/s400/040811_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roasted Chickpea, Beet and Tempeh Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread 1 tablespoon hummus on two slices of whole grain bread (I used Dave's Killer Bread Good Seed light and Sabra hummus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6ZPQpni7Qc/TaDNTRy_u2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rAteCKCgcnI/s1600/040811_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6ZPQpni7Qc/TaDNTRy_u2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rAteCKCgcnI/s400/040811_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a skillet, brown 1 slice tempeh bacon and 1/2 cup chickpeas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol8AmOrmQEA/TaDNUD6D61I/AAAAAAAAAfU/kb5PEGulNLY/s1600/040811_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ol8AmOrmQEA/TaDNUD6D61I/AAAAAAAAAfU/kb5PEGulNLY/s400/040811_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sprinkle a little seasoning on the chickpeas while they are pan-roasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fbegt3G73k/TaDNVR39DOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/IdHIZX49im8/s1600/040811_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fbegt3G73k/TaDNVR39DOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/IdHIZX49im8/s400/040811_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Place some fresh baby greens on the bread. Add the tempeh bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9bFvpbLymM/TaDNU0xmLMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VMXHkZjgdVc/s1600/040811_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9bFvpbLymM/TaDNU0xmLMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VMXHkZjgdVc/s400/040811_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mash the chickpeas a little with a fork and add to the sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awx1rgOPsP0/TaDNWKimOnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ZgmVMN3puVo/s1600/040811_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awx1rgOPsP0/TaDNWKimOnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ZgmVMN3puVo/s400/040811_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Add some roasted beet slices on top, close and devour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM22aGxH5OQ/TaDNRU4lBiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ecicpOw64Mk/s1600/040811_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM22aGxH5OQ/TaDNRU4lBiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ecicpOw64Mk/s400/040811_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was seriously the best sandwich I've had in a very long time. If it wasn't so filling, I would have made another one and happily enjoyed it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were eyeing my sandwich and comparing it to their pb&amp;amp;j when I announced "it has tempeh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved, my sandwich was safe from these little food thieves. Perhaps it's not so bad that they don't like tempeh after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-5794351003738947411?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5794351003738947411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/tempeh-is-for-grownups.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5794351003738947411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5794351003738947411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/tempeh-is-for-grownups.html' title='Tempeh is for grownups'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kSt80E6pU/TaDKXGA9JII/AAAAAAAAAew/kji84dQYm3E/s72-c/040811_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-4949494584098652730</id><published>2011-04-06T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:14:56.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appetite for Reduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan cookbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu'/><title type='text'>Who has an Appetite for Reduction?? Me!</title><content type='html'>Yay yay yay yay! I'm so excited to have this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kzdKxx1oew/TZ0pZXyj8-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/YYq8RYsgl5E/s1600/040611_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kzdKxx1oew/TZ0pZXyj8-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/YYq8RYsgl5E/s400/040611_3.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is a picture of my brand new copy of Appetite for Reduction. It's nice to have it memorialized as a pretty, clean copy - since it is already covered in food. Why? Because, since I bought this on Sunday, I have been cooking with it like a madwoman - or a ....woman who cooks all the time, I don't know. Point is - I LOVE THIS BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've made so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Cheezy Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom Tibs (so meaty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtAUIfIOzIg/TZ0qIyEjkZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/47_fc0-_8nU/s1600/040611_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtAUIfIOzIg/TZ0qIyEjkZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/47_fc0-_8nU/s400/040611_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buffalo Tempeh (so good, I was too busy shoving them in my mouth to get a decent pic)&lt;br /&gt;tonight: Lettuce Cups with Hoisin and Mustard Glazed Tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3D4VghLGwk/TZ0qmbtCZrI/AAAAAAAAAec/gjJKh7y30Ro/s1600/040611_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3D4VghLGwk/TZ0qmbtCZrI/AAAAAAAAAec/gjJKh7y30Ro/s400/040611_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Make these now. I'm not kidding. Now. The tofu was so perfectly tasty, it felt like I was eating something really deliciously bad for me. But it's so healthy! Malcolm had seconds. It's that good! My 9 year old was eating lettuce cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used Neal Barnard's brown rice cooking method of toasting the rice before cooking and it made such a difference! My one complaint about brown rice is that it always seems kind of mushy compared to white rice. But toasting the rice gave it a bit of bite and kept the grains more separate. Try it! Geez, I'm really bossy today. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-4949494584098652730?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4949494584098652730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-has-appetite-for-reduction-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4949494584098652730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4949494584098652730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-has-appetite-for-reduction-me.html' title='Who has an Appetite for Reduction?? Me!'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2kzdKxx1oew/TZ0pZXyj8-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/YYq8RYsgl5E/s72-c/040611_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1746657165516388318</id><published>2011-04-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:00:00.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascadian Farms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie&apos;s Bunny Grahams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Oliver'/><title type='text'>The Food Wars</title><content type='html'>I'm in a battle. A battle with my son's school lunches, with my ex-husband's midwest meat and potatoes/canned ravioli/cheese everything fixation. I'm in a battle for my childrens' health. Sound dramatic enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv5pPUF7tT0/TZjQWB7fgzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nr07Wy3bgRw/s1600/040311_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv5pPUF7tT0/TZjQWB7fgzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nr07Wy3bgRw/s400/040311_5.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a lot of effort into cooking healthy dinners for my boys and damn, it can be tough. Malcolm's dad refuses to eat food not cheese-covered and firmly believes that a gallon of milk a day is healthy for a growing boy. He is routinely fed hot dogs, canned ravioli, chips, soda and frozen pizzas on his weekends at his dad's. It's really hard to get him used to healthier fare after his weekend-long junk binges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the SCHOOL LUNCH. Ugh, don't get me started. Aside from my moral views about the school lunch system being one of the main legs propping up cruelty-filled industrial meat and dairy producers, that shit is just bad. It's so fatty, so heavily caloric, so filled with chemicals, dyes and highly processed pseudo-food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I can't keep these boys healthy with only one good meal a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HIQoMsTzu4k/TZjRN3LxF8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/lfnYx5obsvY/s1600/100310_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HIQoMsTzu4k/TZjRN3LxF8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/lfnYx5obsvY/s400/100310_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marcus' daycare actually provides pretty healthy, homemade lunches, so I'm not too worried there. But as I was dropping Malcolm off at his dad's on Friday I announced that I was taking over Malcolm's lunches.&lt;br /&gt;"But what about his milk? Boys need milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than argue this point, (as we now know that milk is in no way necessary for children older than toddlerhood) I simply stated that the milk he drinks when he is at his dad's would be plenty and that I would make sure he had enough calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday I headed to PCC in search of kid-friendly treats that would compete with school lunches and keep this hungry boy full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get Malcolm more excited about this, I had him put the sandwiches together himself, so he could pick the toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmeBB87reZA/TZjS3Enj2jI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6Mrav5tm0Ok/s1600/040311_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmeBB87reZA/TZjS3Enj2jI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6Mrav5tm0Ok/s400/040311_3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used Lightlife turkey style slices and let me tell you, they are yummy! Even Malcolm was eating pieces straight out of the bag. Definitely a winner for kids. He had a great time putting together his "mini subs" (this kid LOVES Subway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped each sandwich and threw in a bunch of other yummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd6T20eirIs/TZjTTPdLSXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ieKnY5cA7AU/s1600/040311_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rd6T20eirIs/TZjTTPdLSXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ieKnY5cA7AU/s400/040311_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's a juice box (100% juice), Annie's chocolate bunnies, apple slices and a Cascadian Farms organic berry granola bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five minutes later, we had a whole week's worth of lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygd88xmuy-Y/TZjTx6GxbiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/JIxbsZHhBa8/s1600/040311_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygd88xmuy-Y/TZjTx6GxbiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/JIxbsZHhBa8/s400/040311_4.JPG" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm hoping these lunches will help me in my battle towards acclimating my son to healthier foods. He seems pretty happy with these lunches - next week he wants to try the Lightlife bologna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1746657165516388318?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1746657165516388318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1746657165516388318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1746657165516388318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-wars.html' title='The Food Wars'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv5pPUF7tT0/TZjQWB7fgzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/nr07Wy3bgRw/s72-c/040311_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-6908389447568925261</id><published>2011-04-02T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:42:37.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Day Kickstart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neal Barnard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='specialtys.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Just checking in</title><content type='html'>So far, my road back to healthy living has been going pretty well. I've kept it fully vegan, and my energy level has started to come back a bit. I've also gotten compliments on my skin - ok, so I've only gotten one compliment, but I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Neal Barnard's &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/21-Day-Weight-Loss-Kickstart/Neal-Barnard/e/9781455500543"&gt;21 Day Kickstart&lt;/a&gt; about 4 days ago and I'm starting to really get the hang of it. It's pretty much a vegan diet, with focus on whole foods and reduced fat and sugar. It's really weird not to count calories. But keeping it low-fat means I have to be very well prepared when it comes to food at work. I had a few days where I didn't pack enough snacks or a substantial enough lunch and I found it really hard to eat well at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of big dinners, check these boys out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgmVbmo-G0Y/TZe_HJb-fTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3v4rlw-ogGE/s1600/040211_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgmVbmo-G0Y/TZe_HJb-fTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3v4rlw-ogGE/s400/040211_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see from the stack of plates, these boys can do some damage at a sushi restaurant. I had to cut them off when the bill reached $60. I mean, I'm extremely glad that these boys love healthy food (more on that in my next post), but I'm pretty sure they each had about 5 lbs of rice in them by the time the night was over. It will be a while before my budget will allow me to take them there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to work. I work in Chinatown, which means that, although there are a lot of healthy options, there are also a lot of VERY unhealthy temptations. There appears to be at least two bakeries on every block and there's a fantastic, cheap curry place right down the street that drenches their noodles in fat-laden coconut milk deliciousness. You have to come to this neighborhood prepared to do battle against cravings. I was very happy to find out that the nearby &lt;a href="http://www.specialtys.com/"&gt;Specialtys&lt;/a&gt; offers an AMAZING vegan salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S48OQB9bVN8/TZe_xPtjLZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/wF2T9iR8nmQ/s1600/040211_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S48OQB9bVN8/TZe_xPtjLZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/wF2T9iR8nmQ/s400/040211_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Simple, delicious, gigantic, and only four grams of fat! I had one for lunch on Friday and it seriously held me over until about 7pm. It is reassuring that I have a healthy option nearby for days when I leave my lunch in the car at the park and ride (I do this more often than actual adults should).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my next post, I'll talk about my efforts to keep my kids on the healthy eating track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I made a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRYT-OeGK6c/TZfBoaoHhHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/b-_RU2_5t5o/s1600/040211_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRYT-OeGK6c/TZfBoaoHhHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/b-_RU2_5t5o/s400/040211_3.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I knitted this scarf while in Disneyland. I made it for my brother, but it's really mine now. He will get another scarf that I don't like so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-6908389447568925261?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6908389447568925261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-checking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/6908389447568925261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/6908389447568925261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgmVbmo-G0Y/TZe_HJb-fTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3v4rlw-ogGE/s72-c/040211_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-8669452236634694909</id><published>2011-03-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:00:00.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>The Best Muffins in the World</title><content type='html'>Is there anything more difficult than trying to make breakfast when you have hungry kids in the house? I'm not sure there is. Every move you make is followed by "What are you doing? Is that my food? Can I eat it? Is it done? Is that mine? Is it pancakes?"&amp;nbsp; I was tempted to sit Marcus' whiny butt down with some cereal this morning and be done with it right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a banana problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my banana problem? It's a case of banana amnesia I've been suffering from. I've been buying banana's every single time I go to the store, forgetting that I already have &lt;u&gt;billions&lt;/u&gt; of bananas at home. And while the kids and I have been eating enough bananas to keep us in potassium for the rest of our days, I still had a few VERY ripe specimens in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided it would be worth everyone's wait if I took some time to make the BEST MUFFINS IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-koQp34Z9apo/TY4iwtf2_YI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uq7iNQiz7Wg/s1600/032811_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-koQp34Z9apo/TY4iwtf2_YI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uq7iNQiz7Wg/s400/032811_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These cook up pretty quickly and let me say, they are light as a feather, yet moist, rich and just sweet enough. They melt in your mouth. I have honestly, never in my life had a better muffin. I probably shouldn't be sharing the recipe with you, because it's mine, muwahahaha. But something this good cannot be owned by one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Marcus lick the bowl (perks of vegan cooking) while these babies baked, and I'm pretty sure he agrees they were worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WerWy3kLxew/TY4ja4xxxmI/AAAAAAAAAds/mkflDfW5J2U/s1600/032811_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WerWy3kLxew/TY4ja4xxxmI/AAAAAAAAAds/mkflDfW5J2U/s400/032811_3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marcus ate four within 10 minutes. You should really make some soon. If you don't have the coconut extract, that's fine, but these absolutely cannot be made without the coconut butter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The World's Best Banana-Coconut Muffins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YaU7GeDKwOs/TY4jXmT2aBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/784tYZb4gbI/s1600/032811_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YaU7GeDKwOs/TY4jXmT2aBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/784tYZb4gbI/s400/032811_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Makes 16 Muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup nondairy milk&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cup white whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;2 overripe bananas, mashed&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup melted coconut butter&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon canola oil&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoons coconut extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a small bowl or cup, stir the vinegar into the milk and set aside. In a large bowl, sift together flour, cornstarch, baking powder, baking soda and salt. In a medium bowl combine milk mixture, bananas, coconut butter, canola oil, sugar, vanilla and coconut extract. Mix with beaters until well combined (doesn't have to be completely smooth). Add wet ingredients to flour mix and stir until just combined, do not over-stir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon batter into muffin pans, greased and lined with cupcake liners. Bake 10-12 minutes, or until golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-8669452236634694909?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8669452236634694909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-muffins-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8669452236634694909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8669452236634694909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-muffins-in-world.html' title='The Best Muffins in the World'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-koQp34Z9apo/TY4iwtf2_YI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uq7iNQiz7Wg/s72-c/032811_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3367333763879182120</id><published>2011-03-26T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:44:01.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave&apos;s Killer Bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vietnamese cuisine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quantum Finish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Leaf Seattle'/><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>This quick little post is to talk about a few of my current obsessions in the food world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daveskillerbread.com/index.shtml"&gt;Dave's Killer Bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XEeCjpQ_w5U/TY4EfbyVuQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bS_KqHUmoDc/s1600/0325_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XEeCjpQ_w5U/TY4EfbyVuQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bS_KqHUmoDc/s400/0325_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I've mentioned before that I love this bread, but it's seriously the only bread I buy. Organic, all-natural and extremely tasty - you can't go wrong with any of Dave's wonderful varieties. Each slice has extreme amounts of fiber as well, so they help me stay full thruout the morning. I'm so excited too, because they have a light variety - which is just as tasty! It's available all thruout the Pacific Northwest and is also carried in Costcos. You should definitely pick some up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenleaftaste.com/default.aspx"&gt;Green Leaf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-G4qUpErtYqc/TY4GOsOfezI/AAAAAAAAAdc/i1vjZ-5vNW0/s1600/0325_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-G4qUpErtYqc/TY4GOsOfezI/AAAAAAAAAdc/i1vjZ-5vNW0/s400/0325_1.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is, in my opinion, the best Vietnamese restaurant in Seattle - and it's only 4 blocks away from my work! It's a tiny hole-in-the-wall in the International District and it serves up some serious eats. The above pic is their Vegetarian Vermicelli. It's full of tofu, black mushrooms, fried garlic, veggie ham, radishes and more veggie goodness. It's ABSOLUTELY AMAZING and if you don't end up eating the entire gigantic bowl-full, there is something wrong with your tastebuds.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finishdishwashing.com/product-finish-quantum.php"&gt;Finish Quantum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KoPfGaGZHgU/TY4HoDNwJfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kxnSHsLtJz0/s1600/0325_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KoPfGaGZHgU/TY4HoDNwJfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kxnSHsLtJz0/s320/0325_2.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so this is obviously not food, but if you cook as much as I do, you need these. Ever notice how a couple of years ago your dishwasher started sucking? This is because sulfates have been removed from detergents - GREAT for the environment, bad for clean-dish obsessives like me. I have been so frustrated with having to wash and rewash all of my dishes and then picking off gross bits of icky stuck on food. I was at the grocery store and these had a really nice display. I work in marketing and am therefore highly skeptical at all ads placed in front of me, but I must say that I fell for this - and I'm so glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dishes are clean! Even my wine glasses sparkle! The spaghetti sauce stains came out of my tupperware! I'm so happy, I'm telling anyone who will listen to buy these dishwasher tablets (yes, I am getting a lot of strange looks). I'm totally serious here. I'm not, like, sponsored by the Finish people or anything. I'm just so excited to have clean dishes after three years of frustration. Buy them, you will love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3367333763879182120?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3367333763879182120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3367333763879182120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3367333763879182120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XEeCjpQ_w5U/TY4EfbyVuQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bS_KqHUmoDc/s72-c/0325_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3251904864668395670</id><published>2011-03-23T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:07:00.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>I'm going to ignore tonight's dinner at the local Mexican restaurant (totally vegan, but giant margarita the size of my head and bowl of chips doesn't exactly count as 'healthy') and say that this week has been going good in my return to healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold star for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is of course a downside of getting back on the vegan train - detox. Getting all of the gross fat/sodium/chemicals out of your digestive system is not my idea of fun. I'm sure my coworkers thought I had food poisoning as I hobbled to the bathroom every 45 minutes. But it's starting to get better now, and my energy level is already increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say my mood has been increasing, but I'm PMSing right now, and there is no food that's going to make me feel better. Not even BBQ sandwiches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QBRvvgQRaGo/TYllTuhoNYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aKocX6Ty23w/s1600/022111_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QBRvvgQRaGo/TYllTuhoNYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aKocX6Ty23w/s400/022111_7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's fresh baked seitan smothered in bbq sauce with dijon mustard and Annie's Goddess dressing on a whole wheat bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it delicious? Yes. Did it lift my near homicidal PMS? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only brief respite I had from my need to yell at everyone around me, delete my facebook, and cry about everything was the few hours that I spent at my brother's awesome variety show - The Ahamefule J. Oluo and Mike show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-twwjYahNhIE/TYlmSPsX90I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ig42QUTRRUQ/s1600/022111_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-twwjYahNhIE/TYlmSPsX90I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ig42QUTRRUQ/s400/022111_4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Kz8jfJXhok/TYlmTGpgoTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GLVsiom5bHE/s1600/022111_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Kz8jfJXhok/TYlmTGpgoTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GLVsiom5bHE/s400/022111_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MDrkofIho4o/TYlmTvh0VUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/g7WD11UHMN4/s1600/022111_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MDrkofIho4o/TYlmTvh0VUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/g7WD11UHMN4/s400/022111_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VJWF1m9L6sg/TYlmUj3JVDI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cGCJlUe1blA/s1600/022111_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VJWF1m9L6sg/TYlmUj3JVDI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cGCJlUe1blA/s400/022111_3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a comedy, music, improv extravaganza of hilarious proportions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also smiled a bit when I ate these enchiladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5QMLPA_lpPI/TYlmBFoMMCI/AAAAAAAAAdA/E5hovzPO8x0/s1600/022111_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5QMLPA_lpPI/TYlmBFoMMCI/AAAAAAAAAdA/E5hovzPO8x0/s400/022111_10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I am that attached to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These spinach enchiladas are inspired by two great and very different enchiladas. My ex's mother makes chicken and bean enchiladas with cream of mushroom soup. When she first made them, I was appalled and didn't want to try them. But once I did, I was pleasantly surprised by how well the creaminess of the mushroom soup rounded out the spiciness of the salsa. The second inspiration comes from every spinach enchilada I've ever eaten. I love them all, but I wish they had a bit more...substance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This enchilada casserole is a vegan best of both worlds. I added vegan cheese on top, but it is completely optional, in fact, not recommended. The creamy mushroom gravy adds more than enough. I only added the cheese for the kids, and they ended up scraping it off to get to the mushroom sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are quintessential comfort food: rich, creamy, filling, a bit spicy. But they are much healthier than - well the Mexican dinner I had tonight, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach Enchiladas with Creamy Mushroom Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t_C1JN597rE/TYloCaaOEJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YsdO3ldQZJ4/s1600/022111_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t_C1JN597rE/TYloCaaOEJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YsdO3ldQZJ4/s400/022111_9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Serves 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg frozen spinach, thawed and drained&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon olive oil &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup diced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;1/2 yellow onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 can black beans&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons nutritional yeast&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 Tablespoons Bragg's or soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup vegetable broth &lt;br /&gt;1 cup nondairy milk&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup salsa verde &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup nondairy cheese (optional, I used Daiya)&lt;br /&gt;12 corn tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a medium skillet, heat olive oil over medium heat. Once oil is hot, add onions and garlic. Cook until softened, about 3 minutes. Add mushrooms. Saute, stirring occasionally, until mushrooms begin to lightly brown. While mushrooms are cooking, heat spinach in the microwave in a medium bowl for 3 minutes or until warm. Add beans to spinach. Remove mushroom mixture from stove and scoop half into the spinach bowl. Add cumin and 1 Tablespoon Bragg's to spinach and toss lightly to mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return remaining mushroom mixture to the stove and turn up heat to medium-high. Add vegetable broth and remaining Bragg's to mushrooms and heat until low boil. In a small container, mix the cornstarch with the cold milk and stir until there are no lumps. Add to the saucepan while stirring, and return to a low boil. Remove from heat, stir in the nutritional yeast, and salt to taste. Preheat your oven to 375.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a casserole dish (I think the one I used was 8x10) ladle about a half cup of mushroom sauce in the bottom of the dish. Spread 6 tortillas (or more if you feel like it) over the sauce in the dish. Layer the spinach/bean mix on top, then another half cup of mushroom sauce, then 6 more tortillas, then the rest of the mushroom sauce, then the salsa verde, then the cheese - if using. Cover with foil and bake for 30-40 minutes, until bubbly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3251904864668395670?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3251904864668395670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3251904864668395670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3251904864668395670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QBRvvgQRaGo/TYllTuhoNYI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aKocX6Ty23w/s72-c/022111_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-8011551735121851189</id><published>2011-03-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:00:28.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MqcbCzY31zU/TYVETTSpaWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/c4TLGrJeK3k/s1600/disney55.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MqcbCzY31zU/TYVETTSpaWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/c4TLGrJeK3k/s400/disney55.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in my last post, I was able to take the kids to Disneyland a few weeks ago. When happy tax return time came, a few friends and I decided to take our kids on a big trip to Disney. My boys have never been to Disneyland - in fact, we've never had a family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to buy the tickets. I decided to make it a complete surprise and not tell them until we got to the airport. I was expecting super-excited jumping, maybe some screaming. The response I got was, "No we're not. Want to hear a joke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of initial enthusiasm aside, they did start to get a little excited as we watched the planes pulling in and out of the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z4sSzqW01eQ/TYVFTQrXXsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ktNeOnkb_Ko/s1600/disney1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z4sSzqW01eQ/TYVFTQrXXsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ktNeOnkb_Ko/s400/disney1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And once we got to Disneyland - it was magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wU-9R54cakw/TYVFoukQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/B-jSZkPp57w/s1600/disney25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wU-9R54cakw/TYVFoukQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/B-jSZkPp57w/s400/disney25.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9dEL-QZ1Rro/TYVFv-9yugI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xqc8qR01g3M/s1600/disney10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9dEL-QZ1Rro/TYVFv-9yugI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xqc8qR01g3M/s400/disney10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ojV7BzBn1HI/TYVGFUCx35I/AAAAAAAAAcI/kKzCpQ3sCRU/s1600/disney42.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ojV7BzBn1HI/TYVGFUCx35I/AAAAAAAAAcI/kKzCpQ3sCRU/s400/disney42.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BlARxWI_YfM/TYVGQSa1xrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EwXfdi5n6Rc/s1600/disney46.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BlARxWI_YfM/TYVGQSa1xrI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EwXfdi5n6Rc/s400/disney46.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fun as Disneyland was, I learned a few valuable lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No matter how hard you try to safeguard against it, your pottytraining toddler will pee on you only when you are farthest from the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;2. Marcus does not like carousel horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qB6QkCwmwvw/TYVG6bIa1wI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/cibook_0zzI/s1600/disney23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qB6QkCwmwvw/TYVG6bIa1wI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/cibook_0zzI/s400/disney23.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EDdbnc6SEvY/TYVHF7MPk4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/O4Isx3ismtc/s1600/disney22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EDdbnc6SEvY/TYVHF7MPk4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/O4Isx3ismtc/s400/disney22.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. If you let your toddler into the bathroom with the Mickey hat on, there is a good chance he will accidentally drop it into the urinal and his brother will pee on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-75FqL9r6peU/TYVHfSNnT2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/8x0TXNch9BM/s1600/disney29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-75FqL9r6peU/TYVHfSNnT2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/8x0TXNch9BM/s400/disney29.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye mickey hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. You should never EVER eat at a pirate themed buffet restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. You will never get this song out of your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-skcNn_0io9A/TYVH8EFzKeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Bi7PRKrWBKo/s1600/disney28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-skcNn_0io9A/TYVH8EFzKeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Bi7PRKrWBKo/s400/disney28.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-86Unjmk3GFY/TYVH9bmAI_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/hCK9r5uNX2Q/s1600/disney26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-86Unjmk3GFY/TYVH9bmAI_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/hCK9r5uNX2Q/s400/disney26.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. And you will never get this makeup off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qBVekr_lY6o/TYVI_4ThTBI/AAAAAAAAAck/_OhfVi4lj2U/s1600/disney77.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qBVekr_lY6o/TYVI_4ThTBI/AAAAAAAAAck/_OhfVi4lj2U/s400/disney77.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fBdy61iA2Zk/TYVJKh6TtzI/AAAAAAAAAco/lcFHZ9DT6Og/s1600/disney73.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fBdy61iA2Zk/TYVJKh6TtzI/AAAAAAAAAco/lcFHZ9DT6Og/s400/disney73.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. If you buy a bubble gun for your son, he will use it to attack any and all passersby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5hQ9SUqLSTk/TYVJcggmZXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bw6cc63gKMk/s1600/disney51.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5hQ9SUqLSTk/TYVJcggmZXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bw6cc63gKMk/s400/disney51.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. You may have to pull your child, kicking and screaming, from this car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CIZzYWfmDoo/TYVJo_qfO-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dGt880j-7i8/s1600/disney34.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CIZzYWfmDoo/TYVJo_qfO-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/dGt880j-7i8/s400/disney34.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. And from Goofy's house. Hey, playing piano with your butt is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vMC1lVfUanY/TYVJ1adujjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-fMKXs9v8HQ/s1600/disney36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vMC1lVfUanY/TYVJ1adujjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-fMKXs9v8HQ/s400/disney36.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. And once Malcolm finds a ride he loves, you better love it too - cause you are going to go on it at least 6 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X8m8ZuKIsZc/TYVKHZkm2KI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hhHHK8h61ZY/s1600/disney45.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X8m8ZuKIsZc/TYVKHZkm2KI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hhHHK8h61ZY/s400/disney45.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I think that's a nice snapshot of our 4 days in sunny California. It was definitely worth the billion dollars and I think we will go next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-8011551735121851189?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8011551735121851189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/adventures-in-disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8011551735121851189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8011551735121851189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/adventures-in-disneyland.html' title='Adventures in Disneyland'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MqcbCzY31zU/TYVETTSpaWI/AAAAAAAAAb0/c4TLGrJeK3k/s72-c/disney55.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-9089688271715322733</id><published>2011-03-19T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T06:05:41.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>The prodigal blogger</title><content type='html'>Well, um...hey there! Been a long time, no? I'd like to say that my long, long, long absence from blogging has been due to the fact that I've been too busy being fabulous to type, but that's not true. I've been busy doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;working&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating bad things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking bad things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think I just lost my footing after Maui. I started eating more processed foods, more fish, some dairy - and before you know it, I had no self control and no energy to get my butt back to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it hasn't all been bad. I did take the kids on our first real family vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISNEYLAND!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lkc5kr8uGOM/TYTfOZInGUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ubu2MJYB5q0/s1600/disney30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lkc5kr8uGOM/TYTfOZInGUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ubu2MJYB5q0/s400/disney30.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dHQ00njDM7s/TYTfWKyPqjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7K3tHizDVuk/s1600/DSC02138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dHQ00njDM7s/TYTfWKyPqjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7K3tHizDVuk/s400/DSC02138.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TZ5QMOp-xN8/TYTfMrHUamI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WQv1eaTzQis/s1600/disney19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TZ5QMOp-xN8/TYTfMrHUamI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WQv1eaTzQis/s400/disney19.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have about 5 million more photos, but I won't post them now. It was truly a magical and exhausting time. I'm so glad that I got to give the kids such a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other adventures, Marcus is pottytraining. I'm not going to expand on that too much as I'm sure it's not beyond the imagination of any mother. Let's just say it's keeping me on my toes (and in laundry!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also redecorated my livingroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fIv3sRgmxw0/TYTgn-vhPMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_qSb4QcHWYA/s1600/livingroom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fIv3sRgmxw0/TYTgn-vhPMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_qSb4QcHWYA/s400/livingroom.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not the best picture, but I'm to lazy to take another right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to healthy living. I'm going to see my cousin in Dallas in a little over a month, and I want to be back on track before I go there. The truth is, my body is DESPERATELY craving healthier foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 30 day pledge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Full vegan - no meat, no dairy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No coffee&lt;/strike&gt; - ok, only one cup a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 drink max on social outings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candy only once a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least 2 blog posts a week &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It all starts today. I have already started out my day with a nice tofu scramble and toast, along with a nice cup of tea. That alone has me feeling a bit better. I will post my progress as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-9089688271715322733?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9089688271715322733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/prodigal-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/9089688271715322733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/9089688271715322733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/prodigal-blogger.html' title='The prodigal blogger'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lkc5kr8uGOM/TYTfOZInGUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ubu2MJYB5q0/s72-c/disney30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-4519553283797498823</id><published>2010-12-02T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:43:26.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Marcus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="photocaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text"&gt;Happy  Birthday to my amazing, energetic, funny and adorable son Marcus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text"&gt;Marcus was born at a very difficult and tumultuous time in my life. But  three years ago today I was having lunch with my good friend Shane when I  laughed at one of his jokes and my water broke. I should have known  then that he would bring nothing but joy and laughter to my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text"&gt;I'm so  grateful for all that my boys bring me every day and cannot wait to see  the men they will grow up to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TPe5k8Skc1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/fM9u2JMTJzQ/s1600/marcus%2527s+birthday+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TPe5k8Skc1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/fM9u2JMTJzQ/s400/marcus%2527s+birthday+004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TPe6W-ZJ00I/AAAAAAAAAa8/AVSFlqztx2E/s1600/P1000340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Summer was easy-breezy but with this cold weather, the meat cravings have set in. My dreams have been filled with meat and sex, but mostly meat. One dream was nothing but the search for the perfect hamburger. These cravings have forced me to not cook at all these past few days - knowing that some cheap facsimile would be worse than nothing than all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a veggie eater who finds that cold weather leaves you yearning for something meatier, I recommend making your own seitan. Don't buy the store stuff, it's gross. It's pretty easy to make, and will save you a pretty penny vs the store-bought version. And your own home-made seitan, fresh from the oven, will definitely hit the spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hundreds of recipes out there and they are all pretty similar. Mine is an amalgam of different versions I've tried and liked. I like to make seitan loaves - they slice well for winter sandwiches, roasts and burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning knowing that this burger was just what my dreams were demanding (minus the sex) for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOlyAwX5sYI/AAAAAAAAAas/yGznHIBqAPg/s1600/112110_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOlyAwX5sYI/AAAAAAAAAas/yGznHIBqAPg/s400/112110_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yowza - look at that baby. Fresh, warm, savory seitan, garlicy greens and mushrooms, bakery roll. Add a cold beer and does it get better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOlyXycJapI/AAAAAAAAAaw/phz3EK0tN7c/s1600/112110_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOlyXycJapI/AAAAAAAAAaw/phz3EK0tN7c/s400/112110_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;eitan Burgers with Garlic Greens and Mushrooms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;serves 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seitan Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;2 c vital wheat gluten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1/3 c nutritional yeast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1 teaspoon paprika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1 teaspoon garlic powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1 cup vegetable stock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1/4 Braggs liquid aminos (or soy sauce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1 tablespoon olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt; 4 bakery rolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;4 tablespoons Vegenaise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;3 cups kale, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1 cup mushrooms, sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;4 cloves garlic, diced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1/4 cup vegetable broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1/2 tablespoon Braggs liquid aminos or soy sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350. In a food processor, pulse dry ingredients for seitan just until mixed. Mix wet seitan ingredients in separate bowl. With processor running, pour wet ingredients into dry and mix until dough forms a ball. Continue to mix for about 30 more seconds. Remove from processor and knead by hand for about 30 seconds. If you don't have a processor, you can mix it all by hand, just knead for about 3 minutes. Dough should be very elastic. Form dough into a loaf. Wrap tightly in greased foil and place in a baking dish. Bake until firm and risen, about 45 mins to an hour.Remove from oven and set aside to cool a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Heat 1 tablespoon olive oil in a skillet over medium high heat. Add mushrooms and garlic and cook until mushrooms are softened, about 3 minutes. Add kale, broth and Braggs. Saute until kale is fully wilted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;Spread 1/2 tablespoon Vegenaise on each roll half. Place 1/4 of kale mixture on bottom half of each roll. Place 2 1/2 inch slices of seitan on top of the kale mixture. Place top half of bun. Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-7874500622525742984?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7874500622525742984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-weather-cravings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7874500622525742984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7874500622525742984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-weather-cravings.html' title='Cold-Weather Cravings'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOlyAwX5sYI/AAAAAAAAAas/yGznHIBqAPg/s72-c/112110_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-5706161878681357231</id><published>2010-11-20T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:28:55.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing fall</title><content type='html'>Nice to see you all again! I apologize for not posting in forever - this fall weather can be quite demotivating up here in the Pacific Northwest. It's so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting cold! Why does that make me excited? Because I'm a knitter. I've been doing a lot of knitting these past couple of weeks. We had a holiday bazaar at my work last week and I sold most of my items, but I have some new ones and I put them on my Etsy store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.etsy.com/etsy_mini.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;new EtsyNameSpace.Mini(6998501, 'shop','gallery',3,1).renderIframe();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should check it out and maybe pick something up to keep your extremities warm and stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to welcome fall instead of burying myself under yarn. My nieces came over last weekend and the kids definitely brought some &lt;strike&gt;mess&lt;/strike&gt; life to the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOidg-8VU3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/XrLKM5Mli6Q/s1600/112110_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOidg-8VU3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/XrLKM5Mli6Q/s400/112110_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOidqlXiJRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WVZpjd-0XrY/s1600/112110_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOidqlXiJRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WVZpjd-0XrY/s400/112110_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In order to get this loud and adorable group of kids &lt;strike&gt;out of my house&lt;/strike&gt; some exercise, I sent them out back in search of fall leaves. When they came back we traced them on construction paper, colored them, and made a nice fall wall display. It really is a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOieIQsdAwI/AAAAAAAAAac/vFB4LX2TYP8/s1600/111310_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOieIQsdAwI/AAAAAAAAAac/vFB4LX2TYP8/s400/111310_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOieOnPCSkI/AAAAAAAAAag/WkK1122sP5Y/s1600/111310_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOieOnPCSkI/AAAAAAAAAag/WkK1122sP5Y/s400/111310_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOieUjJ4iyI/AAAAAAAAAak/PWrkE6Y4cLA/s1600/111310_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOieUjJ4iyI/AAAAAAAAAak/PWrkE6Y4cLA/s400/111310_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a great way to liven up a boring, white wall. Once we were done coloring and cutting, we made cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOielvhVUEI/AAAAAAAAAao/opxRdZHQ67I/s1600/111310_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOielvhVUEI/AAAAAAAAAao/opxRdZHQ67I/s400/111310_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the Banana Everything Cookies from Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar. They are quick to make, and&amp;nbsp; a great way to use up small bits of goodies in your pantry. Oh, and did I forget to mention that they are delicious? They are warm and hearty and perfect for fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids hate oatmeal and nuts, but 2 dozen of these babies disappeared in &lt;u&gt;one day&lt;/u&gt;. I promise I didn't eat them all. I highly recommend that you make some. The oats and nuts make them a good work snack to boost flagging energy levels (or as the commercials say, "that 3pm feeling").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-5706161878681357231?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5706161878681357231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/embracing-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5706161878681357231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5706161878681357231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/embracing-fall.html' title='Embracing fall'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TOidg-8VU3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/XrLKM5Mli6Q/s72-c/112110_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-80167734001353815</id><published>2010-10-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:03:50.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Family, Food and Fun</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was family fun time. And it's never family fun time without food. I was invited&amp;nbsp; to a fall menu tasting at The District lounge last week. I was pretty excited because I love &lt;strike&gt;free food&lt;/strike&gt; supporting local businesses. I'd been to The District before, my brother has played gigs there, but I've never eaten there. My original plan was to cruise there by myself - maybe meet my next husband (or next babydaddy?). But then I got a facebook message from my cousin that morning (that's the only way my family communicates these days) stating that she was going to be in town later that day for a fellowship interview. I hadn't seen my cousin in about 4 years, so I was excited to have her and my brother join me for the tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeQowlvOnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1Dv4VIdE6E0/s1600/102610_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeQowlvOnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1Dv4VIdE6E0/s400/102610_2.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The food was...good? The tasting didn't have a very large selection so we ordered a few items off the menu as well. I didn't jump up and down about it, but it was nice tapas pricing and you could certainly do worse in the U District late at night. My favorite was the Roasted Beet Carpaccio above. The free wine definitely made everything better. I'd say my enthusiasm ranged somewhere between my cousin's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeRHq-yKOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OCVkLMW2IQk/s1600/102610_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeRHq-yKOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OCVkLMW2IQk/s400/102610_3.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And my brother's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeROV-Y9OI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HUxf0l7ZtkU/s1600/102610_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeROV-Y9OI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HUxf0l7ZtkU/s400/102610_4.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After dinner we walked over to Flower's for drinks. We had a good time catching up and joking around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeRuGc0xtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/RQ58sXZipjM/s1600/102610_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeRuGc0xtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/RQ58sXZipjM/s400/102610_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brother is not an attention-whore, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was all about kids. It was the joint birthday party for my absolutely wonderful nieces Penelope and Charley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are very close. I'm also close with his ex-wife. On top of that my oldest, Malcolm, is only two months older than Penelope - so the kids are very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeTI4hkQtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/U_CsxwV-h6U/s1600/kids+at+sammys2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeTI4hkQtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/U_CsxwV-h6U/s400/kids+at+sammys2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeS_y4u5cI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8dWQP_PUt10/s1600/3malcolm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeS_y4u5cI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8dWQP_PUt10/s400/3malcolm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeTfP_xymI/AAAAAAAAAZw/BguRAs2zJnU/s1600/100_1460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeTfP_xymI/AAAAAAAAAZw/BguRAs2zJnU/s400/100_1460.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeTmL-OXdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-RMpnlanEao/s1600/100_1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeTmL-OXdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-RMpnlanEao/s400/100_1445.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I love these girls like I gave birth to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charley turned 7 this month and Penelope turns 9 next month. We had a small celebration at the local skate deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeU1LhFVtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6ZQ6Rxf1YqQ/s1600/102610_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeU1LhFVtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6ZQ6Rxf1YqQ/s400/102610_5.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeU9mxiIeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Wriv9cQkUsk/s1600/102610_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeU9mxiIeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Wriv9cQkUsk/s400/102610_6.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeU-QuUzaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0QHwVepEz6s/s1600/102610_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeU-QuUzaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0QHwVepEz6s/s400/102610_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeVHH629qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_QaFJt1nVKw/s1600/102610_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeVHH629qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_QaFJt1nVKw/s400/102610_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was very good - I turned down pizza and cupcakes, but I just couldn't turn down this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeV61xy2II/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-suYv4ZUlRc/s1600/102610_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeV61xy2II/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-suYv4ZUlRc/s400/102610_9.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm convinced that anybody who went thru grade school in America is forever addicted to these things. Orange creaminess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big all the kids are getting. I still remember the baby smell they used to have. Now the girls are dreaming of boys and my boys are taking flight lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeVcTtoYdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CmcVLrY-vts/s1600/malcolmsflight1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeVcTtoYdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CmcVLrY-vts/s400/malcolmsflight1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More on Malcolm's first flight on a later post. I just can't believe how time flies. I'm so lucky to have so many amazing young people in my life. I get to watch them grow and see what sort of adults they will grow to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-80167734001353815?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/80167734001353815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-food-and-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/80167734001353815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/80167734001353815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-food-and-fun.html' title='Family, Food and Fun'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMeQowlvOnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1Dv4VIdE6E0/s72-c/102610_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3405755782561924195</id><published>2010-10-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T06:42:41.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSNStores.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSN Stores'/><title type='text'>We Have A Winner!!</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to announce that our randomly picked commenter to win the $45 CSNStores gift card is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://random.org/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMGUFRURUvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Mf9lcGdv3dg/s1600/102110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her favorite fall food is pecan pie. I must admit that's one of my favs as well. Anybody have any vegan recipes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, I will email you your gift card today. Congrats! Thanks to everyone who left a comment and became a follower of this blog. I hope to have another giveaway soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3405755782561924195?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3405755782561924195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-have-winner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3405755782561924195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3405755782561924195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-have-winner.html' title='We Have A Winner!!'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TMGUFRURUvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Mf9lcGdv3dg/s72-c/102110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-6618754082824145903</id><published>2010-10-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:47:37.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a grownup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Peace and Comfort</title><content type='html'>I spent two years in a relationship where I felt betrayed, disrespected and unappreciated. I walked around with a&amp;nbsp; constant sinking feeling in my stomach that came from knowing that the thing that I wanted more than anything was eating me alive. When it all ended as badly as these things must, I spent two years mourning that horrible relationship. I raged that something so important to me could mean so little to someone else. I carried so much anger and hurt around that it changed who I was. I fed my anger and fear and sadness - literally. I would cry and eat and sleep. I tried to take comfort in the thought that perhaps my heavier self would not be attractive to someone as shallow as he had been. I wouldn't be so easily hurt. Then when I tried to lose weight it was purely out of revenge - to show this man what he missed. My life remained wrapped around a crappy relationship that doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a child with someone who broke your heart, you can't just cut all ties and pretend that person doesn't exist. Not when you love your children and you know that your ex is a good father. Our families are forever intertwined, and though I have so much love for my ex-in-laws, it has been hard to not see them as a reminder of what would have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year when I contemplated dating again, I found myself making some of the very same bad decisions that had brought me to my current heartbreak. I realized that nobody was hurting me but myself. The anger and hurt that I was holding onto was more about not wanting to admit that I had sunk all my resources into a losing battle. That it was doomed from the start and I held part of the blame for not wanting to admit that at the beginning. I realized that it was taking all of my energy to be angry and hurt - energy that I could be giving to myself and my kids. So I let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very easy, and it wasn't very quick, but over the last 5 months or so I've let it go. This blog is part of that. This is about me and my life, which is pretty darn great. I'm happier and healthier than I have been in years. I have fantastic friends and family. I have a good job that I'm great at. I am constantly aware of how great it is to no longer have that pit in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex's sister and I are closer now then we were during the relationship, especially now that her brother is (when not working together for our son) just some guy now. We even went to Maui together. She also came with me to support my brother during a comedy show that he performed at last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5gFzRs4tI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tai1wy784zQ/s1600/101810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5gFzRs4tI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tai1wy784zQ/s400/101810.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is a truly wonderful person. A smart, supportive, funny and loyal friend. I'm so very glad that I met her and the rest of her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, &lt;b&gt;I'm glad for a lot of it now.&lt;/b&gt; I'm so very glad that I met a man who is a &lt;b&gt;good father&lt;/b&gt; and who gave me a &lt;b&gt;beautiful, funny, energetic and loving son&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5vPOeyRsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4hV8FawdO-8/s1600/blanket3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5vPOeyRsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4hV8FawdO-8/s400/blanket3a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And is a great little brother to my other &lt;b&gt;amazing son&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5zsN0U5pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/shGmyrvVKHU/s1600/malcolm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5zsN0U5pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/shGmyrvVKHU/s400/malcolm.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I got out of an unhealthy relationship before I had thrown more years of my life at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I learned that I have &lt;b&gt;fun, loyal, true and kind friends&lt;/b&gt; (any friends not pictured below, please know that I love you and just don't seem to have proper photo documentation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5wOK00giI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YRsB1M08EUA/s1600/joshbbq2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5wOK00giI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YRsB1M08EUA/s400/joshbbq2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5wZLu3nLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qn31pYRMvBY/s1600/maui_78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5wZLu3nLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qn31pYRMvBY/s400/maui_78.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5wvfpIYgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/USrDGBQTMT0/s1600/082810_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5wvfpIYgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/USrDGBQTMT0/s400/082810_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I learned that &lt;b&gt;nobody is ever worth forgetting who I am at my core&lt;/b&gt;. I'm so glad that I learned that &lt;b&gt;I can get past heartbreak fully intact&lt;/b&gt;, if not stronger, without turning to unhealthy distractions. My strength, intelligence and creativity are more than enough to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not against feeling sorry for yourself every once in a while. I think that every loss needs a little time to be mourned. And I believe &lt;b&gt;there are times when we all need a little comfort food&lt;/b&gt;. Like potatoes au gratin, or lasagna, or macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5sxoo8yzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lo7JaGS4yuI/s1600/091910_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5sxoo8yzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lo7JaGS4yuI/s400/091910_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What's the secret to getting comfort without paying later? My awesome bechamel. I use it in so many recipes. A good bechamel should always be in your comfort food arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiced Bechamel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;makes 2 cups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;2/3 cup onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;2 garlic cloves, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1 tablespoon olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;3 tablespoons Earth Balance butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;3 tablespoons flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1 1/2 cups nondairy milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon paprika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon cayenne powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;In a large skillet, saute onions and garlic in oil over medium heat until carmelized, about 8 minutes. Remove and place in blender or food processor and let cool. Return skillet to heat and add butter and flour. Stir constantly until flour mixture is a nutty brown. Slowly whisk in milk. Add remainder of ingredients and cook for a minute or so. Take 1 cup of the sauce and add it to the blender or food processor with the onion mixture. Puree until smooth. Add the puree back to the pan and cook for another 2 minutes, adding more milk if needed for desired consistency. Serve over pasta, with potatoes, over toast - just about anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-6618754082824145903?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6618754082824145903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/peace-and-comfort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/6618754082824145903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/6618754082824145903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/peace-and-comfort.html' title='Peace and Comfort'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TL5gFzRs4tI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tai1wy784zQ/s72-c/101810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-5286872467092260723</id><published>2010-10-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:00:00.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet potato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Fall is for Pancakes</title><content type='html'>I love pancakes on fall mornings. Don't they seem perfect on a lazy weekend? The air is crisp, the leaves are turning - you just want to fill your tummy with something warm and sweet and a bit spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration for this breakfast came from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLnR6FsRL0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/kEiqSozVrCc/s1600/101610_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLnR6FsRL0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/kEiqSozVrCc/s400/101610_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This sweet potato was threatening to take over the kitchen. As you can see, it's been hanging around for a while. I woke up this morning knowing exactly what I was going to use it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLnTEE5nDKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iUvFuG_-lKo/s1600/101610_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLnTEE5nDKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iUvFuG_-lKo/s400/101610_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sweet potato pancakes were a more than fitting use. They are warm, oh so moist, sweet and a bit spicy. Every bite is pure fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Potato Pancakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLnSyunRV0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/M4LeEN152NI/s1600/101610_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLnSyunRV0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/M4LeEN152NI/s400/101610_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 1/2 cups flour (I used whole wheat pastry flour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;2 teaspoons pumpkin pie seasoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 cup cooked sweet potato, mashed really well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 tablespoon vegetable oil + any needed for griddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1 1/2 cups non-dairy milk (I used soy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;1/4 cup brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;In a large bowl mix flour, baking powder, salt and pumpkin pie seasoning. Set aside. In a smaller bowl, mix remainder of ingredients. Add to the flour mixture and stir just until combined - do not overmix. Cook on a griddle over medium heat, flip when edges are set and bottom is medium brown. Top with maple syrup and enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-5286872467092260723?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5286872467092260723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-is-for-pancakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5286872467092260723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5286872467092260723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-is-for-pancakes.html' title='Fall is for Pancakes'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLnR6FsRL0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/kEiqSozVrCc/s72-c/101610_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1426769253734965735</id><published>2010-10-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:18:47.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan spaghetti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti - Kansas Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;Don't forget to enter my drawing for a $45 gift card to CSN Stores! It's easy! &lt;a href="http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-giveaway-time-45-gift-card-from-csn.html"&gt;Click here&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family gatherings with my extended clan are usually hectic affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkGD96TY6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/JRC0ioycPjs/s1600/101510_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkGD96TY6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/JRC0ioycPjs/s400/101510_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkGQ76tKxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bGtU7blA0nk/s1600/101510_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkGQ76tKxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bGtU7blA0nk/s400/101510_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are coming and going, everybody's shouting, kids are jumping. I'd like to say that we all calm down to gather around the table, but we don't. I can't remember the last time we sat at the table at all. The table is just a place to hold giant pots of food while we all fan out around the house, lounging on chairs, squeezing together on couches, sitting crosslegged on the floor. And to add a bit of excitement to it all, we are usually eating spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn't the spaghetti that will make your Italian grandmother proud. This is the spaghetti that will make &lt;strike&gt;my&lt;/strike&gt; your midwestern grandma proud. My mom's family hails from Kansas and our spaghetti is full of Americana - a thousand pounds of ground beef, ketchup, Worcestershire...I know the sound of this might make some foodies cringe, but damn - it is tasty. Now that the weather has been cool, the kids and I have been craving that hearty fare. I decided to try to work up a vegan version of this sauce that tastes meaty and hearty - without forming an inch of yellow grease on top when you put it in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked this up yesterday and it definitely hit the spot. It was meaty, thick, flavorful, and made me want to take a nice carb nap. The kids seriously scarfed it down in record time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kansas-Style Spaghetti Sauce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkGmetpBeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Mk8orE6asso/s1600/101510_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkGmetpBeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Mk8orE6asso/s400/101510_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Serves 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1 8oz package Tempeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1 cup onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;3 cloves garlic, diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1 medium zucchini, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1 1/2 cups sliced mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;28 oz can diced tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;6 oz can tomato paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1 tablespoon nutritional yeast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;2 tablespoons Braggs Liquid Enzymes or soy sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1 tablespoon dried basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instructions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Steam tempeh for 10 minutes; set aside to cool for a few minutes. Mash tempeh in a bowl with a fork until it approaches ground beef consistency. Stir in 1 tablespoon Braggs and the nutritional yeast. Set aside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;In a large skillet or saucepan, heat olive oil over medium-high heat and saute until softened, about 6 minutes. Press tempeh mixture into the pan and let it brown, then turn with a spatula and cook the other side. Go ahead and let it get crumbly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkI1C1rORI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UPlqYZ8LKB4/s1600/101510_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkI1C1rORI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UPlqYZ8LKB4/s400/101510_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Add zucchini and mushrooms and cook about 5 more minutes. Add remainder of ingredients: tomatoes, tomato paste, basil, cayenne, vinegar, and Braggs. Reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes. Serve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1426769253734965735?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1426769253734965735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/spaghetti-kansas-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1426769253734965735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1426769253734965735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/spaghetti-kansas-style.html' title='Spaghetti - Kansas Style'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLkGD96TY6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/JRC0ioycPjs/s72-c/101510_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-7697043876826970636</id><published>2010-10-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:28:14.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSNStores.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSN Stores'/><title type='text'>It's Giveaway Time! $45 Gift Card from CSN Stores!</title><content type='html'>Huzzah, another giveaway! I love giving things away. I really do. Usually, I knit things and &lt;strike&gt;force people to wear them&lt;/strike&gt; lovingly give them to friends, but for those of you not in need of a new hat, you can win this gift card! The lovely people at &lt;b&gt;CSN stores&lt;/b&gt; have sent me a &lt;b&gt;$45 gift card &lt;/b&gt;which I've decided to share with you (because I need &lt;strike&gt;more readers&lt;/strike&gt; your love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you missed my last CSN giveaway, here's a bit about them. They have over 200 stores with just about anything you can imagine for your home. You can use your gift card for something big, like these great &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diningroomsdirect.com/Drop-Leaf-Dining-Tables-C91731.html"&gt;drop leaf tables&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;or maybe some great dishes or kitchen gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even Marcus is excited about this giveaway:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLaGZFqvNTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XBRH-eMzVgY/s1600/101210_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLaGZFqvNTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XBRH-eMzVgY/s400/101210_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok, he's really just excited about enchiladas for dinner. But think of how awesome your enchiladas would be on your nice new table, or served in your nice new casserole dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Ijeoma," you say, "How do I win this gift card?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's crraazzzy easy, here's how to enter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Become a follower of this blog, if you aren't already.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Leave a comment on this post sharing your favorite fall food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! You have until &lt;u&gt;Thursday, October 21st at 10pm&lt;/u&gt; pacific to enter. I will randomly pick the winner the morning of the 22nd. Good luck - I can't wait to read your comments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Please note: gift card does not cover shipping and handling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-7697043876826970636?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7697043876826970636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-giveaway-time-45-gift-card-from-csn.html#comment-form' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7697043876826970636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7697043876826970636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-giveaway-time-45-gift-card-from-csn.html' title='It&apos;s Giveaway Time! $45 Gift Card from CSN Stores!'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLaGZFqvNTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XBRH-eMzVgY/s72-c/101210_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3296239121391804060</id><published>2010-10-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:13:46.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnocchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='22 Doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Khazak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barnes and Noble'/><title type='text'>Art and Food</title><content type='html'>Last night was filled with two of my favorite things - art and food. I met up with my friend Michelle Khazak to make an awesome trade - art for crafts. Outside of being a totally cool person, Michelle is an extremely talented vocalist and painter. I met her thru my brother on music projects they've done together. Michelle proposed a trade of hat for painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that this is the best idea in the history of all ideas in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Michelle yesterday to exchange goods. She wanted something orangey-yellow, a bit fuzzy and slouchy. The hat fit her perfectly and the color looked fabulous on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHuTXhkv8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rxWV9Qet9W8/s1600/101010_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHuTXhkv8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rxWV9Qet9W8/s400/101010_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's a bit camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think I got the better end of the deal though. &lt;b&gt;Check out this great painting!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHug-DpU7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Wy-Qzx1TwUc/s1600/101010_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHug-DpU7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Wy-Qzx1TwUc/s400/101010_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doesn't that look great with my orange walls? She painted this based on a piece of music that I sent her. I couldn't be more pleased. She has a lot of fabulous paintings. If you like to support smaller artists (and add awesome paintings to your walls), you should really take a look at her work. You can see her gallery &lt;a href="http://michelekhazak.com/?page_id=372"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and her Etsy shop &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/michelekhazak"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting in the coffee shop we were having such a good time that we decided to grab dinner and drinks. Michelle suggested &lt;a href="http://www.22seattle.com/"&gt;22 Doors&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm very glad she did! We sat outside on the covered patio, and even though it was chilly and raining outside, the heaters made for a lovely and comfortable atmosphere. I should also add that the service was great - very attentive without being annoying and very friendly and accommodating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHw1zHJA6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8o6gW1jKh5g/s1600/101010_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHw1zHJA6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8o6gW1jKh5g/s400/101010_5.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHw2_8g0KI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_VDHGXrZD1w/s1600/101010_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHw2_8g0KI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_VDHGXrZD1w/s400/101010_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Makes me want to decorate my small patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their tapas menu had a nice selection of veggie items and prices that kept my broke ass happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHyjOOA7iI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MZbpNdQIif8/s1600/101010_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHyjOOA7iI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MZbpNdQIif8/s400/101010_2.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fried cauliflower with cauliflower and truffle puree. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHyvq2VZdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/afJwZtFYS4Q/s1600/101010_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHyvq2VZdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/afJwZtFYS4Q/s400/101010_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gnocchi with asparagus, olives and loads of garlic. I ordered it without feta. Sooo yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinks were&lt;b&gt; fantastic&lt;/b&gt;. This warm concoction was another great suggestions of Michelle's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHxO4GHFPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/PAorVWjN3zc/s1600/101010_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHxO4GHFPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/PAorVWjN3zc/s400/101010_4.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's called Levitation. It has &lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;voyager gin, yellow chartreuse, averna, chamomile tea and orange bitters. I love that it was warm and comforting and not too sweet. Oh, and &lt;b&gt;full of alcohol&lt;/b&gt;. That was a nice touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;I also ordered another lovely warm cocktail. But I was too tipsy by then to take note of what it was called or take any pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;After hours of gabbing we parted ways. It really was a fun time and I'm so glad that we got a chance to connect after years of traveling in the same circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;After dinner I was still tipsy, so I made my way to Barnes and Noble. I don't know why I always find myself at Barnes and Noble after drinks, but &lt;b&gt;I'm pretty sure the staff there is beginning to think I have a problem&lt;/b&gt;. I was not too tipsy to snap a pic of this magazine cover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHyRMhFENI/AAAAAAAAAXk/RJK-EZ86BBI/s1600/101010_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHyRMhFENI/AAAAAAAAAXk/RJK-EZ86BBI/s400/101010_1.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="menu-element-desc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wha??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3296239121391804060?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3296239121391804060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/art-and-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3296239121391804060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3296239121391804060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/art-and-food.html' title='Art and Food'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TLHuTXhkv8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rxWV9Qet9W8/s72-c/101010_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-2456589743047586294</id><published>2010-10-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:18:22.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fudge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veganomicon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waffles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Broke as a Mofo</title><content type='html'>While I certainly didn't make any extravagant purchases in Maui, this trip definitely tapped out my bank account. It's been a while since I've been so strapped until payday (which is still over a week away). I'm also PMSing, so I'm stressed, poor, hungry and in need of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one good thing about tight money times is that it forces me to cook all meals from scratch and try new recipes to accommodate my strange and limited assortment of remaining food items. I'm finally using the tempeh in my fridge that I've been too scared to try. I'm making seitan for the first time with the wheat gluten I bought months ago. I'm using every scrap of vegetable in my crisper. I'm eating more brown rice than any human being should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm making waffles,&lt;b&gt; CHOCOLATE WAFFLES&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TK03-1yfQPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Vl2PxdKdWbc/s1600/100310_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TK03-1yfQPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Vl2PxdKdWbc/s400/100310_18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was craving chocolate desperately, but had no money to go buy some. I don't usually eat chocolate, so it's not something I have in my cupboards. And honestly, even when I crave chocolate, it's usually chocolate &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt;, like cake, not chocolate itself. And dark, fudgy chocolate. Lucky for me, I always seem to have cocoa powder left over from a previous birthday party or fancy dinner. I dug thru my recipe books and found these Chocolate Chip Brownie Waffles in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/156924264X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=malcandmarcde-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=156924264X"&gt;Veganomicon&lt;/a&gt;. Due to pantry and taste constraints, I made a few modifications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of soy yogurt, I just used soy milk with a teaspoon of apple cider vinegar to culture it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Used white whole wheat flour instead of plain flour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Used walnuts instead of pecans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Omitted chocolate chips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TK05-_PfzsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/a06efcKgmFk/s1600/100310_19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TK05-_PfzsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/a06efcKgmFk/s400/100310_19.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are no words for how delicious these turned out. Okay, there are words - words like &lt;b&gt;DELICIOUS, FUDGY, CHOCOLATELY, AMAZING and PERFECT&lt;/b&gt;. They knocked my chocolate craving out cold without being overly sweet and the strawberries added a great freshness. The kids loved them too, but I was too busy shoving waffles in my mouth to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have this cookbook, definitely give this recipe a try. For those of you who don't have - hahah, that's just silly, &lt;i&gt;OF COURSE&lt;/i&gt; you have this cookbook already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you excuse me, I have a giant pot of brown rice to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-2456589743047586294?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2456589743047586294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/broke-as-mofo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/2456589743047586294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/2456589743047586294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/broke-as-mofo.html' title='Broke as a Mofo'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TK03-1yfQPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Vl2PxdKdWbc/s72-c/100310_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-6412584189398888161</id><published>2010-10-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:17:27.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walnut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>Muffins for Motivation</title><content type='html'>During this first post-vacation weekend, I wasn't motivated to do too much. But the universe doesn't care about my motivation. My mom and my brother were both moving to new residences and needed help, and Malcolm had not one, but two soccer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dragged my tired ass out of bed far too early (still on Maui time) and started making muffins. I made a giant batch and then we dashed out the door while shoving muffins in our mouths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnaAcnwABI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PEeWRqcNeO4/s1600/100310_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnaAcnwABI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PEeWRqcNeO4/s400/100310_16.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnaBF0WVII/AAAAAAAAAWM/V4CL9IK3J30/s1600/100310_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnaBF0WVII/AAAAAAAAAWM/V4CL9IK3J30/s400/100310_15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We showed up at my mom's and the muffins quickly disappeared (my grandpa, with his Alzheimer's, can't remember much - but he never forgets his love of baked goods and he ate 5). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of moving, we took a break to watch some soccer action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnam35YmxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/26mAYJkObH8/s1600/100310_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnam35YmxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/26mAYJkObH8/s400/100310_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The call Malcolm "the wall" - is that not adorable! Seriously though, nothing gets past him as a goalie or defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKna1rikqwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RIzpNlaA6vE/s1600/100310_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKna1rikqwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RIzpNlaA6vE/s400/100310_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's perfected the Oluo face of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbBIF6ImI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lY2Oyj4oF1s/s1600/100310_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbBIF6ImI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lY2Oyj4oF1s/s400/100310_11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go Pirates!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the excitement can be a little too much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbO6bfCjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/b25fmctQOfs/s1600/100310_13.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbO6bfCjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/b25fmctQOfs/s400/100310_13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbPhHbTUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UZcbdQyRSgw/s1600/100310_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbPhHbTUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/UZcbdQyRSgw/s400/100310_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But at halftime big brother shows up to make it all ok - and also breaks out some sweet headbands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbjQM3dWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SJQBqwGGTb4/s1600/100310_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="381" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbjQM3dWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SJQBqwGGTb4/s400/100310_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbkC_aHKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WHDSWR_PW-4/s1600/100310_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbkC_aHKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WHDSWR_PW-4/s400/100310_5.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncAcBmhhI/AAAAAAAAAW0/l6GB5EPUTBc/s1600/100310_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncAcBmhhI/AAAAAAAAAW0/l6GB5EPUTBc/s400/100310_14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbk6VZnBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YIuz0yuk4k4/s1600/100310_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbk6VZnBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YIuz0yuk4k4/s400/100310_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnbieWxtJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/l6UYzF3jhyw/s1600/100310_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to the game. Marcus is now calm and ready to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncjMlBCuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vkjdLNSTFs8/s1600/100310_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncjMlBCuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vkjdLNSTFs8/s400/100310_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headband adds extra fierceness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncSBgpOpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wQheeAeaTzY/s1600/100310_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncSBgpOpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/wQheeAeaTzY/s400/100310_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncu5kc6kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cDL2hVbigZA/s1600/100310_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKncu5kc6kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cDL2hVbigZA/s400/100310_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The pirates are victorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I take a tiny bit of credit for such great morning muffins? Sure, why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnc-we_f0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/8aAGXouLSt4/s1600/100310_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnc-we_f0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/8aAGXouLSt4/s400/100310_17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Banana Walnut Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups white whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups non-dairy milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon flax seed&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons water&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons vegetable oil &lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup chopped walnuts&lt;br /&gt;2 large ripe bananas - mushed&lt;br /&gt;16 walnut halves for garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400. In a large bowl, mix together flour, baking powder and salt. In a small bowl or cup mix the milk and vinegar and let sit a few minutes to curdle. In another small cup, mix the flax and water and stir until gelatinous. Combine milk mixture, flax mixture, oil, sugar, nutmeg and vanilla. Add wet ingredients to dry and stir until just combined - do not overmix. Gently stir in banana and chopped walnuts. Fill greased muffin tins 3/4 full. Place a walnut half on top and pop in the oven for about 12-15 minutes until golden brown. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-6412584189398888161?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6412584189398888161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/muffins-for-motivation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/6412584189398888161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/6412584189398888161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/muffins-for-motivation.html' title='Muffins for Motivation'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKnaAcnwABI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PEeWRqcNeO4/s72-c/100310_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1503741208264577213</id><published>2010-10-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:14:37.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kihei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Maui Baby! Part 2</title><content type='html'>Here is the second installment of my Maui Adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haleakala&lt;br /&gt;My friend Sarah joined us in Maui and we made the harrowing drive up Haleakala, but it was totally worth it for the amazing views:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjEl48z-II/AAAAAAAAAUk/h0uPRcuhaXI/s1600/maui_47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjEl48z-II/AAAAAAAAAUk/h0uPRcuhaXI/s400/maui_47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjEmWWaX7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/tze5ddaAcZA/s1600/maui_22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjEmWWaX7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/tze5ddaAcZA/s400/maui_22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjEobSY18I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Zmopp0bD33c/s400/maui_32.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spend a great amount of time in the water - sunburns for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjFUQJx9iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fnIM-ecNMGA/s1600/maui_63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjFUQJx9iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fnIM-ecNMGA/s400/maui_63.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjFVSAF59I/AAAAAAAAAU8/u8jXjJygoX8/s1600/maui_67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjFVSAF59I/AAAAAAAAAU8/u8jXjJygoX8/s400/maui_67.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The guy-girl ratio definitely worked in our favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHG13Ma8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/q6KIgRcRT8A/s1600/maui_52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHG13Ma8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/q6KIgRcRT8A/s400/maui_52.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHHioR5gI/AAAAAAAAAV4/S6Isu2Bi6VM/s1600/maui_76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHHioR5gI/AAAAAAAAAV4/S6Isu2Bi6VM/s400/maui_76.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHIdWdiTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fMw33F_jDSo/s1600/maui_77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHIdWdiTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fMw33F_jDSo/s400/maui_77.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHJiniP0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/BkZ8JlfrAVU/s1600/maui_78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHJiniP0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/BkZ8JlfrAVU/s400/maui_78.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHGO4LaNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jlo1jy5NWH8/s1600/maui_79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHGO4LaNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jlo1jy5NWH8/s400/maui_79.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all, a pretty great vacation for three friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHmHKkraI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ypXq74ZZja8/s1600/maui_66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKjHmHKkraI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ypXq74ZZja8/s400/maui_66.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1503741208264577213?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1503741208264577213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/maui-baby-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1503741208264577213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1503741208264577213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/maui-baby-part-2.html' title='Maui Baby! 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Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back from Maui and I have an insane amount of pics to share. I won't share them all (that torture is for my facebook friends) but I will break some out into a couple of posts for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pre-Maui Prep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The day before Maui was spent eating all the fresh produce in the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYtmEEcx6I/AAAAAAAAATk/IewTIxqdNwk/s1600/maui5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYtmEEcx6I/AAAAAAAAATk/IewTIxqdNwk/s400/maui5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is a bowl full of noodles, zucchini, greens, mushrooms, heirloom tomatoes and whatever else I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally finished Marie's birthday scarf to give to her on the way to the airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYt8z1vbZI/AAAAAAAAATo/mWY2Oe47pbw/s1600/maui_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYt8z1vbZI/AAAAAAAAATo/mWY2Oe47pbw/s400/maui_4.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because every girl needs a new scarf for Maui, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early the next morning to catch the plane. I spotted this awesomely ridiculous article in Marie's copy of Self Magazine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYukygpXfI/AAAAAAAAATs/Lpw5mJI6nUg/s1600/maui_74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYukygpXfI/AAAAAAAAATs/Lpw5mJI6nUg/s400/maui_74.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes ladies, pumpkins are not just for Halloween - use them to get buff! This seems like a sensible idea, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, a sedative and 5 hour flight later, we were in Maui! We checked into our room - check out this great little garden right outside our balcony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYy7G4oW3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/zyOFVDU3wL0/s1600/maui_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYy7G4oW3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/zyOFVDU3wL0/s400/maui_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and immediately walked down to the beach before it got dark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvIVE7g3I/AAAAAAAAATw/SqiVIjShFoY/s1600/maui_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvIVE7g3I/AAAAAAAAATw/SqiVIjShFoY/s400/maui_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvQYwTTZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Xp3LvBapFyg/s1600/maui_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvQYwTTZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Xp3LvBapFyg/s400/maui_14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvRNXR01I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LQYPsew5WaA/s1600/maui_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvRNXR01I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LQYPsew5WaA/s400/maui_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvRotavqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nNcqiBLE3EA/s1600/maui_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvRotavqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nNcqiBLE3EA/s400/maui_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvSRQBjkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/F2VNYHZN57U/s1600/maui_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvSRQBjkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/F2VNYHZN57U/s400/maui_11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvWqC6CdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2z_IC7sBgio/s1600/maui_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYvWqC6CdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2z_IC7sBgio/s400/maui_15.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little beach was literally a block away from our room. How lucky can we get? After a bit of playing in the sand, we realized we were STARVING. So we headed to a nearby sushi restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYv3WKXmUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/epzd2Yj126E/s1600/maui_60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYv3WKXmUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/epzd2Yj126E/s400/maui_60.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYv4O8qDOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yJHrzRZYJxc/s1600/maui_61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYv4O8qDOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yJHrzRZYJxc/s400/maui_61.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No food pics here, it was scarfed down too fast. But I did get that drink pic (yummy lychee martini).We then stumbled drunkenly thru the grocery store in search of breakfast items and boxes of wine (we travel in style).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, my tummy was in need of a little help from both the alcohol and fish (which I usually only eat on special occasions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYxJwp0YgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Orsl_1uoSmE/s1600/maui_75.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYxJwp0YgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Orsl_1uoSmE/s400/maui_75.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mmmm....tofu scramble, toast with guac and fresh papaya. So freaking delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got some more great beach time! This time in Lahaina and Kanapali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYx1pa2ztI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dkUn5gpJPfk/s1600/maui_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYx1pa2ztI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dkUn5gpJPfk/s400/maui_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYx2nD3r7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/UZnjJn_Gbcc/s1600/maui_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYx2nD3r7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/UZnjJn_Gbcc/s400/maui_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYx3SzHCKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HE24fV2OxNk/s1600/maui_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYx3SzHCKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HE24fV2OxNk/s400/maui_17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well I guess that's enough pics for now right? More to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-8444044944736208822?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8444044944736208822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/maui-baby-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8444044944736208822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8444044944736208822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/maui-baby-part-1.html' title='Maui Baby! Part 1'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKYtmEEcx6I/AAAAAAAAATk/IewTIxqdNwk/s72-c/maui5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-339454308797624258</id><published>2010-09-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:11:28.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papaya'/><title type='text'>Greetings from Maui!</title><content type='html'>I won't be posting much this week because I'm on vacation. I promise to have a few full posts about my vacation when I return. Here are a few iphone pics though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKAYk6gYt9I/AAAAAAAAATc/Bs0kc4VSjfw/s1600/maui1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKAYk6gYt9I/AAAAAAAAATc/Bs0kc4VSjfw/s400/maui1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKAYj4zgRdI/AAAAAAAAATY/BqJix8hJlQI/s1600/maui3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKAYj4zgRdI/AAAAAAAAATY/BqJix8hJlQI/s400/maui3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKAYlysSXwI/AAAAAAAAATg/olF1NVEBw14/s1600/maui2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKAYlysSXwI/AAAAAAAAATg/olF1NVEBw14/s400/maui2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm having a blast! See you guys at the end of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-339454308797624258?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/339454308797624258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/greetings-from-maui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/339454308797624258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/339454308797624258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/greetings-from-maui.html' title='Greetings from Maui!'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TKAYk6gYt9I/AAAAAAAAATc/Bs0kc4VSjfw/s72-c/maui1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-755977981803288326</id><published>2010-09-23T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:00:00.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSN Stores'/><title type='text'>Winner Winner Chickn Dinner!</title><content type='html'>We have a &lt;b&gt;winner&lt;/b&gt; for our drawing for the $35 CSN gift certificate, it is (drumroll...........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986120369836271845"&gt;Heather!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will email you your give certificate code. Comment and let me know what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who participated in my very first giveaway! I hope to have more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-755977981803288326?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/755977981803288326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/winner-winner-chickn-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/755977981803288326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/755977981803288326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/winner-winner-chickn-dinner.html' title='Winner Winner Chickn Dinner!'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3667141046036405664</id><published>2010-09-22T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:40:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Creative</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy cooking, eating and blogging about cooking and eating that I haven't had much of a chance to knit (or date - but really, that's for a different type of blog). These last few days I've been bit by the bug and have been knitting more and cooking less. I also had to get an emergency root canal due to cracking my tooth in half on a cocoa roast almond (damn you, delicious almonds!) and the three hour long dentist appointments have left me cranky and craving ready-made soft foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I've been eating out a lot more. &lt;br /&gt;Yummy tofu Pad Kee Mao with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrlfAwfExI/AAAAAAAAATA/_63PDE_12XE/s1600/092210_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrlfAwfExI/AAAAAAAAATA/_63PDE_12XE/s400/092210_3.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrlY9iP_WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jrQXAaCNNM0/s1600/092210_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrlY9iP_WI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jrQXAaCNNM0/s400/092210_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can tell why the boys absolutely adore her. She kept them entertained while I nursed a very sore mouth and tried to swallow mouthfuls of delicious noodles without chewing. Wine definitely helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was pizza. We probably haven't had pizza in about 3 months. No pics of the food, just a pic of two very happy boys covered in pizza sauce. You would have thought I took them to Disneyland instead of Pagliacci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrm0PqSdRI/AAAAAAAAATI/-v3hA90LwiA/s1600/092210_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrm0PqSdRI/AAAAAAAAATI/-v3hA90LwiA/s400/092210_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this fast-ish food has given me the time to finish up this labor of love. The type of love that makes you want to stab yourself with a knitting needle. But now that I've gone thru the blood, sweat and tears I think I'll love it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrnPO-XGmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uppgmWJSiw0/s1600/091510_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrnPO-XGmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uppgmWJSiw0/s400/091510_3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty darn awesome huh? I've blogged a bunch more about it in my knitting blog. You can see it &lt;a href="http://www.malcolmandmarcus.com/malcolm-and-marcus/2010/09/ijeoma-1-scarf-0.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested in my crafty adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3667141046036405664?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3667141046036405664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-creative.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3667141046036405664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3667141046036405664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-creative.html' title='Getting Creative'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJrlfAwfExI/AAAAAAAAATA/_63PDE_12XE/s72-c/092210_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3299520242387678231</id><published>2010-09-19T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:33:02.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guacamole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruitflies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dental hygeine'/><title type='text'>Operation Fruitfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJbKjl2t-RI/AAAAAAAAASg/F5Iuqd_FBGo/s1600/marcus0310.2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJbKjl2t-RI/AAAAAAAAASg/F5Iuqd_FBGo/s320/marcus0310.2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the face of the fruitfly's best friend. Marcus' love of fruit is matched only by his love of hiding things. What do these great loves yield? Hidden Fruit. &lt;b&gt;Yay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midweek I found our house overrun with fruitflies. They'd built condos and were working on a little shopping center on the kitchen counter. Now, I'm not vegan because of a great love for all animal-kind. I have no qualms about battling fruitflies. This is war. I embarked on hunting down apples from under the couch, banana peels from under the bed, grapes from behind the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This combined with bleaching of all surfaces and setting fruitfly traps made me almost too busy to notice (as I was rushing thru my livingroom) my fruitfly loving son, sprawled out on the floor with &lt;b&gt;his toothbrush crammed down his diaper,&lt;/b&gt; scratching an itch. &lt;b&gt;Say what?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, that's exactly what I said. Fruitflies were forgotten for the moment as said toothbrush was confiscated and tossed in the trash. I don't even know what to say further about this other than, &lt;b&gt;my kids are definitely boys.&lt;/b&gt; Is it bad that I was a bit proud of his resourcefulness? When he gets older he is going to be MORTIFIED that I shared this with the blogosphere. At least I didn't take pictures as some of my friends suggested. Anyways, back to the fruitflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm going to Hawaii on Thursday (can I get a "Yay"?) and I don't want the fruitflies to take over again while I'm gone, I'm on a mission to use up all fresh produce before I go. Extra avocado and heirloom tomatoes were just asking to be the obvious vegan standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJbSPn3SGAI/AAAAAAAAASo/XJJzXCIcSeg/s1600/091910_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJbSPn3SGAI/AAAAAAAAASo/XJJzXCIcSeg/s400/091910_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fresh guacamole. Along side some mashed black beans with melted Daiya cheese and some oven-baked tortilla chips. A nice, light lunch. One day, avocado and I will make it official and get married. You will all be invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with such a yummy lunch, snack time comes quickly and with a vengeance in my household. I had a melon that was smelling very sweet, but I wasn't really in the mood for plain old melon. I remembered some bananas that I had put in the freezer during the great fruitfly war of midweek. I decided to try for a new, refreshing snack. It was appreciated by all and was a quick and easy way to use up the entire melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJbSyK7jshI/AAAAAAAAASw/fs7EgxjTjp8/s1600/091910_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJbSyK7jshI/AAAAAAAAASw/fs7EgxjTjp8/s400/091910_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fresh BananaMelon Shake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;2 frozen Bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1 medium size Melon (honeydew, canaloupe or orangeflesh melons work great), seeded and the flesh chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1 tablespoon Lime juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;2 tablespoons Non-Dairy Creamer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Instructions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Place all ingredients in the blender and mix until smooth. Serve immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3299520242387678231?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3299520242387678231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/operation-fruitfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3299520242387678231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3299520242387678231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/operation-fruitfly.html' title='Operation Fruitfly'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJbKjl2t-RI/AAAAAAAAASg/F5Iuqd_FBGo/s72-c/marcus0310.2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-4711830519818913570</id><published>2010-09-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T08:38:14.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clafoutis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ginger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime and punishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Stuck at Home, Cooking Abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't forget to enter my $35 CSNStores Giveaway! It's super easy! &lt;a 09="" 2010="" 35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html="" herhonestlife.blogspot.com="" href="http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html" http:=""&gt;Click HERE&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy is in trouble. &lt;b&gt;Big trouble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWK4pZ95cI/AAAAAAAAASA/fx08C7V7tZU/s1600/malcolm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWK4pZ95cI/AAAAAAAAASA/fx08C7V7tZU/s400/malcolm.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not going to go into what juvenile crime he committed. Let's just say it's enough for &lt;strike&gt;the high courts&lt;/strike&gt; me to sentence him to be grounded for a week, with no new anything for a month, and a two-page letter of apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this means that all of our fun plans for the weekend are canceled. No kids concert, no parks, no soccer games. &lt;b&gt;We just get to stare at each other. ALL WEEKEND.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only stand a mopey 9-year-old for so long, so I sent the boys to the backyard to play, with the instructions to not have too much fun. Malcolm is grounded, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly worried that, left to my own devices, this would be a &lt;b&gt;weekend trip to Couchpajamaland&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWMHEHcpiI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZfyxdoeU82g/s1600/couchpajamaland.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWMHEHcpiI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZfyxdoeU82g/s400/couchpajamaland.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nobody wants that. I decided it would be a good time to tackle some new recipes. I dug out an old French cookbook that I had bought in college to see what I could veganize. Since it was breakfast, I decided to try a Clafoutis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWNK7IlxkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qUE_c-sbwhg/s1600/091810_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWNK7IlxkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qUE_c-sbwhg/s400/091810_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clafoutis is fruit (traditionally cherries) surrounded in a moist, pudding-like cake. Since I had peaches in stock, I decided to use those instead of cherries. This is usually a very eggy dish, so I knew I was going to need to change up the flavor a bit to make up for it. The ginger and lemon definitely gives it a zestiness that rounds out the taste. This is a quick and easy dish and makes a great breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The entire thing was devoured happily&lt;/b&gt;. It was filling, yet light, and the ginger gave it nice depth. For a little while we forgot that we were locked together in punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWNUhewWYI/AAAAAAAAASY/Sblb-nWe1mA/s1600/091810_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWNUhewWYI/AAAAAAAAASY/Sblb-nWe1mA/s400/091810_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peach Clafoutis with Ginger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Serves 6 (unless you have kids like mine. If you do, I will pray for your grocery budget)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1 3/4 cups White Whole Wheat Flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1/2 cups Organic Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;2 cups Non-Dairy Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;3 tablespoons Earth Balance Buttery Spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;3 medium Peaches, chopped into 3/4 inch chunks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1 teaspoon fresh grated Ginger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;1 tablespoon Lemon Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instructions &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350. Place peaches in a buttered casserole dish and toss with lemon and ginger. In a large bowl, mix dry ingredients and set aside. Heat milk and butter until butter is melted. Pour milk/butter mixture into dry ingredients, stirring while pouring to prevent lumps. Mix just until lumps are gone. Pour over peaches. Bake approximately 40 minutes, or until cake is set (but NOT toothpick clean) and top is light brown. Let cool and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodista.com/food/SHT7274N/peach" style="-moz-border-radius: 2px 2px 2px 2px; background-color: white; border: 5px solid rgb(196, 222, 135); display: block; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-indent: 0pt; width: 100px;" title="Peach on Foodista"&gt;&lt;img alt="Peach on Foodista" src="http://cf.foodista.com/static/images/widget_logo_md.png" style="border: medium none; height: 18px; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; width: 84px;" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyn.foodista.com/content/embed/z1.png?foodista_widget_SHT7274N_AAAAAAAA" style="display: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-4711830519818913570?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4711830519818913570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuck-at-home-cooking-abroad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4711830519818913570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4711830519818913570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuck-at-home-cooking-abroad.html' title='Stuck at Home, Cooking Abroad'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJWK4pZ95cI/AAAAAAAAASA/fx08C7V7tZU/s72-c/malcolm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-8217818705148466401</id><published>2010-09-16T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:07:48.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zucchini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSNStores.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><title type='text'>Earning My Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't forget to enter my $35 CSNStores Giveaway! It's super easy! &lt;a 09="" 2010="" 35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html="" herhonestlife.blogspot.com="" href="http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html" http:=""&gt;Click HERE&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep things in perspective. My family is healthy, I have a job, my friends are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that. &lt;b&gt;This was not a good day. It just wasn't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my now 3rd day of stomach woes. I have eaten a bit more white flour and white rice than usual lately. That combined with a high amount of stress has completely shut down my digestive system. Not even my &lt;a href="http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-expensive-haircut.html"&gt;detox shake&lt;/a&gt; is working. I look pregnant. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling bloated and gross. I dragged my tired, fat ass down the stairs to make some oatmeal when I heard my youngest yelling at me from his crib. Not smiling. Not happy. Screaming and demanding his favorite thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLbamYgYAI/AAAAAAAAARY/xxDBeUXvzi0/s1600/marcus0710_b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLbamYgYAI/AAAAAAAAARY/xxDBeUXvzi0/s400/marcus0710_b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLem53WvrI/AAAAAAAAARo/TLhRaduz4-I/s1600/082010_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLem53WvrI/AAAAAAAAARo/TLhRaduz4-I/s400/082010_10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLevZNal-I/AAAAAAAAARw/sh2O9oROzy8/s1600/082210_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLevZNal-I/AAAAAAAAARw/sh2O9oROzy8/s400/082210_4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food.&lt;/b&gt; He's in the middle of a growth spurt and getting over a cold, so we are in constant snot-covered fits right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my breakfast on hold and piled his highchair with grapes, bananas and a &lt;a href="http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/peanut-butter-jelly-time-peanut-butter.html"&gt;peanut butter jelly bar&lt;/a&gt;. This did not satisfy. Two bowls of cereal later and the fit subsided. Did I mention that he's in a growth spurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scarfed down my food and rushed to get dressed while listening to the boys argue about where they were going to sit to put their shoes on. They argue about everything right now as Marcus' favorite sentence is "Leave me alone! You not boss!" and I've turned into that screeching mom &lt;b&gt;threatening to sell them to the circus&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I get to work late.&lt;/b&gt;That would be the highlight of my work day. I'm not going to go into detail, because it will just elevate my heart rate. Let's just say that I was putting out fires left and right. Actually I wasn't putting out fires. I was running from fire to fire with a small bucket of water and watching buildings burn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get everything at work in order so that I can have a stress free vacation next week. This is not working as the stuff to do seems to increase exponentially each day.. I've also been working so hard that I haven't been able to go to the gym. I'm sure this isn't helping my stomach issues either. Seriously, do you guys have any tips about this? I'm eating fiber, I'm drinking water, but &lt;b&gt;nothing is getting rid of this food baby&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from work, &lt;b&gt;I got lost&lt;/b&gt;. I really don't know how this happened. I work in the town I grew up in. I've never once gotten lost there, not in my entire life. I really didn't think it was possible to get lost in Lynnwood, WA. It took me 45 minutes to find my way out of the town that I've been driving in since I was 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I picked up the kids, it was 7:15 at night. I'm not going to cook. I heated up some &lt;b&gt;Amy's Mexican Casserole Bowls&lt;/b&gt; for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLd3fH-NJI/AAAAAAAAARg/yN0w7SLw35M/s1600/091610_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLd3fH-NJI/AAAAAAAAARg/yN0w7SLw35M/s320/091610_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These things are delicious and pretty nutritionally sound. I don't eat them anymore since they have cheese, but the kids scarfed them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my dinner, I turned to my comfort soup - since it's calming and something that my still very unhappy stomach can handle. And, honestly, I had already made it yesterday. I think I would have eaten just about anything if it meant avoiding cooking tonight. This soup is light and soothing with a lovely onion flavor - almost like a leek soup. It has extremely low calories as well. It's also insanely easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLgUifE3sI/AAAAAAAAAR4/J1Be8uZGYgM/s1600/091510_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLgUifE3sI/AAAAAAAAAR4/J1Be8uZGYgM/s400/091510_5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Onion &amp;amp; Zucchini Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;serves 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;1 large Sweet Yellow Onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;2 medium Zucchini, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;4 cups water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried Thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;1 tablespoon Truffle Oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Place onion and zucchini in a medium pot and add water, salt and thyme. Boil on medium heat until vegetables are tender. Remove vegetables from water (but don't throw out water) and place in a blender with approx 1/2 cup water from the pot. You may have to do this in a couple of batches, depending on your blender. Blend until smooth and return to pot with the water. Add truffle oil and salt and pepper to taste. Serve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are fed and (with the exception of a toy truck related fit) happy. I was able to put them in bed and give them nice kisses and hugs and goodnight wishes and for 5 minutes they were the angels I know them to be. They are safe and warm and I know that's all that matters. Life is pretty good, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-8217818705148466401?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8217818705148466401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/earning-my-vacation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8217818705148466401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8217818705148466401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/earning-my-vacation.html' title='Earning My Vacation'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TJLbamYgYAI/AAAAAAAAARY/xxDBeUXvzi0/s72-c/marcus0710_b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1420727925635004692</id><published>2010-09-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:40:19.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSN Stores Giveaway Extended</title><content type='html'>Hey guys and gals! I just wanted to let you know that I'm extending my &lt;a href="http://www.diningroomsdirect.com/Bistro-and-Pub-Sets-C7086.html"&gt;CSN Stores&lt;/a&gt; giveaway until Wednesday, Sept 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to enter!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1420727925635004692?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1420727925635004692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/csn-stores-giveaway-extended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1420727925635004692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1420727925635004692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/csn-stores-giveaway-extended.html' title='CSN Stores Giveaway Extended'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-4045325489875302474</id><published>2010-09-13T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:09:00.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mojitos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wallace Falls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Keeping Things in Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;DON'T FORGET TO ENTER TO WIN YOUR $35 GIFT CERTIFICATE FOR CSNStores.com! IT'S SUPER EASY! &lt;a href="http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html"&gt;CLICK HERE NOW!!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about balance. I'm trying to learn that now to break old habits of going all out on diet and exercise and then flaming out after a few weeks. I've managed to keep up this healthy balancing act for over 4 months now. It's been slow and steady progress, but I feel like these changes are going to stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was all about balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday.&lt;/b&gt; Sensible breakfast and lunch, along with a light workout, followed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1sigU2iAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9qY3jDSfXNg/s1600/joshbbq7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1sigU2iAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9qY3jDSfXNg/s400/joshbbq7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giant pitcher of mojios! &lt;/b&gt;Not pictured: the &lt;b&gt;5 lbs of guacamole&lt;/b&gt; also consumed.&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun night with my old high school buds. We've been friends for over 13 years. We get together about every 6 months or so and it's always a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1s7ULu9RI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mKMAvCmIQ40/s1600/joshbbq2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1s7ULu9RI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mKMAvCmIQ40/s400/joshbbq2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1tAZ9h7jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ante-xiF6WM/s1600/joshbbq3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1tAZ9h7jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ante-xiF6WM/s400/joshbbq3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1tHl9PmdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MofnLHMmfjY/s1600/joshbbq9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1tHl9PmdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MofnLHMmfjY/s400/joshbbq9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't ask about this last one. It was disgusting. I worry about my friends perceptions of their cooking abilities.After a night of drinking and eating I was feeling not so hot. But not quite as bad as my mojito drinking partner in crime - Dave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI12FQG1_iI/AAAAAAAAARI/Tq1aun_ngoU/s1600/joshbbq8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI12FQG1_iI/AAAAAAAAARI/Tq1aun_ngoU/s400/joshbbq8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That, my friends, is the face of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fridays excess was balanced by this:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1th0nz0-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/txbtfKWVbL8/s1600/091101_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1th0nz0-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/txbtfKWVbL8/s640/091101_2.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A fantastic hike in Wallace Falls with more friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1tqsTZv2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/3iCKxpPiYOE/s1600/091101_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1tqsTZv2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/3iCKxpPiYOE/s400/091101_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1txyM4UUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BTYFzXyA94E/s1600/091101_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1txyM4UUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BTYFzXyA94E/s400/091101_8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1t4N0xSII/AAAAAAAAAQA/BhlgxPh0x6Y/s1600/091101_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1t4N0xSII/AAAAAAAAAQA/BhlgxPh0x6Y/s400/091101_9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The best of these photos are courtesy of my talented friend Marie (above in blue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1uBjxKJeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jx1pm2HyGrs/s1600/091101_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1uBjxKJeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jx1pm2HyGrs/s400/091101_4.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marie is the type of friend who reminds me to suck my stomach in before she takes a photo. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1uPrCwOvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/B63CdoxGbQY/s1600/091101_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1uPrCwOvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/B63CdoxGbQY/s640/091101_6.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1uU326amI/AAAAAAAAAQY/gKu9dpDEAkE/s1600/091101_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1uU326amI/AAAAAAAAAQY/gKu9dpDEAkE/s640/091101_5.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the hike was over the girls suggested we go over to a nearby restaurant for food and drinks. I had planned a light dinner and was about to decline, but then I remembered something important. &lt;b&gt;This is my life.&lt;/b&gt; Life isn't about missing out on fun times with the people you love just because you want that number on the scale to go down. I reminded myself that&lt;b&gt; I'm a grownup, and I can actually go out to dinner and eat what I want so long as I'm willing to make up for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did. There is no photo-documentation of the dinner indulgences. Lets just say that it included corn fritters, tacos, guacamole and a small bit of chocolate cake. I went to bed that night not feeling guilty like I used to - like I'd really blown it, because I new that the next morning I would start fresh and balance it out. I kept to light, yet delicious and wholesome food and got in a decent sized walk and all was right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A day of balancing in under 1600 calories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1vsXK-G_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/wpTHeObaR9c/s1600/091101_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1vsXK-G_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/wpTHeObaR9c/s400/091101_7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A bowl of oatmeal with a mashed banana, 6 walnut halves, So Delicious Coconut Milk, brown sugar, 1 tablespoon of flax seed and a touch of cinnamon and nutmeg. Finished with a cup of tea. &lt;b&gt;Nom. Nom. Nom. &lt;/b&gt;So very delicious and kept me more than satisfied until lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1wLLFnKeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/s9gi9qiPI84/s1600/091101_13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1wLLFnKeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/s9gi9qiPI84/s400/091101_13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Crumbled black bean-quinoa patty with sauteed kale and garlic in a bit of olive oil. Topped with 6 walnut halves (chopped), heirloom tomato, soy sauce and balsamic vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After my workout I was getting quite hungry, so I had a quick &lt;b&gt;snack.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1z--3KevI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_jvENOPD310/s1600/091101_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1z--3KevI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_jvENOPD310/s400/091101_14.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A small handful of cocoa roast almonds. If you haven't tried them - RUN TO THE STORE NOW. They are so good. So so so so good. They aren't the most natural, but the ingredient list isn't too scary either. And they are worth it to get a great chocolate fix along with some protein for staying power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1xRmU9adI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HFoLbjcvBWE/s1600/091101_12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1xRmU9adI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HFoLbjcvBWE/s400/091101_12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Homemade dosas with curried potatoes. &lt;b&gt;No. Words. For. The. Awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dessert&lt;/b&gt; - Oh yes, even a 1600 calorie day comes with dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI11NtqhD7I/AAAAAAAAARA/umspCX_qMww/s1600/091101_15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI11NtqhD7I/AAAAAAAAARA/umspCX_qMww/s400/091101_15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A handful of strawberries with homemade chocolate ganache. I don't really have to tell you that this was delicious right? I didn't think so. I like to keep some ganache in the freezer for little chocolate fixes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was able to make up for some indulgences and not feel the slightest bit deprived. In fact, I felt downright spoiled. Isn't food fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next post: recipe for the Dosas with Curried Potatoes!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-4045325489875302474?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4045325489875302474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/keeping-things-in-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4045325489875302474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4045325489875302474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/keeping-things-in-balance.html' title='Keeping Things in Balance'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TI1sigU2iAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9qY3jDSfXNg/s72-c/joshbbq7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1108576613883795349</id><published>2010-09-10T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:03:49.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSNStores.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSN Stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>$35 Giveaway from CSN Stores!!! - Extended!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIqZrEiy-zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CrGU6d3myFU/s320/CSN_Stores_Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks at CSN stores.com contacted me and asked if I wanted to offer a &lt;b&gt;$35 gift certificate&lt;/b&gt; on my blog. I looked at these cute &lt;a href="http://www.diningroomsdirect.com/Bistro-and-Pub-Sets-C7086.html"&gt;bistro sets&lt;/a&gt;, that would be a great addition on my deck and wished I could win a gift certificate! Being a fan of all things free, I jumped at the opportunity to share a gift with my readers. You know you love free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I did some research on CSN Stores before deciding to do this giveaway. They have over 200 stores with just about any kitchen and dining supply that a foodie like you or me could think of. Their customer feedback seems solid as well. &lt;a href="http://www.diningroomsdirect.com/Bistro-and-Pub-Sets-C7086.html" target="_new"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to take a look around their stores and imagine what fun you'd have with an extra $35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How To Enter This Giveaway:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click the Follow button (on the top right of this blog) to become a fan of this blog and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leave a Comment on this post about the kitchen tool or appliance that has helped you the most with your healthy eating goals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This giveaway will be open until 10pm pacific time on &lt;strike&gt;Thursday, September 16th&lt;/strike&gt; Wednesday, September 23rd. The winner will be picked randomly on &lt;strike&gt;Friday, September 17th &lt;/strike&gt;Wednesday, September 23rd!.&lt;b&gt; Good luck!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please note that the gift certificate does not cover shipping and handling fees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1108576613883795349?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1108576613883795349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1108576613883795349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1108576613883795349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/35-giveaway-from-csn-stores.html' title='$35 Giveaway from CSN Stores!!! - Extended!'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIqZrEiy-zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CrGU6d3myFU/s72-c/CSN_Stores_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-8167514762955358281</id><published>2010-09-07T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:11:08.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut butter love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBandJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Jelly Time, Peanut Butter Jelly Time</title><content type='html'>Come on, dance with me - &lt;i&gt;"Peanut butter jelly time...peanut butter jelly time..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy? He loves his peanut butter and jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb4ww1T-yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mo73Uu2wJZU/s1600/marcus0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb4ww1T-yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mo73Uu2wJZU/s400/marcus0710.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little boy? He's a longtime fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb0imoDLnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fs0Ynim8bs4/s1600/park+april+09+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb0imoDLnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fs0Ynim8bs4/s400/park+april+09+7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this not-so-little girl? Has to admit to having one or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb4hiAWJ1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/lqH49zDQjwY/s1600/090710_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb4hiAWJ1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/lqH49zDQjwY/s400/090710_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She apparently must also admit to wearing those purple ruffles (&lt;i&gt;I do what I want!!&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to do hair tests, like they do on crime shows, I'm sure our years of PB&amp;amp;J addiction would show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family love of PB&amp;amp;J means that we are constantly walking around gooey, sticky and smelling of peanuts. All household surfaces are likely to have at least one jelly-smudged fingerprint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what's a mom who hates cleaning to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whip up a batch of these tasty (and healthy) snacks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb6SQcqaGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/go6_HyJXNII/s1600/090710_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb6SQcqaGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/go6_HyJXNII/s400/090710_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut Butter Jelly Bars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crust:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup almonds&lt;br /&gt;1 cup rolled oats (regular oatmeal kind)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon baking powder &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;4 fresh dates, pitted&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filling:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup organic peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup organic fruit preserves (your favorite flavor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instructions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. Place almonds, oats, flour, baking powder and salt in a food processor. Process until it forms a powder. Add remaining ingredients and process until it becomes a dough ball. Divide in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out half of the dough on piece of parchment paper until about 1/8 inch thick. Spread peanut butter on top. Roll out the other half of the dough on another piece of parchment paper until it's the same size as the first. Spread jelly on top. Using the parchment paper as a holder, gently lay the peanut butter half of the dough (pb side down) onto the jelly half, forming a gigantic sandwich. Remove parchment paper and place on a lightly greased cookie sheet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place in oven and bake approximately 20 minutes, or until dough is raised a bit and top is medium brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow to cool and eat whole in a celebration of peanut butter, jelly and gluttony - or cut into bars and share with kids. Your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-8167514762955358281?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8167514762955358281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/peanut-butter-jelly-time-peanut-butter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8167514762955358281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8167514762955358281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/peanut-butter-jelly-time-peanut-butter.html' title='Peanut Butter Jelly Time, Peanut Butter Jelly Time'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIb4ww1T-yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mo73Uu2wJZU/s72-c/marcus0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-8630003543068403365</id><published>2010-09-05T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:43:27.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coconut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>These Very Last Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>While I have already broken out the fall boots here in Seattle, I still think of labor day weekend as part of summer. While the weather is cooler, the trees are still green,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPMEIPfcGI/AAAAAAAAANg/ewqcULFYj08/s1600/wallace_15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPMEIPfcGI/AAAAAAAAANg/ewqcULFYj08/s400/wallace_15.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we might not be taking a dip in the pool, we can still take a walk down to the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPMmchG6zI/AAAAAAAAANo/YOFtGMCb2wU/s1600/pond1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPMmchG6zI/AAAAAAAAANo/YOFtGMCb2wU/s400/pond1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And bikes can still be ridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPMvX8Cq5I/AAAAAAAAANw/D8Y4Dvj8GtI/s1600/0221.8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPMvX8Cq5I/AAAAAAAAANw/D8Y4Dvj8GtI/s400/0221.8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And swings can be swung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPM6Gf9ioI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wa4LdezYldE/s1600/0221.2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPM6Gf9ioI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wa4LdezYldE/s400/0221.2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And there's still fresh fruit to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPNOHo-61I/AAAAAAAAAOA/V38qv798rq8/s1600/090510_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPNOHo-61I/AAAAAAAAAOA/V38qv798rq8/s400/090510_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This tart works wonderfully with any summer fruits - peaches, apricots, mangoes - whatever you have on hand. It's cool and refreshing, yet rich and satisfying. The cashew crust is so yummy, I could eat it by itself. We had it for breakfast and both boys had polished theirs off in under 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer Fruit Tart with Coconut Creme and Maple-Ginger Glaze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPQO2NaXCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aR83_HPGYaU/s1600/090510_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPQO2NaXCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aR83_HPGYaU/s400/090510_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6 (if you like large slices, and you know you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maple-Ginger Glaze&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Tablespoons maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 inch piece of ginger, peeled&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cashew Crust&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup raw cashews&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oats (the regular oatmeal kind)&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Coconut Creme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup firm silken tofu&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup So Delicious coconut milk beverage&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon coconut extract&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3 Tablespoons maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fruit Topping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups fresh fruit, sliced (I used strawberries and bananas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;In a small saucepan, combine the ingredients for Maple-Ginger Glaze and heat until boiling. Remove from heat and let sit for at least 10 minutes. Half of this glaze will go on top of the tart and the other half will go in the crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. In a food processor, blend all dry ingredients for the Cashew Crust until they form a grainy powder. Add the vegetable oil and half of the glaze mixture and process until combined. Press the crust into a greased pie plate or tart pan. Bake until light brown. Remove from oven and place in freezer. Rinse your food processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In food processor, combine all ingredients for Coconut Creme and process until smooth. Put in a small/medium saucepan and heat, stirring constantly, until just before boiling. Remove from heat and continue to stir while it cools, until you have a thick pudding consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove crust from freezer. Scoop Coconut Creme onto the crust and spread until even on top. Arrange fruit on top. Drizzle with remainder of glaze mixture. Refrigerate for at least 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPSL4Qk1LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9wInwSi9UI0/s1600/090510_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPSL4Qk1LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9wInwSi9UI0/s400/090510_3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-8630003543068403365?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8630003543068403365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-very-last-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8630003543068403365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8630003543068403365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-very-last-days-of-summer.html' title='These Very Last Days of Summer'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIPMEIPfcGI/AAAAAAAAANg/ewqcULFYj08/s72-c/wallace_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3350042716591832201</id><published>2010-09-02T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:43:55.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calorie tracker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>My Fitness Tracker</title><content type='html'>I have a new iPhone app that I'm&lt;b&gt; in love&lt;/b&gt; with. It's &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/"&gt;My Fitness Pal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIBZ7gsAjqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9S-ky8N1kqk/s1600/090210_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIBZ7gsAjqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9S-ky8N1kqk/s320/090210_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIBaAMbFDRI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zmZC6BPJ6s/s1600/090210_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIBaAMbFDRI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zmZC6BPJ6s/s320/090210_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This app has changed my &lt;strike&gt;life&lt;/strike&gt; week.&lt;/b&gt; I'm not usually a big calorie sticker (which is obvious to anyone who knows me), but I worry a lot about proper nutrition - especially since I tend to be anemic. I did a search on my iphone store and came across the app of my dreams. This little baby not only counts calories, but &lt;b&gt;gives you a whole rundown of your nutritional intake and goals&lt;/b&gt;. Worried about iron levels? Covered. Worried about calcium? Covered. Potassium? Check. It also has a website version that you can back up your app onto and update on their as well. The site also has great forums and tools (like a nice recipe builder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention this baby is free? &lt;b&gt;Hells yeah. Free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above images aren't mine. My current calorie goal is 1540 to lose 1.5lbs per week. You get a greater calorie allowance if you work out too - so needless to say I haven't been missing any workouts (I love dessert too much!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of workouts, I forgot my tennis shoes today, but didn't realize until I was halfway into my workout clothes at the gym. Determined to not miss a workout, &lt;b&gt;I went to my spin class in sandals&lt;/b&gt;. I was like "hey, I'm just sitting and pedaling, I could practically do that barefoot." hahaha, silly me. As soon as we started the standing drills the evil little bike pedals started cutting thru the thin sole of my sandals. &lt;b&gt;OUCH&lt;/b&gt;. But I finished my hour and now I'm eating a brownie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping this (the app, not the brownie) will help me feel a little more confident on the beaches of Hawaii at the end of this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3350042716591832201?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3350042716591832201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-fitness-tracker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3350042716591832201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3350042716591832201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-fitness-tracker.html' title='My Fitness Tracker'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TIBZ7gsAjqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9S-ky8N1kqk/s72-c/090210_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1130099956684508687</id><published>2010-08-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:09:28.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pita chips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking disaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microwave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Burning Down the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Three hundred sixty five degrees&lt;br /&gt;Burning down the house&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me. Kitchens. Fire. It's sort of a thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11 and my brother was 10, we came up with a brilliant idea to make crayons in the microwave. My mom's brand new microwave that she had received as a birthday present (this was back in the day when microwaves were new tech and the most kick-ass thing you could get anybody). So on this unsupervised afternoon &lt;b&gt;we put about 10 crayons in a cup and stuck them in the microwave for about 15 minutes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to the microwave to check my on my surely awesome candle, I instead found a cup of flames that were threatening the ceiling of the microwave. I quickly grabbed a hot pad and pulled out the flaming cup - just as the ceiling of the microwave was collapsing into a puddle of plastic. Flames shot out the top up the &lt;b&gt;microwave-turned gooey pile &lt;/b&gt;and up the wall. Then the potholder that I was using to hold the cup caught fire and I dropped the entire thing in a panic; &lt;b&gt;sending flames shooting across the kitchen linoleum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I were able to get the flames out within about 5 minutes, but needless to say, the microwave (and my mom's deposit on our apartment) was toast. I wasn't allowed in the kitchen again until I was about 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings us to present day and I've obviously come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx37a8P6JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zZv2lfY9w68/s1600/083010_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx37a8P6JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zZv2lfY9w68/s400/083010_5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;My first attempt at making Pita Chips last night. &lt;b&gt;Win.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think being a woman who's cooked more than her fair share of meals in her 29+ years would know to not put anything in the top rack of oven under broil and leave it unattended for &lt;strike&gt;25&lt;/strike&gt; 5 minutes. If that is what you thought, then you thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After carefully grabbing a cookie sheet filled with&lt;b&gt; 6-inch tall pita-fueled flames&lt;/b&gt;, and then rushing to fan smoke detectors on both floors that were screeching like Gilbert Gottfried, I did not give up on dinner and sink into a bottle of wine. Don't get me wrong, there was wine drinking, but dinner also prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tossed out the pita charcoal and started fresh with oven-baked tortilla chips. This time I kept a close eye on them in order to prevent further flames. I made some fresh hummus, but I used 1/2 chickpeas, 1/2 cauliflower to save a bit on calories and up the veggie intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx5djKwO1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1sC3kTIgwVA/s1600/083010_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx5djKwO1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1sC3kTIgwVA/s400/083010_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty good recovery, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried that this probably wouldn't be classified as a well-rounded dinner by the food police in my head, I decided to add a large salad as well. I put a bunch of thinly shredded, raw kale in a LARGE bowl, added a large heirloom tomato and half an avocado. I then whipped up a quick and &lt;b&gt;ohhh soooo delicious&lt;/b&gt; dressing using this fabulous mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx6MNhpPVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/k3w1D394EGE/s1600/083010_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx6MNhpPVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/k3w1D394EGE/s400/083010_3.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx6RipE8JI/AAAAAAAAANA/PP3qpf428G8/s1600/083010_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx6RipE8JI/AAAAAAAAANA/PP3qpf428G8/s400/083010_4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out those ingredients; pretty good huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisked it in with a clove of garlic, some balsamic and some olive oil. I then tossed the whole thing together to get this beauty of a salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx6q0eoxcI/AAAAAAAAANI/feMuk7tDFRY/s1600/083010_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx6q0eoxcI/AAAAAAAAANI/feMuk7tDFRY/s400/083010_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However delicious this may look to you, it tastes a bajillion times better - even after inhaling mountains of pita-flame smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1130099956684508687?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1130099956684508687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/burning-down-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1130099956684508687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1130099956684508687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/burning-down-house.html' title='Burning Down the House'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THx37a8P6JI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zZv2lfY9w68/s72-c/083010_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-2496276003852714168</id><published>2010-08-28T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:31:25.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan cookbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>A Weekend of Fun Festivities</title><content type='html'>It's early Saturday evening and I am exhausted. This has been an action-packed weekend so far and I must say;&lt;b&gt; it's time for a nap&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with Friday at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmwJcD0GYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W8ijvKvL_9M/s1600/082810_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmwJcD0GYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W8ijvKvL_9M/s400/082810_3.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, a bunch of grownups at the fair can get quite goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmwUzFNfwI/AAAAAAAAALA/MpO8-zWTJ8g/s1600/082810_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmwUzFNfwI/AAAAAAAAALA/MpO8-zWTJ8g/s400/082810_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've gone &lt;b&gt;BANANAS&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmweL1VDGI/AAAAAAAAALI/FroL3wTSTyc/s1600/082810_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmweL1VDGI/AAAAAAAAALI/FroL3wTSTyc/s400/082810_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you look closely, you'll see that's &lt;b&gt;a button, within a button, within a button&lt;/b&gt;. Trippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmwrUSGhGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nqMsqdgqTCM/s1600/082810_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmwrUSGhGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nqMsqdgqTCM/s400/082810_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zombie Michael Jackson. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmw41vQDiI/AAAAAAAAALY/b4r7n9Q8WVs/s1600/082810_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmw41vQDiI/AAAAAAAAALY/b4r7n9Q8WVs/s400/082810_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awww, bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmxA0RtpqI/AAAAAAAAALg/UW6vyhjZh6o/s1600/082810_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmxA0RtpqI/AAAAAAAAALg/UW6vyhjZh6o/s400/082810_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Crazy bird feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending waaayyy too much time staring at birds and bunnies, we hit the food carts. I was NOT a responsible eater. I was not very vegan either(I know there was dairy in most of the things I ate). I had fried pickles, half a funnel cake and corn on the cob. That doesn't sound too bad, but it's on top of pre-fair bar dinner of Amaretto and sodas, chips and guac, and fried mushrooms. Yes,&lt;b&gt; I ate a MILLION CALORIES&lt;/b&gt;. It was a fun night, but my food baby must have weighed like 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday was Malcolm's 9th birthday party!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, even with the party, I was able to make pretty good food choices. I got up early and started making cupcakes. I made the vanilla cupcakes from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1569242739?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=malcandmarcde-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1569242739"&gt;Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World&lt;/a&gt;, but I made two fun changes. I baked them in ice-cream cones and I put a dollop of chocolate ganache in the center. I then piped a mountain of buttercream frosting (also from VCTOTW) so they looked like ice-cream cones. I served them with bowls of sundae toppings: sliced bananas, sliced strawberries, chocolate chips, pineapple, nuts and sprinkles, and let the kids put them on their cupcakes. I got so many compliments on them - nobody suspected they were vegan! They were quite a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmywkEaWQI/AAAAAAAAALo/mstAOrVTTt8/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmywkEaWQI/AAAAAAAAALo/mstAOrVTTt8/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmy2Zs4EjI/AAAAAAAAALw/DxYx2_A8PG0/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmy2Zs4EjI/AAAAAAAAALw/DxYx2_A8PG0/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmy9o5xZ-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/7nZ_4ZTf0uY/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmy9o5xZ-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/7nZ_4ZTf0uY/s400/6.JPG" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you tell how exhausted I am?&lt;br /&gt;Marcus used his cupcake primarily as a sprinkles holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmzl2fchvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AgyCAly-p5Q/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmzl2fchvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AgyCAly-p5Q/s400/7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmzsFYqvpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/n5dVBciAwNI/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmzsFYqvpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/n5dVBciAwNI/s400/8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everytime he'd get messy, he'd run over to me and wipe his face on the skirt of my dress. I looked FABULOUS by the end of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids also had pizza and apple juice, but I stuck to a veggie platter that I made. No pics, I was too busy on party patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids stayed in the pool for 4 hours - we were so lucky that the sun came out today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THm0WlDpRUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/v_lx9GP_XP8/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THm0WlDpRUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/v_lx9GP_XP8/s400/3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THm1G_0ZOKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VpFjh6cf1Ak/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THm1G_0ZOKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VpFjh6cf1Ak/s400/1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm had a blast! I'm so glad everything turned out great. He's spending the night at his dad's so now I'm drinking wine and contemplating cleaning this disaster of a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;What goes better with cupcakes than cake? Nothing, that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THm07Fh9y1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/f7gRelyyjQE/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THm07Fh9y1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/f7gRelyyjQE/s400/9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to my baby Malcolm. You and your brother are the light of my life and I am SO blessed to have such a wonderful son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-2496276003852714168?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2496276003852714168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-of-fun-festivities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/2496276003852714168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/2496276003852714168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-of-fun-festivities.html' title='A Weekend of Fun Festivities'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THmwJcD0GYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W8ijvKvL_9M/s72-c/082810_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1467765086780246508</id><published>2010-08-25T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:55:35.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half My Cookbook Library in One Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In these last days of summer, I decided that tonight was a good night for a real "summery" dinner. I also wanted to use some of my recently purchased vegan cookbooks (I have to justify the large percentage of my income that has been going to Barnes and Noble lately). With relatively little effort, I produced this lovely summer meal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THXf_8YNEpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vG6G9WWphYg/s1600/082510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THXf_8YNEpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vG6G9WWphYg/s400/082510.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doesn't it look delicious? Trust me, it was even tastier than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made Black Bean Patties from Veganomicon served over quinoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/156924264X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=malcandmarcde-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=156924264X"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THXhCri5ZJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zNv2sp-1g_4/s320/082510_2.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mushroom Sauce from Vegan With A Vengeance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1569243581?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=malcandmarcde-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1569243581" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51EZVK8FtiL._SL160_.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an AMAZING Heirloom Tomato Salad from Clean Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1402768141?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=malcandmarcde-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1402768141" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41sfVDbOajL._SL160_.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire combination was delicious and summer perfection. The black bean patties were smoky like they just came off the grill. The mushroom sauce was earthy. The heirloom tomato salad was so refreshing. Each tomato had a different flavor and texture and the dressing was simple and light. The tomatoes were definitely the favorites of the boys too. It's rare that they eat all the veggies first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a couple of mods to the recipes based on availability and personal taste. For the black bean patties I didn't have enough black beans, so I used half black beans and half garbanzo beans. I subbed the wheat gluten for quinoa. I also left out the chili powder. For the mushroom sauce I didn't have stock so I used water. I also used vermouth instead of white wine. For the heirloom tomato salad I didn't have avocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sign of a good utilitarian cookbook is where you can sub multiple items and come out with dishes that still taste fantastic. I think that making a lot of substitutions is a great way to grow your cooking instincts as well. So grab a cookbook (or three) and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1467765086780246508?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1467765086780246508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/half-my-cookbook-library-in-one-meal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1467765086780246508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1467765086780246508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/half-my-cookbook-library-in-one-meal.html' title='Half My Cookbook Library in One Meal'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THXf_8YNEpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vG6G9WWphYg/s72-c/082510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-5237500357801246358</id><published>2010-08-22T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:26:31.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHNKacABOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wm92kSxgFBc/s1600/homer-devil-angel-shoulders.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHNKacABOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wm92kSxgFBc/s320/homer-devil-angel-shoulders.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just like Homer Simpson, I often feel like I have little angels and devils battling over my decision-making. Also like Homer, most of these decisions are food related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Hawaii next month and dream of wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Food devil says, "I'm sure you will find good food choices if you go out to Mexican restaurants 3 times this week." Food devil says, &lt;b&gt;"If you eat a giant plate of eggrolls at 5pm, then a giant plate of chips and guac along with a large margarita would be a sensible 7pm choice."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, since I've changed my diet these last few months, my body revolts pretty quickly and insists that I listen to the food angel voice. By dinnertime Friday, my stomach was about to apply for amnesty if I didn't make some smarter choices. I skipped dinner because my stomach was apparently on strike. Food angel and I vowed to do better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my mom called and wanted to go to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHQFAls3QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6Na4B15uWa8/s1600/082210_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHQFAls3QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6Na4B15uWa8/s400/082210_8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you see the little food devil on her shoulder? All thoughts of a sensible breakfast were off - especially since I really hadn't gotten any quality time with my mom in a few weeks. We headed off to &lt;a href="http://www.waywardvegancafe.com/"&gt;The Wayward Cafe&lt;/a&gt; in the UDistrict. I was excited as I seriously have never been to a fully vegan restaurant before. I looked at the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food angel said, "Oh look, they have a section called light-"&lt;br /&gt;Food devil interrupted, &lt;b&gt;"BISCUITS AND GRAVY!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the server, who also apparently works for my food devil says, "You want to add vegan sausage patties to those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all know the answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHRl4acHPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BjisUM9B0F0/s1600/082210_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHRl4acHPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BjisUM9B0F0/s400/082210_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About a third of the way thru, my stomach completely shut down. It was not going to allow any more delicious food in. No matter how yummy the herbed biscuits were, no matter how thick and savory the sausage and gravy, no matter how perfectly fluffy the tofu scramble - it just wasn't going down. Not even the kale - my beloved kale. Marcus also seemed to revolt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHSRWi6Z0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/oK8-zSNWsPo/s1600/082210_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHSRWi6Z0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/oK8-zSNWsPo/s400/082210_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a rather aggressive game of "got your nose," Marcus decided to shove an entire spoonful of margarine in his mouth. Marcus' stomach soon joined mine in complete clampdown and breakfast was pretty much over. I packed up over half my plate and took it home for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 hours later I was still feeling bloated and icky, but the food devil said, &lt;b&gt;"You know, I bet you can eat the rest of those biscuits and gravy now."&lt;/b&gt; I tried, and failed. I felt so gross that Marcus and I both took a long nap. I don't even remember what dinner was, but it was tiny and barely eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up and I think even the food devil had a stomachache. So the food angel won and breakfast was strawberry detox smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHTh1paEJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9zdpcJmiXZ4/s1600/081510_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHTh1paEJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9zdpcJmiXZ4/s400/081510_2.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I started feeling better almost immediately. I followed it up with a piece of Dave's Killer Bread, a glass of tea, and a few glasses of water, and I was on the road to recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was feeling a better, I let down my guard again. Big mistake. &lt;b&gt;Food devil wants cookies&lt;/b&gt;. Actually, Almond Blondies to be precise. The food devil and I adapted these from the Peanut Butter Blondies in the fabulous cookbook &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/160094048X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=malcandmarcde-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=160094048X"&gt;VCIYCJ.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Devil Loves Almond Blondies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHWBxaysJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jpwR6XZ1A90/s1600/082210_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHWBxaysJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jpwR6XZ1A90/s400/082210_6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Makes 9 bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c Maple Almond Butter&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c Vegetable Oil&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c Raw Sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T Maple Syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c Nondairy Milk&lt;br /&gt;1 c Whole Wheat Pastry Flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t Salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t Baking Powder&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c Roughly Chopped Almonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. In a food processor, blend the almond butter, oil, sugar and maple syrup.Add the remaining ingredients, except for the almonds and process until just mixed. Use a spoon to mix any remaining clumps.Spread into a lightly greased and floured 9x9 pan. Sprinkle almonds on top. Bake approx 20-25 minutes until edges start to brown. Let cool and cut into bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food devil says, "Eat 3 of them."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-5237500357801246358?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5237500357801246358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5237500357801246358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5237500357801246358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-voice.html' title='Food Voice'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THHNKacABOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wm92kSxgFBc/s72-c/homer-devil-angel-shoulders.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-8493013084162172623</id><published>2010-08-21T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:15:33.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, a day I love - here are a few more of my loves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coconut Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBvug19lFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n6i2RyT_EJo/s1600/082110_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBvug19lFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n6i2RyT_EJo/s400/082110_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dress-Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBw1c7-HBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8KfoqaP1mIc/s1600/082110_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBw1c7-HBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8KfoqaP1mIc/s400/082110_2.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBw4gd5ETI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UQFq29e6nbA/s1600/082110_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBw4gd5ETI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UQFq29e6nbA/s400/082110_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBxvcpSIuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NX_6Mf5UPKY/s1600/davidbday_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBxvcpSIuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NX_6Mf5UPKY/s400/davidbday_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB1BVj4M5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/k3nmDEFN-WY/s1600/marcus+hall8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB1BVj4M5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/k3nmDEFN-WY/s400/marcus+hall8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AVOCADO COOKIES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBx8twfQ_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/-F9RYnoTdnU/s1600/avocado_cookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBx8twfQ_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/-F9RYnoTdnU/s400/avocado_cookies.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quinoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBypXJOPhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Sb_iKu0xyJM/s1600/081510_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBypXJOPhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Sb_iKu0xyJM/s400/081510_9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny Hats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBxmakakxI/AAAAAAAAAII/ppLaW627nKA/s1600/hallowig.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBxmakakxI/AAAAAAAAAII/ppLaW627nKA/s400/hallowig.JPG" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB0aUZcFPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p9WnZCERigo/s1600/9.7.09.10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB0aUZcFPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p9WnZCERigo/s400/9.7.09.10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB0xohrD3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ept946-xNfo/s1600/082010_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB0xohrD3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ept946-xNfo/s400/082010_6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Best Friend, Marie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB1buvcP-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/z97K4cCK9eI/s1600/w+mariew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB1buvcP-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/z97K4cCK9eI/s400/w+mariew.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sun in Seattle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB12e7A5zI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CwovDmFMZ2Y/s1600/0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB12e7A5zI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CwovDmFMZ2Y/s400/0710.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB2HyWH-7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Nne1jAV8KiI/s1600/wallace_13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB2HyWH-7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Nne1jAV8KiI/s400/wallace_13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Potatoes Au Gratin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB2yxqC5OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D-3UBHXWq5U/s1600/082110_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB2yxqC5OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D-3UBHXWq5U/s400/082110_4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Potatoes Au Gratin with Kale and Tempeh Bacon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;serves 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 head cauliflower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 c tofu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/4 c basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 t dried parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 1/2 t salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 T soy milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 strips tempeh bacon, pan fried and chopped into med-small pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7 medium russet potatoes, very thinly sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 cups chopped kale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 c Daiya mozzarella-style cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a food processor, combine cauliflower, tofu, basil, parsley, salt and soymilk. Blend until thick and smooth, like a slightly chunky bechamel sauce. Spread 1/3 of the cauliflower sauce on the bottom of a greased 9 inch baking dish. Put two layers of potatoes on top of sauce. On top of potatoes place 1/3 sauce. Sprinkle 1/2 tempeh bacon on top along with 1/2 of the cheese. Layer kale on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB4nrrWLVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TNgCTWngJcw/s1600/082110_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB4nrrWLVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TNgCTWngJcw/s400/082110_5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dollop the remaining sauce on top, cover with the remaining cheese. Sprinkle on the remainder of the bacon. Cover with foil and bake at 400 degrees for approx 50 minutes. Uncover and cook until browned on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB5SEEGTfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gI2UEcBqoxc/s1600/082110_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THB5SEEGTfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gI2UEcBqoxc/s400/082110_6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-8493013084162172623?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8493013084162172623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-love-of-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8493013084162172623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/8493013084162172623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-love-of-saturday.html' title='For the love of Saturday'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/THBvug19lFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n6i2RyT_EJo/s72-c/082110_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-5650843974103098634</id><published>2010-08-20T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:43:56.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a Little, Eat a Lot</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Malcolm and I were on our own for dinner, as Marcus was having his Thursday night dinner with his dad. On these days, I usually take Malcolm out to a restaurant so we can get a little chat time between the two of us. I decided to try the new Mediterranean place by my local PCC. We walked in and I was slightly taken aback by the prices, which seemed a bit high for the suburbs. $15 for a falafel plate anyone? But we were there, and falafel sounded good, so we opted for a slightly lower-priced falafel sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All complaints about price were discarded when the food arrived in it's ginormousity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9EMB9B4rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ovm3TT2MqCA/s1600/082010_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9EMB9B4rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ovm3TT2MqCA/s400/082010_14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9EaMGL-CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbRXhe4PaOw/s1600/082010_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9EaMGL-CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbRXhe4PaOw/s400/082010_16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Child added for proof of ginormousity. As you can tell, Malcolm dove in. I, too was very happy with mine, with the exception that, even though I stated no dairy, my pita was full of giant chunks of feta. I couldn't eat the whole thing anyways, so I just picked out the falafel and the lettuce and ate those. I'm serious when I tell you that the falafel tasted like &lt;b&gt;chickpea heaven&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was my day to volunteer with Habitat for Humanity. I was nervous and excited for three reasons:&lt;b&gt; I am lazy, I am clumsy, but I grew up very poor and love the idea of helping struggling families (even in this tiny way) with fulfilling their dream of owning their own home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my employer was going to be providing lunch, I decided to play it safe and pack my own food for the day. I showed up onsite and work started immediately. First challenge was finding a hardhat that would fit my &lt;b&gt;GIANT HEAD&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9GW8fyS_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/pIpCzKo2EeY/s1600/082010_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9GW8fyS_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/pIpCzKo2EeY/s400/082010_17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You think I exaggerate? After trying on all the hardhats, this is the best I could do. &lt;b&gt;I am a human bobblehead doll&lt;/b&gt;. I spent most of the morning on my hands and knees, sanding floor joints followed by hanging some closet shelving. Don't be too jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke for lunch and I was VERY glad that I brought my own food as there was nothing I could consume in the work provided lunches: sandwiches filled with cheese and sodas. I dug into my lunch and it was DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9HykTTRSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4_pj9oWSls8/s1600/082010_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9HykTTRSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4_pj9oWSls8/s400/082010_15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That beauty is Dave's Killer Bread, half an avocado, roasted chickpeas and two slices of tempeh bacon. The yummiest sandwich that I've had in as long as I can remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next job was a little more &lt;strike&gt;potentially life-threatening&lt;/strike&gt; exciting. I was handed a nail gun and given the task of installing windowsills. Anyone who knows me and my clumsiness will see the potential for disaster here. I was having images of someone startling me and nails flying each and every way at lightning speed. After plenty of reassurance from the foreman that &lt;u&gt;it is very hard to accidentally shoot yourself in the face with a nail gun&lt;/u&gt;, I was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9IQ8I5ESI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uERi6uF8HR0/s1600/082010_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9IQ8I5ESI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uERi6uF8HR0/s400/082010_18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muwahaha&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more jobs and suddenly 8 hours had flown by. The houses are looking pretty good and I'm proud to have done my small part (and proud that I didn't nail my fingers together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9Iq0XQnkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SOHPghOcje0/s1600/082010_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9Iq0XQnkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SOHPghOcje0/s400/082010_13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight it was just Marcus and I for dinner. I wanted something simple since I was tired and dirty and a bit sore. I also wanted something with vegetable goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm still tired. &lt;u&gt;I don't want to type anymore&lt;/u&gt;. Here is a photo journey thru tonight's &lt;b&gt;truly yummy&lt;/b&gt; meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JqJVl48I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ei5asLo4L-k/s1600/082010_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JqJVl48I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ei5asLo4L-k/s320/082010_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JsZEIQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/eKWcp8GO3Sg/s1600/082010_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JsZEIQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/eKWcp8GO3Sg/s320/082010_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JvAYQm6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RBAcu2H3rmo/s1600/082010_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JvAYQm6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RBAcu2H3rmo/s320/082010_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JyQuZNMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Siop_SKyRZ4/s1600/082010_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9JyQuZNMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Siop_SKyRZ4/s320/082010_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J1DfhfqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gx3v7rhoJ-k/s1600/082010_5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J1DfhfqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gx3v7rhoJ-k/s320/082010_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J3yYGIoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cp_qAXzZ44Q/s1600/082010_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J3yYGIoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cp_qAXzZ44Q/s320/082010_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J7eeGT_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ExEFqvDhtmQ/s1600/082010_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J7eeGT_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ExEFqvDhtmQ/s320/082010_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J-dBl2JI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-j7tsn5M3Ug/s1600/082010_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9J-dBl2JI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-j7tsn5M3Ug/s320/082010_8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9KCWBrZUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UhHgJnaeyOI/s1600/082010_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9KCWBrZUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UhHgJnaeyOI/s320/082010_11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9KFZD_2rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pDHYIx9bHwM/s1600/082010_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9KFZD_2rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pDHYIx9bHwM/s320/082010_10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-5650843974103098634?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5650843974103098634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-little-eat-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5650843974103098634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/5650843974103098634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-little-eat-lot.html' title='Give a Little, Eat a Lot'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TG9EMB9B4rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ovm3TT2MqCA/s72-c/082010_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1493752390729900685</id><published>2010-08-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:51:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funhouse Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGyXwYTmXJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4l_vjDyr0ZQ/s1600/081810_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGyXwYTmXJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4l_vjDyr0ZQ/s320/081810_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGyX3-xkMCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VW6ydJZv90w/s1600/081810_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGyX3-xkMCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VW6ydJZv90w/s320/081810_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGyYZDjLiVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n5cVSeBd0a4/s1600/081810_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGyYZDjLiVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n5cVSeBd0a4/s320/081810_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I get off the elevator on my floor at work, there is a set of glass doors to the right of me. &lt;b&gt;These doors will drive me insane one day&lt;/b&gt;. My reflection in the main doors looks good. I look tall, somewhat slim and not flabby. I smile and think "Yay! All my hard work is starting to payoff. I might even try to flirt with someone tonight - or at least not shrug off any compliments I receive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to go into the office and out of the corner of my eye, I catch the &lt;b&gt;SIDE PANEL&lt;/b&gt; of the glass door. This panel makes me look fat. Not extremely obese - just fat enough to know that all of my work is for nothing and that no matter how hard I try &lt;b&gt;I'm going to die alone in ill-fitting clothes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then start to second-guess all mirrors. The mirror at the gym is much more flattering than the one in the work bathroom. I have to believe that the one in the gym is the liar, since the gym has a much bigger incentive to make us look a bit thinner than we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear there's the tiniest difference between my upstairs and downstairs bathrooms. If I'm feeling a bit fat one day, I'll be sure to stop by the mirror downstairs for a bit of a boost before facing the dreaded work side panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how I look anymore at all. I don't know if I'm fat. People say I'm not, but when I catch a glimpse of myself naked before I get in the shower, it's enough to make me want to join a nunnery. I oftentimes won't buy an outfit that's a bit risky without taking a dozen pictures first to make sure that I'm not fooling myself into thinking that I look better than I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let anyone post pictures of me on Facebook without letting me screen them first. If anyone does put an unflattering pic of me up, it is un-tagged by me in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do this to myself? Am I that self-involved to think that everyone is just sitting around discussing if I'm fat or not? No, it's just a compulsion that I'd &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; to be free of. All I want is to put on something and not worry that I have to adjust it 100 times a day to ensure that any possible bulges are covered or that my skirt hits the thinnest part of my legs. I'd love to not have to "pose" for every picture - face to the side, chin out and slightly down, half-smile, legs crossed and torso turned like I'm in a damned pageant 24-hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a solution for this? No not really. Right now I'm trying to shift my focus into the power of my body and the way I can make my body feel and perform thru healthy eating and exercise. But don't be surprised if you see a tall, possibly-fat, half-black woman yelling at a glass door to stop calling her fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1493752390729900685?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1493752390729900685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/funhouse-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1493752390729900685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1493752390729900685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/funhouse-mirrors.html' title='Funhouse Mirrors'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGyXwYTmXJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4l_vjDyr0ZQ/s72-c/081810_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-4497195497518043222</id><published>2010-08-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:18:00.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horray for Summer in Seattle</title><content type='html'>Even though it only lasts about 3 weeks, I can honestly say that I doubt there's a more beautiful place in the country to be than in Seattle during the summer. After yoga on Sunday I decided it would be a waste of a rare sunny day to not get outside. I had my heart set on hiking in Wallace Falls so I got to work making snacks for the trip. I decided to make &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2010/08/05/we-have-a-winner/"&gt;Cookie Dough Sarahbars from the lovely blog of Peas and Thank You&lt;/a&gt;. I'm VERY happy with how they turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGixtYqqUqI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y4XRQ28zA9U/s1600/081510_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGixtYqqUqI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y4XRQ28zA9U/s400/081510_10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGixz25lZBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ThBXsgI2uYY/s1600/081510_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGixz25lZBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ThBXsgI2uYY/s400/081510_11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They were so quick and easy to make - and they really taste like cookie dough! I packed a few along with a peach and some coconut water for my hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving I ate a yummy, carb-filled lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiyGsLQnrI/AAAAAAAAADY/zYwUb804oAc/s1600/081510_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiyGsLQnrI/AAAAAAAAADY/zYwUb804oAc/s400/081510_9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's quinoa, tofu, kale, mushrooms and zucchini with soy sauce. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got on the trail, the temperature started to climb - it hit about 96 degrees and I was drenched in sweat instantly. But the heat did little to take away from the beauty of the trails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiyntBfuHI/AAAAAAAAADg/_wlPENWx2Gs/s1600/wallace_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiyntBfuHI/AAAAAAAAADg/_wlPENWx2Gs/s400/wallace_11.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can see my reflection in the sign. Is it sad that I'm so proud of how much smaller my reflection is than it would have been a few months ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiy5zCmosI/AAAAAAAAADo/fxECRYKyBmc/s1600/wallace_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiy5zCmosI/AAAAAAAAADo/fxECRYKyBmc/s400/wallace_8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizCmsr25I/AAAAAAAAADw/CNaND62fKsM/s1600/wallace_13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizCmsr25I/AAAAAAAAADw/CNaND62fKsM/s400/wallace_13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizJ8455QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iCQQ125kCyA/s1600/wallace_16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizJ8455QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iCQQ125kCyA/s400/wallace_16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizSDqv-tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mpImkx4loZo/s1600/wallace_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizSDqv-tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mpImkx4loZo/s400/wallace_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizctdctnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KYgb9-1P_Js/s1600/wallace_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizctdctnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KYgb9-1P_Js/s400/wallace_6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizl35KluI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-GBzBkH2OVI/s1600/wallace_12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGizl35KluI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-GBzBkH2OVI/s400/wallace_12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was glad that I was alone so I could go at my own pace and soak it all in. As beautiful as the scenery is, it's quite a tough hike - at least for weaklings like me. On my way back down the trail, I decided it was a good time to rest a bit by the cool water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiz_8M8eMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kHuyK2TgLR0/s1600/wallace_19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGiz_8M8eMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kHuyK2TgLR0/s400/wallace_19.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I promised no more makeup-free shots, but who hikes with makeup on? Anyways, check out this view. How can you not be calm and happy in a place like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi0Rbp-D8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/dwomSkO7PYQ/s1600/wallace_17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi0Rbp-D8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/dwomSkO7PYQ/s400/wallace_17.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi0Xm2nGSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FWIIOh84XpY/s1600/wallace_18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi0Xm2nGSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FWIIOh84XpY/s400/wallace_18.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from my hike it was time for dinner. Malcolm came home from his dad's so I decided to make mini pizzas with as many veggies hidden in them as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi0_Sx4igI/AAAAAAAAAEw/78y11hZQ6C8/s1600/081510_12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi0_Sx4igI/AAAAAAAAAEw/78y11hZQ6C8/s400/081510_12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi1E8HfwqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MO5qFquzea8/s1600/081510_13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi1E8HfwqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MO5qFquzea8/s400/081510_13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Instead of tomato sauce, I made a white sauce by pureeing cauliflower, tofu, a little soy cream cheese, basil, parsley, salt and a clove of garlic. The toppings are sauteed zucchini, vegan sausage, tomatoes, mushrooms a little Daiya cheese and some kale (on mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm was a little skeptical of the no tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi1zmijeMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VjkKRwagQS4/s1600/081510_14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGi1zmijeMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VjkKRwagQS4/s400/081510_14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I thought it was delicious and ate my entire pizza. I will definitely use the white sauce in other dishes - I bet it would make a great alfredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd say this was a fantastic summer day. Great contemplation time in the great outdoors, dinner with one of my favorite guys. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-4497195497518043222?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4497195497518043222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/horray-for-summer-in-seattle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4497195497518043222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/4497195497518043222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/horray-for-summer-in-seattle.html' title='Horray for Summer in Seattle'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGixtYqqUqI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y4XRQ28zA9U/s72-c/081510_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-1527423979606289651</id><published>2010-08-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T10:50:11.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Expensive Haircut</title><content type='html'>This is my detox weekend - sort of. For the last few days, I have not had the best eating habits. I've been eating out a lot and consuming a lot of white flour, white rice, fat and other non-desirables. I've definitely felt a difference in my body, so I decided to take&amp;nbsp; a few days to get my system back in balance. I also knew it was going to be a social weekend, so my goal was to balance my mornings with my social nights - ok, so it was only a social Saturday, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning (and this morning as well) I started my day with my detox smoothie. It's lighter than my usual cooked breakfasts, but it's full of fiber to keep me going and help eliminate previous foods out of my system (that's code for pooping). Oh, and it's super yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strawberry Detox Shake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGggEturxVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Az0DN_DHHDg/s1600/081510_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGggEturxVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Az0DN_DHHDg/s400/081510_2.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Put the following ingredients into a blender and blend until smooth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;1 banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;5 strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;2 fresh, pitted dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;1/4 c cashews (or other nut of your choice, like almonds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;1/4 c firm silken tofu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;1/2 c non-dairy milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;1 splash lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after my shake I went on a long walk on the Burke-Gilman trail and then rushed off to the mall to meet my friend Marie for a day together.&amp;nbsp; We drooled over new fall boots at Nordstroms for a while before grabbing a drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGgjdw9GViI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Tdy53x8WGNA/s1600/081510_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGgjdw9GViI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Tdy53x8WGNA/s400/081510_5.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nordstrom.com/"&gt;nordstrom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;mmm...leopardy. I'm really excited about the idea of sky-high boots with a flat heel. I will keep my eyes open for these at the next semi-annual sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinks Marie had to go to the salon to get her hair did. I was left to my own devices in the mall for two hours.&amp;nbsp; I was barely out the door when an adorable kid working at the nearby tea shop snagged me with a free sample. It was a mate chai blend and it was delicious. I let super eager happy tea kid talk me inside to buy some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGgkY5BLIMI/AAAAAAAAABA/LDC6rHOUO0A/s1600/081510_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGgkY5BLIMI/AAAAAAAAABA/LDC6rHOUO0A/s400/081510_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please excuse the shitty cell phone pics. If this was a decent camera, you would be able to see just how lovely this tea is. Is it lovely enough for the &lt;b&gt;$20&lt;/b&gt; I plunked down on a bag? We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tea I hit up Barnes and Noble's because, like Jello, there's always room for books. I knew I had a bit of time to kill, so I grabbed a variety of reading materials and plunked myself down in a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGglBrKIxLI/AAAAAAAAABI/BUWaJiF5LeE/s1600/081510_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGglBrKIxLI/AAAAAAAAABI/BUWaJiF5LeE/s400/081510_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the latest issue of Foreign Affairs magazine, The 30 Minute Vegan, Clean Food and The No Om Zone. I picked up the No Om Zone because I recognized the author, Kimberly Fowler, from the yoga videos I used to do in high school a bazillion years ago. I read thru most of the book while I was in the store. I decided to buy that one and Clean Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the book store I realized I needed yoga gear to go with my new book and, &lt;b&gt;lucky me&lt;/b&gt;, there was a yoga store near by! I bought a new tank (on sale) and a yoga mat and then headed back to the salon to wait for Marie. At the end of this I had spent around &lt;b&gt;$200 &lt;/b&gt;(and I'm only counting mall time - I'm not documenting my pre-mall Target trip). But these were all necessities, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed thru Clean Food and I am so very excited to make something from it. Maybe for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I put on my yoga gear and did a quick workout with my new book. It felt great. Here's a crap cell phone pic of me looking sweaty in new tank while holding new mat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGgmTUS3daI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Go-vasxlWng/s1600/081510_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGgmTUS3daI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Go-vasxlWng/s400/081510_4.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's agree to no more "makeup-free" pictures, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a hike today at Wallace Falls to take advantage of this fabulous weather. Time to go pack some snacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-1527423979606289651?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1527423979606289651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-expensive-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1527423979606289651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/1527423979606289651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-expensive-haircut.html' title='A Very Expensive Haircut'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xBx3nDuLN4/TGggEturxVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Az0DN_DHHDg/s72-c/081510_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-80062760403793829</id><published>2010-08-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:36:48.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid-Free Dinner</title><content type='html'>Tuesday nights the kids are not home for dinner. While I love my kids more than life, these nights are a nice break from trying to satisfy a very picky 2 year-old and 8 year-old&amp;nbsp; with meals that don't contain the words "fries" "nuggets" or "canned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nights I tend to give in to my indulgences and buy whatever pops into my head as I browse the aisles of the grocery store. Luckily, now that I'm vegan, those whims no longer include things like pints of ice cream or packages of oreos. Tonight's kid-free dinner consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGIZUXdOtTI/AAAAAAAAACw/P3DudasYkr4/s1600/081010_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGIZUXdOtTI/AAAAAAAAACw/P3DudasYkr4/s320/081010_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGIZWnA9FFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3j-A3cF_VSM/s1600/081010_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGIZWnA9FFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3j-A3cF_VSM/s320/081010_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGIZZFJqfOI/AAAAAAAAADA/eCENDTJvnXA/s1600/081010_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGIZZFJqfOI/AAAAAAAAADA/eCENDTJvnXA/s320/081010_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup that's right. Pizza. Wine In A Juice Glass. Jelly Beans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not as unhealthy as it sounds. The pizza is made with Naan bread covered in fresh tomatoes, eggplant, kale, mushrooms and Daiya cheese. The jelly beans are vegan which means they have &lt;strike&gt;no calories&lt;/strike&gt; less icky processed stuff. It was a pretty quick meal too, which is great because it gives me more time to &lt;strike&gt;drink wine&lt;/strike&gt; relax before the kids come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-80062760403793829?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/80062760403793829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/kid-free-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/80062760403793829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/80062760403793829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/kid-free-dinner.html' title='Kid-Free Dinner'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TGIZUXdOtTI/AAAAAAAAACw/P3DudasYkr4/s72-c/081010_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-3675474019521041312</id><published>2010-08-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:47:20.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Net Neutrality</title><content type='html'>If you've been watching the news or listening to NPR lately, you may have heard them mention the recent Google/Verizon talks and Net Neutrality. This is a &lt;b&gt;big deal&lt;/b&gt; folks. Most free press is a joke these days, the internet is our last bastion of free and open information. This is definitely under attack if this Google/Verizon agreement goes thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is Net Neutrality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Net Neutrality is the current standard on the internet that &lt;u&gt;all data is treated equally&lt;/u&gt;. This means that anyone who wants to put info on the internet has the same costs and delivery speeds as anyone else on that provider. This means that a blogger like myself, sitting in her livingroom, can get info out as easily as a large company like Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are Google and Verizon discussing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is widely believed that they are discussing setting up a tiered system for delivery; for example, video games may be slower to access than say a run of the mill blog. In addition, companies would be able to pay more to push their data faster - basically moving it to the front of the line. I&lt;u&gt;t's easy to see how this could lead to a system where the data provided by big companies quickly overshadows that put out by the rest of us&lt;/u&gt;. Right now there doesn't appear to be anything the FCC can do about it, so &lt;b&gt;we need to make sure we are vocal about this issue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want to learn more?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to two great NYT articles about the subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/06/technology/internet/06fcc.html?ref=net_neutrality"&gt;FCC Chief Opposes Fees for Internet Priority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/topics/reference/timestopics/subjects/n/net_neutrality/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier"&gt;Net Neutrality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want to do something?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spread the word to friends and family so that they know what's going on. You can also sign a petition set up by Sen. Al Franken here:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alfranken.com/index.php/splash/netneutrality_vid/f"&gt;Petition to Save Net Neutrality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-3675474019521041312?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3675474019521041312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/save-net-neutrality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3675474019521041312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/3675474019521041312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/save-net-neutrality.html' title='Save Net Neutrality'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-7645895720782710172</id><published>2010-08-06T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:16:11.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avocado MADNESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFzBJQMSuOI/AAAAAAAAACo/FyVak73IMI8/s1600/080610_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFzBJQMSuOI/AAAAAAAAACo/FyVak73IMI8/s320/080610_3.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I had toast with half an avocado smashed on top for breakfast. For lunch I had brown rice, tofu and avocado with nori seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I had, well, the same thing. And I had a veggie Subway sandwich with avocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a tofu scramble and a slice of toast with half an avocado smashed on top. I had an avocado-free lunch and then I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AVOCADO COCONUT COOKIES!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this come about, you ask? Let's start with yesterday's unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finishing up my workday when I received a call from my youngest son, Marcus' daycare. They wanted to let me know that Marcus had fell into a table and had a bloody nose. His dad was picking him up that night so I sent him a text giving him a heads-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later I got a call from Marcus' dad saying that Marcus was lethargic and vomiting. I told him to call the doctor and the doc said to get Marcus to the ER. I rushed to meet them there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there my little boy was in pretty bad shape. He had blood coming out of his nose and mouth and was throwing up every 30 minutes or so. He was so miserable - and me? &lt;b&gt;PANICKED&lt;/b&gt; inside. Luckily my ex was there to keep me a bit distracted by being annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The docs were pretty concerned and decided to run a CAT scan. I'm not going to go into details about how traumatic a CAT scan is for a 2-year old, but let's just say it certainly wasn't fun.&amp;nbsp; After the CAT scan they got him some nausea medication and he was his old self for about 20 minutes. He took that time to cover himself in stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFy7c0oyGzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wAOyXbQ_b3c/s1600/080610_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFy7c0oyGzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wAOyXbQ_b3c/s320/080610_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFy7erg78BI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z-i5FXrv5g4/s1600/080610_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFy7erg78BI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z-i5FXrv5g4/s320/080610_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The CAT scan showed no serious brain damage, but he does have a broken nose. It was &lt;b&gt;definitely a scary night&lt;/b&gt;, but I'm so glad my little guy is ok! He's been running around like nothing happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this have to do with Avocado Coconut Cookies? Well we got home and Marcus was asleep. I had a glass of wine and a small scoop of coconut ice cream and then headed to bed. I was just about to fall asleep when suddenly &lt;b&gt;AVOCADO COCONUT COOKIES &lt;/b&gt;jumped into my head. I've had avocado smoothies and was pleasantly surprised at how the buttery flavor of avocado adapted itself well to sweet tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I got out basic cookie ingredients and got to work. Here is the finished product, don't let the looks fool you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFy7rV7jjsI/AAAAAAAAACg/DmKLlqXtIME/s1600/avocado_cookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFy7rV7jjsI/AAAAAAAAACg/DmKLlqXtIME/s320/avocado_cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom came over as I was pulling them out of the oven and she was very skeptical of the ability to make cookies with avocado. But we were &lt;b&gt;both blown away by how absolutely DELICIOUS these are&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously - fan-f@#king-tastic. The texture is dense and chewy like a macaroon and the flavor is rich and lightly sweet and coconutty. The avocado adds great depth and richness. I highly recommend making these NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Avocado Coconut Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;makes 2 dozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Earth Balance butter at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup raw sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon coconut extract&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons soy milk or other non-dairy milk&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1 ripe avocado, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup whole wheat pastry flour&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup white flour&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 Tablespoons cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup unsweetened, shredded coconut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl, using an electric mixer, cream together the butter and sugar until it is light and fluffy. Beat in the extract, milk and lime juice. Add the avocado and blend until the entire mixture is creamy with no lumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the whole wheat flour, cornstarch, and salt. Mix well. Add the white flour and mix just until blended. Stir in the coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place on parchment lined cookie sheets about 1.5 inches apart. These don't spread much at all, so you can put them pretty close together. Bake for about 10 minutes until golden brown on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-7645895720782710172?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7645895720782710172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/avocado-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7645895720782710172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7645895720782710172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/avocado-madness.html' title='Avocado MADNESS!!!'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFzBJQMSuOI/AAAAAAAAACo/FyVak73IMI8/s72-c/080610_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-736764302109714634</id><published>2010-08-04T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:41:18.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverie! and more weekend awesomeness</title><content type='html'>Sooo...I'm just now posting about last weekend's awesomeness. It was so awesome, that I needed a little time to recoup before I could sit and blog about it. But I'm recovered now and ready to type. Let's dive in, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Washington Bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFopc9vz-EI/AAAAAAAAABg/snJ5vc2amuE/s1600/hellabus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFopc9vz-EI/AAAAAAAAABg/snJ5vc2amuE/s320/hellabus.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday I signed up to join "the Bus" in support of &lt;a href="http://nickharper.org/"&gt;Nick Harper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Nick Harper is running for state senate in the 38th district of Washington. He has a strong environmental record and wants to bring a 4 year college to the north end, so I'm happy to support him. This is probably my first political outing since I had my younger son - and I've really missed it. My friend Toby is the communications director for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/WashingtonBus?ref=ts"&gt;the Washington Bus&lt;/a&gt;, which is an organization that works to get young people involved in progressive politics. I've never gone to any of Toby's events but I've always wanted to, so when I got the invite I jumped on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there was very spirited and nice and.... young. Now, I usually think of myself as young at 29 (humor me here) , but these kids were 18, 19. Here is how most conversations went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey, you went to Western? I'm thinking of going there. Have any advice?"&lt;/b&gt; or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You work in internet marketing? That sounds cool. Any career advice?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt fucking &lt;b&gt;ANCIENT&lt;/b&gt; by the time the day was over. On the plus side, I felt like I was doing something to make a difference in my own small way which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of advice for those who've never done political canvassing - &lt;b&gt;Wear Comfortable Shoes&lt;/b&gt;. I had blisters the size of &lt;strike&gt;Maine&lt;/strike&gt; quarters by the time I was done. And go pee before you leave. Ok, so that's two things, but both are very important. You don't want to be knocking on doors saying "Vote for this guy. Do you mind if I take my shoes off for a minute and then use your bathroom? No? Mind if I pee in your rhododendrons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After canvassing it was home to shower and get &lt;strike&gt;whored&lt;/strike&gt; gussied up and head out to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;REVERIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TForaoiF9UI/AAAAAAAAABo/LvdortmYpdI/s1600/080310_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TForaoiF9UI/AAAAAAAAABo/LvdortmYpdI/s400/080310_5.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The handsome man on the left is my brother. The gentleman on the right is Okanomode SoulChilde, a very talented vocalist. My brother composed and conducted a 10 piece jazz-rock-hiphop-opera and SoulChilde wrote the lyrics. They worked on it for 2 years and finally unveiled it last Saturday to a sold-out house at the Lo-Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful, absolutely amazing. One girl cried thruout the entire thing. Another girl got so excited she threw up. It was a truly joyous occasion. All of our friends were there and so many music lovers and musicians. It was also my brother's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFotGaoleFI/AAAAAAAAABw/PcEYx_oHDY8/s1600/080310_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFotGaoleFI/AAAAAAAAABw/PcEYx_oHDY8/s320/080310_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That pic is me (center) with my friend Toby from The Washington Bus on the right and his roommate and our friend Sam on the left. Are they not adorable? They both came to my brother's show and LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome part of the night was that the venue had one of those photo booth thingys. I haven't been in one of those since I was 14. My friend Jason and I had a bit of trouble figuring out how to work it, but I think our pics turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFotvM0X8xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0FaoSsaQ60g/s1600/wjasonb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFotvM0X8xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0FaoSsaQ60g/s640/wjasonb.JPG" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a really fun, busy and physically taxing night, it was nice to recover in the morning with a hearty vegan breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFouDWMZdFI/AAAAAAAAACI/GbkxT-DQBaw/s1600/080310_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFouDWMZdFI/AAAAAAAAACI/GbkxT-DQBaw/s400/080310_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFouBeN86RI/AAAAAAAAACA/DWl_wMy7aFY/s1600/080310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFouBeN86RI/AAAAAAAAACA/DWl_wMy7aFY/s400/080310.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mmmm....tofu scramble from Vegan With A Vengance, tempeh bacon, Dave's Killer Bread with almond butter, and a cup of red bush tea. If that doesn't make everything all better, I don't know what will. Once I was all fueled up, I hit the trails for about an hour and a half to clear all the alcohol out of my system and get my body back on track. One thing I love about going vegan, is you can have a hearty meal like this, and instead of feeling lethargic and sleepy (like you would it's non-vegan counterpart) you instead feel satisfied and energized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I &lt;b&gt;lost another two pounds&lt;/b&gt;! Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-736764302109714634?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/736764302109714634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/reverie-and-more-weekend-awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/736764302109714634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/736764302109714634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/reverie-and-more-weekend-awesomeness.html' title='Reverie! and more weekend awesomeness'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFopc9vz-EI/AAAAAAAAABg/snJ5vc2amuE/s72-c/hellabus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-7265148328082336398</id><published>2010-08-02T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:16:02.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal Time - Getting SUPERBUFF (and a hat!)</title><content type='html'>I finished one section of my fitness goal - stick to 3 workout routines for 1 month each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;YAY ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first goal was 4 days of cardio a week. Most weeks I did two days of spin class and two days of elliptical or treadmill. It took a few tries - I'd get three weeks into it and then miss two workouts the next week. I had to restart &lt;i&gt;3 times&lt;/i&gt; before I got four solid weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time for my next fitness goal. I think it's time to focus on some strength training. I will continue cardio, but I also need to get more toned. I think that 3 days a week of strength training should be good for starters. Here is the routine I was thinking of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Strength Training Routine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;30 Crunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 Oblique Crunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 Leg Extensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 Push-Ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 Squats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 Curls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 Triceps Extensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's not much, but it's a good start and I'm a wimp. I may add more reps if they seem too easy. I will start this....tomorrow? I'm too lazy tonight, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the crafty side, &lt;b&gt;I made a hat!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malcolmandmarcus.com/malcolm-and-marcus/2010/08/easy-earflap-hat-and-new-blog.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://www.malcolmandmarcus.com/.a/6a0120a5100bea970b013485eca6f6970c-800wi" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the photo to read more about it on my craft blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-7265148328082336398?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7265148328082336398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-goal-time-getting-superbuff-and-hat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7265148328082336398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7265148328082336398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-goal-time-getting-superbuff-and-hat.html' title='New Goal Time - Getting SUPERBUFF (and a hat!)'/><author><name>Ijeoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04955827320282752433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFY11RLM86I/AAAAAAAAABA/xLz-y3BNm_8/s1600-R/37357_409690652675_616977675_4866791_2807665_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760194521920412533.post-7471344467754795683</id><published>2010-08-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:50:17.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! Welcome to my life in progress!</title><content type='html'>This is my first official post on my new blog. Welcome stranger. Let me introduce myself and share a very long post explaining how I got here. My name is Ijeoma. I'm a single, working mom in the Seattle suburbs. I have two fantastic little boys, Malcolm and Marcus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYXuaF8TBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XL-6igzAE70/s1600/0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYXuaF8TBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XL-6igzAE70/s320/0710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These little guys are the &lt;b&gt;light of my life&lt;/b&gt;. They give me more purpose than I could ever have imagined. They are also a crazy handful that keep me incredibly busy. I've spent most of the last 9 years focusing on getting my feet on the ground: dealing with bad relationships and various hardships while finishing my degree as a single parent. I'm sure most single parents know how easily life becomes about &lt;b&gt;just getting by&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where I found myself a few months ago: still overweight from giving birth to my younger son over 2 years ago, brokenhearted over a guy who really wasn't worth the trouble, in debt, exhausted, antisocial and holding a degree in political science (that I had struggled so hard to get as a single mom) yet still working in the tech industry (which excites me about as much as say.....tax accounting). This was me. &lt;b&gt;A Little Fat, Sad, Tired, Bored&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my friend Shane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYaDGcQx1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/gAkkkX_Uxxo/s1600/shanebday2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYaDGcQx1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/gAkkkX_Uxxo/s320/shanebday2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is our "before" picture. Shane's been a close friend of mine for about 12 years and he's had a pretty shitty few years as well. So he's challenged me to join him and a few friends in changing our lives - setting goals and really reaching for it. He really couldn't have brought it up at a better time, as I was in &lt;b&gt;desperate&lt;/b&gt; need of change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've set 100 goals for myself, I'm not going to list them all here - I'll just bring you along as I go about remaking my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, here's the progress I've made. I've been working out for the last few months; going to the gym about 4 days a week for spin classes and time on the treadmill. I've also been sneaking in a few weekend walks and hikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYddTcImYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GM5glWRLIv4/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYddTcImYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GM5glWRLIv4/s320/shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that even after about 2 months of spin classes - I was still &lt;b&gt;DYING&lt;/b&gt; about five minutes into it. Like, &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; considering just falling off the bike and crawling out the door as quietly as possible. And&lt;b&gt; my ass really wasn't getting any smaller&lt;/b&gt;. I started looking at possible causes for my lack of improvement and figured that the &lt;b&gt;thousand pounds of gummi bears&lt;/b&gt; I was eating a day was probably not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYeHdsxw7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H22gK33TE6I/s1600/gummi+bears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYeHdsxw7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H22gK33TE6I/s320/gummi+bears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge sweet tooth. This has led to more than a few extra pounds and dental problems. So I decided to tackle one of the items on my goal list: NO SUGAR FOR 30 DAYS. Oh, it was &lt;b&gt;hell&lt;/b&gt;; absolutely awful. I dreamed about sugar every night for the first 2 1/2 weeks. But aside from the crazy cravings, I had SO much more energy! My workouts were getting better, I wanted to go outside and play with the kids more, the change in my body was great. &lt;b&gt;My ass started to get a little smaller&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the month was over, I knew I couldn't keep up a sugar-free life forever (who are we kidding??), but I also knew that I had to pick a permanent dietary change to keep my body healthy and energized. After a lot of thought and study, I decided to go vegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYfdVCNnrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZqeLjFpg7_Q/s1600/produce1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KEYens4dMus/TFYfdVCNnrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZqeLjFpg7_Q/s320/produce1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a real pic of some of the veggies from my kitchen. I must say that I don't think a diet has ever been more &lt;b&gt;right for me&lt;/b&gt; than this one. I've never been a huge meat and dairy eater anyways, and going veggie has forced me to disconnect from the &lt;b&gt;mega-processed shit food&lt;/b&gt; of many restaurants, fast food joints, and big supermarkets. I've also been very politically active my entire life (which I will &lt;b&gt;definitely&lt;/b&gt; be blogging about here as well), so making a choice that is more compassionate, healthier and better for the environment brings me a lot closer to myself than I've been in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs224.snc4/38533_1491215953900_1039035373_1430536_1579228_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs224.snc4/38533_1491215953900_1039035373_1430536_1579228_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a little less fat, &lt;b&gt;a lot happier&lt;/b&gt;, and very excited about the life ahead of me! I'm also a crafty girl. I've had a craft blog for a few years now. You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.malcolmandmarcus.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the stuff I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now - I have more fun things to go do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/760194521920412533-7471344467754795683?l=herhonestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7471344467754795683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-welcome-to-my-life-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7471344467754795683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/760194521920412533/posts/default/7471344467754795683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herhonestlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-welcome-to-my-life-in-progress.html' title='Hi! 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