2014年06月30日

the word baba ghanoush


You all (y’all) should know by now my love for salads in all forms and most recently I shared with you one of my favorite summer salads, the Cucumber Salad with Citrus Dill Dressing. Kale Hemp Tabbouleh is another summer inspired salad using fresh ingredients, most of which you can find at your local farmers market this season. Traditional tabbouleh is made with grains, this is a complete twist using no grains and made from all raw vegetables- it’s low carbohydrate with a high protein twist from omega-3 rich hemp seeds.

Do you remember how I said I really like saying the word baba ghanoush, well tabbouleh (tuh-boo-luh or sometimes pronounced tuh-bul-lay in the US) is another word that I add into my “fun to say word” book. What is tabbouleh? Traditional tabbouleh contains bulgar wheat (a gluten containing grain), onions, tomatoes, cucumbers, garlic, sea salt, pepper, lemon juice, olive oil, parsley, scallions, and mint. This dish is very popular among the Middle Eastern regions and of course, the dish and ingredients vary among regions/cultures. It’s served chilled or room temperature often in many ways (i.e. entree, side, “condiment”). A fun fact about tabbouleh: it holds a place in the Guinness Book of World Records!  


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2014年06月30日

Work yesterday was crazeballs


Thanks for all your comments yesterday about the restaurant job. I am a firm believer that if one door closes, another one will open! Not going to worry about a second job until after Mayo, so its all good. Although I did have a dream last night that I was complaining about seating at the restaurant to the GM and she looked at me and said “If you don’t like it here, go work at Chili’s!” Ha!

I had one last Chobani that needed to be used up. For some reason Tony and I didn’t buy much fruit last weekend, but we have a big bag of frozen fruit, so I just defrosted 3/4 of a cup of it – its mango, peaches, strawberries and pineapple. I made a mini fruit parfait for breakfast.

Work yesterday was crazeballs. I won’t go into details, but I was brought to tears at one point. What I really wanted to do? Order a deep dish pizza and eat the whole thing myself. But, I didn’t. I went to the gym and had an awesome workout. Legs were on the strength menu – first on the list? Box jumps! Shelley, I couldn’t help but think of you and your fear of them! (You can read her story about it here).  


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2014年06月10日

built-in portability


I was so excited to find cherries over the weekend that mini pies were in order (the California cherry season is expected to be incredibly brief, so I’m hoarding as many cherries as I can!). To complement the sweet and juicy fruit, I made my flaky graham pie crust – the touch of cinnamon and nutmeg adds welcome warmth to these perfectly portioned pies.

Tutti Dolci For the filling, I let the fruit shine and tossed the cherries with sugar, a touch of lemon juice, and cinnamon. With an ideal filling-to-crust ratio and built-in portability, these pies are a must for summer picnics and BBQs.  


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2014年06月10日

more months for the roaring


There is a chance, after reading this post, that you will never believe anything you read here again.

‘Why ever not?’ I hear you gasp. Well, you may remember this post, when I told you all about how Mr. Scrummy and I are settling down in England now. How I’m looking forward to reconnecting with family and friends, not being a ‘foreigner’ anymore and, most of all, having my own kitchen to run backwards and forwards in with pots and pans and make as much mess as I like.

Well hold the phone because we’re flying to Australia for a few more months on Sunday. Oh-oh. The country walks and polite conversations about the weather and roaring fires in pubs will have to wait for yet a little while longer. OK, maybe I would have had to wait a few more months for the roaring fires, anyway.

So a few weeks ago we spent a week here hunting for a home to rent. We settled on a lovely apartment with a little balcony and a great view of Nottinghamshire from almost the highest point in the county and were just about to put down our deposit when a little voice (aka Mr. Scrummy) started to doubt whether the time was quite right (from the point of view of his business, mainly). I’ve well and truly got my head around the idea now, but at first my heart immediately sank. Right down to about the level of my feet, I’d say. Take heed all you single readers out there: this is what you get when you marry an Australian (wouldn’t change it for the world, though, of course).

So I guess the point to take from all this is that life is an adventure. It’s uncertain. You have to be willing to adapt with the winds of change and see the opportunities rather than the disappointments. Hmm. Well, this is what I’m trying to tell myself, anyhow. I’ve been trying to picture myself and Mr. Scrummy with a big smile on our faces jogging around that beautiful river 9,000 miles away in Perth, scoffing our potato wedges with sour cream and sweet chili sauce afterwards then meeting up with our friends and family. And for the most part it’s working.   


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