Mexican Salad, YUM!

This is one of our favorite meals, it's hearty, good for you and tastes divine.

First you cube up one or two chicken breasts (one per person).  Also chop up some white onion, some garlic and some red peppers.  Spray a bit of Pam in a frying pan and throw the chicken in.  Add a bit of salt and pepper and cook over medium heat just until the cubed chicken is white, do not overcook!

Now pull the chicken out and place it in a bowl and put something over the top so it will continue to steam.  I usually use a paper plate.

Now a bit more Pam, then throw in the onions, garlic and peppers, and cook them just till their done.  At this point, the chicken should have steamed done and released a lot of liquid.  I don't like the juice but Terry does, so decide what to do with it, but don't put it back in the pan with the veggies, just the chicken.  At this point I add a very generous hit of cumin, a bit of chile powder and Cholula hot sauce to your taste (naturally we use Cholula!).  Add a couple of tablespoons of water to coat the mixture with the spices, then turn the heat off and let it sit.

Note: by cooking the chicken this way, it stays incredibly tender and never overcooks.  If you keep it in the pan when you add the veggies, the mixture gets too watery and the chicken overcooks and gets tough.

Now make your salad.  I like lettuce, some tomato, some more chopped red pepper and a bit of avocado.

When your salad is ready, put the warm chicken veggie mixture in the salad along with a couple of tablespoons of reduced sugar ketchup (tastes just the same as regular, a lot less sugar, i.e. carbs) and a couple of tablespoons of plain unflavored yogurt.

Now mix the whole thing thoroughly, till it looks kind of like yuck, but everything is well coated, and eat.

Sorry, there aren't any pictures, we just ate it all!

This is the best salad, very filling, full of flavor, quite low carb and right around 330 calories for a full meal.

Try it, I think you'll like it.

Elkhorn Slough

We decided that instead of going to the gym, today would be a perfect day for a walk by the seashore.  Monterey was our goal, but the weather gods were not in our favor.

By the time we got to Moss Landing, the sky was completely overcast and there was a brisk wind.  Since it seemed too cold to walk in that weather, we pulled over at Elkhorn Slough to eat our picnic.

Of course we had to take a few pictures, 

because the otters were out.

I wasn't entirely pleased with this shot, 

so I reworked it in computer.

Now it's one of my ArtyFarty shots.

(you can click and enlarge if you like).

It's funny how, when it comes to blossoms, 

I'm just as happy with weeds 

as I am with hothouse blooms.

There were also tons of sandpipers.

I think the way they rest on one leg is so cool.

We never did take a walk.

We came home, and Saint Terry went to the gym.

I took a nap.

Bread

If you've been following the blog for a while, you know I love to cook.  And bake.  And eat.

Obviously, we're eating a bit different these days, but I'm still cooking, just continuing my eternal search for recipes that will keep up healthy and happy.

When watching our food, we always head towards LowCarbLand. where our bodies seem to do the best.

Generally, this means watching those white foods, flour, sugar, potatoes, pasta, rice, you get the idea.

This isn't really a stretch for us.  We feel better eating this way and have found many substitutions that work fine.  I have several recipes for small cakes that are low carb, and while we really love FlatOut FlatBread, we still miss spongy bread.

Not really bread, but sandwiches.

We use flatbread for wraps and they are delicious, but I'm on the eternal quest for a real low carb bread.  On the advice of a friend (thanks Nancy) I recently tried Julian Bakery Low Carb Bread.  Nice taste, but it did raise my blood sugar quite a bit.  That combined with the cost ($7 a Loaf, YIKES) means we probably wont be buying it too often.

Then I was looking online and found something called Mr. Peanut Sandwich Bread.  Made with very few ingredients (and no flour/grains) I was intrigued.  For complete instructions, please click here, it's their recipe and they deserve all the credit

We get our peanut butter at the grocery store where you simply place dry roasted peanuts in a grinder.  It's clean, not too oily and has no other ingredients.  We like it a lot and that's what I started with.

So here we go.

Here's all the ingredients, very simple.

Peanut Butter (1 cup)

Eggs (3)

Baking Soda (1/2 teaspoon)

Salt (1/4 teaspoon)

Vinegar (1 tablespoon)

Sweetener (1 packet, optional, I used it)

You mix the peanut butter and the eggs (1 at a time).

At first, I was afraid they weren't going to blend.

But after a few minutes, 

it smoothed out nicely.

Next you simply add the other ingredients,

blend well and smooth it in to a small bread pan

Then, place in the oven for 40 minutes.

I have to admit, I was pretty skeptical

but look at this!

Wow, Kind of cool, huh?

Here it is, out of the pan and sliced.
Lovely texture.

And it tastes really good.

It's like a nice nutty bread,

with only 1.5 carbs per slice.

(We got 16 slices from the loaf).

You can make a small sandwich with two slices 

or a regular size sandwich with four.

This ones going into my recipe book as a keeper.

On Food

This post isn't meant to disparage anyone and their way of eating, but I've been pondering food a lot lately and have begun to question a lot of things.

Do you think our attitude towards food is because we were never taught how to eat as children?  Or taught about nutrition as it relates to our food and body?

Well maybe you were but I never was.

I've always just looked at food as breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks.  There to be eaten because you're supposed to eat three meals a day and clean your plate.

And of course snacks.

Were you ever taught to stop when you were satisfied?  Not full, or finished, but to just take stock of where your body was and stop, because you were simply no longer hungry?  I never was.

I think that has been part of my problem.

And of course, food tastes good, and I love to cook and bake.

But since we've become concerned about health, I find myself looking at both my food and my body in different ways.  For the first time, I'm trying to be more aware of my body and the signals it sends,  Learning to eat to a sense of satisfaction, that is,  no longer hungry, rather than full.  By eating much slower and chewing thoroughly, I'm amazed at how little it takes to satisfy my hunger.

Combining this attitude with our exercise regime, we're feeling better than we have in years.

Please, if you've read this far, don't preach at me about what works for you.  I appreciate everyone's regime because I'm completely aware that what works for one person doesn't necessarily work for another.

I'm simply sharing what, after 64 years on the planet, seem to be completely new ideas to me.

Have a great weekend, we have yet another flea market tomorrow.

Swimming

Today was our very first swimming lesson.

Now keep in mind that we've been exercising pretty regularly for  a while now.  When we go to the gym we do a combination of Pilates, stationary bikes, weight machines, Qi Gong, aqua aerobics, you get the idea.  And on days when we don't go to the gym, we walk at least half an hour.  We're being good, we're committed to making our bodies healthy, which is why we signed up for swimming lessons.

Well, there is another reason.

Let me back up a bit here.  When I was six or so, our family went for a picnic at Anderson Dam, near San Jose.  I was playing by the waters edge, goofing around jumping in the water, which was maybe eight inches deep.  I remember telling my Mom "Look Mom, I'm learning to swim!  On my next jump, I went in over my head.  I guess I was playing near a shelf of land.  I remember opening my eyes and seeing nothing but murky water (yes, that vision is still with me).

The next thing I knew, my sister jumped in and pulled me out.

Ever since, while not exactly afraid of water, I haven't had much desire to swim.  In fact, I don't even like getting my face full under the shower head when bathing.  I'll get in the water and do aerobics, on a hot day I'll splash around, heck when I was a teenager, we had a pool in our backyard.  But I've never learned how to really swim.

It seems like such great exercise, and somehow, while I know it's still work, it seems a bit more enjoyable.  So, as I've said, we signed up for lessons.  Eight thirty minute lessons for each of us.  Individual attention, because that's what we need, we're barely able to navigate in the water.

So I went out and bought a bathing suit (and that's a whole other story, involving a trip to the seventh level of Hell . . .), bought some goggles and today we braved the pool

But somehow, I just wasn't at all prepared.

I guess I'm more used to an exercise that works a certain set of muscles. 

Let me tell you, swimming works everything all at once.

I'm pooped!

I went first and spent most of my time attempting to learn about keeping my body straight, my legs up, my head down and trying to make my body move through the water.   Oh yeah, and breathing.  How am I supposed to remember all of this at one time and remember to breath without inhaling half the swimming pool??

But we made it through the lessons, spent another thirty minutes or so practicing and actually made an appointment for another lesson.

We're tired, but determined. 

We Meet the Coolest People

It's true.  No matter where we go or what we do, we seem to meet the nicest people.  It's a continual reminder that good friends are the real treasures in our life.

Today, we went over to our new friends Peggy and Louise's house where they introduced us to a whole new art form, felting.  We had never heard of it, have you?  Basically you take wool, and using soap, water and your hands, turn it into felt.

Now, keep in mind that I was in felting mode, not photography mode, so these pictures are for explanation only.  And truthfully, this blog is woefully incomplete, but I wanted to get it down while I remember as many details as possible.

Here goes.

You start with some netting, 

a piece of ordinary blue tarp, 

some unspun wool (Peggy says Merino is best), 

soap and water.

The tarp needs to be cut to the approximate size 

you want for your finished object.  

This was about five inches across.  

We were making small pots.

Next 

you gently pull the wool apart 

and lay it in one direction.

Now, I skipped taking pictures for about twenty steps (my bad) so I'll just try to keep you in the loop here.

You wet the felt, then wrap it around the edge of the circle.  Then you wrap the other side with wisps of wool, going in the same direction.

Next you lay and wet the wool in the opposite direction, repeating the above steps.  You do this for three layers, and if you want a design, at this point you add some other colors.

This was my first attempt, 

so I was under the impression 

I could actually work a design.  

Silly Rabbit

At this point, instead of just wetting it, 

you start adding soap.

Then you rub and rub and rub.  

What you are doing here is

 actually turning the wool strands into felt.

Here's a shot of Peggy's piece.  

It has been felted and is ready to go to the next step.

Next you cut a very small hole 

in the middle of your circle, 

making sure you cut right down to 

(but not through)
the tarp pattern.  

Then you carefully pull the tarp out 

through the hole, 

leaving you with a two sided disc 

with a hole in the middle.

Then you start working the piece into a shape.

You keep working the felt 

till you have a shape 

that brings a smile to your face.

Then you wash and wash and wash,

making sure to get all the soap out of the wool. 

And Voila!

Here's the three bowls we made today.

In the real world, 

these look much better than these photos. 

Colorful and so very tactile, 

each completely unique.

Here's Terry's. 

Dark and masculine, 

just like my Hunny Bunny.

One other thing . . .

Depending on how you layer your colors, 

your pot can be a different color on the inside.  

Peggy's was yellow.

Mine was red on the inside.

Now I know I haven't explained this very well, 

so if I've piqued your interest, 

you can look at some other 

explanations and examples 

here, or here, or here.

We had a great day!

Musings on Food

As you may have gleaned from previous posts, we're exercising more.

Our aims are many.  We'd both like to lose some weight, we'd like to get Terry's diabetes under control (he was recently diagnosed and is on pill meds.  Our hope is to keep him off insulin and maybe even get him off his diabetes meds all together).

For that fact, we both take various prescription meds that we'd like to get off of.  And of course, there's the benefit that if we eat better and exercise more, we'll certainly feel better.

So far, we're doing quite well.  I wont go into the details of our changes, suffice it to say we're seeing excellent results.  And I think I'm learning some things along the way . . .

After years of yo-yo dieting, something occurred to me the other day.

No matter what changes I've tried to make in my eating over the years, I've always looked at the plan and tried to get the very most out of the meals.  My viewpoint was always "how much can I eat and still stay on program?"

I've done this all my life.

This time though, things seem to be different.

I feel so much more in touch with my emotions and my body.  Instead of looking for how much I can eat, this time I find myself paying attention to my body.  Rather than eating to a sense of fullness, I'm eating only to where I'm no longer hungry.  Substituting a sense of fullness with a sense of satisfaction is a whole new place for me, but one that I'm enjoying.

I'm thinking this is how life must be for those that are naturally thin.

Silly ramblings, I know.  But I wanted to write this down while it's still fresh in my mind.

the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem

Wow, do I love these guys.  I was first exposed to them in the early sixties.  I loved their music, I loved their fisherman sweaters, I really loved Liam Clancy.

My friend Joyce (Sweeney, another fine Irish name) and I would listen to their albums for hours, we knew every song by heart.  When her aunt, who knew how much we loved them, took a trip to Ireland, she brought us back Irish fisherman sweaters, just like the Clancy Brothers wore.  At fifteen years old, we thought we were the coolest things on the planet.

A year or so later, we got to see them live and it was a truly joyous experience, one of those memories that stay razor sharp even now, some fifty years later.

So here I was, looking through Netflix when I saw a documentary about the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem.  Of course, I watched it. 

Wow, the memories were flowing. 

Then, recommended for me was their reunion concert, which I'm watching and listening to as I type this.

Out of curiosity, I looked them up on the internet, only to learn that all four of them are dead . . .

And I wish I could explain how very sad this makes me feel.  As I looked them up, one by one to see that they had all passed, tears came to my eyes.  It's as if I've lost family, they were so much a part of my life. 

It seems that I should have known when they passed, one by one . . .

I'm very sad tonight.

No News

is good news?  If that's the case, we're in great shape!

Lets see, we've been working in the house (yet another flea coming up) and had some nice visits with friends.  And we've been going to the gym, walking, doing Pilates, that kind of stuff.

Oh, and we've decided that it's time we learned how to swim.  Well, we know how to swim, like if we were drowning I think we could save ourselves.  But we've decided we want to learn how to really swim.  Like swim laps for exercise.

We had a talk about it and decided that we're going to take swimming lessons!  So today we talked with a swim instructor at the gym.  I do believe we're the oldest people our sweet young thing of a teacher has ever tutored, but here's hoping that with time (like an hour a week for eight weeks) we'll both be more confident in the water.

Boy, I just read this.

Are we boring or what?

Oh well, still, 

Vintage Trailers

Beware, 

there are LOTS of pictures in this post.

Today, there was an open house 

at a local RV park 

concurrent with a gathering of vintage trailers.  

We heard this and scooted right down to take a look!

Please note that you can click on any photo 

to see a larger version of these beauties.

Wow, what fun.  

I took a lot of photos, 

and most need little to no explanation.

Lots of folks have painted their cars/trucks 

to match their rigs.

Some even had matching bikes.

In this one, 

you can sleep at night 

and take your boat out during the day.

Of course the old aluminum's 

were well represented.

as well as Teardrops.

Hey, who is that good looking fellow?

Nice awning!

The Tiki Coach,

Aloha.

This one kind of looks like 

Cholula Red Junior.

Remember when nameplates looked like this?

I wish they still did.

The canine population was also 

well represented.

This pups dress matched her owners rig,

too cute.

Now lets move on to the interiors.

It was great the way everyone decorated 

                                            to the period of their rig.

Lots of Naugahyde covered benches.

This one even had sparkles.

I simply loved this interior.

Another nicely appointed trailer.

Here's the dinette 

                                    that goes with the previous picture.

I haven't seen this much vintage dinnerware 

since Shady Dell

in Bisbee, Arizona

Melmac was everywhere.

I like Melmac!

Lots of these trailers 

had accoutrements that, 

while they looked great, 

must have to be stowed for travel.

Some had a lot of these.

This 1970 model was found 

tucked away in a barn.  

It's all completely original.

Pretty cool.

I really liked this swan pitcher.

Of course, mine would have to be red.

Now lets take a look 

at some of the vintage cars.

Nice color blue!

If I could find somewhere to put these on our rig, 

you can be sure I would.

I can't remember the name of this car, 

(I'd never heard of it before),

but it was a beauty.

Another fine paint job.

Here's my favorite car of the day.

Think we could tow it?

Thats it!

Hope you enjoyed the tour!