Thursday, June 29, 2017

Vegan Brunch!!

I had a very filling brunch today. My kids often want me to make some home fries for them. I had some extra potatoes left over so I decided to cut up and sauté some tomatoes and onions and add in the potatoes. I am trying to stay off bread, so to replace the need for bread, instead,  I thinly sliced some yams and cooked those in the pan with a little bit of oil and low heat. I was so delicious and filling. 

My bread alternative.....

I also realized I had all the ingredients, (not fennel) to make I made a double recipe, 6 cups all together. 

Instead of milk I added almond milk and it's almost ready to strain and serve....I can't wait. 

There are hundreds of recipes online but this is the one I used. The recipe comes from:

I have a 3 mile run scheduled today for my marathon training.....I think I will convince my daughter to bike alongside me or go to the track. Either way I need to wait for my brunch to digest before I head out for a run. Going to the library to take out some books on essential oils. 

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Yummy Vegan Lunch

Oh my! I have a new favorite ingredient!! Sesame oil!! It's a bit more pricey than other oils, but luckily you only need a little for each meal. I had some rice left over from last night and made a sautéed veggie mess to go along with it for lunch...I sautéed all these ingredients (n this order) after chopping.  1/2 yellow onion, 1/2 head of garlic, 4 kale leaves, 2 bok choy bunches, 1 tomato, salt to taste, 1.5 tbsp. sesame oil. 

Week 2, Day 3 of marathon training

So I am giddy with excitement.....I am following Higdon's intermediate 1 18 week plan, starting at week 2. They have this app that I had uploaded and paid for over 2 years ago and just now using. I don't like the app that much, it's very simple. But, it makes it easy to know what days I will be doing what. For a busy mom, these little apps as a lifesaver. 

The app tells you how many days until your race and gives you a daily pep talk slash info about your training. Again, very basic, but sometimes frills can also be annoying. 

Today was 5 miles.....felt great to run more than 3 miles.....and here we go again.....another marathon season started. I also went ahead and reserved a room with 2 queen beds for the Rehoboth Marathon in the fall, came to $145 for 2 nights, not bad. Now, if only the weather cooperates it will be a beautiful race day at the beach. 

Oatmeal and Ginger Mint Tea

Today I had hot oatmeal for breakfast.  My husband has tons of oatmeal on-hand at all times. This was a very nice vegan breakfast. The photo came out a bit yellow. Oatmeal, almond-milk, strawberries, bananas, and peanuts. 

I also hit the Korean market for a teapot and found this beauty for $6 NEW!!! I bought fresh mint leaves and ginger to make mint/ginger tea....delicious! I don't think I hydrate enough, this is my attempt at hydrating more, aside from carrying my water bottle everywhere I go. 

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

vegan breakfast #1

I am trying to develop a new habit of eating and making healthy meals. This morning I made a veggie soft taco using sautéed onions, cubed green peppers, cubed tomatoes, 4 cloves garlic, 1 small squash, cubed, 1/2 veggie burger per burrito and a handful of chopped kale. 

I went to the international market and picked up Adobo and Cumin.....yum....

Sautéed vegetables are so delicious. Cayenne pepper, not pictured. 

I microwaved a patty of this veggie burger I get at ALDI and split it between 2 burritos. 

YUM! this was so good. 

Sunday, June 18, 2017

A No Father's Day

               Ironically, the only memories I have of my dad are of me running away from him. We lived in Paraguay, South America for 5 years as a child and I have about a handful and a half of memories of him and they are all of him either being angry at me, or chasing me with a belt. I once ran into a bush trying to get away from him, I once bled from his spankings. I thought the terror ended when my parents divorced when I was 8 and my mom took my sister and me to America and my brother stayed with my dad in South America. That was the last time I saw my dad, at the airport waving at us goodbye. 

               Afterwards, I did hear from him a few times over the years. A phone-call here, a random greeting card there. Once I started college I decided to send him a picture of myself. One I had taken of me and developed in the darkroom in one of my photo classes. I liked that picture of me, I looked proud, healthy and strong, and beautiful. Heartbreakingly, I never got a response from him. Years and years later, my brother would reveal to me that he did no write me back because he was married to a jealous woman who convinced him that all I wanted was money and so he never responded to me. Even more years later passed and he was in his deathbed and he asks to meet with my sister and me. My sister went, I did not. I just could not get over how slighted I felt. He died a few months later and the guilt was almost too much to bear. There ended my relationship with my father, a handful of strung-together memories of me running, terrified, not knowing what I had done wrong. I don't even have a picture of him, only the one of him in my memories. 

            I don't ever think of my father these days, except days like this of course, Father's Day. He is not part of any comfort thoughts for me, a total nothing. The hell I lived through in my youth, after the divorce, came and went and he was not around to prevent any of it, alone I dealt with all of it. Many more years later, I met with his older brother and his family and was given a slew of forgiving excuses for why he was never around. Most of the excuses they gave fell under the category of blaming my mom of course. I don't doubt my mom played a big role in this separation between me and my dad, yet, had he even fought back, even a tiny bit, I would have known. Knowing he was "fighting" for me would have boosted my self-worth tremendously..... 

               So I stand here at 43 still puzzled, perplexed at to how one can procreate and just walk away without a fight, without a care. I will never know why he never even tried. Building my self-worth back up from these ashes has taken years. But days like these are not easy.