Find one that's a little too brown around the edges, or has a slight crack in it. Break off a bite, walk away. mmm
Circle round the kitchen island, break off another piece, into the mouth it goes. mmm
Okay, resist. RESIST... Plop down on sofa, turn on a Law and Order rerun..... Case solved... back in kitchen... ACK here I am again.
So I'm using this blog to resist temptation. Anzac biscuits, ever heard of them? Well I'll just tell you then. They're Australia and New Zealand Army Corps biscuits, from WW II. Made with rolled oats, butter, coconut, flour and Lyle's Golden Syrup. That's the kicker.
A dear friend sent me two jars of her latest find, LGS. I had heard of it, never tasted it. It's one of the lighter treacles. And I just found out today exactly what treacle is. All those Agatha Christie books and I never knew. I still don't quite get what a jumper is, but that will have to wait. Treacle is a syrup gleaning from the sugar production process. I gather molasses would be a dark treacle. Great discovery, eh?
Anyway, my mission this fall is to experiment with caramel recipes on football Saturdays. My way to increase my interest in football Saturdays. So today I'm killing two birds with one stone, as LGS sort of tastes like a caramel. Hey, these are my rules, I can slide them.
So I looked up the recipes, found two I liked. Anzac biscuits and Treacle Cake. Converted all the measurements to American (not British), got all the ingredients for the first one, Anzac's, out on the counter. Love feeling like I'm a TV chef. Made them. Wow are they tasty.
Watched another Law and Order episode. Psychology says we like murder mysteries because the evil gets figured out and squashed by the good. So when our own lives have a spiraling-out-of-control part to them, at least we see some order in chaos. Whatever, I seem to enjoy them these days.
Then watched Giada make Pasta with Lemon and Tomatoes and Ricotta Salata. Such simple recipe, looks really good. Rotini pasta hot out of the boiling water, toss with the following sitting in an exquisite pasta bowl: eight chopped roma tomatoes, lemon zest and juice from one lemon, salt, pepper and a chunk of ricotta salata crumbled. Of course, the Italian secret of a half cup pasta water added if needed. Looked great. No herbs, which surprised me. I picture fresh basil on everything.
Started on the second, Treacle Cake, but I'm out of butter. AHHH. I was really getting into this, I really am on Food Network. Setting out my ingredients, oven warmed up already. Talking to the camera in my mind. And alas, no butter. No worries mate, quick change in plans. Open the fridge, freezer, pantry doors.. what can I make? A blueberry pie. Only two and a half cup blueberries though. I'll sneak in a minced green apple, might balance the blueberries. Okay, off we go.
So now the pie's in the oven, and I was left alone in the kitchen with thirty-six minus four Anzac biscuits. In other words, need to escape temptation....
As I see it, I have used this blog to help me out for a year and a half now. Which is good, because I can't see anyone else is reading this. I mean, it's been six weeks since my last post. Well, if you do read this, you are an incredibly loyal follower. Thank you. Or you just found this, so welcome!!!
I have missed writing.
Coming back from Italy, I posted all the photos on Facebook (I admit, traitorious. Mea culpa blogspot).
Then I launched myself into getting fit: walking 3 miles a day, playing tennis, golf. Posting my calories on Livestrong. Set on loosing 35 pounds and getting HEALTHY.
On Sunday 9/11/11 I chopped an onion. Tiny nick on my left thumb. Put a bandage on it, put antibiotic goop on it morning and night.
Wednesday morning I awoke with what I thought was the worst case of the flu. Oh my goodness the achy joints, headache, fever. By Wednesday afternoon fever was 101.8, and I had this weird red patch on my left upper arm. So I thought, I will go the the doctor just to MAKE SURE my arm that tends to get lymphedema isn't infected. It wasn't really swollen, so I thought this was a 50-50 shot. But I had heard all the warnings.
Well cellulitis, welcome to my world. A little bacteria snuck through the thumb nick, found its way into my lymph, my stagnating lymph. It multiplied with abandon, blooming spots all up and down my left arm. Staph or Strep, these bacteria are on our skin, just waiting.
Well go no further little ones. Help is on its way....
It's Saturday afternoon, fever is finally to normal this morning. Antibiotic tipped the tables on the little buggers. I visualized my T cells as White Capital T's with swords, charging in slaying the sickly neon green bacteria cells. The antibiotic was precise sniper rifles, picking them off one by one. They told me to take it easy for five days. I slept, completely slept, through the first two.
I was really really scared Wednesday night. I felt crappy. I had this bacteria that I could almost see growing, making red measles spots and rashes bloom up and down my arm.
Deep breath.
Once again I am healed.
Once again I am pulled back, laid down, stopped in my tracks.
Once again I am reminded how great He is, and how little I am in control.
Really.
And this is a good thing.
I am trying to build back.
I am trying to be conscious of healthy mind, body and soul.
To be optimistic.
Put God first.
Love with an OPEN heart.
A great idea when I am sitting here typing.
A great idea for the first few days.
It's the long run that is tough....
You will help me do this.
Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me,
but try waking up every morning
& loving the world all over again.
That's what takes a real hero.
Brian Andreas
Circle round the kitchen island, break off another piece, into the mouth it goes. mmm
Okay, resist. RESIST... Plop down on sofa, turn on a Law and Order rerun..... Case solved... back in kitchen... ACK here I am again.
So I'm using this blog to resist temptation. Anzac biscuits, ever heard of them? Well I'll just tell you then. They're Australia and New Zealand Army Corps biscuits, from WW II. Made with rolled oats, butter, coconut, flour and Lyle's Golden Syrup. That's the kicker.
A dear friend sent me two jars of her latest find, LGS. I had heard of it, never tasted it. It's one of the lighter treacles. And I just found out today exactly what treacle is. All those Agatha Christie books and I never knew. I still don't quite get what a jumper is, but that will have to wait. Treacle is a syrup gleaning from the sugar production process. I gather molasses would be a dark treacle. Great discovery, eh?
Anyway, my mission this fall is to experiment with caramel recipes on football Saturdays. My way to increase my interest in football Saturdays. So today I'm killing two birds with one stone, as LGS sort of tastes like a caramel. Hey, these are my rules, I can slide them.
So I looked up the recipes, found two I liked. Anzac biscuits and Treacle Cake. Converted all the measurements to American (not British), got all the ingredients for the first one, Anzac's, out on the counter. Love feeling like I'm a TV chef. Made them. Wow are they tasty.
Watched another Law and Order episode. Psychology says we like murder mysteries because the evil gets figured out and squashed by the good. So when our own lives have a spiraling-out-of-control part to them, at least we see some order in chaos. Whatever, I seem to enjoy them these days.
Then watched Giada make Pasta with Lemon and Tomatoes and Ricotta Salata. Such simple recipe, looks really good. Rotini pasta hot out of the boiling water, toss with the following sitting in an exquisite pasta bowl: eight chopped roma tomatoes, lemon zest and juice from one lemon, salt, pepper and a chunk of ricotta salata crumbled. Of course, the Italian secret of a half cup pasta water added if needed. Looked great. No herbs, which surprised me. I picture fresh basil on everything.
Started on the second, Treacle Cake, but I'm out of butter. AHHH. I was really getting into this, I really am on Food Network. Setting out my ingredients, oven warmed up already. Talking to the camera in my mind. And alas, no butter. No worries mate, quick change in plans. Open the fridge, freezer, pantry doors.. what can I make? A blueberry pie. Only two and a half cup blueberries though. I'll sneak in a minced green apple, might balance the blueberries. Okay, off we go.
So now the pie's in the oven, and I was left alone in the kitchen with thirty-six minus four Anzac biscuits. In other words, need to escape temptation....
As I see it, I have used this blog to help me out for a year and a half now. Which is good, because I can't see anyone else is reading this. I mean, it's been six weeks since my last post. Well, if you do read this, you are an incredibly loyal follower. Thank you. Or you just found this, so welcome!!!
I have missed writing.Coming back from Italy, I posted all the photos on Facebook (I admit, traitorious. Mea culpa blogspot).
Then I launched myself into getting fit: walking 3 miles a day, playing tennis, golf. Posting my calories on Livestrong. Set on loosing 35 pounds and getting HEALTHY.
On Sunday 9/11/11 I chopped an onion. Tiny nick on my left thumb. Put a bandage on it, put antibiotic goop on it morning and night.
Wednesday morning I awoke with what I thought was the worst case of the flu. Oh my goodness the achy joints, headache, fever. By Wednesday afternoon fever was 101.8, and I had this weird red patch on my left upper arm. So I thought, I will go the the doctor just to MAKE SURE my arm that tends to get lymphedema isn't infected. It wasn't really swollen, so I thought this was a 50-50 shot. But I had heard all the warnings.
Well cellulitis, welcome to my world. A little bacteria snuck through the thumb nick, found its way into my lymph, my stagnating lymph. It multiplied with abandon, blooming spots all up and down my left arm. Staph or Strep, these bacteria are on our skin, just waiting.
Well go no further little ones. Help is on its way....
It's Saturday afternoon, fever is finally to normal this morning. Antibiotic tipped the tables on the little buggers. I visualized my T cells as White Capital T's with swords, charging in slaying the sickly neon green bacteria cells. The antibiotic was precise sniper rifles, picking them off one by one. They told me to take it easy for five days. I slept, completely slept, through the first two.
I was really really scared Wednesday night. I felt crappy. I had this bacteria that I could almost see growing, making red measles spots and rashes bloom up and down my arm.
Deep breath.Once again I am healed.
Once again I am pulled back, laid down, stopped in my tracks.
Once again I am reminded how great He is, and how little I am in control.
Really.
And this is a good thing.
I am trying to build back.
I am trying to be conscious of healthy mind, body and soul.
To be optimistic.
Put God first.
Love with an OPEN heart.
A great idea when I am sitting here typing.
A great idea for the first few days.
It's the long run that is tough....
You will help me do this.
Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me,
but try waking up every morning
& loving the world all over again.
That's what takes a real hero.
Brian Andreas
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