Thursday, September 20, 2012

Recipe: Grilled Flounder w/ sweet potato, broccoli

In my effort to be more creative in the kitchen, I attempted to cook a side dish I've never done before now. My mom always makes candied sweet potatoes during the holidays, and I needed a new side dish for my recycled dinner recipes.  So here I go!

Candied Sweet Potatoes: 2 hours

Boil 3 to 4 large sweet potatoes until very soft (about 1 hour)
Peel skin off with knife when cooled
Cut into 1/2 inch disks
Layer in baking dish: sweet potatoes, sprinkle cinnamon, sliced butter (sticks)
Add 1 cup sugar to 1/3 cup boiling water. Stir sugar mixture until melted. Let simmer in low flame for 5 min.
Pour sugar/water mixture over sweet potato, cinnamon, butter layer in baking dish
Cover backing dish.
Place in oven for about 1 hour

Grilled Flounder: 30 minutes
Thawed and cleaned flounder fish fillets
Place foil in grilling basket
Arrange flounder fillets in grilling basket (keeps fish from sticking to grill surface)
Sprinkle Lawrys season salt and pepper
Add sliced butter (sticks)
Add Sliced small yellow onion
Place on grill for about 20 minutes

Broccolli Florets: 15 minutes
Place frozen broccoli florets in sauce pan
Add enough water to cover bottom of pan
Add season salt, pepper, butter
Cover sauce pan
Simmer over medium heat until desired firmness

Are you a Perfectionist or Petal Pusher?



I know that as a wife and mother, I tend to be a perfectionist. You know women have so much pressure to balance it all - career vs. family vs. friends vs. ourself. The most freeing moment I've experienced was when I decided to let some things go andlive my life – worry free, guilt free, and fear free. No one can be everyone to everybody. No one can control every situation. More importantly, no one shouldhave to be expected to either. I decided January 1, 2012 that I would not start another year doing the same thing I’ve done in the past. 

In the past I made the mistake of believing that I could fix EVERYThing, and it was my responsibility to make things right for EVERYone. I had made it my life’s work to make other people comfortable, but I had forgotten about the most important person of all – Me. For so long I allowed my worries about making mistakes, my guilt from past mistakes, and my fear of making mistakes in the future keep me from appreciating my life now. 

All my life I’ve always seen myself as a caregiver. Not a bad quality to have in theory, but I really didn’t know what my role as a caregiver should have been. As a little girl, taking care of pets and plants was easy and quite fulfilling. As ateenager, taking care of children (babysitting) was easy and quite fulfilling. As an adult, taking care of my husband, children, and career wasn’t quite as easy and I struggled to find fulfillment. My reward and the ultimate measure of my success was based on how well my family was doing. As long as they were ok, I was ok. Do you know how hard it is to be responsible for another person’s life/happiness/success? I was truly up against the impossible, and not realizing my self imposed set up to failure was my biggest mistake. Does this sound familiar? Problems at home – work even harder to keep your home “normal.” Problems on the job – work even harder to keep your job “normal.”  Problems with your children –work even harder to keep your children “normal.” Problems with finances, work even harder to keep the finances “normal.” Of course there is nothing wrongwith working harder to solve problems, but there’s everything wrong with working hard to solve “every” problem.

For years I would be “on call” ready to put out any problem that arose for anyone –sometimes without being asked. Just as firefighters are trained to put outfires, I feel that I was trained to put out “problem” fires. My mother and religious education taught me to care for others as I would care for myself.  My own perception of a caregiver actually led me to the anxiety ridden world of the “perfectionist.” Who better take care of me than myself? So it stands to reason that - Who better take careof others than me? Just as the duty of the firefighter is to get the fire undercontrol, the duty of the “perfectionist” is to get their “environment” undercontrol. I worked so hard to keep my home perfect, my job perfect, my relationships perfect that I had no time to care for myself. Eventually “perfectionism” took a toll on me, because my health started to fail – my relationships started to fail – and most of all I was failing myself. Of course I was taking care of my family, but not at all the way I could have been. What did I learn from my perfectionist mistakes?

First of all, no one is perfect. We all make mistakes. Pencils have erasers on the tops for that very reason. Once we make a mistake, we have to  learn from it, and then we correct it. How silly would it be to never use the pencil eraser after a written mistake? Isn’t it much better to have a neat corrected paper than to have a sloppy crossed out mess of a paper? This is how I see my life now. I want to be the much nicer corrected paper. I don’t want the mess that was my prior life. Today I can accept the ‘mistakes” of myself and others without the urge to cross things out with my “perfectionist” pencil. Life is not a race. Life is a journey to be experience with all the senses – slowly – thoroughly – and most important gratefully. 

Second, I learned that I need to take care of myself before I can take care of others. I am no longer the understudy of my life’s work, I am now the leading lady with my feet planted firmly at center stage. I’m facing the world eyes forward, projecting my voice for all to hear, ready to take on life’s challenges with the confidence of a multimillion dollar grossing Hollywood Actress. I deserve to be happy too, and I have been practicing how to happy every day.
Finally I know that being a perfectionist has no reward. Today my reward is knowing that my family sees how much I care about them because of what I am able to do so now. I am able to take care of them, because I’ve learned to take care of myself. During the most troubled times of my past, I would look to the things that gave me the most joy – my family, my friends, my pets, and my plants (nature). I’ve always been a free spirit – running wild amongst the flowers (people) of life. I guess my “free spirit” helped me choose a career in Education. Teaching is such a good fit for me because it combines my need to care for others(children), sharing knowledge, and autonomy (freedom). The classroom used to be one of the most freeing environments for me besides my home until I came upon a school district that stifled my creativity and cut my “free spirit” wings. 

The unlimited potential of creative expression and learning in the classroom was the reward I needed to feel fulfilled in my career. The love and appreciation received from family and friends is the reward I need to feel fulfilled at home. The beauty and variety of nature is the reward I need to feel fulfilled spiritually. I feel nature puts me close to God. To this day, I love the comforting feeling I get snuggling with my doggies and I love the comforting feeling I get when I look at my plants and flowers. I love flowers so much that I purchase a bouquet of flowers for my dining room every two weeks when I go to the grocery store. Thanks to my husband, my house is surrounded by rose bushes, and I love it. Looking at flowers and hugging my doggies makes me feel like I’ve been kissed by nature. Now stay with me on this one - Who is responsible for the birds and the trees? For me, the answer is God – so that’s my nature –spiritual connection. 

How do you solve problems at home or work? Do you have a sink in the bathtub or swim the English Channel mentality? I’ve learned not to sweat the small stuff, enjoy life, and stop to smell the roses. I’m happy. My family is happy. My friends are happy. My pets are happy. My plants are happy. All this happiness makes my life challenges easier to bear. If you asked me to describe myself a year ago, you would hear all the characteristics of a perfectionist. Today I am happy to admit that I am a “Petal Pusher.” My character traits would include those of a hippy flower child without the drugs. I am happy. I am free. You might be thinking – Flower child?? Yes I am a flower child, because I was born that way –au natural.

Are you a perfectionist or a petal pusher? Life is hard, but being unhappy all the time is actually harder. If you find that nothing is going your way at home or work no matter how hard you try, then you are probably a “perfectionist.” If you know that life is unpredictable, but you are capable of riding that wave of uncertainty knowing that you will be ok in the end– then you are a petal pusher. It’s time to make a choice. Slow down your life’s speed, and reconnect with your family, friends, and nature. Put on your sneakers, and go for a walk in your neighborhood or park. Look for all signs of nature, and start a photocollection if you can. If you can’t get outside to be close to nature, then bring nature closer to you. Buy a plant or purchase bouquet of flowers for your home. Adopt a pet or pet sit a neighbor's dog or cat. I’m sure that once to make these small changes, you will notice changes in your life. Happiness is created. Let’s get your new life –free of worry, guilt, or fear started today. Let me know how it’s working for you in about a month. Here we go!

Monday, September 17, 2012

30 Min Recipe: Grilled Sliced Pepper Steak with Fiesta rice and Corn

It's Monday!! We just got back from our weekend driving vacation to visit my best friend in Maryland. I didn't have time to go grocery shopping today, so I went shopping in our refrigerator. 

I prepared dinner in only 20 minutes tonight. I cut up leftover grilled steak. Heated up the steak over sliced green & yellow peppers, and onions on the stove top. Next I opened a bag of frozen corn and heated it on the stove top. Then I reheated Goya Fiesta Rice in the microwave. Viola!!! Dinner is served.



What did you have for dinner tonight?

Monday, September 3, 2012

Why We Work



Today is Labor Day


 – a day to celebrate the creation of the labor movement and the social and economic achievements of working Americans. As I enjoy this day off from “work” with my family, I started to wonder – Why do I work?

In today’s economic climate, many of us work to keep a roof over our head, clothes on our back, and food on the table. In the era of staycations, daycations, and nocations; work has become so much a part of our lives that fun is now optional. Ask the adults you see what they do for fun these days, and I’m sure there will be a short pause before you get an answer. The longer the person pauses before the answer, the lower the fun factor. Remember the days when you could work from 9 to 5, and still have money to spend with friends and relatives. I sure do. Today you need to be a CPA or financial planner to find discretionary income for your recreational activities, but all is not lost on the notion of working hard for the money. With a little creativity and imagination, we can find a way to work our way to a better life.  

N enjoying dinner with the family at The Rain Forest Cafe Restaurant in Atlantic City on the Boardwalk.

 Of course there are the obvious reasons to work, but I’m thinking beyond the paycheck. We work to maintain or obtain a lifestyle. We work to raise and protect our children. We work to keep our marriages and relationships healthy. We work to save the environment, animals, and our planet. We work to obtain high school diplomas and college degrees. We work to keep our communities safe. We work to ensure that our children will receive a quality education. We work to get our bodies fit and to keep our diets healthy. We work to find hormone free, antibiotic free, pesticide free foods for our family to eat. We work to find deals and coupons to save money on our budgets. We work to find time for hobbies. We work on our house DIY projects on the weekends to improve our living spaces. We work to become experts in our careers. We work to maintain our self-esteem. We work to stay focused on our goals. We work on spiritual connectivity. We work to obtain knowledge. We work to let others know how much we appreciate them. We work to love one another. We work to forgive. We work to find love. We work to understand our purpose in life. We work to know peace, and finally we work on creating our own happiness.

Most days I work at all of the above on some level or another, so taking a day to celebrate the labor movement and my social-economic achievements is quite fitting. Finally a national holiday celebration just for me! Every day I work at being a wife, mother, educator, blogger, entrepreneur, nutritional lifestyle coach, and environment activist. I deserve a day off. I’ve been struggling all day because I don’t think that I know how not to work, but I’m giving it a valiant effort. All I know is that my work is my life, and that makes me happy. 

All flowers makes me happy. Looking at them makes me feel like I've been kissed by nature.


So now it’s your turn. Why do you work? Let me know by leaving a comment. If you feeling like “working” on enjoying a night out on the town, use Google, Twitter, or Yahoo to follow me on this blog AND my new blog “EducanDoit,” and your name will be entered into a drawing to win a national chain restaurant gift card. Drawing will be held on Monday, September 17. So get those fingers “working” on that computer keyboard, and help me “work” my magic communicating through my blogs. Here we go!

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

30 min Recipe: Chipotle CheeseSteak Pasta


Being a wife, mother, educator, blogger, entrepreneur, nutritional lifestyle coach, and environmental activist leaves very little time to be creative in the kitchen. Last Saturday I came across a restaurant inspired recipe, Chipotle CheeseSteak Pasta, while reading the local newspaper. Coincidently I had picked up lots of organic vegetables at a local farmers market last Sunday after Church, I had a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese in the pantry, and there were organically raised beef sirloin tips in my freezer that I snagged from a “Living Social” Labor Day Grilling deal a few weeks ago. I had all the makings of a quick, family dinner that I made for my family tonight ---



Chipotle CheeseSteak  Pasta      Makes: 4 servings     Cook time: 25 minutes

Ingredients:
¼ cup barbeque sauce                       ¼ cup A1 Steak Sauce
¼ Robusto Italian dressing                 1 small red sweet onion
1 green bell pepper                            1 red bell pepper
1 box Kraft Mac & Cheese                   1 pound boneless sirloin steak
Pinch of Lawrys Season Salt                Pinch of Black Pepper



Directions:   (preheat grill now)
1.  Combine barbeque sauce, A1 Steak Sauce, Robusto Italian Dressing in large bowl. Add Boneless Sirloin Steak to sauce mixture, and mix well until beef is completely covered. Place bowl with meat in the refrigerator to marinade.
2.   Thinly slice onion, red pepper, and green pepper. Mix. Set aside in a vegetable grilling basket.
3.   Prepare Kraft Macaroni & Cheese per box instructions. Start boiling water in medium sized pot. (cook time 10 min)
4.   Place marinated Beef Sirloin Tips, and veggies inside basket on grill. Set timer for 12 min. After first 12 min, turn beef tips over. Remove veggie basket if veggies are soft to touch. Cook beef tips on other side for 12 min. Remove beef tips from grill after 24 min total.  
5.   Slice Beef Sirloin Tips thinly. Set aside.
6.   Place prepared Mac & Cheese on large serving platter. Place sliced Sirloin Tips on top of Mac & Cheese, and then place mixture of veggies on top of Sirloin Tips. Serve and enjoy.





Since it is summer now, I chose to grill the meat and veggies. However, for this recipe the beef and veggies can be prepared on a stove in a skillet. I’m sure other meats can be substituted for beef – chicken, Italian sausage, or Turkey are some suggestions. 

My family loved this recipe, and ate it all up. I will definitely add it to my dinner recipe rotation. My goal is to find 20 new recipes to recycle for dinner during the month of September. Do you have any 30 minute dinner recipes to share with me? I will continue my 20 recipe search, but I would love your help. Show me what skills you have in the kitchen? Let’s make dinner creative again. Here we go!

Monday, August 27, 2012

The NIA E.R. Project: The Plastic Bag Diet

If people really knew how much plastic shopping bags are hurting the environment, maybe they wouldn't roll their eyes so hard when I pull out my reusable canvas shopping bags.Usually I carry 4 reusable canvas shopping bag, and 1 insulated shopping bag during each grocery shopping trip. In fact, Walmart.com  has a very nice insulated black shopping bag for only $10.



I'm very proud to say that I am still on the plastic bag diet, and I have been off plastic bags since July 1. I have even eliminated plastic garbage bags in my home completely, and I don't miss them at all. Actually I am using less bags when I shop, and I'm not polluting the oceans. Just check out my neatly compacted $50 shopping trip from Walmart. Best of all, I can carry all of this into the house in TWO trips.


I've also found out that Shoprite gives $.05 deduction off your grocery shopping total for each bag "reused." My grandmother always said, "A Penny saved, is a Penny earned. If you don't believe her, check out this chart below that shows how much money could be earned by doubling the amount of money saved the previous day. 

Shopping with reusable canvas shopping bags helps cut down the manufacture of plastic bags, which helps reduce the number of plastic bags floating in the oceans, and best of all you can earn "money" while saving the lives of countless marine animals. Do you want to save money on your next shopping trip? If you answered yes, then stop using plastic bags today. Did you know that 26 Glad Tall Kitchen Trash bags cost about $7? $7 x 12 months = $84, so you can save about $100 annually just by not using plastic garbage bags. Did you hear those pennies hit the bottom of your savings account??? Ca-ching! Get yourself some reusable canvas shopping bags, and let the savings begin......Here we go!



Sunday, August 26, 2012

A Dog Day Afternoon: National Dog Day



Are you a dog lover? Have you ever wondered what life would be without dogs? Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always had a dog as a pet. In my mind, a house is not a home unless a dog is living there with you. My earliest memory of my love affair with dogs has to be when I was living with my family in a very “urban” New Jersey town. There were several abandoned buildings between my house and the Catholic grammar school I attended. During my walk to and from school (children were allowed to do that back in the day), I would always come across a stray dog or two. I would save food bits in my “Scooby Doo” lunchbox to feed them, because even as a child I knew they were hungry. One time I found a mother and her puppies in an old bordered up house, and I would squeeze through the iron fence to reach them in the front doorway. I would play with them every afternoon after school until they weren’t there anymore. I never knew what happened to that dog family, but those afternoons with them will always be a happy childhood memory for me.

At the age of 10, my mother moved us to “suburbia,” a quaint small town in New Jersey. It was there that got my first dog Quincy. One afternoon I had accompanied my mother to the grocery store. A lady had a black lab puppy in a shopping cart in front of the store. She was asking shoppers to take this puppy home, because she couldn’t  keep it. I looked in that cart, and there was a tiny black ball of fur wrapped in a powder blue blanket. The little puppy looked up at me, and I knew immediately that this dog had to be mine. My mother and I listened to her story, and with a little begging we took that puppy home the same day. Actually, that day was the start of my love affair with dogs. I named that puppy, Quincy (after the medical show with the same name starring Jack Klugman - from The Odd Couple TV show), and immediately fell in love with him. I fed him. I trained him. I held him. I talked to him. I walked him. I took care of him. I loved him.


My mother was a gracious host to the animal farm in my head and in the house. I had convinced my mother to allow me to keep the puppy, and later she allowed me to keep a plethora of fish, a beautiful Dutch rabbit I named Oreo, and many of my classroom pets that always seem to be in my home during school vacations. Thinking about animals was all I could do as a child, and I would draw pictures of the animals in my mind's eye to display on the refrigerator in our home. I even watched TV shows with animals – Lassie, Mr. Ed, and my favorite was Snoopy from Peanuts. I was only 10 years old, and all the animals in my home were my responsibility. I always felt so proud and happy to have my pets around me. They gave me years of happiness, and for a shy little girl from the big city - that meant the world to me.

Since my childhood dog Quincy (Labrador Retriever), I’ve had Cham (German Shepard, Collie mix), Aurora and Missy (Rotweillers), Lucky (Cocker Spaniel), Taco (Chihuahua), and finally Foxie Boy (Chihuahua). Today Lucky and Foxie Boy live with me and my family in a beautiful home in Suburban NJ. My daughters, S and N, have definitely gotten the doggy love bug from me. I initially got Lucky for S as a little girl, Taco and Foxie Boy were definitely for N. Last school year, N chose a back pack with two brown Labrador puppies on the front. Dora and Hello Kitty came in at a distant second and third respectively.  N is a dog lover in training for sure.

N and Taco playing in the backyard last summer.

One afternoon two years ago, I went to see a lady that had Chihuahua puppies for sale. She lived in the most quaint little Jersey Shore town I've ever seen. When I entered her house, and she led me to a room with a sea of puppies all huddled together in the corner. Every time she reached down to get one, the whole pack would run to another corner of the room. It was hilarious to watch those little Chihuahua legs move so quickly across the floor. During one of the puppy shuffles, I reached down and scooped up this shaking ball of black, white, and tan fur. I sat on the floor and held him up to toward the daylight shining through the oversized window, and we were face to face. I knew at that very moment that little doggy had to be mine. He came home with me that same day. My husband named the puppy, Taco, because of his extra small size and the fact that his doggy ancestors are from Mexico. 

Foxie Boy relaxing in the kitchen.

My husband named Foxie Boy too. We agreed that Foxie looks like a very good looking Fox, and Nylah added the "Boy" that stuck kind of reminiscent of "Boy George's" moniker (because he so gorgeous and he's a male dog). My husband jokes that the newest member of our pet family, Foxie Boy, is the son I never had, and I know he’s right. Before my husband announced that he didn’t want any more children a few years ago, I just couldn’t understand the term “pet parent.” What is that? How can a human being be a parent to a dog? a cat? a Bird? But now that I think about it, that’s exactly what I’ve been since I was 7 years old taking care of that doggy family in that abandoned building around the corner from my home in that very "urban" New Jersey town. 

Of course I know that a dog can never be my son, but every one of my dogs were/are a part of my family. In fact I’ll go so far as to say that a house is not a home unless there is a dog living inside with you. Yes I said it (sorry cat lovers). Dogs hold a special place in my heart – always have, and always will. A family home is the perfect environment for dogs. Have you ever wondered how dogs make the transition from family to family almost effortlessly? After watching countless episodes of Cesar Milan and "The Dog Whisperer," I know that Dogs love to be a part of a pack. A pack  - whether human or animal - is a family. More importantly, when children learn to take care of a dog, they learn a life long lesson about caring for all living things - people, animals, plants, and the earth. If you want to raise compassionate, loving, caring children, then get them a dog. In my opinion, every child should have a dog.


Why do I prefer dogs over cats? Having a dog as a pet is like having a best friend for life. All of us need love, and dogs give love to us all. When I turn that key in the lock of my house, my dogs are waiting there to greet me with the unrestrained enthusiasm of a Justin Beiber groupie. For about five minutes I am their biggest fan. I could turn right around, go out the door, and then come back in the house to the same revelry I received just five minutes earlier. My dogs show me this level of love each and every day, and I do the same for them without jumping on them of course. How many of you dog lovers have had the worst day imaginable, but your troubles seem to melt away as soon as you pet your dog? Have you ever been sad or sick, and your dog didn’t leave your side until you were better? 


 N dressed Lucky in a wedding gown. 

Dogs are the most resilient, lovable, loyal, and caring animals on the face of the earth. No matter how terrible they were treated in the past, they seem to be able to love their caregivers unconditionally – once the people and the environment change for the better of course. Case in point, Lucky was rescued at the age of 4 from an animal shelter in New York. One afternoon I packed some chicken, left my apartment in NJ, and took the 1 hour 30 minute ride to an animal shelter in Long Island, NY. The lady let me take a small black freshly groomed cocker spaniel outside the facility for a walk. He was so happy to be out of that cage that we almost ran away from the building. I bent down to get a good look at him in the sunlight, and to my surprise that little black dog’s eyes were tearing. I lifted up his snout to look at his face, and I knew at that very moment that this dog had to me mine. Lucky came home with me that same day. I knew nothing about Lucky’s prior life, and he knew nothing about my current life. Lucky was so well trained that I knew he had been a part of someone’s family. Training that thorough had to be professionally done. It makes me sad even today to think what could have happened to get him landed in that shelter, but 8 years later I am so glad he was there waiting for me on that hot July afternoon in 2004. I named the little black dog Lucky because we were so very "Lucky" to have such a great dog join our family. Do you consider your dog to be a member of your family? I sure do.

I guess many dog owners feel the same way I do about dogs being a member of the family. Today many pet parents across America are celebrating “National Dog Day.” In the past I may not have even thought twice about taking a day to celebrate dogs, but know that Taco is gone I say YES to this doggy celebration. Why celebrate a dog? Why not? Even plants like special treatment. In honor of the celebration I picked up a plush football toy for Foxie Boy at Walgreen’s today, and Lucky got a special dinner with “human” food (he loves his belly full LOL). If they could talk to me right now, I’m sure they would say, “Rank Rouuu.”

No I’m not crazy, but I am crazy about dogs. Have you ever looked into a dog’s eyes, and actually felt your souls connecting? If so, I would really like to know because I’m thinking that it’s just me. It hasn’t happened with all of my dogs, but it has happened with three of them. Can you guess which ones?