Monthly Archives: December 2012

Sweet Potato Hash

Sweet Potato Hash

Sweet potato hashAh, the genius born of “use the stuff in the refrigerator before it goes bad” experiments!  Since I’m eliminating white potatoes, white rice, pasta, etc., I’m working on new staples for side dishes.  I originally made it to mix with chunks of turkey smoked sausage, but won’t repeat that choice.  Turkey smoked sausage is just not worth eating.  Blech.

The hash, though, is a keeper.  The base recipe is a good on its own, and seasonings can be adjusted to suit any meal.

Serves 4 – 185 calories per serving

2 TBSP. olive oil

1 large (1 lb.) sweet potato, peeled and diced

1 large onion (red or yellow), diced

1/2 yellow bell pepper, diced

1/2 red bell pepper, diced

2 cloves garlic, finely diced

1 tsp. kosher salt

1/2 tsp. black pepper

Spray heavy bottomed fry pan with non-stick spray, heat over medium heat.  Mix all ingredients in a bowl (including oil), and add to pan.  Cook until potatoes are tender and browning, about 5-7 minutes.  Voila!

For breakfast, you might consider browning diced bacon in the pan before adding the veggie mix, and reduce the olive oil.  Lovely with a sunny side up egg.sweet potatoes

Oh, What a Sweet Life!

Oh, What a Sweet Life!

I love my husband.  I loved him when I married him, and through life’s trials and tribulations, I’ve come to love him more.  I didn’t even realize how much until a few weeks ago.

He’d not been feeling well, and was plagued with some symptoms that made me uneasy:  overwhelming thirst, rapid weight gain, headaches, loss of energy.  I did what every wife would do:  nagged him until he made an appointment with our physician.

When his blood tests came back showing a fasting blood glucose level of over 400, I was panic stricken.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with blood sugar, it should be under 100, and 140 is cause for intervention.  400 is unimaginable.  Had he been mainlining high fructose corn syrup?  Holy cotton candy, Batman!

Have I mentioned that my husband loathes needles?  He can’t even watch other people get shots.  Now we both needed to learn how to give insulin injections.

I reacted with the calm, reasoned logic that I’m known for.  I went through the pantry and refrigerator like a hurricane.  Doritos in the garbage.  Christmas candy that I had JUST MADE got boxed up and sent to my son.  White potatoes, white bread, white rice, white towels, White Christmas….threw them all out.

I started lecturing the importance of breakfast before he even got his first cup of coffee down each morning, and didn’t shut up until he was ingesting eggs.  I pored over recipes.  I learned how to make kale chips.  I took the chocolate out of the house.  Let me repeat that:  I TOOK THE CHOCOLATE OUT OF THE HOUSE.

I tested my own blood glucose, and tried not to gloat when it registered an amazingly healthy 94.  However, in a show of support, I decided that I would adhere to the same food restrictions that he needed to learn to live with.

I can now say that I love this man more than potato chips, Christmas cookies, and my famous French Silk Pie.  I can also say that I’ve come a long way in learning to give injections, and have only left a couple of bruises.  Finally, I can also breathe a little easier because the numbers are now in the 200’s, an occasionally in the 190’s.  He’s still got a war to wage, but the battles are going in his favor.

Please, God, don’t let his cholesterol go up.  I don’t want to make a decision between him and bacon.no sweets

 

 

 

Dream On

Dream On

Today I listened to both of my daughters cry, and to my son try not to.  On the surface, sadness over the loss of their grandfather.  Underneath, guilt over lost time, and the uneasiness that accompanies the stark realities of mortality.

All I can do is listen, and try to comfort them with reminders that their Grandpa had a good life, and isn’t suffering any longer.  Though it’s not the time for a lecture, this is what I’d like to tell them, and I’m sure their Grandpa would agree with me.

Life is short. We seem to think that we’ll live forever. We put off the dream vacation for another year (or five), because we all assume we have another year (or five). We don’t tell the ones we love how much we love them often enough because we assume there’s always tomorrow. And we worry. Wow, do we worry. We stick it out in miserable jobs and situations because we’re afraid of the risk of seeking what we want. What if we don’t make enough money?  What if we end up alone?  We don’t reach high enough or far enough because we’re worried we’ll fail, forgetting that failing is ok, hell it’s NECESSARY, but settling for mediocrity is not.

We think we’ve got forever. We think we’re just one new job or new relationship away from being happy.  We get so caught up in keeping up, that we neglect the most precious and fragile thing we have:  moments we’ll never see again. We talk of killing time, passing time, and getting through the week, forgetting we’re wishing away the moments that comprise our lives.

Life is short.  None of us get out alive. We’ve got less time than we think.

Live your life.  Today. Not when you have some extra money, or once the kids are grown, or when you retire.  Today.  I know there are a million reasons you can’t rejoice in your day:  you’re sick, you’re lonely, you’re broke, you’re stressed.  I know. Life is not only short, it is also sometimes intensely difficult. But I think sometimes our reasons are really our excuses.  Take a hard look at your priorities.  No one is going to live your life on your behalf.  You have to do it.  You have to do it today, because some day soon….and it will seem so soon….your time will be  up.

Don’t put off that lunch with a friend.  Don’t forego your next birthday celebration.  Don’t decide you can’t take that vacation.  Don’t dismiss your dreams as unrealistic. Don’t spend 8 hours (or more!) a day at a job doing something that doesn’t make you happy and fulfilled and proud.

There’s no way to wrap this up nice and neat and tie it with a bow, but speaking of bows…. This Christmas, don’t worry so much about what you buy and wrap for someone.  Give them your time.  Give them a hug.  Give them some laughter. Give them your love.  Make memories.