Easy Ramen Broth

This post is for my kids. They love ramen noodles. They also love having me make it for them. Well, no more. They are old enough to boil water, they are old enough to make their own ramen. But “I don’t like the seasoning packet” whines one child. “Can’t you make the broth for me?” whines the second child. I will write down the “recipe” and they can look it up next time they want ramen. I love them so much! I want them to have some life skills.

 

EASY Ramen Broth

2 Cups water
1 tsp chicken flavored broth (powder, Azure Standard)
1 tablespoon shoyu (Kikkoman soy sauce)
1/2 teaspoon granulated garlic
1/4-1/2 teaspoon ginger

Bring to a boil and add noodles.

I love you, my darlings!

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Getting My Uh, Stuff Together

Why are the sides of this wagon so low? I fall off every time I go over a rough patch of road.

There are so many facets of my life that I am trying to improve. I can never seem to have everything working like I want. It is difficult to have more than one area of my life moving in a positive direction. Well, summer is here again and I am ready for a new beginning.

My dad died a couple of months ago and I have felt like I am living in a kind of limbo since then. I wasn’t really exercising, I was eating whatever (unhealthy) food I wanted, dishes stayed dirty in the sink, laundry piled up, I felt like I was just barely making it. I am so grateful that summer is here now. I love the slower pace of summer. I love that my calendar fills up with things like camping and dinner with friends. I feel like I can take a breath.

I have a cleaning calendar on the wall by my computer. It has been neglected for months. Cleaning the kitchen turned into washing dishes when the sink was full. Cleaning the bathroom turned into cleaning the toilet when I couldn’t stand the sight of it anymore. Vacuuming happened when we were having someone come over. I just didn’t care. I felt like I was swimming against the tide, getting swept out to sea. I need to take a big breath! I will not be overwhelmed.

Yesterday I started following my cleaning schedule again. I feel lighter. It took a bit of time to get my bathroom deep cleaned, but next week it will be much easier. I also cleaned the kitchen. It is going to take some time to get things back in order. Hopefully I can get it together before school starts again.

Easy Hummus

I told a couple of my friends that my hummus recipe was on my blog, but… I can’t find it. If I can’t find it, they probably can’t find it. Also, it might not be here at all.

 

Hummus

adapted from the Vitamix cookbook

15 oz can of garbanzo beans with liquid
15 oz can of garbanzo beans, drained
1/8 – 1/2 tsp granulated garlic, to taste
1 tsp cumin
juice of 1 lemon
2 tsp olive oil
salt to taste
paprika

Put the two can of beans in Vitamix or food processor. Blend into a chunky paste. Add seasonings, and lemon juice, blend until smooth. Drizzle in olive oil while finishing up blending. Garnish with olive oil, cumin and paprika.

I’m Still Thinking

The new year has started. Millions(?) of people made new year resolutions and half of them have already failed. I can’t have broken my resolution yet because I haven’t made one. I’m thinking it might be fashion related. I found the Dress Your Truth site as I was trying to figure out what I am supposed to wear.

I cannot figure out what “season” I am. The clothes that an hourglass shape woman is supposed to wear are usually a little more, um, how do I say this, ¬†hoochie mama, body conscious, than I feel comfortable wearing. So, I found this quiz on Pinterest and stumbled upon a new way of looking at my clothes. I found a new way to look at myself.

For the first time ever I neatly fit into a category. As I learned about the 4 types of DYT women, I agreed with almost every statement about the Type 2 woman. The personality type fit! I was so excited, until I saw the clothes that Type 2 women are supposed to wear. I didn’t like any of them. What was wrong? Should I retake the quiz? I took some time to think about my current wardrobe.

What type were the clothes I already had? Most of them would fit into the Type 1 closet. What about the outfits that I really love? Um, well, I don’t think I have any of those. I don’t own one article of clothing that I love. Nothing that makes me feel beautiful, nothing that feels like me. Why did I buy these clothes?

I have been trying to be someone I am not. My husband is a “get things done” person. He’ll make of list of things to do and before the ink is dry he has already completed one thing. And for some strange reason, he thinks I should be like him.

I have always wanted to be friendly and outgoing, a cheerleader. I looked at my nature as something to overcome. I gravitated toward bright, cheery clothing. Hot pink with polka dots. I wanted to be bright pink with polka dots, but I’m not. I’m soft blue lace.

I took two months to go through the 30-day Dress Your Truth challenge. I am a Type 2, I need more time. I went back to watch the videos discussing the clothes of Type 2 women and I found I liked them more than I did two months ago. I went through my closet and moved most of my clothes to the back. I ordered two shirts and two pairs of shoes. I have a ways to go.

I want to celebrate who I am. I want people to know that I am quiet and sensitive. I want my clothes to convey to others who I am. This year I’m not going to be a “New Me”. I am going to be the me I have always been, but have been to scared to be.

95% Plant Powered

It is my goal for my diet to be 95% plant based. The last time I changed to a plant based diet I was focused on eliminating animal protein. This time I want to focus on what I am eating. I like to read/watch Chris Wark occasionally. And something he said stuck in my brain. Totally paraphrasing “If you are eating 10-15 servings of fruit and veggies everyday, you don’t have room for junk.” So, instead of trying to find vegan substitutes for meat, I am going to enjoy eating fresh fruits and vegetables. At every meal I want to have 3 to 5 servings of fruit and veggies. Green smoothies for breakfast. Salads for lunch. What have I been eating for dinner? Seriously, I should think about that.  Okay, Monday I made burgers, used a Minimalist Baker recipe (here), Tuesday I made chili, and Wednesday we had leftovers. Last week I made my husband halibut cakes and I had zucchini patties. I also did a mixed grill over the weekend. Chicken, shrimp and sausages for the meat eaters and zucchini, bell peppers, onions and beets for me. I ate those veggies on top of couscous. Writing about all this food is making me hungry! My green smoothies is wearing thin. I better think about a salad for lunch.

Yummy Salad

2 cups leaf lettuce
1 cup baby greens
1/4 cup shredded red cabbage
1/4 cup leftover brown rice
1 leftover grilled beet (pickled works too!)
1 tablespoon sunflower seeds
2 tablespoons almonds roughly chopped (pick a flavor for more fun! I like smoked almonds)

I really hope I can keep this up. So, 95% means I’m going to focus on plant based foods, but occasionally I will eat fish, eggs, maybe some chicken. I will have turkey on Thanksgiving. Can I do this until Thanksgiving? Yes! Good attitude! Eating salad can get old after awhile, but so can being unhealthy and feeling miserable.

Guilty Pleasures

Guilty pleasures…that sounds way more scandalous than anything I’ll be writing about. Although, I do feel a little bit guilty about my love of artificial scents.
I know that summer is over because I’m out of my Bath and Body Works Coconut Cove soap. And I am looking forward to getting Marshmallow Pumpkin Latte hand soap. I am usually a crunchy, D-I-Y kinda girl, but I love, LOVE stuff that smells good. Don’t judge, I also love Scentsy. I know there are so many wonderful natural scents I could have (I own a diffuser), but when my house smells like Vanilla Bean Buttercream, I am happy.
I am so excited about Fall flavors and scents! I love apple cider. I know everyone has been pumpkin crazy for years, but to me, apple cider means Fall is here. I will have a pan on the back burner with cider, cinnamon sticks and cloves simmering away. I will also have a Cider Mill Scentsy going.

What are your favorite scents? Do you like essential oils or do you sometimes crave candy-sweet fragrances?

Sometimes I just have to cry

Today is a hard day for me. Some years the anniversary of my mother’s death goes past without me noticing. If we are on vacation or travelling or sometimes I just don’t know what the date is during the summer. This year I have been dreading July 31 for weeks. It came and went and I was fine. But. Today is August 1st. On this day six years ago I woke up without my mom. I remember going downstairs and noticing her bedroom door was open. Before reality crashed in I thought “Oh good, she’s up.” She was gone. Gone. I could never see her again. I could never call her again. There is no way to describe the feeling of knowing she was gone from the world.
I don’t know why I’m having such a difficult time today. I just can’t stop crying. I want my Mama. I miss her and it still hurts.
Grief must be one of those spiral things. You feel like you are just going around and around, but really at the same time you are moving up. The weeks following her death I couldn’t sleep. I would watch the numbers change on my clock for hours. I would cry, full body sobs every night. I still miss her, but I do sleep through the night. I do miss her, but I don’t cry every day. I miss her, but I can find joy in watching my girls swim in the pool. I can find comfort in my family. I can hear a James Taylor song without completely loosing it.
A couple of weeks ago I had a girls weekend in Portland. When my mom was alive she and her sisters got together every year (usually with my grandma). I was fortunate to be able to join them a few times. This is the first time we have been together since Mama died. I hope that we will continue to get together, but I don’t know if that will happen. We didn’t talk about Mama, but I’m sure we all thought about her. She would have had a fabulous time with us.
I think I’m feeling better. I can breathe, my eyes aren’t burning. As long as no one asks “are you OK?” I should be fine.