Green Beans, Mushrooms, Broccoli and Roasted Pecans

I was craving a bit of crunch. And since The Boy has been asking for quick, healthy recipes with yummy veggies in them, I grabbed some green beans, mushrooms, pecans, broccoli stalk… and crafted a meal to please the tummy and The Boy.



– 1 cup of green beans, cut
– 1 cup of mushrooms, sliced
– ½ cup of broccoli stalk, remove the skin and then cut in small chunks
– 13 pecan halves, crushed and roasted
– 1 tsp. of olive oil
– 1 tbsp. of vinegar (you can use less, I just like my vinegar)
– dill, turmeric, salt

Preparation (about 30 minutes):
– Heat the oil in a medium size pan. Sauté the veggies on high heat (broccoli bits first, after a minute add the green beans, after another minute add the mushrooms). Stir often (I’m paranoid, so I stir continuously). When the beans reach your preferred degree of tenderness (about 9 minutes for me), add the dill and turmeric. Cook, while stirring, for another minute… then add the vinegar and salt.

Please note that because of my tummy issues, I don’t eat onions or garlic or anything too spicy. So, feel free to experiment… I always do. I add dill, turmeric (and ginger) to most of my meals because of their healing properties (and because they taste freaking yummy). This is a whole meal for me. 301 calories.

So, my Wicked Luvs, what are you cooking today?

Eagle Turned Sheep

The two men arrived silenced and half-broken, the same morning the world froze. Their quiet stank of rout, and she hated the sound of beaten souls. But not enough to miss the hateful cry of the eagle turned sheep.

She let them into her cabin, but ignored the way their cold bones leaned towards her fire. “Why are you here?” She already knew—the leader of their madness had turned tail, leaving them to feed on lies and snow. She just needed to make sure that they knew it too.

The younger man tried to hold her gaze and failed. “We’ve no place to go,” he said. “And… we’re hungry. I don’t know these lands. And the storm… Please, ma’am, you don’t have to help me. But my grandfather… he’s unwell.”

She watched the old man. They had been neighbors since before the cancer took her mother. She didn’t know his first name. But the blue chilling his eyes was burned into her forever memory the night he paid two teenagers to set fire to her garden. She could taste the smoke, hear screams ripping out of her throat, feel heat biting into the skin of her hands. Old anger twisted her gut. But she wasn’t a heartless beast. “I don’t have much—”

“What did I tell you?” the old man said to his grandson. “This kind of people—”

She continued talking as if his spew hadn’t envenomed the air. “But I have enough to get us through winter, if we are careful.”

“Just tell me what to do,” the young man said. “I’m strong. I know how to listen.”

Lips pursed, the old man walked to stand by her fire.

She let him. But when she saw him eying her rocking chair, she said, “No. Use one of those,” she pointed at a wooden crate, “or sit on the floor.”

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
(Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly: Snow Birthed Tales).

snow-birthed-tale-cabin-in-the-snow-by-jenny-leslie“Snow Birthed Tales”, by Jenny Leslie
(find more of her stunning work on Instagram)