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.

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Ingredients:
– 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?

Self Bloomed Rainbows

This holiday season, I am hosting flesh and bones bursting with unwanted guests. Mistress Nausea brought Sir Hurl. They arrived almost two weeks ago, accompanied by Lady Fever—an insufferable harlot who refuses to take three steps without her good-for-nothing boy toys, Dizziness and Fatigue.

And I can’t even think of throwing them out, since they are best friends with Mr. Pill, and he is the only one keeping Lord Crohn’s from puncturing my pipes and letting all sorts of crap leak who knows where. I haven’t been able to pretend that the undesirable horde is not constantly around. But most days, sipping tea and nibbling on pomegranate seeds dulls the effects of their visit a considerable bit.

When their presence gets so loud that it threatens to crack my skull, I sip on words and tell myself stories to quiet them out. Some days (nights?), I share the stories with you. And you add your bits to my bits… Our united bits say, “We aren’t alone in this. We are awesomely strong. And goodness, we are so freaking modest! In fact, our modesty can only be surpassed by our extreme hotness.”

So, there you have it, my Wicked Luvs: when my bones and gut hurt so much that I must squint to see my screen properly, I write things that make me grin. And I turn to friends who morph said grins into laughter. Then I wait for magic to happen… in the company of self bloomed rainbows.

“Bloom a Rainbow”

If winter blues
ever fray my edges,
I shall bloom
a rainbow…
and fill my-Self
with spring.
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