Carve

Have you ever just looked around at this big world and ever wondered where do you really fit in? Fitting in can be a daunting task. We say we don’t care what other people think about us. Yet we do. We say that we love the way we look but yet we peer into the mirror wondering is it good enough? Is it cute enough? Will someone say something about me?

The older I get, I am truly embracing me. I don’t care what people think of me. I don’t care what people say about me. I’m a little plump…I got the whole saggy boob thing going on. I even have the squishy butt that’s heading in the same direction as my boobs. Yet still I say FUCK IT. Who has more swag than me?

I’m carving out my own image. My own mind set. My own individuality! I’m playing by my own rules. Today I am eating meat. Tomorrow, I will be a vegan all day. The day after, I will be whatever the fuck I want. That’s the lovely thing about life it changes daily. It changes by the minute. It changes by the second.

Carve out your place in life. Be great! Do you! Be happy! Be helpful! Be kind. Fuck it! Be mean if that’s what makes you happy! Just carve out you!

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Wild Rice Vegetable Soup

I’m trying to expand my palate and make veggies sexy again. LOL! I know. Nothing like a corny ass joke to try to buy time before I express how I really feel.

The soup…second attempt to make a healthy conscious soup that may stick to my bones.

This shit wasn’t it! At least not for me! Wild rice is up on that list with Brussels sprouts. The soup was OK. I would make it again without the wild rice. The recipe called for squash, cannelloni beans, celery, bay leaves, onion, and vegetable stock all in the crock pot. Six hours later…the vegetables were still fucking hard so I left it cooking. 10 hours later…soup! Wild rice and all!

Now out of all people in my damn house, I expected to be in love with the soup and to be the only one to like it. I didn’t expect my husband to like the soup. So…I guess since he liked it I might make it again but maybe with some brown rice.

The final product.

The kale is added last and I added some fresh cracked pepper.

Vegan Black Pepper Tofu

Shocker alert. I have never had tofu before. Never ever!!! So…well…I mean! Well damn! I should just spit it out.

The Vegan Black Pepper Tofu was FIRE! That shit was good.

I was skeptical when I took the tofu out of the package. I wasn’t especially happy about pressing it to take the water out. Feeling the tofu was fucking strange because the texture felt weird. I’m just glad that it didn’t have a smell or this shit would have been dead from the very beginning.

Needless to say, we had another day with eggplant on the menu. Today’s eggplant was pan seared and with the soy sauce concoction that I made gave the eggplant an awesome taste. I can honestly say, I can fuck with eggplant this way versus the eggplant Parmesan that I made yesterday.

On a scale of 1 to 10, I give this dish a 8.5. If all vegan dishes taste this damn good then I’m totally looking forward to my new lifestyle.

I forgot to take a picture of the food on my plate because I fucked it up real quick. But I did capture the prep.

Browning the tofu…

Browned the mushrooms and eggplant…

All together now…

Shit was good…until next time!!!

Vegan Chick Pea Gyros Who Knew…

Vegan Chick Pea Gyros. OMG!!! Amazing. Very delicious dish. I had to rearrange the flavor profile to add a little of me but shit I could eat these all day. Too bad I just come back from the dentist and my mouth was still numb. I had a hard time keeping my food in my damn mouth. (If One of my kids snuck a pic, someone would have thought I needed a damn baby bib) But the shit was so good that I didn’t give a damn that I kept biting the fuck out my tongue.

Roasted chick peas were the meat substitute. Who the fuck thought of this idea? Shit was on fire with spice but it was off the fucking chain.

Today’s side dish brought to you by the letter C as in cauliflower bitches. Okay. I’m being silly. I hate cauliflower or do I? I made barbecue cauliflower. These mofo’s were great. Changed my mind about fucking cauliflower. Shit was delish! Any who! I posted some pictures. If you want the recipe then you gotta post a comment.

On a side note, cause I just HAD to share…I got rejected from a vegan group on FB. Can you believe that shit? They had a questionnaire. Guess my ass was a little to real when I said…”I love fucking meat…it just doesn’t love me.”

Fuck, I’m thinking about some bacon right now. PIG bacon! Not that fake shit! I digress! Here’s the pic.

Vegan Burrito Bowls

I’m not on a challenge or anything but I am very interested in becoming a vegan. Overall a plant based diet might be better for me long term, however we will get to that bullshit on a different day.

I’ve made a few tasty vegan dishes that didn’t have me missing any meat. I took pictures. I may start posting the recipes if I love them.

My crazy ass thought that Spicy Garlic Brussel Sprouts would be a yummy side. 😖😣☹️. I do not like Brussel sprouts. I repeat I do not like Brussel sprouts. This is not a DRILL. Hell to the nah!!! Bad…bad…bad! (I’m not knocking those that like em, IJS)

I thought I would attempt to eat them with a grown up palate and they were an epic fail taste wise. I can however point out that I did at least try. Oven Roasted Garlic Brussel Sprouts Needless to say the meal was simple to make. I had to put a little bit of soul into it because the recipes called for no additional spices…BUT…honey, I don’t do bland!

Nest

Have you ever seen Big Bird’s nest on Sesame Street? It’s probably been a while especially when it’s not shown very often. Big Bird of course has this massive sized nest, as he should since he is of course, Big Bird. I find myself comparing my nest to Big Bird’s. I mean, for a while my nest was pretty big. All four of my baby birds and Papa bird fit into the nest quite nicely. We had room to grow and grow is exactly what they did. GROW! And they grew some more and now they don’t fit into the nest like they used too.

Now, I spend a lot of my time perched up in my nest, spending a lot of time alone with my thoughts. It’s funny, as they get older, so do I. I have to face my own mortality, the baby birds having birds of their own, finding jobs and flying away. For a while I felt sad but then quickly felt refreshed because I remembered what Papa Bird said about that empty nest.

An empty nest means freedom. Free to fly to Vegas. Free to fly here or there. Fly anywhere! Sex here. Sex there. Booze in the morning if I want. Booze at night if I like.

Just freedom! The empty nest isn’t looking so bad anymore.

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