Dinner That is Easy, Healthy and Tastes Good

New plan. Instead of naming posts with misleading words like "edition" in the title, I will name posts after Google searches that I would like to lead people here. And then be only slightly less misleading because for every Cooking Light recipe or farmer's market trip, there's an all-butter crust just lurking in the darkness.

What? This doesn't look evil to you? Of course it doesn't. It is fresh kale that has been lightly tossed in extra virgin olive oil and the juice of half a lemon. There is nothing wrong with this picture beyond the portion but, never you worry, it cooks down.

See? 10 minutes at 425. Seasoned lightly with sea salt and pepper then piled as a mountain on a plate. It is flanked by the slices of a freshly picked apple and a few thin slices of extra sharp white cheddar cheese. The only diabolical thing here is that it tastes. so. good. Crisp kale with a lemon zing. Crunchy sweet apple with creamy cheese. It is hardly gourmet but it is dangerously good.

Like pie is good. Like cake is good. Like croissants and bechamel sauce are good. Cue Linda Blair.

I don't mean to be evil. I really don't. I want to be inspired and collected and self-disciplined. It's just that pie occasionally gets in the way. Pie and my cat. I'd blame the couch but the couch is mostly innocent this time. If I don't get up off it, it's the fault of HC putting her paw in my outstretched hand, creating warm spots all over this chilly apartment.

Alas, she refuses to be held accountable. Typical. Thus, I must bear my own burden. It's time to get back to the gym. It's time to deep-dive into these beautiful fall veggies. It's time to make time. Tasty, flaky roadblocks are allowed so long as I'm in good enough shape to jump over them.

Good Night?

It's Friday night. I don't know if it's my body still decompressing from the craziness of March/early April or if I managed to mentally age myself an extra several decades.

If we're going to be really honest, I think Spring is out to get me and I'd just as soon not tempt fate till May. I'm a Fall person anyway, for me Spring is "Well yes, that's nice and all that things are greening but let the sun out and let's drink wine in the garden already. *ACHOOOO*"

I'm not Spring's favorite either. My acupuncturist (yes, I have one of those now) says that people are more likely to have mystery issues in the Spring. The season itself has too much energy than can't be expressed through wood- the medium of the season, apparently. So my diagnosis (once my tongue was deemed "very healthy," you would not BELIEVE the things you can tell from a tongue) was that I have a lot of internal energy and it's having a tough time expressing itself. I buy that. I buy that like I buy the fortune cookies and horoscopes that say nice things I presumed of myself anyway.

So I'm walking an extra lap around the block and stretching in the mornings and I'm mostly laying low at night.

Like tonight:

• Making chicken stock and matzoh balls.
• Arranging tulips.
  
• Organizing my taxes
  
• Talking to the cat (That little biz is in cahoots with Spring. Steals my earrings, chicken, sleep and dignity)
  
• Watching a documentary
• Listening to my iPod on random (the musical version of "shopping in my own closet")
• Folding laundry

Goodnight.

Not really "Goodnight", goodNIGHT for emphasis. It's 9:20pm so I have a good solid hour of hard partying until I'm in bed with my Cooking Light.

I'm not going to make it this way till May. Not every night. I can't.

So instead I'm going to go on tour for three days.

Yes, I'm going on the road with a couple awesome musicians through the Rocky Mountains.

• I will have excessive amounts of wine with Sass and Carlyle.
• I will sleep in Colorado, Wyoming and Utah respectively.
• I will visit radio stations and try to look like I can play so much as the tambourine (I will tease my hair to help disguise my lack of musicality).
• I will have whiskey drinks and fish tacos.
• I will have coffee and a camera on the state line.
• I will have Jaimeson. For the first time in 5 weeks and 2 days...if you're counting.
  

I will be on tour in the mountains this time next week. And I may not go to bed at all. Better get my goodnights in now...it's time for adventuring again.