Monday, April 26, 2010
Mmmmm....veggies!
I thought I'd share the awesome dinner that I had tonight. Picture 1 is baked sweet potatoes. I LOVE fries and this is a really nutritious way to trick myself. I cut them (leaving the skins on) brush them with some olive oil and toss them in the toaster oven. That's the same with the beets that are still in there baking. They needed some extra time. The 2nd picture is a stir fry of kale (oh, how I love kale!), orange peppers, and mushrooms. Again, in a little bit of olive oil. The kale is boiled slightly first to soften. The "sprinkles" is actually shelled hemp seed. It doesn't really have any flavor and has tons of omegas and lots of protein.
Later tonight I am trying goat yogurt for the first time. I've always been curious about it and it was on sale (usually pretty expensive). I love goat cheese, so we'll see!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Bad Sarah. Actually, this is an old vault in a building that used to be a bank. It's now a coffee house. So much fun to sit in the vaults!
Ah, Sunday morning. A cup of tea, a book, and sunshine atop my roof.
Project that I did tonight. Super easy. Not perfect, but perfectly cute. There are 3 little boys I know that will be turing 1 this year... =)
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
and then there was Afgan food....
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Crisis of the Week
Well, it turns out that there can be worse things than the crisis from last week. Sigh. That's all I can say at the moment, way too emotionally drained.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
in the middle of a crisis
Today was one of the hardest days that I have faced at my job. Not due to being no-showed for appts. or difficult parents. Not even horrible weather or traffic or the mountain of paper work. Today it was emotional. It was hard. It was infuriating. It was sad.
Homelessness was not something that I had a personal connection to for most of my life. Most people don't. It is easy to assume that people that end up homeless must bring it on themselves. They must be drug addicts or people that are irresponsible. It's sure what the media might lead us to believe.
When I first thought of homelessness I thought of adults. However, with my first visit as a therapist to a shelter last summer I got a different glimpse. Children. There were so many children. Babies and toddlers just starting life. All of the belongings that a family has in garbage bags piled up in a hallway. So many people counting on a system that is broken at best. I recently read that it was estimated that Americans gave around $580 million to the relief fund after the Haiti earthquake. That country is so needy and I applaud the generosity. However, it is hard to see these families in our own country and how they are living. There are millions of homeless children in the U.S.
To walk into a small room and have to step over bags of belongings that cover the floor make it real. For someone to pull out of a garbage bag the one family photo that they own to show you. To hear their stories and respect their struggle. To try to offer them at the least an ear to listen and maybe a little bit of hope.
Homelessness was not something that I had a personal connection to for most of my life. Most people don't. It is easy to assume that people that end up homeless must bring it on themselves. They must be drug addicts or people that are irresponsible. It's sure what the media might lead us to believe.
When I first thought of homelessness I thought of adults. However, with my first visit as a therapist to a shelter last summer I got a different glimpse. Children. There were so many children. Babies and toddlers just starting life. All of the belongings that a family has in garbage bags piled up in a hallway. So many people counting on a system that is broken at best. I recently read that it was estimated that Americans gave around $580 million to the relief fund after the Haiti earthquake. That country is so needy and I applaud the generosity. However, it is hard to see these families in our own country and how they are living. There are millions of homeless children in the U.S.
To walk into a small room and have to step over bags of belongings that cover the floor make it real. For someone to pull out of a garbage bag the one family photo that they own to show you. To hear their stories and respect their struggle. To try to offer them at the least an ear to listen and maybe a little bit of hope.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
tofu night
It may not be perfected, but my tofu is pretty spectacular. The key is that you have to toss it in a bowl or zip loc bag with corn starch and then put it in the skillet. That forms the "crust" that it has when ordered in a restaurant. Super yummy. This batch also has kale (something I'm newly addicted to thanks to my wife) and mushrooms. Oh how good it is in the belly! I can't wait for farmers' market season. I try to buy local when possible and it's so much easier in the summer. Many New England farms are organic or are but just can't afford the government label of organic. I try to eat organic as much as possible. Also, the utensils in the picture are sustanable bamboo. I am slowly starting to rid my kitchen of plastic and go to bamboo utensils for cooking. =)
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