Laugh more. Stress less. Write more, and flow. Crank down the criticism. Make time for games. And hair cuts (today's felt good). Let go of worry. Maintain a sense of humor. Just keep rowing.
Remember the wonderful things I've learned through yoga: to be still in the moment, to pay attention, to breathe.
Kindle flames of friendship, and let the warmth suffuse my life.
Enjoy the process of moving through life, changing from one day to the next, making connections, making statements, creating worlds of thought. Look people in the eye, find the light in everyone.
Cherish my children every day. How quickly they grow and move on!
Remember who I am.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
White Chicken Chili
I had friends coming over for a meal, and wanted to make Giada De Laurentis' recipe for white chicken chili. The recipe calls for ground chicken and of course when I was looking for ground chicken, I couldn't find it anywhere. But hey, no problem -- I had, hiding in my pantry, the meat grinding attachment for my Kitchen Aid mixer. Time to put that piece of kitchenware to use! I bought a combination of boneless chicken breasts & thighs.
It was easy to put the attachment onto the mixer, and soon I was grinding with ease! I called Dominic over to check it out, knowing how he loves cooking and all things mechanical. He started helping to push the meat through the chute.
"This is pretty cool!" he said.
"Yes," I replied. "I haven't done this in a long time. Not since I was a kid."
"Why did you do this when you were a kid?" he asked.
"I used to make chopped liver with my mom," I said. We used to grind up the cooked liver and onions and some other stuff. But I don't do that anymore."
"Why not?" he asked.
"I don't eat liver anymore," I answered.
He looked at me, and asked, "Because you stopped being a cannibal?"
Then I explained that it was cow liver, not human liver, that we used to cook, and somehow he thought that was even more disgusting.
It was easy to put the attachment onto the mixer, and soon I was grinding with ease! I called Dominic over to check it out, knowing how he loves cooking and all things mechanical. He started helping to push the meat through the chute.
"This is pretty cool!" he said.
"Yes," I replied. "I haven't done this in a long time. Not since I was a kid."
"Why did you do this when you were a kid?" he asked.
"I used to make chopped liver with my mom," I said. We used to grind up the cooked liver and onions and some other stuff. But I don't do that anymore."
"Why not?" he asked.
"I don't eat liver anymore," I answered.
He looked at me, and asked, "Because you stopped being a cannibal?"
Then I explained that it was cow liver, not human liver, that we used to cook, and somehow he thought that was even more disgusting.
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