Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Faux Fried Rice (with Chicken and Eggs)

I'm trying out this new food-exercise regiment. 
It's most definitely a work in progress... 
But I've been steering away from white carbs and sugar.
In doing this, I'm replacing them with more fruits and veggies and added protein. 

Enter:
Cauliflower "Fried" Rice
 (I know I'm not the first person to make this... I wanted to share my experience and my recipe!)


Ingredients
1 head of cauliflower
1 bunch of broccoli
2 eggs
2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
Splash of soy sauce
Sesame oil
Sesame seeds

Directions
-Grill the chicken breasts with some salt and pepper. Scramble the eggs. 
-Chop the cauliflower into pieces that will fit into your food processor. 
Using the chopping blade fill the canister of the processor and pulse until the cauliflower is the size of rice. Put into a microwavable bowl and zap for 2 minutes.
(This'll give you the rice-y texture)
-Put some sesame oil in a wok and add the cauliflower to "dry fry" it. 
-Add broccoli pieces, chicken (chopped into small bits), and egg.
-Stir fry to your delight.
-If your palette so desires you can add some soy sauce, sesame seeds, and sriracha. 

Enjoy! 

Monday, April 22, 2013

Words & Letters [2]


Dear Glittery Birthday Card on my Beside Table, Though it's been a month since my birthday you still make my mornings so "Happy". Your sparkle-y goodness is simply contagious. 

Dear Bathroom Scale, Unfortunately, I need to get over you. We have too cozy of a relationship and somehow I'm the only one who leaves our moments together sad and disappointed. Time to get over it. 

Dear Mr. Thomas, You've been quite the handyman lately. It's hot. Except I might get you a tool belt and hardhat to make you seem hardcore. Or at least look like one of the Village People... How do you feel about the YMCA? 

Dear Old Navy, I am a Rock Star and your jeans make me feel so. Who would have thought it possible? Not me. But I'm a believer now. 

Dear God, I get good, I get lazy, I get convicted, I get complacent. You remain the same. Thanks. We both know I can use the constant in my life. 

Dear Road Bike (as in bicycle), I feel like I'm getting the hang of things now. And the amazing weather has definitely helped us spend time together. You're pretty fun and a little bit challenging on my quads. 

Dear Kate, Found you on the Huffington Post and I could spend days reading your blog. Thank you for your honesty, for challenging our thoughts (as American men and women), and for daring to be different. It encourages me! 


Thursday, April 18, 2013

Just Another Monkey Evolving Into...

Today my heart is happy and sad. I feel like I've lost a dear friend... I've been reading this fabulous, faith changing novel and I have 22 pages left. That means I'm going to finish it. My dear question provoking friend is going to be put back on the shelf. And my heart breaks a little bit.


I've read books about faith and been inspired by the ideas and experiences of the authors... But Rachel Held Evans created a space within my mind where I could wrestle with many of the "fundamental beliefs" I was taught in Sunday School.

As a child that was raised in the church, I never felt I got the space to ask questions. Faith was only such in the absence of questions. Thus, be a good little church girl and focus on the answers. Unlike Evans, college at a public university produced big L life questions and made me wonder about salvation, not just of my dear friends and family, but of the greater population. 

Evans has pushed me to explore my conservative church upbringing and the relationship it has with my liberal education (a connection that I've never allowed to interplay previously). I've come to realize I need to know what I believe about God, about Jesus, about faith, and about life... Not so I can explain it to someone else, but for peace of heart and mind. 

Give Evolving in Monkey Town a chance friends. I have no doubt you'll be inspired and challenged and undergo your own little process of faith-evolution. 


Monday, April 15, 2013

If this post is logical, then I've accomplished my goal for the day.

I am really bad at calculus. So bad, in fact, that I failed pre-calc once in high school, then again in college. Finally, I decided I wasn't destined to be a math girl. (Plus the TA told me my poor quiz grades left me with no hope of passing so save myself the pain and the F by dropping the class)



In place of calculus, I took logic classes (you didn't know logic was something that could be taught either?). The class where the teacher -a Harrison Ford look-alike who wore socks and sandals simultaneously- was comprised of making sentences and opinions into logic statements to prove... Or disprove. My favorite statements included the if clause. Statements like... "If (condition), then (result)." Or "Even if (condition), (constant)." I loved the class, the clauses, the proofs and ended the quarter with an A (my first one in college at that).

I still love "If.. Then" and "Even if..." statements to this day... So much so, I've started to use them as bargaining tools with God. (Because approaching Him with a bargain is always appropriate) It ends up looking something like this:

God,
If you're going to take my dad from my family,
then you need to put a protective bubble around the rest of us because this loss hurts.
Amen.

God,
If I'm a really good girl and read my bible,
then please keep dad content and us safe at home without him.
Amen.

God, 
If I get better at this prayer things,
then will you please begin answering them in the ways I want
Amen. 

Unfortunately, faith doesn't work in this bargaining way. Nope, as much as I love a good "If... Then" statement, God doesn't make His promises conditionally; nor can my faith operate as such. However, God is an "Even if..." sort of guy.

Amber, 
Even if you spend all of your life trying to fit me into "If... Then" statements,
I will love you all the same. 
Love,
God

Amber, 
Even if you doubt my ways,
they are for your good and my glory.
Love,
God

Amber,
Even if you mess up (which you're going to do),
I am a God of mercy and grace which I long to extend to you.
Love, 
God

Moral of the story: 
Even if I prefer "If... Then" statements, the "Even if" ones are better. 

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Jesus answered, "Even if I testify on my own behalf, my testimony is valid,
 for I know where I came from and where I am going. 
But you have no idea where I come from or where I am going."
John 8:14

"So even if I boast somewhat freely about the authority the Lord 
gave us for building you up rather than tearing you down, 
I will not be ashamed of it." 
2 Corinthians 10:8

"But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering 
on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, 
I am glad and rejoice with all of you." 
Philippians 2:17

"But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. 
Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened." 
1 Peter 3:14

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Words & Letters [1]


Dear Facebook, It's been 5 days. I don't miss you a lick. Except when I needed to set my Bloglovin' account up and they would only link to my Facebook. 

Dear Mr. Thomas, Have I mentioned I love your last name? Oh and your sense of humor. And how we endured 105 degree heat and 25 degree cold in the last month. Cool, huh? 

Dear Spring, You came, you sprouted my garden, then you left with some serious wind and cold. Come back please? My toes and spring dresses miss thee. 

Dear God, I am getting it though words come rough lately. Thank you for lessons, for grace, and for Your son. 

Dear American Eagle, Thanks for 40% off, though I question your sizing and it's variability. 

Dear White Sugar and Carbs, It's been nice, but my metabolism is different now. Hopefully you can find someone else to love... Just like the traditional duster did when Swiffer came along. 

Monday, April 1, 2013

...lately...

24th birthday quickly turned Mammoth snow trip turned back to work April Fool's Day. Holy heavens, life happens fast.

I love the snow. It was my dad's special place in the world... And it's like spending time with him even in his absence. Amazing... So much so I couldn't help posting on Instagram. (Apologies for the repeats dear friends)
(skiing just 100 feet under the cornice gondola made my trip) 


(so shiny bright Jason kept his eyes closed...)

(Better Off Dead... Channeling Jon Cusack circa 1985 - the first crush I can remember having)

(we've got a thing for long-horn skulls... see them on our hats!)

I'm ready to go back. Too bad winter's making a fleeting exit. I guess I'll work on my tan in the meantime.

Easter. Beautiful. And yet more difficult for me this year than ever before. Like I told Jason on our way to the Annual Easter Paddle Ball Tournament... "Today I'm sad and happy. My heart wants to sing for joy, but really deep inside myself, I long to lay in bed and cry." How confused do I sound.... That's how I feel folks. Confused. So much more than can be shared here. But I'm exploring it, and planning on sharing.

Also, you may notice the comments allow for no more anonymity here. If you're big enough to have a hurtful and attacking opinion, you're big enough to leave your name. This is a space to share, to inspire, to laugh, and to cry - not to personally attack me, my life, or any other readers.  Everyone is entitled to an opinion, but no one is entitled to spread hurtful words.

While much of my life is fair game, there are pieces that remain sacred to my marriage, my family, and just plain old me. I appreciate those who truly love this blog, my words, my perspective, and, most of all, me. Those of you who don't, kindly respect the community here by stepping out and being toxic elsewhere.

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