#UpbeatAuthors: Healthy Eating

Like everything else, defining “healthy eating” depends on one’s point of view. What my niece with celiac disease considers healthy is totally different from the foods her sister who is allergic to casein (milk protein) knows are safe. Peanut butter was a staple in my house when the Chromos were growing up. It would be deadly in other cupboards

Too often we forget mental health when it comes to eating. There are days when nothing less than Chinese for lunch will do. Or a carton of Ben & Jerry’s. Or a jar of Nutella. On those days, these food are healthy. No apologies. No judging.

And what about comfort food? Homemade macaroni-and-cheese? Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup? Comfort is good for the soul. That’s healthy, too.

Now, I’m not saying we shouldn’t be conscious of what goes into our bodies. Most of the time, I do try to eat foods generally considered healthy: Greek yogurt for breakfast, green salads for lunch, whole grain breads and low-fat cheese on my grilled cheese sandwiches. This past summer I swapped out making pasta salads for making quinoa salads, and it wasn’t a sacrifice.  My standard pot-luck contribution is a fresh berry/fruit salad. Naked. Lots of antioxidants and vitamins. Y-chromo called me the other night to find out how to cook butternut squash. X-Chromo preferred vegetables to any kind of sugar, even as a toddler. I stopped drinking coffee nine or ten years ago because the withdrawal symptoms when I was fasting were brutal. If I was that addicted to something, maybe it’s not good for me.

But don’t ever try to take away my Nutella.

 

What is Love?

People have been chasing love forever. This guy, Ovid, has most of the tricks in his book, which was written 2AD.

Just ask this guy.

Which is all fine and well if seduction and sex is all you’re looking for. But I think our culture too often confuses sex with love.

My faith teaches that “love” is “giving.” In our true relationships, there is mutual giving. Giving allows us to connect, creates, and sustains love. No relationship can endure without giving of ourselves.

Yeah, sex (in a sense) is giving, but love is deeper. More abiding.

 

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Book Reading Bingo: A Novel Adapted into TV or Motion Picture

This category was much harder for me than it should have been.

I’ve already read Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice (as well as the other Jane Austen novels).

When I searched for titles on Goodreads , I was appalled by the list. You see, this reading challenge is about romance novels, and romance novels as defined by Romance Writers of America must have “an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending.”

So how did the following titles make Goodreads’ list of romances adapted to TV or movie?

  • Gone With the Wind (he leaves her)
  • Wuthering Heights (I don’t even know where to begin as to why this isn’t even romantic, much less a romance)
  • The TIme Traveler’s Wife (she dies)
  • Love Story (she dies)

But I’ve read all these titles, so I couldn’t use them even if they were romances. And what’s so romantic about death?

I did ask the project coordinators for clarification on this square and they told me if the main story contained a romance, the book could count.  Other chapter members suggested I try looking at Lifetime or the Hallmark chanel’s line up.

I did manage to find an old Diana Palmer novel that had been turned into a made for TV movie.  The title was in my county library system’s data base, and voila. One more square down.

Simplicity

One of my primary goals in life is to be content. And being content, for me, is not being bogged down by…stuff. Things. Physical belongings. Chores.

But I have a lot of physical belongings. There’s a lot of stuff in this house. A lot of dust, too.

Now that the Chromos are grown and (mostly) gone (although their stuff adds to the disarray), many things have become simpler.  One of the biggest is meal planning.

My children each had their eating foibles. I had to cook nutritious food they would eat, meals that were quick and easy because there was dance, jazz ensemble, religious education, play rehearsal etc. Much of my time was spent planning and executing.

I like to cook, but as I get older I realize I’d rather spend my time on something like writing that will last longer than a great meal. When TV Stevie and I were planning our mutual lives, he told me straight out: “I do not expect dinner on the table every night.” He doesn’t really care about food. Doesn’t like to spend money on “temporary,” which is what he considers food. Dinner on the table every night was something I grew up with. But Mom was a full-time homemaker, so dinner on the table when my dad walked in the door was part of her job description. It was never part of mine.

So now I buy pre-made salads and keep them on hand for quick lunches and/or dinners. On the weekends I’ve gone back to doing what I did when I was single: I’ll make a batch of something, then graze on that throughout the week.  TV Stevie’s work schedule has always been erratic. I no longer wait for him (except on nights when he’s bringing home the pizza) if I need to work at my author life.

It’s simpler this way.

 

Happy Grilled Cheese Sandwich Day

Yes! This really is such a thing. If you follow me on Facebook, you know I am currently addicted to grilled cheese sandwiches.

Trivia aside: when I was a child, we called them toasted cheese sandwiches, and they were usually accompanied by tomato soup, which is now a comfort food icon.

A great grilled cheese sandwich begins with bread. Not the spongy, soul-less, nutrition-free stuff on which we grew up (even if it was baked to music), but grown up bread. Like this:

This bread comes from a regional bakery and is 100% preservative-free. It also makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches.

Right now I’m on a Swiss and Havarti cheeses kick.

Then I use butter. The real stuff. Spread on the bread, not melted in the skillet.

A co-worker suggested mayo instead of butter. Not a good suggestion. I am a card-carrying member of the I Hate Mayonnaise Club.

Add these three ingredients together in a perfectly sized cast iron frying pan, and voila! Bliss on a plate.