Foodie Friday #4: Meatballs!

Today's Recipe is another family favorite. Last night, I made Meatball hoggies! This one was amazingly delicious, but not so healthy. . .

You'll need:

2 pounds of ground meat. (If I was making this just for me, I would have used ground turkey meat, but since someone I know doesn't believe in ground anything by beef. . .)

1-2 tablespoons of Worcestershire Sauce

 1 tablespoon of garlic salt

1 tablespoon onion powder

1 tablespoon parsley flakes

2 cups Mozzarella cheese

3 cups pasta sauce (I used Prego)

Mix the seasonings into the ground beef.

Heat a skillet with a couple table spoons of oil in the pan. Brown your meatballs on all sides before sticking them into the oven for 45-50 minutes.

After the meatballs have browned, put them in a oven safe glass dish to finish off in the oven. I put them in at 350* for about 45 minutes. Then I brought them out of the oven and sprinkled the Mozzarella cheese on top and put them back in the oven until the cheese was nice and melted.

 Remove the dish from the oven and enjoy on your favorite buns. I used hotdog buns that I bought from Publix's bakery. YUM!!

Now, I know this isn't a very healthy dish, but there are ways to make it better. Using a leaner meat-- like ground turkey or ground chicken will cut down on some of the fat in the meatballs. Also using a heart healthy pasta sauce will help cut down on some hidden sodium as well. Not eating bread on your hoggies will cut out some sugar producing carbs.

Eating these hoggies without the bread will end up being about 6 WW points. Not to bad for 3 decent size meatballs.

Enjoy!

Foodie Friday #3: Chili

Welcome to Foodie Friday. Each Friday I'm going to do my best to bring you fun, healthy meals for you to try. Sometimes they may be meals I've created or more than likely they will be meals I've found through Cookbooks or on Pinterest. (I am ADDICTED to Pinterest, anyone else?)

The reason I decided to add this feature is simple. I love food. It's sickening how much I've allowed food to rule my life so far and I want to be able to still enjoy food, but find much healthier alternatives from what I've been eating. Some of the recipes I feature, I may not have tried yet, but they look and/or sound AMAZING and I want to share a great find. Others I will have tried and I'll tell you how well they worked for me and if I will make them again.

You may be wondering why I would put recipes I might not like or haven't tried yet up here, I want you to make your own decisions. Just because I might not care for it doesn't mean you won't LOVE it. So, I'm going to post it if I think it might look cool. I'll make sure I tell you at the beginning of the post if I liked it or not. Also if possible, I will try to calculate WW points for my fellow point watchers.

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Today's recipe is a family favorite-- Chili.

Now I know everyone has a chili recipe that they love. This happens to be ours. If I was making it for just me, I would use Ground Turkey or Chicken instead of the ground beef for a slightly healthier option.

1 1/2 lbs of ground beef (the kind we use is 90/10-- so there is very little fat)

32 oz of tomato juice

2 cans of Chili beans (I usually drain one can and use the juice of the other)

1 medium to large onion

1 packet of McCormic Chili seasoning

some salt 

some pepper

Brown the ground beef in the pot you are going make you chili in.

Add half of the Chili seasoning as you brown the beef.

Add the beans and onion let it cook a little bit and then add the tomato juice.

Salt and pepper to your taste.

Allow the chili to come to a boil then lower the temperature to low for 4-6 hours.

This chili is one of my absolute favorite things from my childhood.

 Now according to my WW recipe builder this chili is about 3 points a serving (about 1 cup)  since the whole pot will serve at least 12 people. (Reminder: this is not a recipe created by Weight Watchers. I just used the tools that I have paid for to get the approximate point value.)

Foodie Friday #2: Fried Rice and Egg Rolls

One thing I absolutely love is cooking. I love being able to spend some time in my kitchen (even though it is SUPER tiny) and create dishes for my family to enjoy. My dad seems to really enjoy my fried rice lately. I knew he liked the egg rolls, but he actually asked for the fried rice twice in one week. To me, that screams WINNER!!!

This is a super easy dinner to make and really yummy.
What you will need is:

For the Egg Rolls:

• 3/4 to 1 pound ground beef
• 1 bag Broccoli Slaw (12 oz)
• Egg Roll Wrappers  (I prefer Nasoya)
• salt and pepper to taste

For the Fried Rice:

• 1 cup uncooked rice (I used white, but brown would work also)
• 2 cups liquid-- sometimes I will use chicken broth, other time water
• 1 chicken breast-- diced
• 2 eggs + a dash of milk
• soy sauce
• Sweet and Sour Sauce (I bought mine at Aldi)
• pepper to taste

The first thing  I do is start cooking the rice since it will take the most time.

Then I  cook the broccoli slaw. I wilt it down a little bit not to much because I want it to have a bit of a bite before I put the egg rolls in the deep fryer. (These can be baked, but  I LOVE crispy egg rolls.) Once the broccoli slaw is finished,  I scoop it into a bowl to wait for whatever protein I chose to use to cook. Most of the time I do chicken egg rolls, but the last time was ground beef-- My family LOVED them.

Next step was cooking the ground beef through. I wasn't too concerned if some of the meat wasn't completely cooked because I knew they would cook some more in the deep fryer. When the beef was ready I added it to the broccoli slaw and combined it. 

Fry the egg rolls in batches of three for about 5 minutes or until golden brown. Drain on a paper towel and sprinkle with a little salt. This recipe will make 9 nice sized egg rolls and you'll have some leftover mix for another meal.

 (Sadly, I forgot to take a photo of the egg rolls after I fried them.)

While waiting for the rice to finish cooking, go ahead and brown the diced chicken breast adding a little bit of sweet and sour sauce and a tiny pinch of salt and pepper. (Don't use too much salt because the soy sauce in the rice is salty.) When the chicken is thoroughly cooked, set it aside to add to the fried rice a little later.

Once the rice is ready, I can go ahead and start  scrambling my egg in the frying pan.(I use the same pan that I used for the meat and slaw to save on clean up and add a little extra flavor to the rice.) I start my scrambled egg in a bowl mixed with a little bit of milk. I stir it with a fork to make sure the yolk is completely broken and incorporated with the white so the egg looks like a creamy yellow mix. I put the frying pan on medium high heat and continually stir it with a wooden spoon to get the eggs nice and fluffy. When the egg is fluffy, add the rice and soy sauce and mix everything together. Shortly before plating everything, add the chicken to the rice and combine.

This dish is super easy and really delicious. From start to finish it probably takes about 45 minutes to cook, and that may be an over estimation. The longest cooking item is the rice, but if you use rice from a previous meal that will cut your cooking time down even more. Enjoy!

Saying Goodbye to a Dear Friend.

There is some news that when you hear it, it hits you like a ton of bricks, a piano  and a wrecking ball all rolled into one huge terrible thing, and you don't want to believe it. You don't want to know that what you've heard is actually the truth. There is news so terrible that when you hear it, all you want to do is curl up into a ball and ignore that anything like that could have possible happened.  On 8 September 2014, just 12 days ago really, I received news I never expected. A very dear friend of mine, a girl I met my senior year of university, expectantly passed away. Erica was gone.

I met Erica the first week of her freshman year at Freed-Hardeman University, my senior year. She lived catty corner from me in Bradfield Hall. My roommate Amber and I were in room 105, Erica in 104. Erica and I bonded fairly quickly when we learned just how much the other loved musical theater. Erica already knew she wanted to major in Music and I was stubbornly sticking to History. Erica told me all about Lycans and showed me the board she used to post on about Lycans and Vampires way before they became "cool" again. She became so much more than just a friend, she became a little sister. It seemed completely natural for us to find a duet to sing for my final recital at FHU. We chose to sing For Good from the new musical Wicked. (At the time we choose to sing it, Wicked had only been out for a little less than 2 years.) Erica would sing Glinda's part and I was singing Elphaba's. We had found out early in the year how well our voices would blend with a silly song from Disney's Out of the Box called Until We Meet Again,  and knew we could sing For Good together.

On the day of our recital, Erica and I were the last ones to perform, which can be extremely nerve wracking, but we were excited. After I sang my solo, which I can't remember what it was at this time, Erica joined me and we sang. We sang like we were really Glinda and Elphaba, pink bubble and green skin. We sang that song like Witches who would always cherish the memories created with one another. We sang that song like sisters who knew we wouldn't see each other again. After we finished singing and our voice teacher dismissed everyone, we immediately turned around and started crying. All of the emotions we were desperately trying to hold in while we were singing, unleashed and all we could do was cry.

When I heard that Erica was gone, that Erica had died, all I could do was cry. I was sitting at my computer at work on a break, checking my Facebook news feed, and I saw the message from Erica's mom. My heart stopped for a moment. My breath caught in my lungs and I couldn't breathe. The only thought going through my head was "No! No! No!" I didn't want to believe it, but I knew it was true.

My heart is heavy and some days are even harder than others, but Erica wouldn't want me to be sad. She is in Heaven singing praises to our Father with the angels. I know that one day I will see Erica again and our voices will blend as we sing praises to the King.

"It well may be, that we will never meet again, in this lifetime. 

So let me say before we part

So much of me is made of what I learned from you.

You'll be with me, like a handprint on my heart.

And now whatever way our stories end,

I know you have rewritten mine,

by being my friend. . ."

--from Wicked the Musical

"Should You Exist?"

*originally posted 11/12/2012 on a blog I have since merged into this one.*

I recently had someone ask me, "Do you think your parents shouldn't have married and had you?" I looked at this person and quickly exclaimed, "You can't ask me that! That's like asking me if I think I should be allowed to exist!!" See, this friend only saw the romantic ideas about interracial dating and relationships. She was looking at how cool it is to date outside your race and how it would be different from what her family expected. She was not looking at it from the perspective of a potential child in that situation. She wasn't looking at it from MY eyes.

After a few moments of a stony silence, I started talking again. I was brutally honest. I sat there and I flat out told her the good, the bad and the VERY VERY ugly moments that can happen in a multiracial family.

So I told her that sometimes I did wish my parents were the same race. She looked at me like I had grown a second head. I told her how I was 8 before I heard or met someone else who had a white mom and a black dad. I told her of the loneliness I had because I didn't know anyone like me. I told her how it felt to go to the park and have kids call me "Zebra" and "Oreo" when they saw my family together. I told her about children being taught to hate at young ages who would call me a "white n*****". I told her about friends who were allowed to play with me one day and not the other. I laid it all out there for her to see.

I also told her about the time I was walking home from a friends house when I was probably 10 or 11 years old. Our street had been under construction (I think they were getting ready to pave it) and I saw a "MISSING CHILD" sign on the barricade to my street. My parents had always taught me to look at the missing children posters and see if it's a kid I knew, so I walked up to the sign to read it. The words on that sign have haunted me ever since. I can't look at those posters the same anymore because in the back of my mind, I'm terrified it will be the same racist message I found as a child. On the poster was a little blond headed, blue eyed boy and the caption said, "MISSING: THIS CHILD'S HOPE FOR A FUTURE. BECAUSE OUR WHITE WOMEN KEEP MARRYING BLACK MEN." I remember crying as I tore that poster off the barricade and going home to talk with my mom. That moment has always lingered in my memory.

 Looking back at it now that I'm an adult, I have come to realize that whoever placed that sign on the barricade to my street had to have known my family lived there. It would be way too much of a coincidence that the only sign I saw with that message was on the barricade to my street when there were multiple barricades in the neighborhood. 

I told her of random people looking at me and flat out asking me, "WHAT ARE YOU?!" and knowing "human female" was not the answer they wanted. Of people who ask me to check for bumps on the base of my skull and people trying to figure me out. Teachers who flat out called me a "mulatto" to my face. I have had to deal with people thinking they could say all they want to me because I didn't fit what they wanted me to be.

All my life I have been forced to defend my right to be on this planet. I have been forced to accept how people want to identify me. I have been pigeon-held into forms that tell me that I have to only "pick one" race when there are multiple races inside me. By filling out forms they want me to, I have been forced to try to smother half of me-- to pretend that part of me doesn't exist. To hide who I am, to hide my family from the world. 

I was ecstatic when in 2000 the census forms allowed me to mark more than one option to finally be allowed to define myself as I am an not try to fit someone else's mold. I could finally define myself. Then I learned that how I fill out a form is still subject to how someone else decides to interpret the form. Just because I make both Caucasian and African American, it doesn't mean the form will be read that way. Whoever enters the data has the final say.

I'm still fighting this battle. Now it's with the Human Resources. In a county where multiracial people are EVERYWHERE, I still can't get HR to add a category for us. When I looked at my Human Resources profile, I was disappointed to see that they marked "WHITE" for my race. I am not just a White woman. I am also a BLACK woman. I am a beautiful combination of two races and when I tried to get them to change what they had on my file, my options were: 1-have them mark me down as being BLACK only, 2-- leave it as WHITE or 3-- have HR change my ethnicity to OTHER.

I AM NOT AN OTHER!!!!!  I am a human being. I'm not some ET looking, Star Trek turtle shell wearing humanoid from the Klingon Empire. I am a BIRACIAL woman who should be able to identify myself they way I choose. 

When I asked HR why they were unable to identify me the way I identify myself, they told me that they couldn't make a new category in the system. A new category? Interracial marriage has been legal in all 50 states since 1967 when the Supreme Court brought down the decision in Loving v. Virgina (388 U.S. 1) reversing years of laws against multiracial marriages. So, if interracial marriages have been completely LEGAL since 1967,then why in 2010 was I told that the system couldn't create a new category for those of us who identify as multiple races?! Oddly enough, marriages often produce children. It's not like I'm the first multiracial person to walk the planet. I can't be the only one to question this policy.

I know it looks like I'm angry and hate being multiracial, but I don't. I love being unique and I love both of my families very much. I wouldn't change being multiracial for anything in the world. I can't imagine just having one race in my family, one kind of blood in my veins. I couldn't chose a better family to be a part of and I know that if both my parents were the same race, I wouldn't be me. I wouldn't exist. Sure my parents may have had children with different spouses, but none of those children would have been me. So, would I change anything. NO. Not for all the money, prestige and material possessions in this world. I love who I am. The things I dealt with growing up made me the woman I am today. I wouldn't change them at all. 

Also, I acknowledge that multiracial children growing up today won't face the same things multiracial children did in the 1980's and 1990's. Multiracial children are much more abundant now. I see so many kids on a daily basis who are multiracial it fills my heart. Those kids will grow up with each other and know that they are not alone in the world. They will have amazing support systems and other people they can relate to. They are growing up in a changed world. They will have other issues to deal with that I didn't deal with as a kid, but this one-- being multiracial in a mono-racial world is not something they will suffer through. 

So if you ask me if I would recommend an interracial relationship, I'll be the first one to say YES! Maybe it's selfish. I mean if I said no, I would be telling the world that I shouldn't exist. Dating or marrying someone of a different race than yourself is not something to take lightly. Both partners need to sit down and figure out if it's something they can handle. It won't be all sunshine and roses. Being in an interracial family is hard work. You'll have people who hate you just because your family isn't mono-racial. You can and probably will hear harsh words and see things that you wouldn't want to see. The children may have a rough road ahead, but your family will be stronger. 

I DESERVE TO BE ABLE TO EXIST!

Always #LikeAGirl

There are times in our lives when we have trouble remembering just how amazing we are. When we allow the hatred and disrespect people have seep into our very beings and often, we don't even realize it has happened. We allow people to treat our genders like an insult and don't even realize we've allowed them to do so. Sometimes, we've heard it so much in our lives that we allow that nonsense to come out of our own mouths. 

I know for the past few weeks I have been struggling with self-esteem issues. I have looked at women whom I have believed to be so much prettier than I am. Women who are so thin and fit that our society would call them "perfect." I have been so down in the dumps about myself-- from the freckles on my face to the weird bruise I have on my foot. I have looked in the mirror and wanted to break it because I don't like what I see. I have listened to the voices from so many time in the past--voices that whisper "You run like a girl, you throw like a girl, who drive like a girl" . . . and so many other negative voices. Then,  I saw this commercial. Take a moment and watch it if you haven't seen it already and ignore that the commercial is for a tampon company. The message of this commercial is something I think girls struggle with everyday. 

Why in the world am I allowing people to use my gender as an insult? Why in the world am I allowing the opinion of others dictate how I feel about myself? Why am I letting other people put a value on my self-worth, my dignity and my respect for myself? 

Think about it. Why do we allow others to do this to us? It's time we stop listening to the voices whispering or even yelling horrible things and start listening to the voice each of us was born with-- the voice that loves us as we are.

Finding Quiet Time with GOD

Our lives are so full of distractions. From the moment we get up until the moment we fall asleep there are so many distractions. For me, from the moment my alarm goes off I am distracted by my phone,the news, kids at work so many things grab my attention that I forget my one on one time with God.

One of my absolutely favorite devotional songs is called The Greatest Friend. I have no idea who the author is but the lyrics are incredibly powerful.

Oh Lord I thought the day would never come

when I could lay my burdens down and walk with You

But each morning as  I greet the rising sun

the fondest of my dreams has all come true.

Chorus:

And the Greatest Friend you'll ever find is on a lonely mountain

The highest high you'll ever reach is when you kneel to pray.

The Brightest Light you'll ever see is when you close your eyes.

Oh Lord, You are my First Love

at  last I realize.

Oh Lord I need a mountain to climb on

Just a quiet place to go and know You're there

Oh Lord I need to spend some time with You

Jesus spent the night with You in prayer.

Wow. This song pops into my mind often. especially when it's been a while for me to have my quiet time. I know that I have to make a conscience decision to make quiet time with God a priority. 

Seasoned with Salt

I've been attending a Bible Study for the past several weeks and last night, things kind of exploded. Satan was working extremely hard on those of us in that room-- what a way to know you are doing something right. With things getting a little heated, tempers showed up for the first time. Maybe it's because we've gotten to know each other and we are getting comfortable, but a big part of it is Satan working incredibly hard to sow seeds of doubt and discord among those of us in the study.

When things got a little dicey, I opened my Bible to the book of Colossians and came across chapter 4:5-6.
It reads "Walk in wisdom toward outsiders, making the best use of the time. Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer each person." I think we as humans have trouble remembering to season our words with salt.

Think about salt for a minute. Salt has many, many uses. We use salt in cooking-- both in creating dishes and by adding it after the dish is prepared. Salt can also be used to help keep us safe. When it snows (not that it does here in South Florida) people go out and salt the sidewalks and the roads. You could use rock salt to make homemade ice cream and a pinch of salt in cookie dough can make the batter a little sweeter. Salt is an important seasoning.

Look at some other uses of salt in the Bible.

Matthew 5:13 "You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people's feet."

Mark 9:50 "Salt is good, but if the salt has lost its saltiness, how will you make it salty again? Have salt in yourselves, and be at peace with one another."

Luke 14:34-35 " Salt is good, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is of no use either for the soil or for the manure pile. It is thrown away. He who has ears to hear, let him hear."

Wow. Luke 14:34-35 "It is of no use either for the soil or for the manure pile." Think about that for a second. Salt that has lost its flavor is not suitable for the manure pile.

Now let's apply that to our speech. Colossians 4:5-6 tells us to be careful when speaking with unbelievers (the outsiders). We are to walk with wisdom and speak graciously, seasoning our words with salt. We need to be careful with what we say and especially how we say it. So many times a message is lost because the tone of voice or the body language we use can be considered "hostile." We need to be careful. Words that are not seasoned properly can be the catalyst of someone never coming to the Lord. That is a frightening thought. The words we say, the way we say them can cost a person their soul. So please, please be careful with your words. Remember to keep them Seasoned with Salt.

Learning to be the Woman God Wants to Me to be: a Study in Definitions

It is absolutely amazing how what we believe a word means can be exactly incorrect when you look it up in a dictionary. Sometimes, it even depends on which dictionary you are using to look up words—there are slight differences depending on who published the dictionary. Then when you add in Bible study tools, definitions may change a tad as well.

Take the word “quiet” for example. To most people quiet means to not talk, to be silent. To the dictionary app on my iPhone, quiet means “with little or no activity or no agitation; of the sun characterized by a low level of surface phenomena like sunspots.

To the New Oxford American Dictionary: “(of a person) tranquil and reserved by nature; not brash or forceful;”

The definition one of the Bible apps on my phone gave the word quiet was a little different and so much more powerful. "Restrained in speech, manner, etc; Peaceful, peaceable; not showy or obtrusive; tranquil."

What I want to do with this study is go through some of the qualities that a woman of God should possess and define them. I know what I think the word means, but I'm going to look them up in dictionaries study them against a concordance and see the meanings behind them. I'm excited for this study.

Here is a list of words I'm planning to work with. (More may be added later)

Meek

Modest

Self-Control

Godliness

Dignity

Sober-minded

Faithful(ly)

Purity

Hospitable/Hospitality

Respect(ful)

Chaste Conversation

Gentle and Quiet Spirit

Obedient

Strength

Kind(ness)

Pray(erful)

Friend(ly)

Love

Sincerity

Forgiving

Honorable Conduct

Humble/Humilty

Virtuous

Shamefacedness

Reverent

Integrity

Trustworthy

Willing to work

Provides for the house

Enterprising

Prepared


Worthy of being praised

Fears the Lord

Wise

Words seasoned with Salt

Women in Genesis 1 and 2

The Creation of the world and all it contains is something we all are familiar with. We know that it took 6 days for our Creator to make this amazing planet and everything it contains.  

We read through the chapter and finally on verse 27 there is a brief mention of a woman(ish)

Genesis  1:27 

"So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him;
    male and female He created them."

At this point we just know God created a male and a female. We have to wait until Genesis 2:18 to find out more. .. we find out the we as women are created to be a helpmate for our husbands. (Yes, I realize that as an unmarried woman I don't quite understand all this entails, but this does lay the foundation for my existence). 

If we keep reading in Genesis 2, one of my favorite verses in the Bible comes into play. I recently had an epiphany of sorts when reading Genesis 2:22,

          "And the rib that the Lord God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man." 

When I read this verse for the umpteenth time, I finally saw a parallel to wedding today. In my mind I saw God walking Eve down an aisle to her future husband. I saw Eve in the daughter role and God not just as her Heavenly Father, but as her Daddy walking his precious daughter to the man who would end up taking care of her for the rest of her life. And what a POWERFUL image to be in my head. Basically Genesis 2:22 is the first wedding in the world. The following verses (Genesis 2:23-24) are about the relationship Adam and his wife (still unnamed in the text) are to have. Once we marry, we Leave our parents and CLEAVE to our husbands. (Cleave meaning to Cling to and to hold fast). 

Looking at Genesis 2 this time I have a better appreciation for the relationship God established between a husband and a wife. As a kid reading the beginnings of Genesis, I was always more interested in the animals and the stars. The creation of the marriage relationship was not important. Now that I'm getting older and thinking more and more about marriage and a family, this chapter has become significantly more important. In my opinion, the creation of marriage is one of His most important creations. As many people have told me in my life "marriage is finding the person who helps you get to heaven and will meet you there." And with the foundation of the world, God set up the perfect relationship-- a husband and a wife.

Foodie Friday! Mini Stuffed Peppers

My friend Elisabeth at Life, Love and the Pursuit of . . . made a version of stuffed peppers that made me want to make some of my own. You can find Elisabeth's version with cream cheese, shrimp and bacon here. Now since I'm allergic to shrimp and didn't want to use cream cheese I made my own version. My version of Mini Stuffed Peppers were AMAZING!

To make my version of Mini Stuffed Peppers you will need:

• Mini Sweet Peppers
• Bacon (optional, I made some with and some without the bacon
• White Rice 
• Ground beef
• Smoked paprika
• Salt and Pepper
• Onion

I decided to lightly toast the rice before adding liquid so I put 1 cup rice in a medium size pot and toasted the rice for a couple of minutes. I then added 2 cups water to the rice, turned the heat down and put the lid on the pot to allow the rice to continue cooking.

While the rice was cooking, I went ahead and chopped the onions and prepared the ground beef. I probably used 3/4 of a pound of ground beef to make the peppers. I also cleaned out the peppers. I wasn't sure how I wanted the peppers to look so for some of the peppers, I cut them lengthwise, others I just chopped off the caps. I used a spoon to remove the seeds and ribs of each tiny pepper.

Once the rice was finished, I threw the ground beef and onion into a skillet and seasoned with salt, pepper and Smoked paprika. (Smoked Paprika may very well be my new favorite seasoning I use it with almost EVERY meat.)

After the ground beef was fully cooked, I combined the rice and beef to make the filling for each pepper. I added a liberal amount of filling to each pepper and wrapped a few of them in bacon. I placed the peppers on a baking sheet with a wire rack (so the heat could go all the way around the pepper) and placed them in a 425 degree oven for about 8 minutes. The bacon was cooked and the peppers were soft.

These things came out and were absolutely amazing. I was asked to make more almost immediately. This is definitely a dish I will make again. 

Opening up to hypnosis

   Working where I do has certain benefits including hypnosis.Until this point in my life I've been skeptical of hypnosis. I didn't think it would work. But I'm seeing results in people I work with. This one man, J, went to go see a hypnotist to help with his smoking habit-- after seeing the hypnotist, he quit smoking and hasn't felt the desire to smoke. If it can help someone stop smoking, maybe it can help me with my weight. So I've decided to be open to the idea and make an appointment. I'll let you know what happens. Hopefully the hypnosis will work and I'll finally be on the way to my weight-loss goals.

Talk to you soon!

Amberdenise