Fat Burner Tuesday. Ouch.

I love and hate the Tuesday.  I love it because it’s not Monday, but I hate it just a little because of two reasons. One, because there’s really no good TV on, and two, because it’s the day that I go to Crystal’s Fat Burner class at the gym.  I read somewhere that you should always be a little bit scared of your next workout, and well, that’s how I feel about Tuesday’s workout.

I was already extremely tired from the incomplete sleep I had, because of Art.  He loves to jump on me in the middle of the night purring for affection while he lays on my chest and snuggles under my chin.  I sometimes toss and he moves, but for the most part I let him take over the night. I can’t help it. He’s just too damn cute.  Last night was no different than any other night and I allowed him to snuggle, lick my chin and purr until he was ready for his own sleepy time. Unfortunately that’s intermittent and I am woken up by him every few hours.

Regardless of how tired I was, I went to Crystal’s class.  About 10 minutes in, I was regretting it a bit. Oh hell, who am I kidding. I was regretting it a lot.  Crystal’s workouts are insane. In 10 minutes we had only completed the warm-up and I was ready to pack it in. Sweat dripping like I had just taken a shower, I stuck with it, powering through. Her words of encouragement and yelling “don’t quit” helped too.

I finished the rest of the work day after the workout from hell, with a little bit of energy and focus (believe it or not) and was definitely looking forward to home time.  “What’s for dinner?” B asked me when he called.  “I haven’t the slightest”, I said. “We’ll figure it out when we get home”.  See, we’ve been on this huge ‘use anything we can in the fridge/pantry’ mode since buying the house and although we are already very creative with our meals, we have been trying to buy groceries just once a week and use what we have around to create our dinners/lunches.  We’ve been really successful and so although I didn’t feel like cooking anything tonight, I knew we’d come up with something good.

Alas, I shredded some leftover jerk chicken from the cottage weekend, and B started working on his creation (it was his night to cook).  Shrimp, jerk chicken, spinach, olives, whole canned tomatoes, onions, garlic, chili peppers, thyme, pepper and parsley all made it to the pan.  Rotini was boiling on the stove.  It’s not an incredibly-crazy-inventive-Oh-my!-what-did-you-just-do dinner, but it worked for tonight.  It was also nice to use up a bunch of little things from the fridge and have a somewhat organized dinner.  A little glass of white wine on the side, and I’m a happy girl.

Mish-Mash

Ahh the finished product. It was spicy, saucy and the rotini was cooked perfectly. I loved the shrimp and the spinach. This was a hugely successful Mish Mash 🙂

Mish Mash

Meatless Monday!

It was Monday. It’s dark, gray and cold out.

Days like this I enjoy being able to work from home. Working from home gives me the entire day to decide what to make for dinner. I love that because I can really take the time to put together something fun and delicious.  I don’t feel like making a big production out of tonight’s dinner, I just want something comforting.

Recently I spent the day volunteering at the Guelph Organic Conference and while on a short break between workshops, I had the opportunity to grab a bite to eat.  While I was rushing through the crowd I spotted someone eating something that looked like a stew.. the expression on their face as they took their first bite was what caught my eye. You know when you take a bite of something really delectable  really savory… and you close your eyes and let that first bite melt in your mouth? Well that’s what happened to this person. I could tell.

I zoned in and politely asked (mid-bite of course) what they were eating and where they got it from. I was pointed down the hall to the mushroom booth. Off I flew! I saw the sign… ‘Wild mushrooms and polenta, $5″.  Done.

I couldn’t wait until I got back to the workshop to try a bite, it was half gone by the time I got there. It was every bit as amazing as I thought it was going to be. I too, had that look on my face. Eyes closed, I savored the creamy polenta and meaty mushrooms in my mouth.

When I arrived back at my workshop room, the guest speaker was there. I greeted him and asked if there was anything I could help with (hoping he would say no, because I didn’t want to abandon my delicious dish).  He smiled at me and said, oh, you made it down to my booth. HA, yes I had. He was the mushroom farmer from which this delicacy came.  His wife was happily serving it up.  I was lucky enough to be able to work all the workshops I wanted to see that day, and am I ever happy I came across that booth.

This dinner is a spin on what I had that afternoon.  I am craving the creamy polenta, the meaty mushrooms and I feel like throwing in a green of some sort. Spinach I think!

I searched online for something that would hit the spot. Found it. With the twist I wanted; a poached egg.  Brilliant.  My photo doesn’t look as good as the originator, but I attempted to show you how it turned out.

This recipe changed my life. I need to share it with you and share the love.  HUGE credit goes to thespinningplate. Thank you!

Can't describe how yummy this was!

Can’t describe how yummy this was!