I cannot rave loud enough about the flavor in the Light-as-a-Feather Zucchini Casserole I made last night! It was marvelous. If there was one thing I might have changed was its consistency. It was a bit like eating mashed potatoes. Next time, instead of grating the zucchini, I think I’ll try large-dicing it in hopes of adding a bit more texture. The Panko crust was crunchy and delicious, I just wanted more to ‘chew’ with my teeth.
By the way, nutritionally for my diabetic friends, the food exchange for the dish included 1 vegetable, 1 lean meat and 1 carb choice. For Weight Watchers it is only 2 plus points! At only 90 calories, it was delish and very satisfying!
Homemade pizza tonight! The dough is in the midst of a 30 minute rise, (the initial fermentation process as noted by the Culinary Institute of America). Since I’ve made it before, I still need to come up with something I’ve never fixed before in order to meet my goal of preparing something new every day.
Honestly, I don’t know how long I can endure all this experimentation, but I’ve only begun, so no whining. Yet.
I think I’m going to add a wedge salad to the Pizza Entrée using iceberg lettuce and Classic French Dressing. I’ve never made this particular salad dressing before, although years ago, my mother did. I remember that it was delicious and did not remotely resemble the bottled stuff.
I’ve got to get back to a pillow project I began a month ago. I’m trying to brighten the couch in the living room. It is old and pretty darned shabby, but it’s so far down the “Need to Replace List”, that I’m going to have to be creative with it for at least a couple more years.
My body is starting to bounce back from all the new drugs I’m taking. I recently had a stent put in a coronary artery. Fixing that put pep back in my step; but the real challenge for me is an irregular heartbeat that requires a lot of heavy stuff. I’ve got more chemicals inside me than Monsanto! It takes a while for the body to adjust. From time to time, I have what’s called micro infarcts that are like a mini stroke. All this drug therapy is supposed to eliminate them, and I’m all for it! Meanwhile,there’s nothing like laying in a hospital bed starring at the ceiling to inspire one to experience as much life as they’re lucky enough to have!; thus the inception of so many new goals.
Channeling Aunt Bea, her pearl for today is “The purpose of life is to be happy; so whistle or sing, and if you can’t do that, hum. But for goodness sake girls, get out there and create something!