what's for dinner
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saturday, i stumbled on this visual bouquet of blogosphere sweet.
always a sucker for quinoa, a video tutorial was just the inspiration i needed to get my stove out its dusty doldrums.
quinoa {pronounced keen-wah} is known as a 'super food'.
a favorite among vegetarians for its high protein and 8 amino acid content, a favorite among masses for its delicious taste and versatility.
high in fiber, quinoa scores very low on the glycemic index, provides 30% of daily magnesium {good for migraine sufferers and digestive disorders}, supplies 20% of daily folate, 15% iron, 18% copper {good for cell tissue rejuvenation and helps to fight infections}, 28% phosphorous {bone health}, and 60% manganese {free radical fighter}.
quinoa is also gluten and wheat free.
a 'super' food indeed.
happy cooking m'loves.
what's in your wand?
come on. spill it. you know you want to.
tell me how you weave your magic. and don't say you lack the beans to bewitch.
we all have them.
some are just deeply creviced, cardiganed behind a lifestyle of bland tasting humble pie.
show me your stuff.
do you glitter and glue? paint pictures so pretty girls grab their chests?
can you muse each and all into a runway silhouette with your fashion finesse?
do giggles and whoop trail your funny bone every where you trek?
does your sweet sounding soprano have the songbirds weeping with envy, as you lullaby the babes to sleep?
are you a guardian?
do you tend and soothe? balming broken hearts or scabbed knees?
can you wax rhapsodic with the shake of your hips?
do you write the words that make the whole world sing?
or do you writhe your sorcery into soufflés and sticky rice?
can you bring the beauty out of already the most beautiful?
maybe you don't yank rabbits from black top-hats or time travel into centuries passed.
but your powers are marvelous and impacting.
find yours, you have more than two...i know, and celebrate them madly.
the planet is a thirsty, dried out, dying fern waiting to thrive from a sprinkle of your magic.
if only a kind smile.
even if i haven't seen your face {although lucky for me many of you i have} or shared an afternoon of coffee;
you all, in your silent and not so silent ways, add magic to my life.
thank you m'loves.
march
true to form, monsieur march came in like a lion;
surly and base, big paws swiping madly in the air.
agile as a cat, i luckily avoided any pops or scrapes to the face and bod.
silly little lions can't knock me down;
i'm always ready for a nice tangle and scrap.
scratch that. not true. pants on fire.
i HATE confrontation.
i'm quite the chicken.
cluck. cluck.
i'd rather hold my tongue than rumble.
my legs have a nice cozy spot for my tail.
but with all the bumps and barnacles i must share what else march has tendered:
homemade key lime pie.
mumford and son's tickets.
this year's first bloom of my jasmine plant.
a friday evening of french cuisine and friends.
new screen doors throughout the house.
a family dinner.
new bedroom furniture.
my dad's birthday.
my mom's beautiful smile.
spin and pilates students giving me goosebumps with their dedication.
blog posts making me cry, scream with laughter, and happy dance {sometimes all at once}.
my beasts discovering the art of spooning.
plum blossom bath soap.
pink nails.
hunkiest.
and finally the privilege of talking to you m'loves.
thursday happy to you!
put on your red shoes and dance the blues
my eyes are still burning bright from yesterday's magnificent fanfare.
i'm convinced the clouds, sun and blue sky were playing a game to see how many atheists they could convert into believers.
streaming beams of luminous love dazzling down every so often from pillowy puffs of white.
a stretched canvas of cartoon blue; fairy godmothers just waiting to cascade out from their corners.
it's these moments when i'm confronted with such grand grace and wide wonder that i feel the most.......small.
wee'er than small.
a speck.
a mite.
a dot dancing herself silly in this universal tome.
yet, i dare not shake and shimmy stag.
while i may not have you lovelies (readers) actually here with me cutting our rug on my makeshift dance floor;
you're on my brain and in my heart.
so let's dance!
happy weekend m'loves.
sold on souled
there's a new sheriff in town, and she's blowing up the blogosphere.
her name is jamie flannigan, and i'm crushing hard on her.
by day she's a realtor in l.a.; finding the city of angels' finest their dream homes.
in her spare time she bewitches us with her cheeky tongue and knockout images.
souled is a full service blog, brimming with lyrical nuggets, splendid images, and the 411 on all that is cool, beautiful and sometimes scrumptious.
jamie's series "if i was your realtor" tickles me with it's ingenuity and imagination. she creates fantasy homes for her readers and fellow writers.
i'm still twirling with silly joy over jamie's recent surprise reveal to me!!
equally enthralling is jamie's tumblr cayenne kisses where she dazzles us with her snappy talk and sassier images.
jamie's gift of giving "good text" is my new addiction.
all these images are examples of her "spiced texts to make your mouth water."
definitely one to watch, read, and savor.
i'm completely sold/souled on miss jamie.
all images snagged from cayenne kisses....please go check them out in their full glory.