a little home cookin’ – Healthy No Cheese Frittata

Sometimes going out isn’t on the agenda. Dining out less frequently and eating more at home is always suggested. Your contribution to your health begins with the groceries you select. 

With that in mind, I’ve decided to share a recipe with you each week.

A little background about my cooking style. 

In 2005 I had surgery to lose weight and for the past 8 years I have fought the fight and kept a good amount of weight off. I’m happy with the body size that I am today. When home I do my very best to eat as clean as my mind and taste buds will allow.

healthynocheesefrittataOne of the ways that I monitor myself is with my smart phone. At the suggestion of a friend I joined www.loseit.com and downloaded the app. With Lose It I am able to track my calorie intake and also take a good look at the quality of food coming into my body. One cool way that app helps me is that I can enter a recipe. Even when I’m throwing things together, if i measure the ingredients, the app does the rest. The ingredients list here is a recipe that I made for lunch recently. I opened the fridge grabbed the prepped ham from Trader Joe’s, the previously cooked mushrooms, two eggs and a bag of shredded carrots from Whole Foods.

The actual cooking.

  • In an eight (8″) non-stick skillet, I sprayed some canola cooking spray [zero calories]
  • softened up the carrots for a few minutes on low-medium heat
  • added in the ham and mushrooms
  • let them all get nice and warm
  • scrambled the eggs in a separate bowl
  • folded the eggs into the hot ingredients moving it all around enough to get the eggs about half-cooked.
  • finished it off on low heat, covered – about 5 minutes.

It’s done with the egg is firm to your liking.

Sprinkle with pepper if you like. Enjoy.

NOTE: This was two meals for my surgically reduced stomach and was very delicious reheated very quickly int he microwave oven.  If you enjoy the entire portion as one meal. It’s 422 Calories.

Disclaimer: You should definitely adjust the ingredients to accommodate the best balance for your health and present medical condition.

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What does Passion Look Like?

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n. any powerful or compelling emotion, as love or hate.

Its passion that separates the men from the boys, the women from the girls, and the hounds from the pups. As viewers, we only want it for the characters as much they want it for themselves. So here we go: A tour through cinema’s icons of passion:

10. The Blind Flower Girl in City Lights

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It takes one flower exchange for the Tramp to fall hopelessly in love. One simple gesture of kindness, and he becomes instantly, singularly devoted to this poor little street girl.

That feeling guides him into uncertain promises, and, most comically, into a boxing ring. He reaches into unexpected places to provide her with the things he knows she deserves (namely, eyesight by way of corrective surgery). And by the end of it – following a few months in prison that she’ll never have to know about – he is suddenly all she can see.

9. Wrestling in The Wrestler

Randy “The Ram” Robinson is kind of a fuck-up. His romances end before they start. His daughter hates him. He has a few fans, but not really any friends. Like him, they’re aging. Unlike him, their love for the sport is fleeting.

Unfortunately for Randy, his body can’t really take it. Performance enhancement drugs don’t really help an ailing heart – and when its broken? Hell, what’s a man to do? In a world of complexity, that answer’s simple: Keep fighting.

8. Cowboy Love in Brokeback Mountain

Love is exciting. Particularly the forbidden kind. Even more so when cowboys are involved. More still when those cowboys are Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal.

It may have taken two hotties to start a 21st century dialogue on gay love in the south, but that’s okay when the story is this compelling. We see the things that pull them away from one another – the need for a conventional lifestyle, the fear of self acceptance, the families back home. But nothing, not even the smell of horse poop, can override their intense desire to sex on each other like the wild jack rabbits they are. Even when they separate, they’re never apart.

7. Burning Nazis in Inglourious Basterds

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Yeah, Kill Bill’s The Bride is pretty kick-ass. She had a pretty extensive hit-list and she didn’t skimp out on it either. But Shoshanna is the one who really deserves a spot on this list.

Her whole family is murdered by Nazis. And when presented an opportunity to enact revenge, she does it with masterful focus. Imagine sitting across a dinner table from the man you know killed every person dear to you. Imagine holding all that festering resentment inward and smiling and acting like he’s not the scum of the earth. Then imagine the satisfaction of having every major player in the Third Reich burned alive under your direction.

This movie gives us one of the most satisfying dramatic endings ever. Because Shoshanna’s revenge fantasy is not hers alone – it is shared by millions of others affected by Hitler’s regime.

6. The one that got away in The Social Network

Never before have I seen a movie that’s so succinctly linked a man’s professional successes with his romantic failures. The inhuman Aaron Sorkin is all about compelling characters. He writes movies that speak to our human need for dramatic storytelling, which is why its likely he took a fair share of creative liberties in writing the pseudo-villainous film version of Mark Zuckerberg.

But every one of that character’s conceited actions amount to something excusable in that final scene. Using his own tools under a framework of his design, he pathetically asks: Am I good enough now? Look at what I’ve done! This is for you. Then the self-conscious series of clicks commence. The page can’t refresh soon enough.

5. A murdered wife in Memento

How does one build a captivating plot around a guy who blacks out every 5 minutes? Easy. Give him one thing that he’ll always come back to. Something so precise that, even when the thought’s not there, the feeling burns. Something like: revenge against the asshole that murdered your wife.

Every second is valuable when you essentially rebuild your relationship to the world every few minutes. You don’t really know the difference between your enemies and friends. You don’t know where you are half the time, or how you got there or why. Without purposefully moving forward, this existence could become awfully meaningless. But he has his purpose. And in every frame, he chases it. Even when he has no idea where he’s going.

4. Oil in There Will Be Blood

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Our passions can often inspire greatness. But then there’s the other side of the coin. See: Daniel Plainview, a brilliant oil tycoon who systematically breaks his enemies and even his friends, depending on the day. This guy is the poster boy for social ineptitude.

Which is just too bad, really. What could have been brilliant business savvy devolves to monstrous bullying – and not only his competitors either. His hatred turns toward his own son and the righteous Eli (though that one’s kind of justified). In the end, he willfully exiles himself from human decency. And there’s not the slightest sign of remorse, regret, or redemption. Just an angry man in his bowling alley sitting in a mess of freshly killed pastor soup.

3. The One Ring in Lord of the Rings

Bearing the ring is pretty freakin’ cool. It makes you invisible and mega-powerful, suspends aging, lets you read minds. The particularly focused can unlock its full potential, but those of lesser will become pretty crummy people when they keep it on too long. Like, REALLY crummy. We’re talking Sauron-level dickishness here.

The ring enables an ideal, but it doesn’t guarantee it. And that conflict is what lends it a near unlimited symbolic potential. It could be entirely allegorical, a comment on human greed, addiction, love. Its the elusive thing that will reward the determined and destroy the meek. And it will change you in ways you never could have imagined.

2. Fay Wray in King Kong

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The pull of romantic love has inspired many-a-tale, but few rival the downright odd poignance of 1933’s King Kong. We all know the story: A huge gorilla-beast gets abducted from his homeland, put on display in NYC, then revolts and whisks away the one beautiful blonde that showed him any respect. Now, I know that’s familiar and doesn’t seem all that weird because you’ve seen variations of that story your whole life, but pretend for a second that that was your first time. I sound like a crazy person, right?

I would have been crazy. The people who wrote it were crazy. But only because they figured out a way to make it so darn sad. The would-be monster, under closer scrutiny, is actually a protagonist battered by a cruel world. Entirely out-of-whack, he tries to salvage the one beautiful thing he’s got in this brutal place we call Civilization. Which leads us to the two most important takeaways of this film. 1) Everybody loves blondes, and 2) Bestiality is not ok. (And there may be something about humanity respecting their fellow animal, but that’s of far less immediate concern).

1. The Rita Hayworth Poster in the Shawshank Redemption

Pop quiz. What makes a better story?

Option #1. A guy’s wrongly convicted for the murder of his wife. He’s super bummed about it, but he’s never been one to rock the boat, so he relents and quietly lives out his sentence.

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Option #2. A guy’s wrongly convicted for the murder of his wife. So in the next 19 years, he secretly digs a tunnel from his cell to the outside world.

Sure, #1 has the potential to be “gritty” and “realistic”, but since when are true-to-life stories the best stories? We need the element of the fantastic. A reason to hope against impossible odds. Andy Dufresne focuses squarely on a single goal, and achieves it through sustained, quiet passion. The closest we get to a window into his soul are the blinds hiding his work: posters of iconic starlets Rita Hayworth, Marilyn Monroe, and Raquel Welch.

Those symbols spoke to Andy throughout his prison sentence. They delicately concealed a romanticized, sexy, almost consoling version of freedom. They kept him hanging on, and also gave him some pretty good masturbatory material. And, in the end, isn’t that all that any one of us needs?

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Recipe for a successful wedding – a la Moberg-Foster/Popkin

Ingredients:

  • good timing
  • nice weather
  • good toasts
  • gracious hosts
  • great food
  • good service
  • beautiful bride
  • great people to sit with

Directions: 

  1. keep the timing right
  2. cross your fingers, knees and toes for good weather.
  3. prime the guests and the toastmaster/toastmistress
  4. choose a location and DJ that is accommodating and willing to deliver service that beats the band
  5. choose food that will leave the guest list talking

Blend together above ingredients with two exceptional international families and lots of jovial friends and see what you get! <g>


In the early evening of Saturday, August 10, 2013, we converged on Blissful Meadows Golf Club, situated on Chockalog Road in Uxbridge, Massachusetts. The club is situated in the woods on a fairy-tale winding way and we were basking in sunshine and comfortably cool summer air. The days prior were varying degrees of torturous heat and humidity or flooding with drenching downpour.

The bride (Ruth) is the daughter of a community chorus friend and I was asked to sing in the quartet at the wedding ceremony. Ruth, a minister of the Lutheran Church, married Alex, a math teacher. Head-over-heels in love and filled with joy, the handsome couple and their parents were far above gracious and all enjoyed themselves from start to finish.

2013-08-10 19.25.15The facility is not huge, but is well-suited for a big party for many close friends. The dining room itself accommodated 15 tables of 8, a full bar, gift sleigh, head table for 12 and a reasonable dance floor. Most importantly, the food was good. As with all banquet food, it was not fine dining – but who expects that in any large gathering? I sure don’t. I would never try to serve 130+ in the same day, never-mind the same hour.  The photo on the right is my plate as it was delivered. It was delightfully warm and smelled really good. (I have been served cold wedding food.) The turkey dinner option provided an abundant  portion with enough cranberry sauce and simple stuffing to enjoy alongside every bite of the moist and ample pieces of breast and thigh meat. The vegetables were cooked to save a bit of the crunch, which I like.  Spencer and I both agree that the mashed potatoes were best left on the plate, after one bite for each of us. I rationalized that it isn’t a good thing for someone like me who is watching the waistline, so it was surely a blessing in disguise. Besides, there were plenty of veggies and protein.

Dessert was red velvet cake and steaming hot coffee that was devoured by all. The list of sweets doesn’t end here. Our server, Holly, who was very compassionate with my nut-allergy question contributed to a memorable evening. Seated at our table  were two sisters and their lesser halves, Jim and Cliff-the-comedian.  Rounding it off was familiar face Maria, a singer from our community chorus, who was accompanied by her husband Paul. An imaginary poll at the end of the reception concluded that we were indeed the table that had the most fun. But then, did you expect anything less?

Two pigs are at the beach. After a while, one says to the other, “I think I’m bacon!” Thank you, Cliff – And G’Night.
The photo of the function room is borrowed from the Blissful Meadows Golf Club website and is credited to Erika Sidor Photography.

Breaking Bad Final Countdown: Part 1 of 8

September 29, 2013 will mark one of the saddest days in television history: The conclusion of Vince Gilligan’s game-changing dramatic series, Breaking Bad.

Truly, few samples of film, standalone or episodic, can match the skillful pacing or narrative flair of this show. And for that reason, I will pay my personal homage through the blogosphere: Episode-by-episode critiques and recaps of the final 8 installments of the series.

Be warned, there will likely be spoilers abound. This is primarily for fans who crave a post-viewing play-by-play. Comments are encouraged.

So without further ado:

Season 5 Episode 9 (Original Air Date: August 11, 2013)

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The first few frames remind me how little I enjoy skateboarders. They’re loud, for one. And they’ll literally convert anything into their own little skatepark. What’s worse is when they do it to your emptied in-ground pool. But wait, is that Walt’s? It’s a flash forward to the future and this shit’s straight up destitute.

We see Walt, totally feral, approach his dilapidated former home. He’s armed with a crowbar and is (per usual) up to no good. He breaks in, scans over the abandoned property and uncovers a tiny vial of ricin. What could he be up to?

You would like to know, wouldn’t you? But not now. For after all, horrible things happen to those who wait (in Gilligan’s world), and you’re surely not going anywhere. So we’ll just let this hang there for a second, shall we?

Let’s snap back, picking up exactly where Episode 8 left off, as Hank totally flips shit over the “Leaves of Grass” discovery linking Walt to Gale. Panties-in-a-twist, Hank makes a hasty retreat with the wife who won’t stop talking and… yep. Drives straight into a neighbor’s lawn.

Later, an oblivious Walt and Skyler go about their carwash business as if everything’s just dandy. Lydia pays Walt a visit, and begs him for tips to enhance her declining product. Walt politely declines and Skyler tells the bitch off for good measure.

Meanwhile, Hank is totally hung up on the whole Oh-crap-my-brother-in-law-is-a-ruthless-druglord thing and has missed a lot of work over it. He has some of the guys send over years of police files on every major villainous player in the series and attempts fruitlessly to find some really solid, totally damning evidence against Walt.

You may be wondering what Jesse is up to? Well, his soul is clearly broken. And only partly because of Badger’s horrendous pitch of an unwritten Star Trek script. Eyes glazed and bloodshot, he quietly leaves his lowlife former business associates with the crap-ton of money Walt gave him.

Naturally, he takes it to Saul’s office. Here we’re briefly reacquainted with Saul’s bodyguard Huell (the big black one who inadvertently gave Ted a coma). Jesse tells Saul he wants his $5 mill split between Mike’s grandkid and the parents of Drew Sharp, the boy needlessly murdered by Todd Alquist earlier in the season. Saul reluctantly agrees, but calls Walt in a panic to inform him of Jesse’s state. Walt takes the call in the midst of chemo treatment and assures Saul that everything’s under control.

He pays Jesse a visit at his home and the two chit-chat about Mike’s disappearance and why Jesse shouldn’t be handing out large amounts of money all willy-nilly.  Jesse’s no dummy, he knows that odds are Walt is Mike’s killer. But Walt flexes his incredible capacity for denial til Jesse verbally complies then leaves him with his blood money.

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It’s dinnertime at the Whites’ residence and Walt gets sick, no doubt due to his weakened state and continued treatment. He barfs a bit and conveniently notices the dumbest decision he’s made in the entire series (one of the few I have a really hard time buying). Where’s my book? You know, the one laying around in plain view for my DEA in-law to find? Nice going, Heisenberg.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, Skyler informs Walt that Hank’s been home sick all week. She nods off and he does what any informed major drug king-pin would do in this situation: check his vehicle to make sure its not– oh no. Its bugged.

Zombie Jesse finds himself rudely awakened by a dirty homeless person in the Dog House parking lot. His highly visible cash bags ride shotgun, and suddenly he gets an idea. Enter: sketchy neighborhood in the dead of night. Jesse plays paperboy, only instead of newspapers, he’s tossing large denominations of banded money. Its red-neck Christmas.

Then comes one of the series’ most intense confrontations to date.

Its day-time, and buzzing loudly is a remote controlled toy car at the very bottom of Hank’s driveway (Sound familiar?). The remnants of his week-long re-investigation are strewn about, and his officer buddies are there for moral support.

Then comes Walt.

Hank shoos them away and they talk, man-to-man. Civil, if awkward, conversation. “How’s the carwash?” “Hope you’re feeling better.” “Call me if you need anything.” It’s pleasant all ’round.

Walt turns to leave and the buzzing rages. He hesitates. Then he turns back, reaches into his coat pocket…

And that’s all I’ll give ya. The following 5 minutes or so will blow your mind, but typing it all out here would be a disservice. Let’s put it this way: the end is imminent. And with the direction the final episodes are going, it will surely make for a satisfying payoff. Hold on to your butts, folks.

See y’all next Monday!

Inline photos borrowed from http://whatculture.com/tv/breaking-bad-5-9-blood-money-review.php – check it out!

If you wanna love me, take me to The Sole!

The Sole Proprietor | 118 Highland Street, Worcester MA | Reservations: 508-798-3474

The title of this post was singing through my head all day recalling the most recent and reminiscing  the hundreds of meals previously enjoyed at The Sole Proprieter. “You got to have Sole!” I’m taking considerable poetic license, but you can listen to George Jackson’s song here.

Going to The Sole is an expression of love for me, to me, and from me. I openly tell people that it is better than Legal Seafood. I admit, here and now, a life long love affair with this restaurant, I’m a foodie and I am not ashamed. I truly love The Sole and I’m not afraid to go on and on and on and on and on, again and on.

Let us count the ways how I love thee, The Sole:

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  1. It’s the restaurant that’s happy to see me at almost any time of the day or night. Late at night they give a discount.
  2. No matter what the occasion, the food is consistently delicious. There is no situation/day/time, when business, crowds or anything impede the delivery of choice dining options.
  3. The menu samples seafood presentations from around the world with entrees, sushi and raw bar offerings beyond the imaginable and always highlights seasonal specialties in abundance. They also still to their roots and the specific dishes that have made them famous throughout the land (and sea). Additionally, if what you want isn’t on the printed page, but the ingredients are in-house, the order is delivered. 
  4. My mother and godmother never decline an invite to The Sole and when we are there, we are ourselves. In the past year, we have celebrated birthdays, holidays and Mother’s Day at the Sole. Each dining experience without rush, dissatisfaction and disappointment. Each time we have entirely been our selves and taken our own way through the menu. I usually order something from the raw bar and sushi menus, Mom usually get something traditional and Godmother loves her fried foods.
  5. Spencer has named The Sole his favorite in Worcester and never hesitates with the idea of stopping over for a snack, taking the mothers for a meal or even starting the “what will I eat” conversation more than a week in advance of our arrival.
  6. Marie works at the Sole. She’s an icon of service. The epitome of exceptional waitress! (Marie will have her own post, in the future.)
  7. The Sole has sense. The staff, owners, customers, and vendors all have quality in mind and make quality part of life.

These menu items have forever been my favorites:

  • tuna sushi dinner
  • seafood alfredo
  • the gaba gaba roll and the firecracker roll
  • the chowdah and the dinner rolls

The Sole does it well, so well that I challenge that you test my opinion and go, eat and enjoy; you will live a better life because you did. I admire The Sole’s family style hospitality and their sense that ‘of course, we can do that for you” which hasn’t changed in the last 30 years.

The Conjuring

Logline

Seasoned paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren confront malevolent spirits haunting the old farmhouse of the Parren family in 1971.

Why we went

AJ flat out refused, so I brought my other better half, sister Paige. There we bought too much in concessions (true to form) and subjected ourselves to two hours of chills (because we’re apparently both masochists). How did it go, you say? I thought you’d never ask!

Why it worked

Call me a skeptic. I don’t believe in things like ghosts or demons or the afterlife. I find it ridiculous that demonologists can gain any kind of credibility at all. And the fact that exorcisms are recognized as a legitimate practice by any religion is a whole shitload of crazy that I’d frankly rather not step in.

Generally, I think that sort of supernatural haunted house jazz can be explained in a rational way. Old pipes, strong winds, light tricks, screaming neighborhood cats in heat – that sort of thing. And that being a fundamental part of my personality should mean I’m excluded from this movie’s target audience.

Or so you’d think.

There’s a part of me that will always crave movies in this genre, and there’s a simple reason for that. An expertly executed story can make me believe in anything. I mean, that’s the whole point, right? To find a narrative that is so finely connected to a human experience, it becomes authentic?

James Wan, whose past directorial credits include Saw and Insidious, really gets the psychology of fear. He knows the sort of anxiety a well-placed camera can inspire. He understands that a slow escalation of creepiness delves into the psyche with far more permanence than a handful of fruitless false scares. He’s aware that there are few ways to raise the stakes quite like endangering family – particularly when children involved. Which is why I am susceptible to his brand of fear.

It helped that this movie also borrowed liberally from the school of 1970’s horror. The story is set in that era, for starters. The effects are largely in-camera, with very little CG intervention. And the disorienting panning and zooming effects utilize every inch of space in a way that’s simply underseen in the age of green screen. Forget a single wall of projections, Wan’s audience is surrounded.

Bottom Line

With practical in-camera effects, quiet tenseness in favor of cheap shocks, and a modest budget (by Hollywood standards), The Conjuring offers expertly crafted classic horror in spades.