“I’ll have what she’s having”

February 28, 2011 § 17 Comments

The Spaniard went to the farm this weekend. Cow branding was in order. I was not going to be part of that.

Three days, the entire house, and a huge city all to myself!

It's no secret, I love alone time!

What did I order off this weekend’s menu?

Whatever the hey-ll I wanted!

Let’s start at the beginning – the first course, if you will…

One order of:

My favorite shop!

I mean, who doesn’t like nice things?

But only window shopping.

My urge to shop has vanished… right in step with my income.

Two orders of Yoga!

A day is not complete without it.

Fresh Yoga Flowers

Advanced Class? Sure!

No weekend [or meal] is complete without:

Friends!

Real and in the movies!

When you can order whatever you want… I order Pizza! [No surprise here]

Homemade Pizza Crust Experiment.

Stuck to the foil! :/

I’ll take a 3 day order of:

Clear Blue Skies!

And a Beautiful City!

When thirst strikes try:

A drink in the sun...

While talking to family and friends.

A side order of:

Journey through the city...

Which reminds me I'm never far from home...

And a topping of afternoon of cinema!

In honor of the Oscars! p.s. “The kids ARE alright!”

One last order of kitchen experiments:

Pizza Crust Success!

Almost Rome!

No meal is complete without dessert:

A Peanut Butter Banana Frozen Delight!

And SJP young and old...er!

No complaints from this customer. My hats off to the weekend chef!

Five Stars ***** Two Thumbs Up!

Question:

What would you order from an entire weekend to yourself? No plans – No obligations.

Which movie is today’s title from? Hint: It’s in one of the above photos.

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In My Spanish Kitchen: Banana Oatmeal Muffins

February 26, 2011 § 18 Comments

My eats here are actually quite boring. You get to see the pizza, the exotic, the Spanish… but day in and day out I am quite boring.

I get on a kick and eat the same things day after day. [You’ve already seen breakfast.]

I like it this way. It helps me manage my food purchasing and therefore my weightlifting. Weights, i.e. grocery shopping inevitably happens every other day.

But sometime the mood strikes and I get creative.! Chocolate Macaroon Truffles were made for the Spaniard on Valentines Day. Last week I created a Banana Oatmeal Muffin for 1.

I like to experiment, but hate massive amounts of food sitting around. The truth is I can’t stand to waste food. Food is money. I hate wasting that too.

My recipe makes 2 petite muffins. A total experiment gone right!

Next time I will double this so I can share. Maybe.

Definitely double – maybe share.

Banana Oatmeal Muffins

1 small banana or 1/2 large – Mashed!

3 Tablespoons Rolled Oats [or bust open an instant packet, any flavor!]

1 Tablespoon Peanut Flour [could barely taste it, you could probably substitute any flour, or leave this out]

1/2 Tablespoon Shredded Coconut

1/4 teaspoon Salt

1 teaspoon Cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon Baking Powder

2 Tablespoons Almond Milk [or any milk of your choice]

Mix all ingredients together.

Oil 2 muffin holes in your muffin tin

Bake at 325 F for 10-12 minutes / I used my convection situation at 160 C for 15 minutes.

These were dense, moist, deliciously sweet without any added sugar!

Next time I am adding chocolate! Feel free to do the same.

Be still my only have heart shapes muffin molds heart!

There’s a first for everything!

February 24, 2011 § 11 Comments

Brace yourselves ladies and gentlemen, today something happened, something BIG.

I was walking to yoga, my usual route, minding my own business, trying to avoid being run over by an on-coming pedestrian, when it happened…

Not my route - but beautiful Madrid nonetheless!

Someone said hello to me!!! On the street. Out of nowhere. This lovely gentlemen took it upon himself to tell me hello. Smile included!

I was so astonished I could barely muster a reply, though pulled it together fast enough for a smile and “hola!” Right back at you!

After passing I realized I know this gentlemen. Well, know used loosely. But I suppose there is a certain level of knowing that comes with standing next to someone for 90 minutes, both of you half naked, profusely sweating, while twisting and turning and yoga-ing.

I happened to practice right next to this man 3 times in the last week. I am surprised he recognized me. I mean, with clothes on, and not drenched. Anyone who has practiced Bikram yoga knows what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, you are completely lost.

I smiled from ear to ear all the way to the studio and right into the locker room, where get this… two MORE women said hello to me!

Locker room just past the stinky mats!

Okay, this is starting to sound ridiculous right? I mean, people say hello to you all the time. The typical smile and head nod as you pass in the street. The “hi, can I help you?” in any store. Not here my friends, not here.

The ladies in the locker room rarely talk. When I am talking to someone we are the loudest ones in there. Our voices bouncing off the tiles.

The women that spoke to me today, I see often, but I am always the one that looks at them to smile and say hello.

Little by little I am changing them. They now look at me… waiting for my smiles and my teensy-weensy effort at Spanish chit-chat.

You know what this means? This means they like it!

Once upon my first month in Madrid I would go all day without actually speaking, or being spoken to. Not anymore my friends, not anymore.

There’s a first for everything. You have to start somewhere. I have a feeling there are many more smiles and out-of-your-way, friendly-ness to come!

Sending you a huge smile and an akward American… “Hola! Buenas!”

Looks something like this!

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