Anchovy Butter is featured in several recipes on this blog.
Anchovy Butter
(Adapted from: https://www.thespruceeats.com/anchovy-butter-recipe-995327)
Ingredients:
1 tin of anchovies, drained
1/2 Cup butter
Process:
Add anchovies to a container with a lid.
Add 1/2 Cup butter.
With a spoon, mix, smash and cream the butter and anchovies together until they are thoroughly combined and the anchovies are in tiny pieces.
#GERD-friendly, I find this anchovy butter useful in place of garlic butter.
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
Microwave: Glazed Carrots
Pulled from Sunday Cooking Marathon Recipes
Glazed Carrots Recipe
Adapted from: http://lilluna.com/brown-sugar-glazed-carrots/
Ingredients:
1 16oz bag of baby carrots
1/2 cup water
A dollop of olive oil
1/2 tbspn sugar
S/P to taste
Process:
Add ingredients to a microwave casserole dish with a cover.
Mix well.
Cover and microwave on high for 10 minutes.
Canned Corn Salsa
Corn Salsa Recipe
1 14oz can kernel corn, drained and rinsed
1 8oz can salsa, drained
1 TBspn Onion flakes
Perused several Corn Salsa Recipes then made my own.
Ingredients:
1 14oz can kernel corn, drained and rinsed
1 8oz can salsa, drained
1 TBspn Onion flakes
1/2 Tspn Garlic Powder
1 Tbspn Basil flakes, crush in palms
Ground back pepper, to taste
1 capful Lemon juice
1 Tbspn Basil flakes, crush in palms
Ground back pepper, to taste
1 capful Lemon juice
Process:
Mix all ingredients together.
Mix all ingredients together.
Sunday, February 9, 2020
The Tightwad Gazette (TWG) - A Partial List of TWG Recipes
The Complete Tightwad Gazette by Amy Dacyczyn is a revised collection of articles and ideas from Amy's previous Tightwad Gazette newsletters. The book is full of tips on how to save money as well as instructions to make a variety of craft items and other how-to ideas. Scattered among the articles and tips are many recipes.
This is a list of some of the over 86 TWG recipes found in the book and the page they are on in the book.
Tightwad Gazette Recipes
1. After-Thanksgiving Soup 72
2. Apple-Oatmeal Bars 349
3. Bean-bacon Chowder 160
4. Bean Soup Mix 129
5. Biscotti 499
6. Bread Bears 91-92
7. Burritos 377
8. Cake-mix Cookie 505
9. Candied Orange Peel 500
10. Carrot Pumpkin Pie 626
11. Cheese Ball 500-501
12. Cheese Sauce 355
13. Chilli 454-55
14. Chocolate Syrup 424
15. Coffee and Tea Mixes 128-9
16. see 422-25
17. Cookies and crackers 291, 498-99, 501, 505-6, 681, 905
18. Corn-broccoli Casserole 714
19. Corn casserole 41
20. Corn pone 160
21. Cracker Jack Snack 360-61
22. Cream Soup mix 424-25
23. Croutons 231
24. Cuban Bread 521, 542
25. Dunkin Soup 160
26. Gazpacho 379
27. Granola 27
28. Heart-shaped cupcakes 673
29. Hot cocoa 81
30. Hot rice with milk and sugar 354-65
31. Jam and milk popsicles 377, 417
32. Jell-O eggs 164-65
33. Jim’s Best Candy 138-39
34. Lentil burgers 376-77
35. Lentil-rice Casserole 453, 505
36. Maine Baked Beans 159-60
37. Mint Candy 158
38. Muffins 466-68, 682-83, 859
39. Mustard 766-67
40. Onion-Soup Mix 424
41. Orange Marmalade 813
42. Oven-Fried Potatoes 186
43. Pancake Snacks 608
44. Pancake Syrup 122-23
45. Peanut-butter Snacks 534
46. Pie-making…..633-35
47. Pigs in a blanket 805
48. Pilaf, Universal 824-25
49. Pizza 309-11
50. Pizza Casserole 772
51. Pizza Sauce 904
52. Potatoes and toppings 355-56
53. Potato-peel Appetizers 638
54. Puffy Pancake 858-59
55. Punch 859-60
56. Purple Cow 379
57. Quiches 134-35, 761-64, 872
58. Raisin-Oatmeal Scones 89-90
59. Refrigerator-dough 597-98, 626
60. Rice and beans 229, 245
61. Rice-a-Roni-style ground beef dish 738
62. Salad Dressings 230-32
63. Salsa 501
64. Seafood Casserole 211-12
65. Seasoned Rice Mix 426
66. Seasoned Salt 423
67. Shake and Bake Mix 265
68. Shake and Bake Potatoes 734
69. Soft Pretzel Valentines 389
70. Sourdough Bread 668-69
71. Stained-glass Cookies 498-99
72. Stuffing 423-24
73. Sweetened Condensed Milk 204
74. Taco-Seasoning Mix 423
75. Toaster Pastry 814
76. Toffee 500
77. Tomato Soup 424
78. Tuna-Cheddar Chowder 570
79. Turtles 868-69
80. Universal Casserole 625
81. Whipped Topping 352
82. Whole Wheat Crackers 501
83. Whoopie Pies 398
84. Worcestershire Sauce 290-91
85. Yeast Bread 885-87
86. Yogurt 715-21
Over time, I will post some of the TWG recipes I attempt to make.
This is a list of some of the over 86 TWG recipes found in the book and the page they are on in the book.
Tightwad Gazette Recipes
1. After-Thanksgiving Soup 72
2. Apple-Oatmeal Bars 349
3. Bean-bacon Chowder 160
4. Bean Soup Mix 129
5. Biscotti 499
6. Bread Bears 91-92
7. Burritos 377
8. Cake-mix Cookie 505
9. Candied Orange Peel 500
10. Carrot Pumpkin Pie 626
11. Cheese Ball 500-501
12. Cheese Sauce 355
13. Chilli 454-55
14. Chocolate Syrup 424
15. Coffee and Tea Mixes 128-9
16. see 422-25
17. Cookies and crackers 291, 498-99, 501, 505-6, 681, 905
18. Corn-broccoli Casserole 714
19. Corn casserole 41
20. Corn pone 160
21. Cracker Jack Snack 360-61
22. Cream Soup mix 424-25
23. Croutons 231
24. Cuban Bread 521, 542
25. Dunkin Soup 160
26. Gazpacho 379
27. Granola 27
28. Heart-shaped cupcakes 673
29. Hot cocoa 81
30. Hot rice with milk and sugar 354-65
31. Jam and milk popsicles 377, 417
32. Jell-O eggs 164-65
33. Jim’s Best Candy 138-39
34. Lentil burgers 376-77
35. Lentil-rice Casserole 453, 505
36. Maine Baked Beans 159-60
37. Mint Candy 158
38. Muffins 466-68, 682-83, 859
39. Mustard 766-67
40. Onion-Soup Mix 424
41. Orange Marmalade 813
42. Oven-Fried Potatoes 186
43. Pancake Snacks 608
44. Pancake Syrup 122-23
45. Peanut-butter Snacks 534
46. Pie-making…..633-35
47. Pigs in a blanket 805
48. Pilaf, Universal 824-25
49. Pizza 309-11
50. Pizza Casserole 772
51. Pizza Sauce 904
52. Potatoes and toppings 355-56
53. Potato-peel Appetizers 638
54. Puffy Pancake 858-59
55. Punch 859-60
56. Purple Cow 379
57. Quiches 134-35, 761-64, 872
58. Raisin-Oatmeal Scones 89-90
59. Refrigerator-dough 597-98, 626
60. Rice and beans 229, 245
61. Rice-a-Roni-style ground beef dish 738
62. Salad Dressings 230-32
63. Salsa 501
64. Seafood Casserole 211-12
65. Seasoned Rice Mix 426
66. Seasoned Salt 423
67. Shake and Bake Mix 265
68. Shake and Bake Potatoes 734
69. Soft Pretzel Valentines 389
70. Sourdough Bread 668-69
71. Stained-glass Cookies 498-99
72. Stuffing 423-24
73. Sweetened Condensed Milk 204
74. Taco-Seasoning Mix 423
75. Toaster Pastry 814
76. Toffee 500
77. Tomato Soup 424
78. Tuna-Cheddar Chowder 570
79. Turtles 868-69
80. Universal Casserole 625
81. Whipped Topping 352
82. Whole Wheat Crackers 501
83. Whoopie Pies 398
84. Worcestershire Sauce 290-91
85. Yeast Bread 885-87
86. Yogurt 715-21
Over time, I will post some of the TWG recipes I attempt to make.
Om Shanti Om -- Yoga Your Way with Kate Barron
Ohm
Shanti
Yoga
Shanti
Yoga
Yoga Your Way
with Kate Barron
Merida, Mexico
Merida, Mexico
Yoga therapy applies yoga principles and techniques to
specific pain, conditions, imbalance and post surgery
physical recovery. This type of yoga targets specific areas to
help people in various ways such as back pain relief,
mobility in post operation scenarios etc.
specific pain, conditions, imbalance and post surgery
physical recovery. This type of yoga targets specific areas to
help people in various ways such as back pain relief,
mobility in post operation scenarios etc.
Restorative Yoga or Deep Stretch
This type of yoga is for those people wanting to learn
simple relaxing and yet toning poses/asanas, techniques to
reduce stress, muscle tension from the body, address and
promote healthy sleeping patterns.
Vinyasa Yoga
A fluid fast flowing or softer movement yoga which
synchronizes the poses/asanas drawing on the breath to
maintain poses. There’s an element of cardio to this type of
yoga which makes it suitable as part of a fitness program.
Benefits:
Increases core strength & muscle tone
Lower blood pressure
Improves digestion, circulation & immunity
Provides pain & tension relief
Increases mobility, balance, posture & flexibility
Improves self-acceptance, concentration & memory
Classes tailored to
Meet Participants’ real needs.
Yoga for couples
Individuals/private sessions
Small group
Instructor Kate Barron Bio
My passion is the ancient art and philosophy of yoga, with
its use of graceful poses to achieve deep spiritual insight,
tranquility, strength and flexibility.
I have led yoga classes and meditation in Italy, Thailand,
Africa and Mexico for over 10 years.
Certificates/Licenses:
Fully licensed yoga instructor with formal training in:
• Meditation and training, Kenya, Africa, 2009.
• Meditation and training, Tulum, Mexico, 2010.
• Meditation and training, Southern Thailand.
• Pranayama techniques for stress management,
Rome, Italy.
All ability levels are welcome,
Inquire at your hotel to arrange a class.
Contact Information
barron.kate@yahoo.com
Thursday, February 6, 2020
Throw Together Cucumber Sandwiches
I am in Cucumber heaven!!
My cucumber quick pickles came out great.
The cucumber water was refreshing and the water seemed to keep the cucumber slices crisp. So, I grabbed a few slices to make a sandwich and then, I added more water to the jar.
I also grabbed some:
Cream cheese
2 Slices of multi-grain bread
some Basil
some Paprika
Ground black pepper
After slathering the bread slices with cream cheese, I topped the cheese with a few cucumber slices.
Then, I sprinkled the slices with crushed basil and paprika. I added a few grinds of ground black pepper and slapped the two pieces of bread together. No way am I going to cut of the crusts, they are the best part.
I cut the sandwich into quarters and ate them.
They were good. There are many ways to make cucumber sandwiches, maybe someday I will try some of those variations.
I had a lot of fun using one cucumber to make five different recipes.
#GERD-friendly if you use little to no ground black pepper.
Vignette: Mary's Story
Mary's Story
Late one Halloween evening as I got ready for bed, I got indigestion. I was unable to lie down, sit down, or standup with any comfort. I hurt. Nothing helped.
By morning, I called the doctor and made an appointment. I went by cab. Once there, I threw up. The doctor told me to go the hospital and asked how was I getting there. "Cab," I said but, at that moment, a neighbor stuck her head in the door and offered to drive me. She had followed me to the doctor’s.
After an agonizing ride and entrance interview that I moaned and stumbled through, I was taken up to a room. Surrounded by doctors, nurses, interns, and residents who kept asking questions, I rolled on the bed unable to lie down. Eventually, I faded out of consciousness, vaguely aware they were attempting to hookup an IV and were having trouble inserting the needle.
Time blurred.
I moaned and groaned my way in and out of a fever. I heard indecision above me about what was the true nature of my illness. I buried myself in blankets, levered myself up to a sitting position, and rocked between sleep and consciousness. I dreamt in purples and greens, and somewhere in the middle of it all, a woman in the next bed moaned and groaned, too.
Gradually, I became aware I had a roommate, Mary. She and I agreed to moan together. As I lay there drifting in and out, between the doctors and nurses who kept telling me I was seriously ill, Mary told me about her family, a living horror story, and I remember thinking this is too much.
Here's a woman next to me with her whole body out of whack and a family from hell. She had worked two jobs to support her fatherless family, buy a home and literally with every ounce of her soul, her energy, and her body, she supported countless people who gave her nothing in return. She had more stamina than I could ever dream of.
I fell asleep thinking I would die with her life's story in my ears. I thought it an irony as my consciousness faded. As I regained consciousness again, my inside voice said, "you can be positive or negative about this, you make the choice."
I woke up laughing.
I joked with the nurses and doctors, said please and thank you, and tried not to complain. Eventually an exploratory procedure found the blocked bile duct and it was cleaned out.
Nothing in my life helped me understand what was happening to Mary. I listened as she told me of generations that pulled away, each generation less supportive, less warm. Now there were grown children who had forgotten what it meant to be human.
I heard of beatings, theft, vandalism, drinking, unwanted children, abandoned pets, and fights. I heard of her attempts to hide food and money from her children because they took everything. I heard of her attempts to shield her aging father from her children's physical abuse, going so far as to put a lock on his door.
What advice could I offer her after all her years of doing? I had no children. Silly me, I tried to teach her meditation exercises to reduce stress. I remember lying there trying to describe, in an unpracticed voice, mountains, ocean beaches and forests, wishing for some comfort in her life.
When I visited the hospital chapel, I thought this Mary's story and that her survival was a miracle, her strength a wonder, so much without joyous fruition.
As medications began to make me feel better, Mary and I became "the pajama party" on the floor. Mary joked constantly. We laughed and teased the interns, technicians, nurses, and doctors. We had IV contests to see whose IV needle would stay in the longest. I lost.
All day and all night, she worked her phone managing her home and family from her bed, paying bills and instructing family members to care for her aging father left at home. By the end of the week, he, too, was admitted to a hospital.
Then, it came time for surgery. After I was prepped, moved onto a gurney and rolled out of the room, Mary came up to me and wished me luck.
The last face I saw before going into surgery was that of the Indian resident. He was beautiful. I could not have asked for a better last vision. I smiled and thanked God.
After surgery, it was pain big time and, of course, they wanted me to get up and walk immediately. I did and Mary and I called it the gall bladder slide as I shuffled my feet and pushed my IV along the floor.
I had not eaten in a week. When they brought my first meal, I could not even eat a pea. My mouth just would not accept it. Great way to diet, I thought. For the rest of my stay, I gave most of my food to Mary. She either saved it in plastic baggies she brought with her or feed her family when they came to visit.
When any of her children entered the room, darkness descended as they stood like large, grim, silent shadows against the wall. No words of affection or concern. No smiles. Pain from low self-esteem like beaten dogs emanated from them.
Once Mary sighed and said she wished her family had sent her flowers. When they came to take Mary for her procedure, I went to her side, squeezed her hand and wished her well.
As we both began to get better, we talked more. I was eager to return to my life. I do not think Mary was. She had been hospitalized many times for an odd digestive aliment I did not understand. Her throat, her stomach and most of her digestive organs were scarred and ulcerated. I think her hospital stays were a respite from her life.
The time we spent together in that room was intense. She was more comfort to me than I was to her but we had a good time. When I started roaming the hospital floors, I ventured downstairs to the gift shop and bought Mary flowers and a teddy bear. I got a nurse to help me surprise her. She was. I wanted give her something to take home.
Late one Halloween evening as I got ready for bed, I got indigestion. I was unable to lie down, sit down, or standup with any comfort. I hurt. Nothing helped.
By morning, I called the doctor and made an appointment. I went by cab. Once there, I threw up. The doctor told me to go the hospital and asked how was I getting there. "Cab," I said but, at that moment, a neighbor stuck her head in the door and offered to drive me. She had followed me to the doctor’s.
After an agonizing ride and entrance interview that I moaned and stumbled through, I was taken up to a room. Surrounded by doctors, nurses, interns, and residents who kept asking questions, I rolled on the bed unable to lie down. Eventually, I faded out of consciousness, vaguely aware they were attempting to hookup an IV and were having trouble inserting the needle.
Time blurred.
I moaned and groaned my way in and out of a fever. I heard indecision above me about what was the true nature of my illness. I buried myself in blankets, levered myself up to a sitting position, and rocked between sleep and consciousness. I dreamt in purples and greens, and somewhere in the middle of it all, a woman in the next bed moaned and groaned, too.
Gradually, I became aware I had a roommate, Mary. She and I agreed to moan together. As I lay there drifting in and out, between the doctors and nurses who kept telling me I was seriously ill, Mary told me about her family, a living horror story, and I remember thinking this is too much.
Here's a woman next to me with her whole body out of whack and a family from hell. She had worked two jobs to support her fatherless family, buy a home and literally with every ounce of her soul, her energy, and her body, she supported countless people who gave her nothing in return. She had more stamina than I could ever dream of.
I fell asleep thinking I would die with her life's story in my ears. I thought it an irony as my consciousness faded. As I regained consciousness again, my inside voice said, "you can be positive or negative about this, you make the choice."
I woke up laughing.
I joked with the nurses and doctors, said please and thank you, and tried not to complain. Eventually an exploratory procedure found the blocked bile duct and it was cleaned out.
Nothing in my life helped me understand what was happening to Mary. I listened as she told me of generations that pulled away, each generation less supportive, less warm. Now there were grown children who had forgotten what it meant to be human.
I heard of beatings, theft, vandalism, drinking, unwanted children, abandoned pets, and fights. I heard of her attempts to hide food and money from her children because they took everything. I heard of her attempts to shield her aging father from her children's physical abuse, going so far as to put a lock on his door.
What advice could I offer her after all her years of doing? I had no children. Silly me, I tried to teach her meditation exercises to reduce stress. I remember lying there trying to describe, in an unpracticed voice, mountains, ocean beaches and forests, wishing for some comfort in her life.
When I visited the hospital chapel, I thought this Mary's story and that her survival was a miracle, her strength a wonder, so much without joyous fruition.
As medications began to make me feel better, Mary and I became "the pajama party" on the floor. Mary joked constantly. We laughed and teased the interns, technicians, nurses, and doctors. We had IV contests to see whose IV needle would stay in the longest. I lost.
All day and all night, she worked her phone managing her home and family from her bed, paying bills and instructing family members to care for her aging father left at home. By the end of the week, he, too, was admitted to a hospital.
Then, it came time for surgery. After I was prepped, moved onto a gurney and rolled out of the room, Mary came up to me and wished me luck.
The last face I saw before going into surgery was that of the Indian resident. He was beautiful. I could not have asked for a better last vision. I smiled and thanked God.
After surgery, it was pain big time and, of course, they wanted me to get up and walk immediately. I did and Mary and I called it the gall bladder slide as I shuffled my feet and pushed my IV along the floor.
I had not eaten in a week. When they brought my first meal, I could not even eat a pea. My mouth just would not accept it. Great way to diet, I thought. For the rest of my stay, I gave most of my food to Mary. She either saved it in plastic baggies she brought with her or feed her family when they came to visit.
When any of her children entered the room, darkness descended as they stood like large, grim, silent shadows against the wall. No words of affection or concern. No smiles. Pain from low self-esteem like beaten dogs emanated from them.
Once Mary sighed and said she wished her family had sent her flowers. When they came to take Mary for her procedure, I went to her side, squeezed her hand and wished her well.
As we both began to get better, we talked more. I was eager to return to my life. I do not think Mary was. She had been hospitalized many times for an odd digestive aliment I did not understand. Her throat, her stomach and most of her digestive organs were scarred and ulcerated. I think her hospital stays were a respite from her life.
The time we spent together in that room was intense. She was more comfort to me than I was to her but we had a good time. When I started roaming the hospital floors, I ventured downstairs to the gift shop and bought Mary flowers and a teddy bear. I got a nurse to help me surprise her. She was. I wanted give her something to take home.
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