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Lockdown saved by Kale Macaroni and Cheese

Boston is on lockdown today. I decided to go through my pantry to see what I could make.

KALE MAC & CHEESE
Box of Annie’s white cheddar mac & cheese
1 cup of kale
¾ cups Japanese panko
2 tps garlic powder
1 tps black pepper
½ tps Hungarian paprika
1 tps provence blend herbs
¼ raw unsalted pepitas

Cook mac & cheese as instructed on the box then fold in the ingredients. In a bowl, mix all the spices together with the panko crumbs. In a medium size casserole dish, pour the mac & cheese in and sprinkle the panko crumbs on top. Scatter raw peptias on top and spay with a bit of grapeseed oil or olive oil. Bake at 350 degrees for about 12 minutes.

Moving day 1 of 2

Time to move again. A friend let mine loaned me their car to move some things. As I was running errands, I stopped by Russo’s and picked up some tindoras. Initially, I was going to cook them in a curry sauce, but I ended up sautéing the them with spicy Thai chilies and garlic instead.

Tindoras with toasted peptias over mixed rice, Pete and Gary’s egg. I thought the veggies would taste like cucumbers, they don’t. There’s a nice crunch and a bit of sweetness comes through.

How do you know if you don’t try?

It’s one of those days that I feel like progress is too slow with the brand and my personal life is a hot mess. Times like this I resort to the combination of exercise, reading inspiration quotes & articles, remind myself of what really motivates me to strive for success, and visiting the produce section of a nice grocery store. Sounds rather odd that I just openly admitted this, but I it’s relaxing to me because it reminds me of happy times spent with friends and family over a great meal, the colors make me happy and bring me back to the basics of what’s important in life. Friends, family, good food, and health. I’m working to eliminate the word if in my vocabulary.

Here’s a good article I read today about conquering confidence killers from Sheryl Sandberg’s perspective.

Happy Lunar New Year

One of my cousins had her second child. I’m in up state NY visiting and spending the Lunar New Year with family. My mom cooked up a feast for all of us. There’s nothing like mom’s home cooking. To health and happiness!

From left to right: sweet and sour chicken, snap peas with chicken gizzards, salted chicken with scallion and ginger dip, braised taro root.

After the Lunar New Year celebration, I went to NYC for an event for women entrepreneurs. I stopped by the local Lululemon store to check out the bulletin board for guest passes to yoga studios in the area. The ladies at the store suggested I take a class at Pure Yoga in the West Village.  The class was good, but the instructor didn’t seem to mesh well with the corporate environment at Pure. He would probably be happier teaching in Brooklyn instead. Overall, I would come back the next time I’m in town though!

Dumpling Fillings and Fears

Last night I was in my mom’s kitchen to test three different kinds of vegetarian dumpling fillings: kale, taro root with toasted sesame seeds, and curry cauliflower with toasted pepitas, a new recipe idea I developed.

When all the dishes were washed, my mom and I sat down and chatted. Over the years she’s been slowly revealing more of her past, most of which I’ve never heard before.  After she was abandoned in China, she would spend nights walking the streets because she had nowhere to sleep. Fearing something bad would happen, she kept moving because she felt that if she was at least on the move, it would be harder for others to harm her. She encountered challenging situations through the years to say the least.

During my commute to meet a buyer at a store this morning, I reflected on what my mom had told me the night before and was over come with emotion. So many things had to happen in order for me to be here today.

Staying with friends and having my stuff around town makes me feel extremely unsettled. I view this as another day of opportunity to turn things around, not only for myself, but also for the girls that need me. I’ve never wanted to succeed at something so much before. I want to bring hope to girls and know it’s one of my life’s mission. I would love for my mom to still be around to see the impact she’s made not just for me, but in how it’ll be paying it forward.

We have to overcome our own self doubts, fears, and take a risk.