not sure what’s happening with this here blog but until i figure it out, here’s another recipe for you. it’s a real winner, i promise. my 5yo says, “mama’s meatballs are awesome!” and for a 5yo and her 39yo daddy to want to eat them is saying something. it’s a winner. that’s what it’s saying. you’re welcome.
originally these were referred to as mini turkey meatloaf because that’s really what they are since i make them in a muffin tin. but to get the kid to maybe try a bite, i called them “mama’s meatballs” and gave her a side of ketchup. she devoured it, and, like i indicated above, she says they’re awesome.
- 1 container extra lean ground turkey breast
- 1 large zucchini (or more), shredded
- 2 cups Kale (or more), chopped
- 1-2 cups herb seasoning stuffing (or a box of stove top would work too)
- 1 cup chicken broth
- 2 egg whites
- 1 tbspn paprika
- 1 tbspn parsley
- mix everything in a big bowl
- spray a muffin tin with cooking spray
- gather a handful of the mixture and make a ball of sorts to fit into muffin tins (12)
- bake at 350 for about 20-30 minutes
these smell amazing prior to baking and after. and they taste… wow. they really taste so freaking good.
these little guys are quite tasty and low calorie, not to mention quick to whip up:
- 1 cup whole wheat flour (next time I’ll do 1/2 cup wheat flour, 1/2 cup oatmeal)
- 1 tablespoon baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 cup old fashioned oats (next time bump up this amount and decrease flour)
- 1 cup mashed bananas (3.5-4 large bananas)
- 1/4 cup splenda (will probably eliminate next time)
- 3 tablespoon egg whites (you can use one large egg but that’s more calories)
- 1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
- 1/4 cup unsweetened applesauce
- Preheat oven to 350.
- In bowl mix flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, oats with a whisk.
- In another, larger bowl mash bananas really well along with splenda, egg whites, vanilla, applesauce.
- Slowly add dry ingredients to banana mixture.
- Scoop mixture into muffin tins (should make 12 muffins).
- Bake at 350 for 15-20 minutes/toothpick comes out clean.
I found these to be too sweet, but I’ve pretty much cut out added sugar from my diet. Next time, I will eliminate the splenda and possibly add a sprinkle of brown sugar on top before baking. Of course you could use regular sugar if that’s your jam.
I added the oats at the end when it dawned on me that I was originally wanting to make banana oatmeal muffins. Next time I make these, they will be done with 1/2 cup wheat flour, 1/2 cup oatmeal.
Before baking, I added mini chocolate chips to the tops of 6 of the muffins. With or without the chocolate, they are super sweet (hence wanting to eliminate the splenda next time). These would be awesome with some nuts, too.
12 muffins as followed calculate (on MyFitnessPal) out to 65 calories a muffin.
The holidays are upon us. Years past I’ve always made Christmas Crack and while the recipe makes a lot (I like to give something edible and yummy as little gifts) and is damn freaking tasty, it’s also kind of a pain to make. And, having lost 50 pounds recently, I just didn’t want the temptation so I searched for something easier- but just as yummy as a treat- and came across Slow Cooker Cinnamon Almonds on Pinterest.
These are seriously so freaking delicious. And easy. And delicious. And they smell amazing. And they’re delicious! I read different recipes (which were all the same) and comments and kind of did my own thing, which is why I’m calling them Candied Almonds and posting my own recipe.
Ready for something fantastic and easy and oh so delicious that will make your house smell so incredible?
In a bowl, combine 1 cup white sugar, 1 cup brown sugar, 2 Tablespoon cinnamon (I only had like 1 Tablespoon so I also added some Nutmeg) and mix. In another, larger bowl beat one egg white and 2 Teaspoon Vanilla extract until nice and frothy. Then add your almonds to this and make sure to stir and coat every almond with the froth. Once that’s done, add your sugar mixture and mix mix mix mix mix.
Then spray a crockpot with cooking spray, dump the almonds inside, cover, and cook on low for 3-4 hours, stirring every 20 minutes or so. About an hour before time is up, add a little water (I added some water to my cinnamon jar to get all the cinnamon I could since I was too lazy to go to the store on the Sunday before Thanksgiving for cinnamon) and stir stir stir. And keep checking on it and stirring it until most of the liquid dissipates.
When that happens, after about 3-4 hours total, dump mixture onto parchment paper and, with clean hands, separate almonds or they will stay clumped together. Let sit and cool for HOURS. Then you can jar up (the remainder- because let’s be honest, you’re going to be eating a LOT of this in the process… you know… to test it out and ensure it all tastes the way it should) and give someone a gift of these fantastic yummies!
It’s been about a month or so since being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. Once I got past the anger toward myself for letting my body, my system get to the point where I could get diagnosed with diabetes, I started to put that energy into … MYSELF.
The past month has been quite interesting.
It started out so. fucking. hard: Going from consuming literally whatever the hell I wanted, whenever the hell I wanted, to 1200 calories a day was.. fucking hard.
But what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, eh?
A month later and I’m down 25 pounds. Not bad.
some of the food i’ve been enjoying
I feel really damn good… alive… energized. (I’m even taking about 6K steps a day, hoping to get up to 10K a day.)
I feel like this is it for me.
I feel like I’ve finally come to terms and accepted that yes, I have a problem with food (much like some may have with alcohol or drugs– yes, MUCH LIKE THAT!!) and it’s up to me to change this problem.
I feel like I’ve finally accepted that it’s okay to feel a variety of ways and NOT turn to food. It’s okay. I’ll be okay without that crutch.
It’s only been a month. That’s not too horribly long.
It’s long enough to consider it a giant step toward succeeding.
I simply have no other alternative.
I ate more than half of this fresh baked blueberry cobbler yesterday.
It was quite delicious at first, but that’s not why I continued eating the thing. No, I continued eating it for various other reasons:
- Because Taye didn’t get out of bed till Lovie and I were out the door to go to the park at 11:30AM.
- Because she was too tired to ride her bike home and we had to wait for Taye to come get us. And wait. And wait because “getting clothes on” takes the man half a fucking hour each and every time.
- Because he ate a piece of my pizza I reheated instead of getting his own that rested, already reheated, near the toaster oven.
- Because I wanted to nap and during that hour I could hear Lovie shouting: “Where are you, dad? Where’d you go?!”
- Because I know how immersed she gets while play-dohing, which she was when I laid down, so I can only imagine how long he was in the bathroom in which he spends hours daily. HOURS.
- Because he disappeared back into the fucking bathroom, just minutes after I got up, where he stayed until Lovie and I started banging on the goddamn door to get his attention after going on a search for him.
- Because Lovie begged her now-snoring-on-the-couch dad to open the front door so she could go downstairs to play since she was bored (I wouldn’t open the door for her).
- Because I finally had fucking enough of her begging and his motherfucking snoring that I got up and started vacuuming the fucking play-doh bits while telling him to DO something with Lovie if he wasn’t going to open the door for her.
- Because he then told me I was crazy …that I was hearing what I wanted to hear …that he wasn’t snoring …that he wasn’t sleeping …that he was just sitting there sprawled out on the couch (not sleeping) …that I was pissed because of something- who knows what- and he was the victim to my insanity.
- Because I wanted to take him and shake him so fucking hard that maybe his head would snap off and then he’d be able to finally SEE that he DOES fall asleep on the fucking couch any and every goddamn time we’re all hanging out …that he DOES go to the bathroom multiple times a day and spends a RIDICULOUS amount of time in there every fucking time …that his kid is bored because he does NOTHING (active) with her …that he’s fat because he doesn’t fucking MOVE.
- Because if I didn’t eat half of the fresh baked blueberry cobbler yesterday, I’m certain I would’ve packed a bag, grabbed my child’s hand, and left.
And why? Because he snores. Because he takes forever in the bathroom.
WHAT’S THE FREQUENCY, KENNETH?
Now, had I not just finished bleeding last week, I would’ve chalked up my insanity to PMS, but the fact is that I ate more than half a fucking blueberry cobbler yesterday because of all that shit up there.
Not because I was hungry.
Not because I wanted the funky shits.
Not because I just couldn’t stop eating it.
But because I gave up, like I often do, and turned to food.
I know this, and I’ve known this for a long time, yet I can’t seem to fix it.
But I sure as hell can grab another spoonful of that there deliciousness. Like it’s my job.