Asian Turkey Lettuce Wraps

I know obesity is a problem in our country. But for some reason, I still found it shocking when I read that the average American gains 1-3 pounds a year after age 20.

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It might not seem like a lot, but think about it, if you are a 5’5″ female with a weight of 130 at age 20, by the time you’re thirty, you could be up to 160 pounds.  Continue reading

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Roasted Veggie Pizza Rolls

With Lent over, and Easter behind us, I can eat cheese again. (YAY!)

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When did I realize exactly how difficult it was for me to give up cheese?

When my boyfriend and I went to this tiny, hole-in-the-wall pizza place that has the best garlic cheesy bread ever, no joke, and after eating a plate full, we contemplated ordering another before we started on our pizza. Continue reading

Roasted Butternut Squash Soup

Mmm…butternut squash. So tasty, but so funny looking. And have you tried to peel and chop those things? Not an easy task.

Too awkwardly shaped to peel in a coherent way, and slowly oozing sticky juices, it can become a kitchen disaster pretty quickly. Not to mention the arm workout you’ll get trying to slice that thing!

So why bother?

Because butternut squash is like vegetable candy. Bake it, roast it, and you’ve got a magical little veggie that brings Autumn to your table. Continue reading

Zucchini Tots with Spiced Mayo

If you’re like me, you love yourself some tater tots. Fries are great but, let’s face it, though they are both children of the potato, there’s something about their little barrel shape, crispy outsides, steamy insides, and perfectly dip-able round bottoms that blows fries out of the water. (Except waffle fries…that’s a tougher battle.)

If I needed any further proof, a whole array of hot dishes have been centered around the tater tot. Possibly only in Minnesota, but still, can fries claim such culinary achievements?

However, if you are also like me, you do not like what tater tots do to the way your jeans have chosen to fit you today.

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