I woke up this morning and decided to sleep in, as much as it is possible to sleep in with a three year old, having not had the chance to until this weekend and then having stayed out until well after midnight both nights (my own fault, I know). It got light out, and I dozed. W got up and hopped on the computer to play Green Eggs and Ham. I imagined it must be getting close to ten, the sun had been out for so long. When I finally sat up and located my glasses to view the clock, it was 7:45.
My first thought: yay – no more shooting dinnertime photos in the dark! And: come on, spring.
I’m touched, by the way, by all the concern over my hip. I was a little perplexed to be honest, because it wasn’t really all that bad, but then I realized I had added seriously to the end of my wipeout report, which likely led some of you to believe I had seriously injured myself, when in fact what I meant was along the lines of – you know you’re getting old when you start using phrases like “a sack of peas the size of a polar bear’s pilllow” and falling and hurting your hip. Like, seriously. So really it was more Valley Girl slang than reference to the intensity of my injury. In reality all I ended up with was a sore neck and a bruised right bum cheek – which should totally not have happened considering the amount of padding I have on said cheek.
(Mike, on the other hand, suffered a more severe injury last week: he has become addicted to my Grandma’s peanut brittle, and so learned to make it himself, and sustained a rather large napalm-like burn on the tender outside of his forearm as the stuff overflowed out of the pot when he added the baking soda. On the same day. We’re hoping this week won’t require as much ibuprofen.)
I have just finished up as many new photos as are going to get done for the re-release of Grazing (it goes to the printer on Friday – eeek!), and this was one of them. For dinner I added the rest of the can of coconut milk (not the healthiest ingredient, I know) and put the lot over rice. (And at around the same time, halved the jumbo IKEA cinnamon bun my well-intentioned mom brought over on the weekend, dipped it in milk and egg, and cooked it up like French toast. A less food-addicted person would have simply tossed it out.)
Curried Coconut Mango Chicken in Wonton Cups
Coconut milk is astonishingly high in fat and calories – light coconut milk is a much better choice, and if you want to boost the coconut flavor even further you can add a drop or two of coconut extract. These cups make great use of leftover roast chicken or turkey.
24 wonton wrappers (plus extra, if you have enough filling for more)
a drizzle of canola or olive oil
1 small onion, finely chopped
2 garlic cloves, crushed
1 Tbsp. grated fresh ginger
2 cups chopped cooked chicken or turkey
1 Tbsp. curry paste (or to taste)
1/2 cup coconut milk (light or regular)
1/3 cup mango or peach chutney
Juice of 1/2 a lime (about a tablespoon)
Salt to taste
Chopped fresh cilantro (optional)
To make the wonton cups, press fresh wonton wrappers into mini muffin tins, pressing any folds firmly to the sides, and bake at 350°F for 5-10 minutes, until golden. Set aside to cool.
To make the filling, heat about a teaspoon of oil in a skillet and sauté the onion for about 5 minutes, or until soft. Add the garlic and ginger and cook for another minute. Add the chicken, curry paste, coconut milk, chutney, lime juice and salt. Cook, stirring often, until bubbly and thickened. Cool slightly or chill before spooning into wonton cups. Sprinkle with cilantro.
Makes 2 dozen cups.
Per cup: 69 calories, 1 g total fat (0.3 g saturated fat, 0.3 g monounsaturated fat, 0.3 g polyunsaturated fat), 7.1 g protein, 7.3 g carbohydrate, 16.8 mg cholesterol, 0.1 g fiber. 13% calories from fat
We are finally meeting for “Book Club” this week – on Wednesday night! For those of you who don’t know about Book Club, it really has nothing to do with books, but is all about getting together to swap notes and support each others’ weight loss efforts (and eat cupcakes, most likely, but the meeting room is at the top of a big flight of stairs, so that’s something) – if you are interested, email me and I’ll send the coordinates.
I myself am not as stellar an example as I have been since the beginning of January… upon wrapping our three week shoot and then starting to get up at 4:30 am to do traffic reports, I kind of collapsed in a heap of chocolate, bread and cheese. And let me tell you, I don’t feel any better for it. Or more relaxed, or energized. It’s funny how quickly you forget. (They say your body remembers – yes, mine remembers being over 300 pounds…) So tonight I’m going to attempt a reasonable number of hours in bed (last night was interrupted every 20 minutes or so by Lou very loudly barfing about 3 feet from my ear, then barking at whomever delivers the newspapers at 5am. It’s a good thing he’s cute. And oh – it’s his first birthday today) and then back to the gym and reasonable eating habits again tomorrow and we’ll see if we can’t swing this freighter back into the right direction.