In full disclosure, I need to give all credit where credit is due. This recipe is straight from the webpage AHealthyLifeforMe.com. But it just sounds so yummy and so simple that I couldn’t help to to share it with you. It’s made up of a few ingredients and requires almost no cooking! Isn’t that the best?
Veggie trays are found at quite a few gatherings and potlucks but are usually accompanied by some not so healthy sides. So if you’re headed off to somewhere and need something quick to make, try this out! I’ll be making this for Easter Sunday along with a simple green salad.
Broccoli Pesto Dip
- 3 cups raw broccoli, cut into small florets and stems
- 3 medium garlic cloves. peeled
- 2/3 cup sliced or slivered almonds, toasted
- 1/3 cup Parmesan Cheese
- 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
- 1/4 cup olive oil
- 1/2 cup Ricotta Cheese
- Cook the broccoli by pouring 3/4 cup water into a large pot and bringing it to a simmer. Add a big pinch of salt and stir in the broccoli. Cover and cook for a minute, just long enough to take the raw edge off. Transfer the broccoli to a strainer and run under cold water until it stops cooking.
- Add broccoli, garlic, the almonds, Parmesan cheese, salt, and lemon juice in a food processor. Drizzle in the olive oil while machine is running, once blended and ricotta cheese and pulse until smooth.
Sure, I’ll host Thanksgiving.
Actually, saying it that way means that I was answering a question. As in, “Will you host Thanksgiving?”
And that’s not really how it went.
It actually came out as, “Hey, I can host Thanksgiving.”
I grew up in a small family where my aunt hosted Thanksgiving in her home every year. While the last minute cooking was underway with gravy simmering and grandpa carving the turkey, my ten year old self was enjoying shrimp cocktail, black and green olives, mixed nuts and a cheese ball with crackers. Eight of us would then sit around her dining room table quietly enjoying a thoughtfully prepared Thanksgiving feast. I would sip cranberry ginger ale from a pewter wine glass and anxiously await the arrival of the next dish to scoop onto my plate.
After dinner, we would find ourselves in the living room while Kenny G lulled us into a turkey-induced nap. Upon waking up from our food comas, round two would be taking place with at least three different pies, coffee and vanilla ice cream. And if I was lucky, after dessert was done, I would have birthday presents to open with my birthday falling toward the end of November. I did this every year for almost 25 years.
When I volunteered (sacrificed) myself to host Thanksgiving, it was for my father-in-law’s family. There would be around 35 people in attendance. A few years earlier, I had hosted a combined Thanksgiving and Christmas for my mother-in-law’s side with close to 70 people so I thought, “I got this.”
Gone were the relaxed, intimate holidays I had grown up with. This was a whole new ball-game- the kind with no referees, or rules, but still lots of yelling, cheering, booing and whistles. It is here that I should mention that I am also a type-A introvert so clearly, this was a great plan. (more…)
Hillside Middle School
When I was at Hillside Middle School, once acknowledged by Ripley’s Believe It or Not for having three ground level entrances on three different floors and all on the same road, I had a social studies teacher named Mr. Scheithe that loved to tell stories. It was this knack for telling tales (some tall), that got me an A in a class that I would have otherwise disliked; history and I are not friends but his musings made it more memorable. One of the units that we covered in great depth was Ancient Egypt. And of course, in this section, we talked about the role of the great Nile River. It was near impossible to make it through this section without hearing the quote, “Denial…it ain’t just a river.”
I was reminded of this quote this past weekend when on Sunday night, I started reflecting on all of the crap that I had eaten over the weekend. At the time, I was somewhat aware of what I was allowing myself to do. There was no agreement that I had made with myself prior to the onset of the weekend; but maybe there was. (more…)