Fixed one of our new favorites last night... and even Carly ate most of the veggies... a first for her! And Michael... well, obviously, he loves his Chinese food... he was pretty excited.
This stir-fry is so easy, and VERY tasty... I use...
Sliced button mushrooms
green onions
1 rib diced celery
1 pkg. fresh snow peas
1 head nappa cabbage
sliced chicken breast
I use a combo of olive oil and a little sesame oil for flavor to cook it it.... and I vary the amounts of veggies used depending on how many I am feeding...
First you cook the chicken and put it off to the side... (I wipe out the pan and start again with the oil!) I put all the veggies except the cabbage in the wok and continue to stir it until they become tender (NOT mushy) then I add the cabbage as it wilts pretty fast... I throw in the cooked chicken... and then I add some soy sauce (also depends on the amount of veggies I have!) Stir that around a bit then move the veggies to the outside edge of the wok and add some cornstarch mixed with water to the boiling liquid in the center to thicken the sauce a bit.
I serve this over minute rice cooked with some chicken broth for flavor.... YUMMY and healthy!
And just as we sat down to eat, Mickey has to "go downstairs for a minute"... and up he comes with a dozen roses for me to enjoy over the weekend!!! How sweet is that?!
Happy Valentine's Day to you all...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Loved the meal...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Miracle or Mystery?
Asking that you go back to visit my friend Erica's blog again today... some might say a mystery... me... I'm callin' it a miracle.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Pay a visit
Please take some time today to visit the blog of my dear friend Erica, what she has shared today will bring a lot of things into perspective in your life.... and then take a moment to be in prayer for her little princess, Emily. And say a prayer for Joe and Erica as well... they have such a burden they are carrying.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Birds...
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Matthew 25 - 27
We woke up to around 4 inches of snow this moring... and I must say even though I really HATE snow, it was definitely beautiful! Now, the birds were all flitting around the feaders, which they had nearly emptied yesterday in anticipation of the snow. So, out went Mickey to clean and fill the feeders. The birds are now completely satisified and and hanging around outside both our front and back windows.
The birds were taken care of... they had NO worries... they just came to the feeder and they were fed... and how I wish I could be like one of those birds. If I could just give up on all the worrying that I do... and know that I can go to the Creator and be fed... that He will take care of all of my needs... and that he will do so in such a fashion that I will have NO worries.
Today, I think I've learned alot from the birds of the air.... and I'm thankful for God's reminder!
We woke up to around 4 inches of snow this moring... and I must say even though I really HATE snow, it was definitely beautiful! Now, the birds were all flitting around the feaders, which they had nearly emptied yesterday in anticipation of the snow. So, out went Mickey to clean and fill the feeders. The birds are now completely satisified and and hanging around outside both our front and back windows.
The birds were taken care of... they had NO worries... they just came to the feeder and they were fed... and how I wish I could be like one of those birds. If I could just give up on all the worrying that I do... and know that I can go to the Creator and be fed... that He will take care of all of my needs... and that he will do so in such a fashion that I will have NO worries.
Today, I think I've learned alot from the birds of the air.... and I'm thankful for God's reminder!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
When I grow up....
I always KNEW two things when I was younger... I wanted to be a mom, and I wanted to be a teacher. The mom thing was pretty evident to anyone who came near me! I LOVED being around babies. If there was a baby anywhere near me, you could bet I was parked right next to it. As I grew older, I pestered my aunts unmercifully until they would let me hold their babies. (Sorry to all my cousins that I drug around!) I could sit and hold a baby for the longest time, never tiring of looking at their little hands, their faces, and making them smile.
That "mothering" even carried over into my high school years, where I was called "mom" by people both older and younger than me. I was the shoulder that was sought out to cry on, I was the ear that listened to all of the problems. I was the voice that instilled some sense of sanity into a day. I am a people person, and even today I find myself listening to others, and loving on them the way that God would have me do.
Now... the other quest... teaching... that wasn't so evident to those around me. When I did finally go to college in the 80's, I studied Business Management... not something that I've used much over the years since.
When I returned to school last fall, I decided that I would go into the field of Medical Assisting... afterall, the medical field is booming right now. There will always be the need for those in the medical field... people are ALWAYS sick, right? So last semester, I took 9 credit hours towards that goal, and got a 4.0... YAY me.... and I was happy with that. This semester... I signed up for more classes, and then I realized something... I still wanted to be a teacher.
I struggled for a time with those thoughts. I asked God why I should change now... with classes already under my belt... it is a crazy idea! And the answer... I was BORN to be a teacher. So, over the summer I am changing my goals... and while the thought of losing what I've taken is daunting, I feel a sense of peace about the whole thing.
When I told the teacher who I worked for as an aide for a couple of years she said, "Finally... I told you that you were born to be a teacher."
When I told Michael's teacher she said, "That is great, Carol has always said you missed your calling, and I agree."
When another kindergarten teacher found out she said, "I think that is wonderful, you'll do great. You were born to teach!"
All words of confirmation that I needed to hear.... and I believe that they were sent to me by my Father, who has known all along that he created me for this... and he has been waiting patiently for me to "get on board". So God... sorry about your wait... I hope that I make you proud!!!
That "mothering" even carried over into my high school years, where I was called "mom" by people both older and younger than me. I was the shoulder that was sought out to cry on, I was the ear that listened to all of the problems. I was the voice that instilled some sense of sanity into a day. I am a people person, and even today I find myself listening to others, and loving on them the way that God would have me do.
Now... the other quest... teaching... that wasn't so evident to those around me. When I did finally go to college in the 80's, I studied Business Management... not something that I've used much over the years since.
When I returned to school last fall, I decided that I would go into the field of Medical Assisting... afterall, the medical field is booming right now. There will always be the need for those in the medical field... people are ALWAYS sick, right? So last semester, I took 9 credit hours towards that goal, and got a 4.0... YAY me.... and I was happy with that. This semester... I signed up for more classes, and then I realized something... I still wanted to be a teacher.
I struggled for a time with those thoughts. I asked God why I should change now... with classes already under my belt... it is a crazy idea! And the answer... I was BORN to be a teacher. So, over the summer I am changing my goals... and while the thought of losing what I've taken is daunting, I feel a sense of peace about the whole thing.
When I told the teacher who I worked for as an aide for a couple of years she said, "Finally... I told you that you were born to be a teacher."
When I told Michael's teacher she said, "That is great, Carol has always said you missed your calling, and I agree."
When another kindergarten teacher found out she said, "I think that is wonderful, you'll do great. You were born to teach!"
All words of confirmation that I needed to hear.... and I believe that they were sent to me by my Father, who has known all along that he created me for this... and he has been waiting patiently for me to "get on board". So God... sorry about your wait... I hope that I make you proud!!!
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