I should be working on book three of the Elesin Vollan Story but since I have severe procrastination issues, I’ve decided to share the meals that I cook. My goal is to cook every week using meals I’ve found on Pinterest and critique them. I’m sure that I will make it until the end of the month before I am bored with this blog but here we go.
As a single person who seems to always be in-between jobs, I like to try to cook great meals on a budget. I hope to inspire individuals to share their meal ideas and experiences with the others. I will also provide pictures of perfectly executed meals but also the not so perfect as well.
The first in the line up Three Envelope Beef, which is my go-to for a quick no hassle crockpot meal.
3 pound beef roast such as chuck roast
1 envelope of dry Italian salad dressing mix
1 envelope of dry ranch salad dressing mix
1 envelope of dry brown gravy mix
2 cups water
It calls for 2 cups of water but I use 1 cup since the beef creates it’s own broth. I also throw in some red potatoes and onions. I place the meat in first then toss the vegetables on top. In a bowl, I mix the dry ingredients into the water. Once properly mixed, I pour the liquid over the roast and veggies. On high, it takes about 4-5 hours and on the low setting 6-7 hours.
Obviously, since I’ve made this before, it’s quite tasty and the cooking instructions can’t get any easier than this. I can’t tell you how many servings it makes but if you are single, you will have so much left over that you will consider becoming veggan.
I have seen this post pop up every year about the 1970’s Vogue Magazine diet. After seeing it for the Elventy hundreth times, I decided to try it. Side note: I am on Rally; a weight loss program sponsored by my company and have lost 12 lbs so far. At the start of the process, my weight was 172.9 lbs. I have a vacation coming up and need to lose more belly fat. I’m not concerned with the lower half of my body because thick thighs saves lives.
I am guessing that this diet worked in the past because most of the people who tried this diet were on cocaine which is an appetite suppressant. So, I’ve heard. The diet as you see below, consist of an approximately 800 calorie diet plan that keeps you drunk throughout the day. The calorie count for me is higher because I have a Keurig and I like my lattes which are about 100 calories. I’m doing black coffee for dinner because, I’m not that crazy.
I searched online for reviews of other bloggers who have tried this diet and the reviews are that they have lost weight but they quit by the 3rd day. I was determined to see this all the way through. I took off work for 3 to try this. This means that I will be away from temptations and I don’t have to drive around on an empty belly while drinking wine throughout the date. Safety first. The cheapest bottle was $22 dollars, and I was not spending $66 for three bottles of wine just to experiment with this ridiculous fad diet. Franzia had a box for $15 dollars which was more economical. A bottle of wine at 5 oz per glass will add up to 5 glasses of wine for each day.
Breakfast: I tried sleeping in but who am I kidding. Once you are over 35, there’s no such thing. Even if you go to be after midnight. It’s sucks to be an adult. Anyway, I when I got up to do my daily routine, I remembered that I was doing this crazy crash diet (minus the cocaine). I just knew that I was going to start craving things that I had not had since I was a child but no, breakfast wasn’t that bad. Before you judge me, I am not the skipping breakfast type of woman. I tried the slim fast shake breakfast one year and practically fell all the way out after two hours. However, since the one egg is solid, I did not have any issues.
Lunch: I still had energy to do my chores. After getting my pedicure, I decided, noon would be a great time to have my lunch. As I look at my two eggs (whites only, I hate the yokes), I began to have second thoughts, but the hunger pains were light, so I pushed on. I did not feel like doing much in the form of working out, but I was able to do about 30 minutes on the exercise bike.
By no means am I a PH D in anything but I think my antidepressants are helping me get through this. I did not notice that the bloggers had experienced headaches by this point. But they also did not mention drinking any water. I am a firm believer in water. Hydrate! Hydrate! Hydrate! After sipping my glass of wine, I realized that lunch called for a second glass, and I was already feeling floaty after just one glass.
I was halfway through my second glass, when I began to have an outer body experience. I was going to try to post my progress on TikTok but there was a lot going on internally that I decided that I needed to use my words. By 3 P.M., I was looking forward to my 5 P.M. dinner consisting of a steak smaller than the palm of my hand. Seriously!
Dinner: I drank black coffee an hour before my meal. I sipped it slowly because the diet stated to finish off the bottle of wine. The very miniscule piece of meat called dinner gave me life. Day one was not as challenging as I thought it would be.
Day 2: Surprisingly or not really, I slept through the night. This was the first time that I had gone to bed at a decent hour and did not get up at 2 A.M. scrolling through all my social media sites. I woke up a bit famished, I think that my body is getting used to the ridiculous food portions. Again, I’m not a doctor but I think my anxiety meds and drinking tons of water are helping me through this process.
I am down three pounds. After my “lunch”, I did not feel hungry at all. That is probably where the wine comes in, but this is not as traumatizing as I thought it would be. I was able to do my regular daily activities, slowly but I was able to function.
Day 3: I survived this whole ordeal and lost a total of 4 pounds on this “diet” plan. It got me to a point that I have been trying to get to for a while. It’s a dramatic way to get there but it worked. Now I wonder if when I go back to my regular 1650 calorie diet plan, will the pounds stay off? Do I recommend that you try this fad diet? No, absolutely not. There is something strange about being tipsy all day for three days and you are not on a beach vacation. Also, I’m sure my kidneys are in shock from the daily intake of boxed wine. If you do feel adventurous and need to drop 4 or 5 pounds for a trip, have at it.
I haven’t blogged in a while but here we go. I’ve been on the market for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to date. Then again, does anyone date? When I was in my twenties, I just ended up with men who were in my fun circle. We never really dated but it worked until it didn’t.
Fast forward to my forties. Fortunately for me, I’ve held on to my girlish charms. The old adage “black don’t crack,” holds true with me. Thanks mom! Wink, wink. Anywho, after a decade or more of dating hiatus, my poker buddy forced me away from Netflix to be an active senior.
I’ve always stood by the don’t shit where you eat philosophy. However, my poker buddy convinced me to go out with this dude from work. He was short, bald and not even close to my type. (Shut up bestie!)
Anyway, he opened and closed my doors, he was generous, and was patient. We dated for a strong three months then he changed. Maybe it changed when I saw him in the nude and all I’ll say is that I’m not good at hiding feelings. My face rats me out every time. He had potential for good things.
Two weeks after, I’m not sure what happened to little man but he’s gone and didn’t offer up an explanation. I didn’t press because I guess at 40, we just don’t give a (you know what). NEXT!
Now I’m back trying to get put myself out there by playing poker and socializing. Unfortunately, most of the men who approach me in poker leagues are long time members of the AARP or have one more summer and one more winter. A small fraction of the other men could be my sons, married and on the prowl or maybe on some sort of government watchlist.
I play poker with the same revolving crew of people. The most interesting one I’ll call him Fred Durst because of his resemblance to the singer. (No mother, not the man who killed his wives.) He’s a white dude who probably grew up in the hood. He’s very funny and down to earth. I’m relatively interested but cautious.
Fred Durst calls me Queen every chance he gets and asks me out every chance he gets. I of course turn him down because, he’s not my type. (Jen! Don’t go there.) At the end of the night he walks me out and kisses the back of my hand. Then he disappeared.
He returned after about a six month hiatus because he was “working.” I think he was in jail? But thinking like that is probably why I’m still single. Moving right along, Fred sat at the table next to me. He flirted with me and winked every time our eyes met. I thought to myself, maybe I’ll give him a chance.
Soon we’re down to the final table where we could have an actual conversation. He was sweet but then he asked, “what’s up?”
I said “I’m just trying to get some points and you?”
“I’m tryna get wit you. What’s your safe word?”
Me “<insert big eyes emoji>”
Him, “my safe word is… I can’t remember because I had an out of body experience. What in the Kim Kardashian and R Kelly is going on here? You haven’t asked me out on a proper date yet and I was all on board unil you got all Christian Grey on me. In a way I am glad that he let his freak flag fly up front. I know we are grown and life is short but I want romance. Well Limp Bizkit, I must pass on your twelve inch tongue and French tickler.
I guess romance dead? And dating a thing of the past? Is anyone getting married or are we just in long term free agent type relationships? Me thinks I’ll just stick with Netflix and in my retirement age co-habitate with my sister.
I remember sharing tales of my childhood with my niece. She found it difficult to understand how much freedom we had at a young age. My sister and I were free range children. We stayed home alone and roamed the streets until the street lights come on. Her eyes were wide as we explained how during the summer we were not allowed inside until the adults returned home from work, were done with their naps after working long days or having sexy times. I’m almost positive that last one was a reason.
We didn’t have lunchables. We didn’t have bottled waters or cell phones to get us through the day. We actually had to forage for nourishment throughout the day. Sometimes during the entire summer. We had to interact with strangers to find out where the candy houses were located. The search for these strangers homes was a fun adventure. We used the loose change we found on the ground or saved up in our penny banks for funding.
One could actually buy candy, (good candy) for a penny or five cents. Chips and Soda cost $.50 and I think pickles were either $.25 or $.50 as well. The children in the neighborhood would pull their resources together to get snacks to sustain us throughout the day. Honestly, I’m surprised that we don’t all have diabetes. Anyway, as I digress. If we were thirsty, we drank from water hoses. Sometimes that unfiltered water was the best tasting thing ever on a hot summer day.
We didn’t have cell phones. We actually had to search on foot or bikes to locate our friends. In doing so, may have picked up a few new friends on the way. I feel sorry that my niece will never now a time where she could go out until dark without worry. That she will never know what it’s like to catch frogs in a creek. I feel sorry that she would never know the of being a free ranged, carefree kid because there was a network of retirees who watch out for us. Older siblings of the kids we played with warning us of the houses to stay away from to keep us safe.
We were allowed to be kids. We were allowed freedoms that her generation will never know. Sometimes I wonder how my friends and I ever survived. I remember a few friends and I being so trusting that we got into a white van with some white men. These men ended up taking us to a church camp where they feed us lunch, taught us fun church songs then carted us back home safely. As a matter of fact, I need to ask my mother if she knew about that? Did they get permission? I could have ended up in the trade. Anyway, I survived.
I cherish those days and I feel sorry for the generation who live in a world full of villains. A world where innocence is preyed upon. A world full of cynicism and hate. To not have everything posted on the Internet. They don’t have to rely on their memories to recall fun times. They will never know the joys of playing kickball in the street with an audience of neighbors cheering us on. It really did take a village to raise us. I’m so glad that I experienced that life. Those truly were some good times.
I’m sick of people using someones differences as an excuse to kill. I have been reading post and comments about the mass shooting in Orlando for two days. Most of the comments mention the need for gun control. I have mixed feelings about that. Yes, controlling who can carry a weapon and the number of weapons that one person can own should be regulated but I don’t think that’s the problem. As we’ve seen throughout history, people with hate in their hearts will find a way to inflict pain. People have used fire, bombs and knives to kill blacks, gays, religious fanatics and pro-life supporters.
I think these problems would decease if we embrace humanity and the love of our fellow man. We spend so much time judging everyone, creating separation within our own communities, which makes it easier for an outsider to target. We as a people need to be aware that when you create an atmosphere based on looks, background, race, etc. it creates segregation. As we’ve seen throughout history, when a small group is X’d out of a community for being different, they are targeted. It makes it easier for a black man to be shot on the street like a dog, or a gay man/woman to be beaten because he/she is holding hands with a loved one, or a woman to be assaulted for being too “sexy”.
We really need to come together as a community to tear down these walls of segregation and be more open. We need to band together to insure that no one is singled out and targeted. Stop making negative comments about different races. Stop rude comments about someone whose religion or sexual preference is different than yours. Sure, you have a right to share your opinions but don’t beat a dead horse; move on. We get it! You don’t have to agree with everything but we do need to band together. Even in the world of the animal kingdom, it is proven that if a smaller animal or group is separated from the herd, they can and will be picked off by a bigger and meaner predator.
Let us not forget that we are all one nation, we are all one people. Let’s take back the power from the haters and fill this world with love. Love someone who is different than you; invite someone into your group that you ordinarily wouldn’t invite. Let’s make everyone feel welcomed. Maybe if we stop excluding groups for being different we can make it harder for those with blackened hearts to focus on an individual group to direct their hate. As usual we will heal from this mass shooting in Orlando and we will etch this into our memories like the countless other horrifying events that affect our lives but this time, lets learn from this and make a change for more humanity and human compassion.
My work brother and I finally completed this challenging puzzle. We had a few meltdowns… And by we I mean he but we powered through it. #puzzleandchill continues with another puzzle and more wine. ￼ @rskee
Everyone has heard of Netflix and chill, well… My work brother and I are trying to get a new trend going called #puzzleandchill. This is where you sit around, drink some wine while doing a puzzle. So far we’ve complete a few puzzles. Hopefully, we can post some interesting stories and pictures. Stay tuned.
So, I have split one of my story ideas into two separate stories. Would it be weird to write two love stories centered around one person with different lovers? One tale depicts the love between two men from very different backgrounds. The other depicts a young man who falls for a much older woman, but there’s a twist. Well, maybe I’ll write both to see where the stories take me. In the meantime, I’m going to attempt to finish The Elesin Vollan Story this weekend. I need to get him taken care of before starting my next three or four projects. Wish me luck.
It’s getting down to the wire. I promised myself that I would finish up book three by the end of this month. As I look at the calendar… Anyway, I can still make it happen. Pray for me. I need focus and I need to prepare for my next two, actually the projects. Hopefully I can get this completed but Sunday. Why not Saturday? I’ll be geeking out at comic con… And yes I’ll be dressed up.
2 jars (6 oz each) Green Giant™ sliced mushrooms, drained
1 cup sweet Marsala wine or Progresso™ chicken broth (from 32-oz carton)
½ cup water
¼ cup cornstarch
3 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
Meal three of cooking with Pinterest is Chicken Marsala. Yes, this is another crockpot meal but what can I say… I love my crockpot! The instructions were very clear and simple. I only forgot two ingredients: fresh parsley and cornstarch. I also cut the ingredients by half. The instructions state for you cook on low heat for 5-6 hours. I used 4 thinly sliced chicken breast and it cooked quicker than noted in the instructions. I’ll let you in on a secret I learned to thicken any sauces, Minute Tapioca. You frown but it works and it’s flavorless. One tablespoon should work for half portions.
As you can see from the picture, placed the chicken and mushroom sauce on top of brown rice with a side of Brussels sprouts with black pepper. I know I said that the three envelope beef was my favorite but this one has taken its place. I guarantee that you will love this as much as I do. I will be making this again. Enjoy!