Watched: Forks Over Knives

Read: Veganist

Hence, all the new recipes I’m trying. Favorite newly learned word: flexitarian. Making an attempt to go mostly meat-free for 2012. So far, delicious and a better consumption of all the “free-time” I have while only marginally employed, as opposed to the usual routine of worry, look for a job, and generally be curled into the fetal position.

Anywho, on tonight’s menu:

Savory Couscous
1 Tbl. butter
½ cup carrot, shredded
2 Tbl. green onion, finely sliced
1 cup fresh mushrooms, sliced
1 ¼ uncooked wheat couscous, small grain
2 cups chicken broth
1/3 cup pine nuts, toasted
1 Tbl. fresh basil, minced
salt and pepper to taste

Melt the butter in a medium sized sauce pan over medium heat.  Add the carrots, green onions and mushrooms to the pan. Sauté for 1 -2 minutes until the mushrooms have softened slightly.  Add the chicken broth and bring the mixture to a boil.  Stir in the dry couscous, cover with a lid and remove from heat.  Let the sauce pan sit completely covered for 5 – 7 minutes.  DO NOT PEEK.  Sprinkle the pine nuts and basil over the top and toss with a fork.  Serves about 4 – 6 people as a side.

Live with intention.
Walk to the edge.
Listen Hard.
Practice wellness.
Play with abandon.
Laugh.
Choose with no regret.
Appreciate your friends.
Continue to learn.
Do what you love.
Live as if this is all there is.
― Mary Anne Radmacher

scottlava:

“I know exactly what to do.”

 The day is done, and the darkness
 Falls from the wings of Night,
 As a feather is wafted downward
 From an eagle in his flight.

 I see the lights of the village
 Gleam through the rain and the mist,
 And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
 That my soul cannot resist:

 A feeling of sadness and longing,
 That is not akin to pain,
 And resembles sorrow only
 As the mist resembles the rain.

 Come, read to me some poem,
 Some simple and heartfelt lay,
 That shall soothe this restless feeling,
 And banish the thoughts of day.

 Not from the grand old masters,
 Not from the bards sublime,
 Whose distant footsteps echo
 Through the corridors of Time,

 For, like strains of martial music,
 Their mighty thoughts suggest
 Life's endless toil and endeavor;
 And tonight I long for rest.

 Read from some humbler poet,
 Whose songs gushed from his heart,
 As showers from the clouds of summer,
 Or tears from the eyelids start;

 Who, through long days of labor,
 And nights devoid of ease,
 Still heard in his soul the music
 Of wonderful melodies.

 Such songs have a power to quiet
 The restless pulse of care,
 And comes like the benediction
 That follows after prayer.

 Then read from the treasured volume
 The poem of thy choice,
 And lend to the rhyme of the poet
 The beauty of thy voice.

 And the night shall be filled with music,
 And the cares, that infest the day,
 Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
 And as silently steal away.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ian Van Dahl – Come 2 Me

The first time that I saw you 

“Life comes without guarantees except… Laughing will brighten your day, smiling will enhance your eyes, and falling in love will change your life.”