Recipes and dietician jokes
April 23, 2016 :: 4:01 a.m.

So I just had a really creepy moment, it was nearly 1am watching naked and afraid alone in the living room. While eating my nearly midnight snack time dinner, because my sleep schedule is weird like that.
Hubby had been snoring, very loudly, the past two hours. At first before I gave up and got out of bed I thought it was one of the cats crying, but every time I tried listening to see if it was outside or the hall his snores got too loud. Ten minutes later I was outside in the backyard with the dogs, enjoying the bright moon. And I could here it through our window, not a cat, just part of his breathing.
But anyway, back to after that when I came back inside, cooked myself some pasta, and all the animals were asleep in the living room around me.
When suddenly there's a light coming on in the office, I can see it's his computer screen coming on.
But how is that possible when nobody was in there to have somehow moved the mouse?
So I decide to venture down and look at his screens, the left side one has his games, the right side one has his browser for watching shows or music, etc. And on the right one is the facebook funnies site soooo...
The first thing I see is this REALLY SPOOKY CAT with demon eyes staring at me, naturally I have to read the comments.
Sitting in his chair, watching to make sure nobody else moves the mouse or anything.
It's not crazy talk, cuz at his work he usually does control this one during the day from his office comp. So I'm like WTF nobody would be in his office, right?
That wasn't freaky enough at all, huh.
Anyhoo now I give up on watching my shows, they seem to just be all old episodes they wanted to retitle and label "new" anyway. Didn't change anything other than choosing the ones where people did the most days alone without a partner. Bleh. Reruns I must delete, after getting excited for something new.
So yeah, there's still so much I've been wanting to write about, I reckon taking a whack at it here and there will be the best method or sorting my head out. It may take awhile.
More about yesterday, after the doctor visit. It was pretty much a monthly check up, since my Bear was in the hospital with a bad infection then diagnosed with Diabetes. Yes, that's actually how our honey moon month ended in February. We didn't go on a trip after the wedding, but our roommate the jew did. So we were blessed to have privacy and get used to just being the two of us again. We've lived in our house for three years, but usually have roomies and in December his ex moved out with her 3 kids. So we went from a way too full house, to having a month of cleaning up the mess and destruction they left behind.
Then the wedding, and Jew went off for a full month to go visit friends and family across the country. But right before he came back, hubby had a sore that kept growing, and I tried to tell him to go to the hospital thursday or friday, but he refused saying if it wasn't better by monday he would.
My sister had told me to look up such and such, then the story of when she had a sore like that and how long it had put her in the hospital for. That she couldn't even go back to work for months afterwards, details and more scary details. That was such a long weekend of worry.
By monday it was so much worse, it hurt him to walk or move, even sitting really. Yet he STILL didn't want to go to the ER, he had looked up a urgent care place instead and headed off.
I had to realize I couldn't go with him, because I had to be here to take care of the animals and house, and since I can't drive if it took too long and he went to hospital, I couldn't get back home.
Sure enough, he got told at that place that it was too bad, they couldn't do what he needed there. He needed to get to a hospital ASAP, it probably needed surgery.
Very very very long day alone. And even longer night. Plus, I can't sleep in my bed because if it's the really really bad staff infection, I surely didn't want to catch it, that would be a very very bad thing. I have no health insurance and can't handle the hospital. I'd been starting on serious cleaning and disinfecting processes.
So a day passes, I'm going nuts cuz I have no way to even go see him. Getting any updates isn't often enough, he needs to rest a lot and they have him medicated up good.
But my sister calls after work and says she's driving down here(it's a few hours away) so it's only because of her that I was able to go see him that week, I wouldn't have been able to go shopping for all of the new medicines and first aid things he needed either.
Heck, I'm such a mess I wouldn't have been able to even get the prescriptions cuz I was panic attacking and it took forever and she's been through it all before, knew exactly the things that were needed. Ugh I felt so useless during all this! Thank the gods for her.
Though when we went to see him, she made us do the full outfit of protective gear head to to: we had the bonnet, masks, styrofoam type gown, booties over our shoes. Ugh!
He just kept laughing at us randomly from how ridiculous it all looked.
Oh well, laughter is the best medicine, right? So we were helping him heal.
That's what I told myself, anyway. All in the name of healing.
So flash forward back to the follow up check up yesterday. We didn't have the money to buy him more insulin(they had him on two kinds regularly) at the end of that month, so he had to get through a week without them.
But something strange happened... his test numbers were looking really good, even without it.
Even better sometimes.
So him being so cheap, he kept going. Testing and recording it, but not getting more insulin.
Even cheating on his diet here and there, to extra test it. And seeing that it was really high after we came home from a day out and eating what we shouldn't, he then tested it an hour later and saw that it had dropped down like crazy.
There's no way a diabetic could have gotten it back to a regular level that fast.
So sure enough he took those numbers in for the doctors to look at.
First he had to see a nutritional lady, then the other doc. So he comes out with sheets of paper and I start reading the recommended meal plans and such. Scrawled on the side is something written, so I turn the paper to read it "HEB unsweetened van almond milk" and I laugh, he says "Ohhhh yeah, she told me that's what she likes instead of drinking regular milk. That I drink way too much milk. As soon as she said it, I laughed and told her that almond milk was probably in the fridge."
Sure enough, he read it that night and it was the same exact brand and everything.
But that's my milk, he won't touch "that nasty stuff" she told him to drink it, maybe add some splenda.
Bleh, I don't even drink that stuff. I have it on hand for cereal or smoothies, etc. One time last month it upset my roomie cuz he was complaining about the cup of water he took from the table not being clean, that it had white milk stuff on the bottom.
And I'm like "that makes no sense, all I drink is water, and it's on the table from me using it last night. Maybe Hubby grabbed it before work and had milk, I don't drink that."
Then he was like "Yes you do, you drink soy milk!"
But when I told him that I really never just drink that ever, for some reason he got huffy and thought he could argue with me about it.
Makes no sense... yes it IS a kind of milk, and I COULD drink it. But I know what I drink, and I really don't WANT to drink it. I think I would know that best, not him. LOL.
So yeah, hi there. I'm the lactose intolerant vegetarian, I was vegan for ten years or so. Meat and milk just make me sick. The past five years I've also had issues with gluten off and on again. It's a matter of just learning what I can tolerate, and what I can't. Some brands of tortillas kill me, while others don't. I have to learn my limits, like two sandwiches in one day is pushing it on my bread limit. A bagel might be fine, but pancakes will surely hurt me, if I push it and go for them 3 will be good, a fourth will kill me all day.
Thank god I got the lactose tolerance up enough that I can get away with ice cream, though I really SHOULD give it up. Hahaha..
I was always the little girl as a kid who loved ice cream as my most fave thing ever.
But milk made me sick.
So yeah, there is always a lot of irony in all of this.
While I was in the waiting room for a couple of hours, I of course started flipping through the magazines and reading recipes. For having so many diabetics there, they sure did have a lot of cake recipes on display, agh! 3 of the covers at least, and of course more in the pages. There was one I really wanted to try, and then there was a rhubarb chess pie that I mos def wanna try. I wound up whipping out the cell phone and taking the best pix I could get of that page.
Hey, I've known folks who regularly just swipe the pages they like and take them home, or take the whole book. But I can't do that, I mean what if somebody is reading it and the other half of what they were reading is missing?
Plus I always scan the contents list, then go hunting for the page numbers of things that interest me.
And then those pages are the ones missing, of course. Doh.
No, I can't be that girl.
So I'm the silly one trying to take a good pic of a glossy page in an over bright, overcrowded waiting room instead.
I had to take a few different pics of it, cuz parts always came out blurred.
But, see, I figured if I didn't and just tried to remember it to google when I got home, that by that time I would forget what it was.
I forgot the other recipes I read already, see.
But nope, not this one. Now I can actually find it too. Plus even better, the online version has a note about using frozen instead of fresh, which I had been wondering if it would work or not cuz that's what I have in my freezer. YAY!
Better Homes and Garden Rhubarb Chess Pie


Pastry for Single Crust Pie
cups 1-inch pieces fresh rhubarb
1 1/4
cups granulated sugar
eggs, lightly beaten
cup whipping cream
cup butter, melted
cup lemon juice
tablespoon cornstarch
tablespoon cornmeal
teaspoon vanilla
teaspoon salt
Vanilla ice cream


Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Prepare Pastry for Single Crust Pie. Line pastry with a double thickness of foil. Bake for 8 minutes. Remove foil. Bake for 6 to 8 minutes more or until set and dry. Meanwhile, arrange rhubarb in a single layer in a shallow baking pan. Bake alongside the pastry for 10 minutes or until rhubarb is tender. Remove from oven; cool. Sprinkle rhubarb with 1/4 cup of the granulated sugar. Toss to coat. Place the rhubarb mixture in the bottom of the pre-baked pastry. Set aside.
In a large bowl whisk together eggs, remaining 1 cup granulated sugar, cream, butter, lemon juice, cornstarch, cornmeal, vanilla, and salt. Pour filling over the rhubarb in pastry. Bake for 40 to 45 minutes or until center is just set, covering loosely with foil the last 10 minutes of baking, if necessary to prevent overbrowning. Cool on a wire rack for 2 hours. Cover and chill up to 24 hours. Serve with vanilla ice cream.

From the Test Kitchen
Frozen rhubarb:

Substitute 2 cups frozen cut rhubarb (8 ounces), thawed, for the fresh rhubarb. Prepare as above.

There were two reasons this one caught my eye, because of that still being in my freezer while I wondered just what to use it in. It just didn't work out so well in my smoothies, the skin was tough. Then I didn't remember it when I made my blueberry pear cobbler, though that would have been a good idea too.
Now this though... this sounds yum.
Plus one of our fave pies that his adopted mom makes, especially for Thanksgiving, is a coconut chess pie. Mmmmmnn I fell in love soooo much with that one.
Then last year I got trickered and she didn't make it. Instead she made half her usual pies, and bought others from the store.
I went to take a bite of what I thought was my love, and instead it wasn't coconut at all, it was a plain buttermilk pie.
Which I had also never had before this.
I kept looking for the coconut. I wound up trying to shove most of that slice towards my Bear.
But he refused saying he was too full. Though I learned buttermilk was actually one of his fave pies too.
It was a sad sad thing for me.
Chess pies are amazing, I hope this one comes out great!

Second Recipe for tonight is moving on to the whole low carb, diabetic and gluten free friendly idea of using veggies instead. These are a couple of ideas for cauliflower.
Cheesy Garlic Breadsticks

Then here's what the last video made me think of.. i had seen them both before but really needed the reminder to try it more often. :)
Cauliflower Fried Rice
They keep using this for rice on My Kitchen Rules in Australia, and I kept forgetting to try it. Though I've attempted the biscuit and the pizza crust recipes before, this rice concept never crossed my mind before seeing it on that show.
Rice is one of hubby's main 3 staples of his life: rice, chicken, cheese. He can and has eaten it every day for weeks before, I kid you not. He killed our old microwave from cooking rice in it so often, it always had the door and walls covered with sweat and I would try to wipe it down when I saw he used it(and asked him to leave the door open to air out) cuz he surely didn't.
After a month without a microwave, I finally had him trained on using the rice cooker we'd had all along. Right before the diabetes diagnosis I'd talked him into buying an electric pressure cooking that has one of 7 functions to be a much better rice cooker than our dinky little one. It comes out so good, and we can make a whole weeks batch if we want! I had plans for precooking meals, so many plans.
I promised him if we bought this gadget, we would use it everyday and not just once then forget about it.
Not my fault, you had to go on a diet. /whistles
Anywaaaays, the old dead microwave he killed soon was turned into our new Breadbox for storage. But one day I was curious, we would "test it" because it hadn't fully died: it would turn on and say "end" but if you tried to push any buttons it went blank.
So random testing now and then and BAM it had finally dried out enough to start actually working again!
Eventually when the Jew's other Ex moved back to town, we sold the first one to her. And while he's been staying over there most of the past two months, he asked if he could buy the old rice cooker too. I hurriedly took it over to them one day, while we were selling the old PS3 to their other new roomie.
So yay, every thing is finding a place. Out of my way. LOL.
Oh yeah, and there's a third recipe I want to try, kind of in between all of the other ones: it's a pie AND involves a gluten free crust alternative.
Sweet Potato Crusted Spinach Quiche Another idea that seems so simple, sounds wonderful... and I keep not getting around to trying.
I really must do this soon.
But there's even worse ones to try too, and the bad ones seem to win.
Like this darned cinnamon roll cheese cakes I can't stop thinking about. Maybe tomorrow.
Then there's also the whole Periogi Lasagna I've wanted for over a month and I had seen the recipe a while back before that too, but we never have enough taters or cheese or sour cream etc. all at once.
Maybe tomorrow.
Then I go and make a big vegetarian shepherds pie the other night, that totally came about simply from wanting something quick and protein packed then deciding lentils would be a good choice.
but I couldn't just have them plain, oh no... it needed something, how bout a couple of potatoes.
I chose taters cuz I thought rice would take too long, and I'm not as big of a rice eater. I'm a pasta addict instead... yeah ya know, who has gluten issues.
Meanwhile my hubby is the total opposite, and never really likes to eat pasta, doesn't know how to cook it cuz he believes it takes longer and is more complicated than rice.
You would think he was Asian and I was Italian or something.
But no, you would be so very wrong.
You say TA-MA-TOE and I say tomato.
He says rice, I say pasta.
While those taters were a cooking it kept growing "if i get some corn out to go with them, maybe more veggies, there's extra broth, I can cook some TVP in it, make a sauce, mash the potatoes, might as well top with cheese... I'll just nuke a little bowl of it for tonight BUT tomorrow I can put the rest of it together and actually bake it."
UGH I totally got carried away, and there were SOOOO many dishes!!!
Usually when I get like this in the kitchen, I'm stressing a lot. Just like when he was in the hospital. I kept cooking extra stuff and freezing it. lots of soup, a few recipes, I wanted to bake so much. It was just being stuck in the house all alone for days too, right? Hmmmn.
Well maybe I am having anxieties again. Duh, I've finally come back to writing. All these signs sure point to a road other than my bed, when it's HOLY FUDGE ALREADY THE MORNING!


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