Ratatouille Isn’t Just a Movie!!!

….but it’s a very fun movie!!!  However…the first time I actually ATE ratatouille is when D made me a vegan birthday meal in 2008.  It was very cute…he made a homemade chipotle hummus (that was amazing) and ratatouille.  Just proves earlier points I’ve made…he CAN cook (just doesn’t)!

I made it once since my birthday feast, but it wasn’t very good.  There is a version in one of my newer cookbooks – the one about vegetarian slow cooking – and there was a recipe for slow cooker ratatouille.  As it happened, I had all the ingredients (including the basil plant outside… THANK YOU S to make some homemade pesto!), so I decided to pop it into the casserole shaped slow cooker and make some.  It.  Was.  AWESOME.  Eggplant, zucchini, red onion, tomatoes, and yellow bell peppers.  After simmering all day, I made a homemade pesto (of fresh basil leaves, lots of garlic, olive oil, and nutritional yeast for a cheesy flavor) to stir into the dish just before serving.  It was so flavorful, I can’t imagine that I haven’t made this before.  I ate it on top of some brown basmati rice that I soaked for 2 hours and then made in my groovy rice cooker.  It may be a simple “peasant” dish, but it was anything but boring. 

As most people know, I have a love affair with rice.  I haven’t met one I didn’t like, and I have finally found a compromise rice with D!  He’s a white rice kinda guy, with long grain and basmati being his favorite.  Of course I’m a whole grains girl, and don’t really eat much white rice.  I found some brown basmati at Sam’s Club some time ago, and have only made it for me (and to put into Sammie’s homemade dog food!)…Based on my meltdown last week, I decided they’d all just have to cope with the brown basmati for their dinner too, and fortunately, it went over well.  I made them a simple chicken stir fry over the rice with some asparagus, so I think we all ended up happy.

I had a really early meeting, and ran out of time to make a breakfast.  Fortunately, D had bought me a bunch of Clif Bars at Trader Joe’s a couple weeks ago, so he grabbed one to toss to me as I ran out the door (doctors need to meet either really early or really late – so today it was early).  Lunch was more leftovers of Hungarian goulash (the last of it, which makes me both happy and sad!).  My afternoon snack was a cup of popcorn (no Twizzlers), and of course dinner was the ratatouille and brown basmati rice.

On to the exercise (or lack thereof).  Today was a gym day, planned for the whole family to do our Fitlinxx weight lifting.  So what happened?  We all were looking forward to it – R was even trying to negotiate with D to let us all swim after…and then storms hit.  I was glad I was home by then.  The storm didn’t last long, but it was very intense.  My power flickered, but didn’t go out.  Internet went out for a few hours (which tends to totally throw a family like mine).  My next door neighbor had lightening hit their tree – which fortunately fell forward instead of backwards (onto their roof) or sideways (onto my cars!).  D got home, and we all changed into our gym gear.  He tried calling the Y to make sure they were still open, and there was no answer.  That should have been telling.  We decided to go anyway and hope they were open.  They weren’t.  Their power was out, as was every single traffic light and shop between our house and the gym.  We must live on a divine street, because we seem to be the only one that didn’t lose power.  

So we did what anyone would do.  We came home and made dinner (oh, and had a beer or two).  No workout tonight, but not for lack of trying.  Can’t get upset when there were good intentions waylaid by nature!  So…bottoms up!!! 

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I am a 45 yo busy career single mom and doctoral student attempting to find her inner athlete, be a gluten-free(ish) vegan, and find a way to balance it all without going crazy! I love to cook, read, run, box, do yoga, dance, travel, and learn as many new things as I can - which often gets me in trouble.... I am passionate about life in general, and if I didn't write about it, I'd probably implode.

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