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GOOD MORNING! This week you have a chance to win my newest DVD, Flowetry! To enter is simple. Just read this little blog, try the recipe and give it a name. Here's the story:
Last week I had salad on the brain. (Very unusual given the Vata inducing weather here in NYC, but the heart wants what the heart wants!) I had all the goodies I needed, fresh mixed greens, good whole grains (wheatberries to be precise), hearts of palm, and of course, avocado. Then I went to grab one of my favorite dressings, Annie's  Natural Woodstock Dressing (if you've had it, you know why I'm kind of in love). I was looking forward to (lightly) pouring the tangy, zippy concoction on my greens. When mixed with the avocado, it creates a creamy dream. Of course, I had about two drops left. As a resourceful (and lazy) chick (who didn't want to go to the store), I said to myself, "Self. You are creative and the kitchen is your domain. Whip this up yourself."
And that's just what I did. I wanted to share it with you all immediately, I really did. However, I just didn't feel right sharing a recipe I called "Cheesy Tomato Dressing". First of all, it's cheesy. Second of all, how UNCREATIVE. That's terrible. It can't go out into the world like that. Especially when it's inspired by something as sassy as "Woodstock" dressing! It was unacceptable to me.
So I'm reaching out to you, my premier test kitchen! Please click here to download the recipe. Try it, taste it and then give it a name (please, something other than "Cheesy Tomato Dressing") by sending an email here. We'll select a winner at random to win a copy of my new DVD Flowetry and you'll also automatically be signed up for my monthly newsletter with more great recipes (hopefully ones with fun names!) and tips to stay healthy all year long.
Happy salads make happy people! Enjoy and good luck!

Twas a few days before Christmas, sniffling all through the house
No one would come near me, not even a mouse. 
My bags were all packed, presents wrapped with much care
And hopes for warm FL weather when I arrived there.
Yet here I lay nestled all snug in my bed
While visions of flu season danced in my head.  
Oh no I prayed hard, this just can't be. 
Please please, dear Santa, keep the flu FAR from me. 
And in my stuffed head, there began a small clatter, 
The habits that keep me healthy, really do matter!
I sprang out of bed, covers thrown in a flash, 
And into my kitchen to raid my healing stash!
My neti pot filled, and ready to flow, 
Nasal passages clear with one final blow!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
Vitamin C, D and probiotics were all here!
My homeopathic remedies always do the trick
With all of this, there's no way I'll get sick. 
More rapid than eagles, the solutions they came, 
I'll add teas with all sorts of herbs to my game.
On ginger, on lemon, on honey, lickety split!
Cinnamon and cumin will always do the trick. 
From the tip of my tongue, through the system it goes
I can feel the energy as it more readily flows!
And Triphala Oil, applied just after bath
You keep my VATA at bay so I stay on my path.  
My humidifier runs all through the night, 
To battle the dry and fight the good fight!
Warm home cooked foods will heal me inside, out 
And soon a huge smile will replace this poor pout. 
For this is the season to be merry and jolly. 
Spread lots of love and dance under the holly. 
And speaking of dance, I have to remember to move.
Just enough to get the juices flowing, to keep me in my groove. 
A walk in the park, by the lake, at the beach
Are good enough to keep health all within reach. 
I'll keep sipping water and the alcohol at bay. 
To ensure I'm not feeling groggy all the next day. 
I'll get plenty of sleep and take rest when I need, 
My body, my temple, is what I will heed. 
I'm back on my feet and ready to go
It's time to enjoy the holiday, and just take it slow. 
So I wish for you just before I take flight, 
LOVE PEACE AND JOY, and to all a GOOD NIGHT!

Don’t get any odd, kinky ideas. This blog is not food porn. QUINOA is actually not a grain but a seed, rich in protein (and a complete protein, I might add, meaning it’s a wonderful alternative for vegans!) typically found in South American countries. The Incans referred to it as “Gold” and consider it a sacred food. (To learn more about it’s history and nutritional profileand benefits click here. It's good stuff.)
I’ll spare you all the nitty gritty details because you can Google and read it. I am simply sharing how one of my most favorite foods in the world made its way into every meal I ate today.

Today was probably the first really chilly morning I've felt this Fall. While I had some brown rice for breakfast yesterday, that stash was depleted during last night’s dinner, and I was craving something warm that could sustain me for the long morning and afternoon of teaching ahead. Too lazy to go to the store and get some oatmeal (and not wanting to take the time to cook steel cut oats!) I remembered I had some quinoa. 1 cup to be exact. PERFECT. Because quinoa takes less time to cook than most hearty grains (appx. 20 minutes) I could put it on the stove and it would be ready by the time I was through with my morning meditation. And by golly, that’s exactly what I did.

While I do enjoy the taste of quinoa on it’s own, it can tend toward bitter (it is actually a relative of leafy vegetables such as Swiss Chard and spinach, which would explain it.) And I like sweet in the morning. Hmmmm. How to jazz it up? Easy breezy. I took a small pat of REAL butter (no low fat, no vegan stuff, the REAL DEAL full fat butter . . . but just a tad) to add some richness. Dropped in some raisins while the quinoa was still piping hot, allowing the steam to soften the raisins. I would have liked some slivered almonds, but the cupboard was bare in the nut category so I sprinkled in some dried coconut shreds. Topped with a touch of REAL maple syrup (READ: NO Aunt Jemima), some flaxseed and a healthy dose of cinnamon. This, today, was heaven.

Cut to this afternoon. Depleted. Tired. And needing something between the afternoon snack of some hummus and carrot/celery sticks and an evening yoga class. I popped into one of my most favorite prepared food markets in the city, “Dishes” and picked up some simple grilled veggies. Yellow and green squash, grilled onions (which I’ve been having EVERY DAY for the past three days in abundance to fend off this cold. PS: It worked!) and some grilled carrots. I could eat these all day. Cue QUINOA! Heated a small portion in the microwave and topped it with the warmed grilled veggies and leftover hummus from the snack. Easy. Complete and satisfying.

Off to yoga.

Back from yoga. Hungry. Again. Had a few chips and salsa (courtesy of Laurie’s Buffalo Gourmet. Really  digging their Black Bean and Garlic variety. And they’re higher in fiber than most corn chips. Check em out.) while I whipped up the next easy concoction starring, you guessed it . . . QUINOA (this is the third way. In a DAY I may add.) Grilled up some onions (surprise, surprise) in olive oil and added the quinoa giving it a nice toasty crunchy quality. Threw on the leftover grilled veggies to warm them up and then added . . . an EGG! Salt and pepper. Now that I see all of these together, I guess it’s like a better version of stir-fried rice. Only with quinoa. Genius, if I do say so myself. Especially because this dinner can actually be a great breakfast too! Dinner, breakfast, lunch, snack. I’m an equal opportunity quinoa eater.  

I’m a happy, full and very satisfied woman. With more left over for breakfast. . .

What’s your favorite way to enjoy this wonderful ‘seed’? Would love for you to share your ideas here!

Ok, ladies. Let's talk about when it's appropriate for a woman to fake it. What I'm about to say may surprise you. NEVER. No, not in the bedroom. Why would we let men believe a mediocre performance is acceptable? It wouldn't be acceptable in the office, so why is it ok in our homes (or elevators, or restrooms, or . . . ?) Why should we PRETEND we're having a pleasurable experience when we're not? We constantly stay silent when things are not satisfactory. I know more than once, I've had a bad massage and haven't said anything while I'm basically getting chafed by someone's hands that are simply rubbing my skin as opposed to soothing my muscles. 
Let me tell you another time it's NOT OK to fake it. With your food. Food is meant to be enjoyed, celebrated and loved. Not feared and hated. I was inspired to write this particular blog when I went to make egg salad at my mother's house this week. I was craving some healthy protein and my mom's kitchen is not exactly what one would consider the mecca of healthy and nutritious food. The closest you could come to something green would be an old piece of romaine lettuce and the lime jello mold that has become notoriously synonymous with Thanksgiving in the Fortunes family. I did find a fresh bunch of celery stalks which was mostly meant for the holiday Bloody Mary's, but I devoured that within a day. 
All right, back to the egg salad. I figured within the rows of processed food that lined my mother's shelves and refrigerator, there MUST be some good old fashioned mayonnaise somewhere. But the only thing I found was a plastic squeeze bottle of some off white gelatenous gloop that was a mere shadow of the good stuff. Reduced fat mayonnaise. Nasty. This shit tastes like nothing real to me. No actual food product. Not eggs, not oil. There was barely an ingredient on there I could pronounce!
You see, my mother, like so many women, have fallen into the trap the food and diet industry has set for us. They've played into our collective 'fat phobia', making us believe that the number across from the 'calorie' and 'fat' listing on the package is more important than the list of ingredients. That we have to PRETEND to eat food that is totally disgusting, for lack of a better word, and made in a lab in order to loose weight. And then PRETEND to like it, too --- in order to achieve the figure the media tells us is beautiful. By the way, 90% of those women in photos and ads you see? They're faking it too. Whether pre photo, with plastic surgery, make up, and other medical wonders, or post photo, with photoshop. 
And I may be going out on a limb here, but I believe you are what you eat. And if you're filling your body with an abundance of "fake food" then you are slowly, from the inside out, becoming a 'fake' version of what you are meant to be. At any size, an example of true, radiant and vibrant health. Not health based on a number on the scale or in your jeans. 
I'm not suggesting you sit down with a jar of mayonnaise and dig in with a spoon. (Although, I have been known to do that with peanut or almond butter!) However, I am suggesting that if you want egg salad, by golly HAVE IT, and make it with the real deal. One tablespoon of full fat mayo goes a LONG way. And more importantly, tastes SO much better than anything less than it. Chances are you'll feel full and your craving will be satisfied. Whereas that low-fat shit in a bottle? All it's going to do, like a bad lover, is leave you unfulfilled, wanting more and craving something that truly makes you feel GOOD. Which is exactly how I felt after my pseudo egg salad. 
By the way, if you're interested, here is what I WOULD have made, had I had the right ingredients! 

Curry Egg Salad
Eggs. One of the most complete nutritious foods on earth, in my opinion. I don’t eat them often, but when I have a protein craving, this is my go to grub. Love this simple recipe.

1. 6 hardboiled eggs, preferably organic/free range
2. 1 red bell peppers finely diced (Orange or yellow is a good option as well)
3. 1-2 tbsp. Mayonnaise or Vegenaise (Although, if your using this for egg salad, it kind of defeats the ‘Vegan’ purpose. I just really like the taste.)
4. 1-2 tbsp. Dijon mustard
5. 1 tsp curry powder
6. 1 tsp cayenne (more if you like it HOT)
7. 1 tsp cumin
8. Salt to taste

Carefully peel hard-boiled eggs and remove shell. I like to use the yolk of 3 to 4 of the eggs and only use the whites of the remaining eggs. (Note: Please don’t be afraid off egg yolks! Unless you are eating 3 eggs a day, or have to watch cholesterol levels due to a heart condition, they are the most nutritious portion of the egg high in essential vitamins and minerals.)
‘Separate’ eggs with hands into large pieces and place in bowl. With a fork, begin mashing the eggs until the pieces are small. I like really fine pieces, so this step may take a few minutes.
Add 2 and stir together.
Blend in 3-7 and keep mashing! Chill for at least an hour and serve.

Brutal. That's how I would describe the heat and humidity thus far this summer. I don't recall even having Spring here in NYC. It went straight from about 60* to 90* once June hit. And since that didn't seem to be hot enough for me, I decided to head further south to FL for some additional torture the other week. If you've never been to FL in the summer it feels something like walking into a wall of heat. It stops you dead in your tracks. I've been brutally reminded of the importance of proper hydration the past two weeks, especially post exercise in this weather, whether indoor or outdoor. I returned from a bike ride along the beach and my aunt commented that I looked as if I stepped straight out of a magazine or tv ad. My back was wet and glistening. And no, I had not just jumped out of a pool. I was drenched in sweat --- and LOVING it. For the same reasons I do hot yoga and prefer no air conditioning while working out (Which is why I don't really like working out in a gym. I do it but always wish I could ask the manager to turn off the air and all the fans in the joint. C'mon ladies with the make up and hair spray. A little sweat will do your skin wonders!), I love working out in 95* heat with a shit ton of humidity. If I'm going to sweat, I might as well pour. Which is also how I've uncovered some great recipes and drink concoctions to stay cool this summer. If this weather is any indication of what the rest of the summer is going to be like, it's gonna be a LOOOOONG, HOT one. Just how I like it.

Some drinks I've found quite refreshing and their recipes, if necessary, are below.

ICED PASSION TEA:

4-5 Bags TAZO herbal PASSION tea (if you prefer a slightly caffeinated version, you can experiment with adding one or two bags of a green or white variety tea. I've done a white rose tea and a green lemongrass, both of which added a nice flavor with limited 'jitters'.)
4 cups boiling water
Stevia and/or agave nectar

Really, what could be easier? I've become addicted to this concoction this summer. Place tea bags in heat resistant container and add about 3 tsps of Stevia. I also add a little agave nectar. Play with your sweetener amounts. Depends on how sweet you like your tea. Pour the water over the tea bags and let sit for at least 20 minutes (I usually do longer). After steeping, remove and squeeze tea bags to ensure all flavor is eeked out! Begin to add ice, as the liquid will be quite concentrated. Chill in refrigerator and pour over ice anytime you need a refreshing lift. It's been the new staple in my fridge. Actually, I'm going to pour myself a glass now!

Something else I live off year round, but love it more in the summer, is the SYNERGY brand of Kombucha. Sadly, there has been some controversy over their truth in labeling the amount of alcohol (naturally occurring in all Kombucha due to the fermentation process) which has caused the company to pull it from the shelves of many major outlets (including all Whole Foods and most natural health food stores). I may have to resort to making my own again. Not the most space efficient task, but it definitely saves my wallet from being consistently drained! If you're interested in how you can 'grow' this healthy, amazing tonic yourself, click here.

Another great pick me up tonic, perfect for pre or post workout, is an Apple Cider Vinegar cocktail! Pour yourself some cold lemon or lime flavored sparkling water, add one to two tbsps. of Apple Cider Vinegar (I find Bragg's to be the best and they are the most well-respected brand), depending on how you like the taste, and a splash of cranberry juice. Easy and SO refreshing. 

Of course, you can't beat coconut water in this heat. The best way to enjoy it is right out of the shell, but I know that isn't always the most convenient or easiest way to get the good stuff. However, in my humble opinion, it is the best. Need to know how to open your coconut? Watch this. Of course, when I do it, I'm much less graceful and mine does end up everywhere, but whatever works to get to the good stuff. Other options? Buy one of the many varieties you find on the retail shelves these days. My favorite is Amy and Brian's, as I feel theirs tastes most like the real deal. They even sell one with the pulp! Delish. I also like VitaCoco or O.N.E. brand isn't bad either. Yes, coconut water really IS nature's Gatorade supplying electrolytes and potassium to the body in a most tasty way!

And to beat the heat in the kitchen, and save time, I've really been wearing out my food dehydrator. You can slice apples, (or any fruit for that matter!) and toss them with a little bit of agave and cinnamon, pop them in the food dehydrator and a day later you have healthy homemade apple chips! It sure beats using an oven. I've also been dehydrating onions, mushrooms and zucchini and they make great add ons in salad, if they ever even make it that far. I tend to eat them right of the dehydrator tray! You can learn more about food dehydrators here. Mine is an Excalibur and I LOVE IT!

Ok, one more recipe and I'm done. It's too beautiful of a day to be sitting inside typing anymore! This is SO simple and healthy. Who wants to end up slaving in the kitchen during the dog days of summer? This literally takes about 5 minutes and will keep in the fridge for a few days.

Simple Broccoli and Avocado Salad:

1-2 heads fresh broccoli (Broccoli is not one of the 'Dirty Dozen' so it doesn't HAVE to be organic, although I will always recommend that. But hell, who am I kidding? I don't always buy organic either. And there you have it.)
1/2 Lemon
1/4 cup Extra Virgin Olive Oil
1 Avocado (same with the broccoli with regards to 'organic')
Sea salt and pepper to taste

Super simple. Lightly steam the broccoli for about 3 minutes and until it's bright green (nothing worse than mushy broccoli!). Place in large bowl. With a small spoon, begin to carve 'chunks' of avocado and add to bowl. Add olive oil and juice of lemon and toss while still warm, as the heat from the broccoli will begin to 'melt' the avocado and combine with the lemon and olive oil to make a nice 'dressing'. Add salt and pepper to taste. Seriously. That's it. You could get creative and add some slivered almonds, or a little bit of red quinoa. Or just eat it out of the bowl. You can serve it warmor cold, in the air, in a chair. Speaking of chair, I need to get out of mine and get my ass outside! ENJOY SUMMER!

It's one of those evenings I truly wish I did have a television. I spent all last week cleaning up my receipts from 2009, getting my numbers in order, and, at the same time, getting my apartment in order. I was ready to rock and roll come Friday afternoon to face my accountant. Prepped as could be. And then he got on a call that went late . . . and later . . . and later. No appointment for me. So we had to punt until tonight, Monday. And wow. Let's just say the government does NOT make it easy for an entrepreneur (ah-hem, ME) to set up a business. I just found out a WHOLE bunch of stuff I didn't really want to know and it completely overwhelmed me. I feel like I've taken two steps forward and eight steps back. Between that and an intense rolfing session today, all I want to do is collapse on the couch and veg out. In the absence of a television, I figured I'd make some tea, indulge in my favorite chocolate chip cookie (that would be Nana's No Wheat) write a blog and tell you all the news that's fit to print (and there is some that isn't!) from the weekend, including my favorite new sandwich and other recipes I've had fun with. So here we go . . . 
Friday, in preparation for the tax appointment that never happened, I was getting shit done. Organizing, filing, cleaning up. Had a lovely late morning visit with a good friend who stopped by (I love NYC for that reason. No one ever just 'stops by' in L.A.!) an appointment here at home and finally, once I learned of the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you look at it. To me, it was just delaying the inevitable feeling of dread and depression that came this evening.) non-appointment, I was off to the gym to work on a new project. A little shopping for a new pair of sassy shorts I needed for a date that evening and I was feeling fine and ready for some wine! Or sake as the evening would have it. The special evening at Pure Food and Wine, my FAVORITE raw restaurant not only in the city but ANYWHERE, was meant to celebrate my supposed tax return. So much for that. So we drank to my date's (Let's call him JT. And no, while I wish it was the real JT, I'm not that good) bonus! And trust me, you need something to cover the bill at Pure. But it's worth the splurge. We scored a wonderful table in the outside patio area, perfect for a spring evening in the city. Magical actually. Or maybe it was just my White Light Tini, a fine combination of unfiltered sake, green tea, lemongrass and ginger. OH, how I love me some ginger. We started with the Organic Iceberg and Watercress Cobb Salad with Smokey Portabella crisps. HEAVEN! And the Nori Rolls. Once again, SCORE! So tasty. We moved on to the King Oyster Mushroom Scallops with Hijiki Seaweed Caviar (one of my faves) and the Sweet Pickled Tri Colored Beet Ravioli entree. THIS was pure food bliss. It was so amazing, so fresh and all raw. If I had someone preparing food like this for me every day, sure! I'd be all raw too. Not likely. Before I get on my soapbox on how f'd up it is that good, healthy, wholesome and nutrient dense food is inequitably more expensive than SHIT food that kills people, let me just conclude by saying we finished with the only reason to live. Pure's Mint Sundae. I don't care if you are raw, vegan, carnivore, omnivore, whatever! You'd swear you died and gone to heaven after just one sensual bite. (JT did!) It truly is an experience to be had. I apologize for the sub par photo. It should only provide incentive for you to go try it yourself. Thank goodness we ventured on after Pure to do . . . well what else do you do after a cocktail and a couple glasses of wine? DANCE! Somehow, JT and I stumbled upon this place called "Butter" (still not quite sure how we found this place...) which once downstairs, opened up to a club/lounge type venue. JT and I were in our own little world down there, dancing our silly asses off, albeit to a very random mix of tunes from the dj. Couldn't quite find one groove, but it was enough to keep us out until 1am. What is up with me and these late nights? Ugh. It has to stop. I need to buckle down and get to work. But there's plenty of time for that. Saturday found me with a client and then off to practice my own yoga sequence. By the time I retuned home I was famished. My plan was to head out to meet my girlfriend and new pimp, Lisa (she was the culprit of last weekend's debacle) and one of her friends later that evening (he'll remain anonymous unless it's time to introduce you to him . . . ) but I was beat. So why didn't I stay home and nap you ask? Because I'm obsessive, compulsive (yes, you heard it here first. and it won't be the last time) and felt I had to DO something. So after my new favorite sandwich (see recipe and photo below!), and some way too expensive but fabulously yummy raw Kale Chips (again, healthy=money. I can't seem to get away from this equation) I put on my Louboutins (ha, just kidding). My version of those would be my running shoes to brave the brutal wind that was blowing in the city and headed down 2nd Ave. to the Lower East Side to run some errands. Picked up some of the best beans ever for my morning lattes at Puerto Rico Importing Co. These guys aren't messing around. And it's the type of place I live for at prices that make conventional coffee sellers prices look like highway robbery. (which also makes you realize how OVER PRICED most beans are) You can't take photos and in true NYC style, they make the most out of their real estate cramping the space with wall to wall bins of freshly roasted coffee. They have a few locations here in the city and it's a must visit for any java lover. Despite the fact I popped a few dark chocolate covered espresso beans to add some pep in my step, I was still exhausted. I opted for the subway home and decided, by golly, my feet deserve a pedicure. A nice one. Yes, I'm the girl that keeps the same chipped and worn polish on her toes for two months. Whatever. I'm a dancer and my feet can't look pretty. It's a contradiction. But those toots were tired and deserved some TLC. Sixty bucks later, I walked out with pretty, smoothed, polished and somewhat relaxed feet and toes. Again, why does eating healthy and taking care of myself = BIG BUCKS?!? I vote for government subsidies of avocados, kale, onions, sweet potatoes, brown rice, tahini, hummus and PEDICURES. Only to squeeze them into heels for my evening appointment. Honestly all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch a flick. But in order to have the guy to cuddle and watch the flick with me, I must continue to endure dates and set ups and, yes, assholes. (That's a whole other story . . . I'll save it for the book. But what do you say when a supposed 'man' says to you "I guarantee my day was a lot worse than yours."? I was at a loss.) Ugh. I have a confession to make. I don't like getting ready. I am not one of those girls who lives for make up and getting dressed. I hate washing my hair. I dread doing my hair. I would stick it up in a ponytail every day of my life if I could. Make up, sometimes, I can handle. Tonight was not one of those times. Dread, dread, dread. Of course once I found something I felt slightly comfortable in and did all the requisite primping, I felt better and actually thought I looked quite nice. I got to the bar and ordered water. Wow, I was going to be a barrel of good times tonight. But I actually began to enjoy myself and after one glass of wine and many club soda and cranberry cocktails later. (the bartender thought I was crazy . . . I was sucking them down!) discovered I was hungry. The scent of bacon was wafting from behind the bar, and I'll tell you. I don't eat bacon but once in a blue moon. But damn, it smells good. I finally got some grub at another venue that was actually very cool called Schiller's. I was discovering a whole new world with this going out thing and enjoying it. Although a part of me longed for the days with my ex, not needing to do anything, go anywhere, get dressed up, drink beers, etc. Truth be told, a BIG part of me. Ok, back to the food. I am living proof you don't have to blow your eating habits just because you are out. Yes, it was 11pm, not the ideal time for dinner, but I knew I was going to bed no earlier than 1am and I was starved. Which was probably one of the reasons I was a little cranky. One deviled egg, 2 oysters and a KILLER artichoke salad later, I was feeling fine and had some pep in my step again. Plus, our bartender, John, was absolutely adorable and thoroughly entertaining. Good times. But time to go home and sleep. And sleep I did. Until 10:30am. Man, I needed that. I had still been battling the cold I caught from last weekend and I just needed to rest with no alarm, no agenda, no nothing to do. Couldn't really tell you what I did on a chilly, lazy Sunday (apparently nothing too good) but found myself at dance class in the afternoon (thank you James!) which always makes for a good day. I need to start going to different classes and dancing more. I forget how much, no matter what I eat, it FEEDS me more. Grocery trip to Whole Paycheck (Do you see the running theme in this blog?) and relaxing with another yummy sandwich (I'm addicted) and some "Breaking Dawn" (Hey, I don't have a television. It's the closest thing I get to trash.) and I was ready to call it a weekend. Done. And ready for Monday. And here I am, cursing the IRS and finished with the blog. Goodnight. Oh wait! Forgot my favorite sandwich! Pulls together some of my favorite foods EVER! And it really is so easy.

Hummus and Avocado Open Face Sandwich: 
1 slice whole grain bread (my new favorite is Hemp Seed Bread from French Meadow Bakery )
Generous slathering of hummus (I prefer my homemade hummus, but I'm a snob like that! Any fresh, store bought is fine. Remember, the less ingredients, the better!)
3 slices avocado
2-3 slices ripe juicy tomato of choice (heirlooms are coming around!)
Generous helping of fresh sprouts
Salt and pepper to taste

In case I really need me to tell you, here's what you do. Grab that piece of bread. Slather on that hummus. Place tomato slices on top, then avocado and top with the sprouts, sprinkling with pure sea salt and some pepper here and there in between. LOVE LOVE LOVE on your easy delicious 'sandwich'. If you're feeling crazy, grab another piece of bread, slather on some more hummus and top that sucker off for a true sandwich. 
Ugh, I forgot to give you the other recipes. (A new Tahini dressing and my homemade hummus recipe . . . ) But I'm tired. I'll post another blog just with those. G'night!

Why does having fun result in me HURTING the next day? Actually the next TWO days, as I just don't recover like I used to! The weekend started out innocently enough. Although I really didn't want to get ready for early work drinks at 5:30pm, I drug myself into the shower to head to one of my favorite restaurants in the city, TABLA in Gramercy Park. The weather was heating up and they have an outdoor patio. Perfect for cocktails with out of town guests, co-hosts of the Atlanta based radio show, Dr. Fitness and the Fat Guy, also known as Dr. Adam Shafran and Lee Kantor. Who, I may add, are particularly funny. I've done several interviews with these guys to promote my DVD's and I always have a blast! It was nice to finally meet them in person. They were very impressed with my choice of venue and by the time we finally secured an outdoor table, I was ready for the cocktail. I've also been particularly obsessed with one of life's most perfect food: the avocado! Does it get any better? Let me answer that for you . . . . NO. I would seriously question someone who doesn't adore the avocado. The only problem is that with an avocado, you must anticipate your cravings. Typically stores just don't have a wide selection of ripe, ready to go avocados. They take at least a day if not two to get to the perfect firm mushy consistency that melts in your mouth like butter. True nirvana. And I just found this website with a boatload of recipes all including the avocado. Ok, back to Friday night. Of all the amazing dishes on Tabla's menu, I went for the Guacamole (of course) with burdock root chips. Oh sweet heaven. Tabla does this typical Mexican dip much different. Big chunks of fresh avocado seasoned with one of my favorite spices, cumin, often used in Indian foods. A perfect snack, a perfect drink and perfect weather made for a perfect early evening with my out of town guests. After a pleasant walk down to Union Square and a brief visit to lululemon with Adam and Lee, I decided to head home early and get some rest, dreams of dancing avocados in my head! My dinner plans fell through (Dare I say I was stood up? That's a whole other story ... ) and I wanted to get up early and get a jump start on my Saturday anyway. 
If you've seen what's going on here in NYC (besides suspicious car bombs in Times Square!), you'll know I awoke to some serious sweltering heat, a la August style. With no air on in our building yet, I resigned myself to sweating the rest of the day! Which was a fine detox. After many morning chores and cleaning, I headed out to Central Park to get my run on. But after the initial 15 minute jog to get to the park, my knees weren't having it. So I settled onto a piece of greenery which became my own personal yoga mat. One hour later, and feeling dandy, I headed home, again, full of dreams of avocados! I had been invited to a Kentucky Derby party but wanted to make sure I at least had a snack before I moved on to a gathering of alcohol and what was sure to be not so good for me food. My plans were foiled. There were no ripe avocados to be found at any of my local stores. I was so disappointed, a little pissed off to be frank, but settled for a snack a little less satisfying. After a healthy afternoon, I was ready to head downtown for an adult beverage and somewhat mellow evening. I was wrong about the mellow evening, but dead on about one thing: BAD food. We're talking Kentucky Fried Chicken bad. And if you've ever thought to yourself, "Eh, it's chicken. Protein. How bad can it be for me?" Check out their latest greatest invention, the Double Down. I get ill just thinking about it. I mean I know the FDA is a relatively useless institution, but I'm shocked even THEY let this hit the market. To be honest, KFC wasn't even tempting to me. Maybe had I been hungry I would have succumbed, but I wasn't even close. Which is why it's always important to know where you're going and prepare accordingly. But on the flip side, a GREAT party. I met a lot of new fun people and even ran into an old friend I already knew. Small world. My favorite vegan yogi, Rachel and I eventually were ready to leave the temptation of Double Downs and bad mac and cheese to hit up on of my favorite vegan joints in the city, COUNTER in the East Village. Although, don't get me wrong, vegans have their version of junk food too. I certainly never feel deprived of anything. Can you say "Chickpea Popcorn"?!!? Rachel and I downed these puppies like nobody's business. I assumed they were just garbanzo beans cooked in olive oil, although I couldn't tell if they were roasted or pan fried. No matter, they are next on my list to try at home or for a dinner party! I would sprinkle with cumin and cayenne, and of course, sea salt! This recipe cooks them in olive oil in the pan and uses different seasonings, but it's definitely something to play with and a nice break from my traditional fave, hummus! OK, you may be asking "Where is the FUN in all of this? Sure, it sounds like fun and all, but til it hurts? Not so much." Well not YET. After a few more small plates like red quinoa with broccoli and avocado (See? Avocado!!!!) and Spaghetti Squash Spaghettini, PLUS a super delish panini with lentil walnut pate and rosemary aioli (Did I mention the apple cobbler with cashew milk ice cream? Ugh. . . ) I was ready to roll on out of Counter and walk off some serious calories all the way home. However, somehow, I got suckered into going to another party down in the Village. My friend had me at 'cute sports guys'. I'm so easy. Let the debauchery begin. Rachel and I moved on to Oliver's in the Village and stepped into a frat party. I'm sure these people were all very nice, but I was seriously over it. And the guys were cute, but not THAT cute. Ha. After about ten minutes, Rachel and I were ready to call it quits and my friend Lisa, a firecracker of personality, insisted we meet a certain sports anchor and golf writer. (To protect the not so innocent, I will let them remain anonymous) And those two are the ones that kept us at Oliver's til 3am. They had wit, smarts, HEIGHT, and charm out the wazoo. And, I for one, fell for it, hook, line and sinker. Stupid girl. Not to say I wasn't having a great time, but I felt like such a sorority chick, dancing in a bar to late night versions of "Boom Boom Pow" and "Toxic" (hoping I danced off some of that dessert!) And I hadn't had that physical, chemical attraction to someone in a while. It sucked me in and kept me there. I'll spare you the gory details, but there's just something about walking through NYC on a hot steamy muggy night/morning and kissing on the curb. Damn sports guys. Too make a long story MUCH shorter, I wasn't asleep til about 5am. And awoke at 11am. And I am NOT my sparkly shiny best on 6 hours sleep. I'm an eight hour girl all the way. Plus keeping those hours, your body is just all OFF. But I had to buck up because I had three classes to teach at Equinox. Once again, thank God for dance. (Watch one of my favorite lyrical pieces I've choreographed in a while here!) Needless to say it's Wednesday and I am just finishing this blog. I was hurting straight up til yesterday evening really. Between the classes, the Saturday evening spectacular and my own workouts, my body felt like someone hit it with a Mack truck, felt like it was coming down with a serious cold (Downed double dosages of Wellness Formula and kicked THAT in the ass! Booo-yah!), and I was feeling mild symptoms of depression, which usually happens after I drink, even minimally. (I had a beer and a half and maybe a sip of wine at the Derby party! That shouldn't even count!) So now you see where the HURT comes in. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I just don't recover like I used to. But was it worth it? Abso-you know what- lutely! And oh yeah, I almost forgot to give you my version of the wonderfully delectable red quinoa salad we had at Counter!

Red Quinoa Salad:

1 Cup Quinoa
1-2 Cups Broccoli
1 Avocado
Olive Oil
Roasted Almond Slivers or Roasted Pumpkin Seeds (optional)

Cook quinoa according to package directions (usually takes about 20 minutes). Steam broccoli. Slice and cut up avocado in cubes. Stir together and drizzle with olive oil and sea salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste. Top with a sprinkle of slivered almonds or pumpkin seeds! Eat it up!

So I posted on Facebook that I made the best darn granola EVER! Let me just tell you how gratifying it was, not only because the final product came out stupendous (at least in my mind, you can judge for yourself), but also because I have been meaning to concoct this recipe since the holidays. Yes, as in LAST YEAR, 2009. Ok, maybe it's just a month ago last year, but nevertheless. It is something I like to do for family and friends in lieu of big expensive gifts (sorry to those of you that didn't get a Rolex) as I think a homemade gift shows more love and care than anything you can buy in the store. And, well, let's just say I was in my own little world caught up in the throws of a break up and never quite got around to it. The ingredients were all there, and maybe the love I needed to give to creating the recipe was just dried up. (Maybe a metaphor for something? Hmmmm.) Anyway, Christmas turned to New Year's turned to January and forget it. This month was crazy. So I was thrilled when Thursday came around and I had NOTHING on my calendar until 6:30pm when I had to go teach at Equinox. I said TODAY IS THE DAY for granola! (And how often do you announce THAT to yourself?) Besides, I didn't need an occasion to share some homemade love with my friends. As a matter of fact, how nice is it to receive a gift for no reason? When you don't expect it? Pretty darn nice. So Ladies and Gentlemen, without further adieu, I give you, my 

 GROOVING GRANOLA:

2 c. oats (I used a mix of regular oats and this multigrain mix from Country Choice)
1 c. flaxseed
1/2 c. shredded unsweetened coconut
1 c. raw mixed seeds (I used sunflower and pumpkin but feel free to use just one)
1/2 c. chopped pecans
1/2 c. sliced almonds
3/4 c. sweetener (I used a blend of agave and maple syrup. You can experiment with honey too!)
1/4 c. Olive or coconut oil (if you like a more 'buttery flavor try Earth Balance or use a little less oil and add a tbsp. or two of butter)
4 tbsp. cinnamon (I also like to shake in a couple dashes of ginger powder, especially when using maple syrup as sweetener!)
3/4 c. dried fruit (I used a mix of cranberries and mulberries. Blueberries and/or gojiberries would also be great!)

Preheat oven to 275*
In large mixing bowl combine all dry ingredients (oats, flaxseed, coconut, seeds, nuts). Over low heat, begin to melt Earth Balance (or butter if you are using, with the oil) adding syrup (or honey) and stirring. Add cinnamon and continue to stir until completely melted and combined. Remove from heat and toss with dry mixture. (If you are only using oil, be careful not to burn. You just need to warm it enough so that it blends with the sweetener. Actually, if you're using just oil, you can skip this step and pour the oil and sweetener directly onto the mixture and toss well to coat dry ingredients, adding cinnamon after oil and sweetener.)
Spread mixture onto two large cookie sheets (you can use parchment paper on the baking sheet if you have it, but I didn't and it came out just fine!) and bake at 275* for 20 minutes. Toss and mix granola and place back in oven for another 15-20 min. (Oven temps vary and it will also depend on how 'well done' you like your granola.) Remove from oven and allow to cool. Place in bowl and add fruit mixture. Keep in airtight container until all gone! (Which, in my case was 2 days!)

Ok, here is something I failed to mention. You can also add DARK CHOCOLATE to this for a real treat. I did do a small batch like that. All you do is drop a few of the dark chocolate chips or chopped dark chocolate on top of the granola as soon as it leaves the oven and mix until the chocolate is all melted and allow to cool. Surely, your kids will be loving you and it's much better for them then, say, um COCOA PUFFS! Of course, I gave all of this particular batch to friends!

I just finished the remnant of this crunchy deliciousness as I write this, and am about to lick the bowl. I mixed it with this new sheep's milk yogurt I am obsessed with from Old Chatham Sheepherding Company (?!?) that I randomly found in my local health food store, the Health Nuts. It seems to be a somewhat obscure product with no fancy packaging or crazy marketing, but I'm telling you, this stuff is the bomb! (I just checked out their website and am loving their old school, organic farm photos. It's the real deal and a place like this should be where we get all of our food!) Sheep's milk is often easier digested than yogurt typically made with cow's milk. And this product has all the good stuff like the active cultures that aid digestion. PLUS, the variety I discovered had bits of real ginger in it but no other added sugars, fillers, and the like.The sugar content is relatively low compared to most yogurts (only 12 grams) and contains a nice amount of protein (8 grams). The saturated fat content is a little high at 4 grams, but I didn't even eat the entire canister in one sitting. I dipped into a little yesterday, had a little at night for a treat and added the rest to my GRANOLA this morning. HEAVEN!

 

Today was an odd day for me. Right from the get go, I felt a little 'off'. Like I was outside my body watching my life go on. I felt like 'something' was going to happen. Nothing monumental. Today just felt weird. Like a quiet calm before the storm. I was praying there would be no storm. 
And there wasn't. But I wasn't wrong either. I had an unexpected 'drop in' from the ex-BF. Although I certainly wasn't expecting it, I wasn't shocked. Like I said, I knew there was going to be 'something'. I just didn't expect to see 'this thing'.
Although it was a brief visit, it was nice to just have a connection again. A hug. To see someone you care deeply about is never a bad thing. 
But it did leave me quiet for the rest of the day. Not sad. Just quiet. So my day went on and I knew the best thing for me was yoga. I'm still a little tweaked from my Rolfing session the other evening. Not quite sure I gave my body enough time to rest after. What can I say? That's me. 
So I hit up a class at NY Yoga's hot studio. The heat of Bikram, the fluidity and dance of vinyasa. Sweat dripping. Cleaning, purging, releasing . . . ahhhhhh. It felt good. I was putty at the end. And as I mentioned in my Facebook post, I'm so thankful for my Manduka mat, for it reminds me to let go. And more importantly, it's not about how I can perfect a pose of twist deeper, but that I just show up. That in and of itself is healing. 
So in my reflective state, I decided to forgo a movie with a friend and come home and do what I love to do when I want to be quiet: cook. Or just get in the kitchen and create. 
And ever since I've returned from Los Angeles earlier this week, I've been having a difficult time getting my body back 'on track'. So I wanted to eat as clean as I could. Unfortunately, I think I may have a serious case of PMS so as much as my head wants to eat well, some part of me is screaming COOKIES and dark chocolate. Whatever. I'd try. I had some leftover grains and seaweed from my favorite macrobiotic meal at Souen the other day. But of course, I lapped up the extra dressing packed in my to go bag like a dog. So I did my best to re-create their Miso-Tahini yummy-ness the best I could. I knew of two ingredients in this recipe: Miso and tahini. The rest I made up as I went along. And I'll be damned if it didn't come out fabulously. So here it is (more or less!)

Magical Miso Tahini Dressing:

1/4 cup warm water
4 tsp. White Miso 
1/4 - 1/2 cup Tahini
1 tsp. Sesame Oil
Couple splashes Rice Wine Vinegar
Dash or two of Umeboshi Vinegar
1-2 tsp. Gomasio (I used the 'Black and Tan' Gomasio which contributed to the 'specks' in the dressing pictured left.)

As you can see, I drizzled my lovely creating over a bed of steamed kale, brown rye sticky rice (compliments of Souen!) and Hijiki seaweed (again, thank you Souen). Love in a dish. This dressing would also be great drizzled over some steamed broccoli or any other green so as not to taste too, well, 'green'. You don't need much and you do want to use sparingly due to a potentially high sodium content. Keep it lower by watching how much Umeboshi Vinegar you 'dash' in! (Of course, being the condiment queen, I use liberally. Oops.)
I settled onto the couch to enjoy my meal and decided to turn on the TV only to find the Hope For Haiti program running on all channels. (With the exception of Fox News, as my mother kindly pointed out. Ugh.) And I was all the more grateful for my tasty, nourishing meal. And like I did on my mat this evening, please, just show up. However you can for the people of Haiti. Whether it's a monetary donation or you have the time and the heart to donate time. Whatever you can do. There is also a program called Soles4Souls that is organizing local collection sites to help Haiti. And there is always your prayers and love. Those alone are a powerful healing agent in rebuilding the hope and spirit of those whose lives have been devastated by this terrible disaster. Love.

So here I am, at the local Starbuck's in Clarks Summit, PA enjoying a cappuccino less because I was really craving one and more because I was freezing my butt off (I think it's about 35* out right now, which is crazy considering it's only the beginning of November. It better warm up a little bit for tomorrow. I'll be sitting outside watching the Penn State/Ohio State game!) and because I needed a place to work where I could have an internet connection. My father isn't exactly up on the latest technology and wireless internet really hasn't entered his vocabulary. I think he just got off dial up about two months ago in his office. I'm hoping the minimal amount of soy milk in a cappuccino as opposed to a latte won't wreak havoc on my gut. I try to stay far away from processed soy products, especially the milk Starbuck's uses because it's usually the sweetened Vanilla variety filled with extra sugar. Eh, one won't kill me. Plus I'm on my way to work out so I'll burn that sugar.
Coming home to the small town where I grew up is always interesting. Things I love? The peace and quiet at night. The beautiful fall colors of orange and red leaves. Hanging out with some of the best friends I've ever had and ever will have. The slower pace of life. It reminds me of the important stuff.
Things that are not so great? Eating within my normal regime can be extremely challenging. Lucky for me, there is a saving grace. A store called EVERYTHING NATURAL (thank you Barry!) I make sure my dad goes in there prior to my arrival to get a few of the staple items I'll need (Almond milk, Kombucha) and then I usually do a follow up visit myself to see what's new and get the particulars I feel like that day. Knowing this store is there amongst a sea of processed foods stuffed in my cabinets at the house where I grew up is huge consolation. It's kind of a scary place in the overstocked kitchen. I never know who my stepmother thinks she is going to feed (a small army may stop by just for a snack?) but I swear, there are things that have been in those cabinets since I left for college. And trust me, that was a long time ago. Nothing that has a shelf life over 10 months, much less 10 years, should be eaten. Trust me, it ain't pretty.
So I come as prepared as I can to fend off the cries of "eat me" from the box of Wheat Thins (one of my processed food weaknesses). I brought my no wheat Olive chips from Food Should Taste Good. They have the least amount of ingredients that I can find in a chip/cracker (about 5) and are so delish. And I packed up some of my favorite, home made hummus. It's always a good idea when traveling to know a little about the place your going, where your roadblocks may be and prepare yourself as best possible. And then let it go. 
I wasn't sure what the heck I was going to do for lunch today. Maybe just get some natural soup and heat it up at home and try to avoid the Wheat Thins. Luckily, my good friend Beth, who just happens to be a great and healthy cook, invited me over. We had a lovely salad and some broiled salmon. Perfect. She also had a huge bunch of spinach and asked if I wanted to saute it. I took advantage of the opportunity to test out a recipe I've been wanting to try:  DAIRY FREE 'CREAMED' SPINACH. Oh my goodness! SO easy and SO good. Here it is:

3 cloves garlic cut or chopped into smaller pieces
2 bags pre-washed spinach
(fresh from a farmer's market is always better, but the organic packaged variety is most convenient)
olive oil
salt and pepper

Cover base of skillet with olive oil and heat. Place garlic and saute for about 2-3 minutes or until brown. Add spinach and cook until wilted. (Note: we had a full large bag of spinach which ended up being NOTHING. For full servings of this recipe, definitely use at least two bags). Transfer garlic and spinach to food processor and add salt and pepper to taste. Pulse until desired consistency is reached and add 2 tbsp. water if needed. We also added about another tbsp. of olive oil. POUR IT ON, don't be shy. Olive oil is a great source of healthy fats. Better than the butter and cream in traditional creamed spinach! Continue to pulse until consistency mimics traditional 'creamed spinach'. It will look like it too.

This was one of the best side dishes I've made in a while and OH SO EASY. It's a great idea to serve as baby food as well (without the garlic maybe) and a great way to ensure the spinach is digested properly. Many people don't chew their salads well enough to be properly digested. Beth and I decided it would be great as a base under white fish with some chopped black olives and maybe sauteed tomatoes. Yummmmmm.
So going home definitely has it's advantages. I don't have a Whole Foods or Gourmet Garage to just go and 'pick something up'. It forces me to get creative and cook. I may be coming home more often. 

Yesterday was filled with many mixed emotions. I was conflicted. While I enjoyed sipping a way too strong Bloody Mary, I was equally inspired by the tenacity and will power over 40,000 people demonstrated as they neared the last few miles of the New York City Marathon. I prepared myself well in the morning so I wouldn't feel so guilty as I indulged and others suffered. I finished half of a small muffin from my favorite macrobiotic restaurant here in NYC, Souen, with my morning half caf latte. (It was a gluten free, no sugar . . . must have been agave or something, blueberry muffin with coconut shavings. SO GOOD!) I have been craving eggs lately, so around noon, I met my aunt at another one of my favorite places, Le Pain Quotidien. They are a chain, so you may have one nearby. The food is organic, fresh and amazing. If you can avoid the bread, pastry and Nutella floating around, you're good to go! I had an omelet (and no, I didn't freak out about egg whites. I felt I needed the nourishment that the yolks provided) with some asparagus and mushrooms, small side of mixed greens and half piece of whole grain bread with butter (oh so good). A nice meal to fend of the nasty bar food sure to stare me down later. I get in trouble when I get hungry so I was glad to have, for once, prepared myself appropriately.
From 50th St. and @2nd Ave. I crossed over to 1st Ave.to walk along side the runners that were galiantly striding up town. I was completely inspired. I wanted to jump over the fences and run along with them (although I'd probably only make it a mile). Sadly I was forced to stay within the confines of the sidewalk, trying to keep a brisk pace, which was a challenge. I had to bob and weave around slow passerbys and people casually strolling along. I had places to be, people to meet and energy to burn! Finally I made it to 75th and joined a group of friends already cheering the runners on. They began imbibing long before I and I was ready for my Bloody Mary.
I had prepared myself for this. I wasn't drinking on an empty stomach and although I hadn't officially worked out that morning, I walk at a pace faster than most people run, so I wasn't stressing. Plus on my way up town I must have been carrying an additional fifteen pounds I left with my aunt. That had to have burned some extra calories.
As the day ensued, so did the football games. We turned our attention inside the bar as the drinks kept coming. I, ever the picture of restraint, stuck with my one Bloody. Over the next two and a half hours or so, I think I may have had a few chips and a little bit of homemade guac. Nothing earth shattering. I was taking it easy and still feeling good. 
At about 4:30 or so, as it was beginning to get dark (so sad to see Daylight Savings disappear), a few of us were coerced to move on to another bar where a friend of a friend was celebrating his marathon finish. I could have taken or left it, but apparently, I was taking it. Besides the Packers/Vikings game had just begun and I would want to watch that at home anyway. Off we went. 
I felt as if I wanted a drink but not beer and not another Bloody. So I ended up with some lightly 'spiked' (with what I'm still not sure) apple cider. It was good but I was getting a little hungry as the 5 o'clock hour rolled around. What do I love more than anything when I'm in a good bar? Celery sticks and blue cheese. That's right. I can do without the wings. I just love that crisp watery crunch with some really good blue cheese dressing. And under any other circumstances, I don't even like blue cheese dressing. But I do in this case and, despite crazy looks from friends, that's exactly what I ordered. After this I was done for the day and I was going to go home and have a nice macrobiotic meal with some brown rice, spinach and whatever else I decided to concoct. 
My plain foiled when someone from the table afar dropped a basket of two mini burgers with tater tots in them. SERIOUSLY??? TATER TOTS??!!?? I haven't had those in forever, and I caved. Seeing as there were about five of us digging into the same basket, I probably only had a few. Ok, maybe five. Tops. Yes, with ketchup. Oh they were so good and reminded me of being six again. And then the bomb dropped. Basket of fresh warm fries incoming. WAIT!!! We didn't order these!!!  Screw it.  In went the hands .  .  . again several pairs of them. And not only did I dip in the ketchup, but also the blue cheese that was left over from the celery sticks. Damn, where were those celery sticks when you needed them the most? I was hoping everyone would gobble those warm, salty, crispy, fried sticks of goodness before I could get my paws on them, but to no avail. Shit. And you can't stop at one. And I had planned for the day SO well. You know what they say. "The best laid plans . . . " 
I wasn't happy with myself but as I tried to let it go, found myself even more upset about not working out in the morning. We left the bar before six and I vowed to just go home and have a light snack, especially since I felt ill. I couldn't imagine why?!?
The good news is I was inspired to eat and BE very healthy this week. I stopped by the Japanese store and bought an already halved kabocha squash. It is one of my favorite fall vegetables and is so good simply baked in a small baking dish placed in a small amount of water, face up at 400* for about an hour. It's high in beta carotene, iron, Vitamin C, and potassium. My french fry guilt also forced me to prepare and experiment with one of my own dressings, a Tahini-Garlic dressing, so I knew exactly what I was putting in my mouth. Here is my make-shift recipe. Any of you that know how I cook know that I am not huge on measuring, but try this:

1/3 Cup Tahini (roasted or raw)
2 cloves garlic (you can use less or roast for a milder flavor, but I do love me some garlic)
3 tbsp. (give or take) of EV olive oil (do yourself a favor and use the good kind!)
About 12 squirts of Bragg's Liquid Amino Acids (kind of like soy sauce, but less sodium and still adds salty flavor. you want to do this to taste)
Juice of about 1 lemon (told you I'm scientific)
1/4 cup water and as needed to blend

Add all liquid ingredients in a blender then add garlic and pulse a few times. Add in tahini and blend away. Again you may need a little more or less of the liquid ingredients to suit your taste and for desired consistency. 

After a small dinner of a little brown rice, some steamed spinach and a few pieces of my piping squash with my AMAZINGLY good dressing over it, I decided it was time to take a walk. I was getting anxious and feeling warm from cooking in the kitchen. I knew the crisp fall evening air was going to feel great. And it did. And the brisk walk was invigorating. I sailed over to the West Village with my iPod, thinking of all those who ran earlier. This was the least I could do. I returned home an hour later, exhausted and ready for bed. I didn't need to run a marathon. I just needed a walk. To let go of the guilt from a day of small indulgences. I had found my balance. A walk and a few french fries complement each other nicely, don't you think?