Chia Chocolate Mousse

When you think chocolate mousse, you think of copious amounts of chocolate, sugar, eggs and butter whipped together to create a luscious, fluffy and airy dessert.
My mum used to make Julia Child’s Mousse au Chocolat when we had guests over. She would serve it topped with a dollop of homemade whipped cream and some orange confit.
It was so good, she would win raves. I remember it got to a point where people would actually ask her (more like beg her) to make it when she invited them over for dinner.
I loved her mousse au chocolat, and I still do. To me, mum's mousse au chocolat means home, family and friends.
It’s a special dish, but let’s be honest, it’s a calorie bomb. There’s point no denying that.
Sugar and butter and eggs and chocolate, all natural ingredients, yes, but a lot of them, too much of them.
Once in awhile it’s OK to have it - on special occasions such as birthdays, Christmas; but that’s about it.
So what about the rest of the year? 363 days without mousse au chocolat? How sad...
That’s when this chia chocolate mousse comes into play. This is a great little recipe that has become a chocolate fix favorite in my apt.

Eggplant Parmesan Quinoa Casserole

Who doesn’t love eggplant Parmesan? Raise your hands.
Ok, let me check...apparently everybody does, not surprisingly.
Even kids who don’t eat veggies can’t resist their Parm, and never make a peep about the eggplant in the first place - pretty awesome.
Eggplant Parm is pure comfort food, or (let me rephrase that) it’s comfort food at its best.
And as you might have noticed, fall is fast approaching (yesterday morning was like in the 50s ‘round here, brr...) Which means we need warmth and comfort food, like a piping hot bowl of oatmeal for breakfast or something with pumpkin OR eggplant Parm.

Light Egg Salad

Originally, this post was supposed to be about a LCHF (low-carb-high-fat) bread I baked Saturday afternoon.
A bread packed with psyllium, flax seeds, shredded coconut and a bunch of other awesome+wholesome ingredients, 100% paleo and (supposedly) delicious.
I found the recipe on a cookbook I received a couple of weeks ago, and TBH my expectations were pretty high.
I meticulously followed the recipe verbatim. My first time trying my hands at a grain-free, gluten-free bread - there’s no room for improvisation.
I wish I could tell you what came out of the oven was worthy of a photo spread in Martha Stewart’s Living. Not so much. The taste was spot on, the texture OK, but it was deformed; NOT looking like a loaf of bread, not even a close relative.
You might say: “So what? It doesn't really matter as long as it tastes good.”
A fair point, but there was just no way I could take a decent picture of it.
I tried different angles, different lights, different composition, but I guess it would take a much more gifted photographer than me to save the day (or better yet, the loaf!)
Ultimately, I gave up.
Plan A failed, so I went with Plan B - Light Egg Salad.

Find 60 Minutes Each Day For Yourself

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There are 24 hours (or 1440 minutes or 86,400 seconds or 86,400,000 milliseconds) each day. In that time, we manage to carve out the time to work, to eat, to sleep, to watch TV, to stare at our smartphones, to go out, to bathe and to brush our teeth. When it comes to exercise however, we like to pull out the “no time” card.
Modern lives are busy; there’s no point denying that, and there are some legit reasons for not working out - we’re working very late or recovery from an injury - but often, we’re just talking ourselves out of it. Am I wrong?

Concord Grape Sorbet

If you follow me on Instagram, you may remember that last Saturday, at the Farmers’ Market, I got my hands on some amazing Concord grapes from the Finger Lakes District (NY).
But before we proceed any further, let’s make things straight and clear: If you don’t like Concord grapes I’m afraid we can’t be friends. Sorry, it’s not negotiable.
How can you not like Concord grapes? These things are a-mazing. They are tart, strong, and the taste is usually acquired; which is why kids love ‘em.
To me, the taste of Concord grapes is an absolute flavor explosion and a true marvel of nature.
→ Brief historical digression. Do you know that when Concord grapes were first introduced in Europe in the 1800s; Italians, mesmerized by their sweetness, started calling them uva fragola; which translates literally as strawberry grapes. Cool, right?
Btw, ever notice how everything sounds better in Italian? “Uva fragola” v “Concord grape”; I mean, come on!

Tomato Curry with Creamy Coconut Cauliflower "Rice"

Remember when we discussed that exercise not only makes you fitter, it also makes you smarter? (You don’t? Read here!)
Well, turns out it doesn’t apply to me.
Yesterday morning I worked my butt off running, swimming and stretching; 3 hours of grueling training.
I got home and planned to watch football all day long. Which is what I did. But wait, here comes the “me dumb” part.
At around 7:30 PM, after watching New Orleans taking on Atlanta and San Fran taking on Green Bay (more than 5 hours of football) it suddenly dawned on me: All this was happening on a Sunday! I know, breaking news.
Here’s the thing though; during a football game commercial breaks take place after every score, whenever a player is injured, after every punt or kickoff, and when a play is reviewed through instant replay. Did I mention instant replay? Every time that swings into action, you sit and wait for another two minutes or so.
At the end of every commercial break the TV’s scream at you “Welcome back to NFL Sunday football action!” or “It’s Sunday Night football on NBC!” or “....heeeere on FOX NFL Sunday!”
Yet in over 5 hours my mind didn’t registered that tiny piece of information: Sunday.

Orange Glazed Salmon

Confession time on TheIronYou. Brace yourself because this is going to be a hard one to believe.
I DON’T LIKE FISH. Boom! There, I said it.
To be more accurate, I’ve never liked fish (except canned tuna, which really doesn’t taste like fish).
When I was a kid I remember eating just bread at Champlin’s Seafood in Narragansett (RI) while everyone else was enjoying their fish/lobster dinner.
Those were long summers let me tell you. Every time we would go out for dinner, I dreaded ending up in one of those classic New England seafood eatery where they serve only seafood.
I remember staring at the menu trying to find something to eat, but resigned myself to order either bread or coleslaw. Not even French fries. Because fries, in seafood eateries, taste like seafood.
Period.

What Does It Mean To Be Healthy?

What does it mean to be healthy?
I know, big question. One that we should have asked ourselves a while ago. After all, this is a blog promoting healthy living; so one could have rightly assumed that we knew the answer all along, before even starting our daily ramblings.
In all honesty, I decided to discuss this topic today, because I recently found out that people are quite confused about the meaning of being healthy.

Sesame Chicken Kebabs (Low Carb and Gluten-Free)

I hate long-haul flights.
Just to get this straight, I'm not scared of flying. I am not afraid that the aeroplane I'm on will fly into a mountain or crush into the sea because of pilot error, or explode without warning in flight, or that a psychopath will place a bomb under my seat, or prang into another airplane on the ground.
I don’t find flying frightening at all. Over the years I figured that once you get into the aeroplane, I’m pretty much at the mercy of the pilot and there’s not much point in worrying.
I hate long-haul flights because airplanes are very uncomfortable (unless you travel Business or First, duh!). I’m almost 6’3, and unless I get an emergency exit seat, there’s never enough legroom for me.
After a couple of hours my legs turn numb and my back start aching. So I get up to stretch my legs but guess what, when I do so, it's always turbulence time! Thus, I’m “gently” asked to return to my seat and stay put.
And then there’s the boredom factor. You see, I can’t sleep/nap on airplanes. I so envy those people who, even before take-off, are already sleeping like babies in their seat. I just can’t do it, not even if I pop a sleeping pill. I did it once and instead of sleeping, I got totally mental like if I was on drugs or something (yeah, never again in my life!)
My main goal on long-haul flights is usually to simply pass the time. I watch movies, read a book, play video games and I flip through the pages of all the newspapers and magazine I can lay my hands on.
And that’s how I found this recipe.

Chicken, Bok Choy and Basil Stir-Fry

This recipe was passed to me from my good friend Ratana.
Ratana is a whiz kid, die-hard fashionista, compassionate human being AND awesome cook.
She’s half Thai and half Chinese but 100% American (if you know what I mean...)
Her dinner parties are legendary. When you get an invitation from her, you know you’re up for a real treat.
In my opinion, when you pair passion for cooking with traditional family recipes, greatness comes out. And that’s Ratana's cooking, pure bliss.
There are many dishes Ratana makes that I love (well, probably all) but her chicken bok choy stir-fry has to be my fave. The only adjective that can properly describe it, is mouthwatering. That good.
When I do compliment her about it, she smirks at me and tells me: “If you knew how quick and easy it is to make...”
Because yeah...Ratana is one of those people who doesn’t shares her recipes. I think she sworn to her mum that she would never do it, or something like it. Bummer.