I’m sure you’re still on Thanksgiving leftovers overload and completely out of ideas on what to do with them. Never fear, I’ve got a unique little idea for you.
A Thanksgiving Leftovers Spaghetti Squash Delight! Thanksgiving - it just keeps on "giving."
Here’s a preview, but to get to the recipe, in typical Sometimes Healthy fashion, you’ll have to endure a bit of the backstory. Continue reading
There are some days when I’m so tired that I can’t imagine mustering up enough creative thoughts to get me through the work day, let alone this blog. Then, there are other days where I’m so tired and work is so monotonous or overwhelming that I welcome the opportunity to break away for a few minutes and write about cupcakes, Wacky Food Combos, Sometimes Healthy Living and donuts. (Note: I’m not complaining about being tired – let’s be honest, it’s probably my fault that I’m this tired – I’m merely just stating that many days I find myself tired, as I’m sure most of us in the real world do.)
A recipe was promised and shall be delivered.
Yesterday was one of those days. After a rough night’s sleep on Sunday night, I thought I had no gas in the tank and didn’t think I had anything more to offer the Sometimes Healthy Living Blog. But then, I remembered I had promised to post some donut recipes from last Saturday’s tailgate…
And I always keep my word.
So, without further ado, let’s talk about those donuts that were so delicious a tipsy tailgater told me I should open a healthified donut shop… Continue reading
Help me readers – I’m sick.
I miss "wide open spaces" and big, spacious grocery aisles!
I’ve got this very rare “illness.” Usually get it about 3 – 4 times per year. It’s characterized with extensive periods of feeling sorry for myself, longing for country music and “wide open spaces,” dreaming of large grocery stores with diverse baking aisles and produce sections, wanting to turn the corner and run into someone that tells you to “have a good day” because they actually care and needing the comforting sight of chain restaurants and never-ending cornfields.
I call this illness “There is no place like Nebraska” syndrome. Time and draft beer are the only cure…but it never completely goes away.
I always say that I love New York but my heart belongs to Nebraska (cheesy, but true).
A balanced breakfast! Who AM I?
Well, I’m home again for a Nebraska football game (more on that later), and now I remember another large reason why I like it here so much: Home is where the HEALTH is.
This just in. We got a whole lot of snow this weekend on the East Coast, particularly in New York City and surrounding areas. (If you weren’t aware of this unexpected snowpocalypse, you must have been disconnected from the rest of the planet this weekend).
Pancakes and snow...yum.
Do you know what happens when a snowstorm blindsides you at the end of October, and you’re all snowed in with nowhere to go?
You throw on some tunes and play with pancake batter.