Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Count On It

I made turkey stock from a Thanksgiving turkey a while back, and recently also made ham stock. Making stock is so incredibly easy (put cooked carcass in pot, cover with water, simmer for 2 hours, strain out bits, skim off fat) and it tastes so good that when we recently bought a rotisserie chicken, I made stock out of that too!

Normally I would make a soup out of the stock, throw in some veggies, some beans, some meat, some pasta and call it done. But since I am currently on a reduced calorie diet I had to think up a new way to assemble it. I thought about preparing each soup individually. This way I could count the calories/carbohydrates for the beans and pasta. And I thought about just letting it go. But then it dawned on me! Why not add something to the soup that is easy to count out ... pot stickers*!

So, this weekend we will be having chicken and pot sticker soup with sauteed mushrooms, and bok choy. I can cook it all up at once, and can easily count out the pot stickers to determine calories and carbohydrates.

Problem solved!

* tortellini or ravioli will also work, but depending on size, may take longer to count out.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Listen To Yourself

I realized the other day that half of the spam emails I get are about getting smaller ("Lose 15 lbs. in 2 days!") and the other half are about getting larger ("Gain width and inches with this potent pill!") The implied urgency of these emails, along with main stream media backing these messages up (Rogaine for eyelashes? Really?? Don't we have other things to spend our time on?) can make your brain a hectic, anxious place.

How about we cut out all the noise and just listen to ourselves?

I bet you will find that these "problems" don't really exist after all.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Expect the Unexpected

I had a job interview yesterday at an ad agency in Portland, OR. and hours later find myself baffled at something that happened. Was I amazed that I could hear dogs barking off and on for the four hours I was in the office? No, I knew it was a dog friendly office, and frankly, Portland is a dog friendly town, so while it was a bit different, it certainly wasn't unexpected.

Was I baffled by the fact that my interviews took place inside a huge art installation, made of sticks and branches, aka "The Nest"?

From Interior Design

No. While it was certainly trippy, it wasn't unexpected. So what was this thing that was so shocking? This thing that I'm still baffled at right now?

Well, one of my interviewers has a daughter with the same name as me. Same name, same pronunciation, everything. I have never met anyone with my name before (abbreviations and fake names like Lia19 do not count).

When I was little, if I wanted to see my name in print, I was forced to cut the "Lia" out of Parliament Lights cigarette magazine ads. My favorite countries included SomaLIA and AustraLIA. And my favorite song was, Leah, by Roy Orbison (even though he spelled it wrong).

Since then, I've only seen my name in mainstream media three times. Lia Huber, writer for Cooking Light Magazine, Lia Sophia (a jewelry company named after the founder's two daughters) and more recently a guest on the Dr. Oz show. It was so strange to see my name on TV, that I literally couldn't change the channel. Even as I squirmed uncomfortably while he told TV Lia that the "Real Age" of her vagina (due to poor diet, being overweight, etc.) was 87, I still stayed on the channel.

So even though these thoughts raced through my head, I did not share them with the interviewer. Instead I finished the interview and told him to tell his daughter that she has the most beautiful name ever.

But to get used to being called Lisa.