Thursday, September 29, 2011

Bite sized Taco Salads

Tiny Taco Salads BEFORE I devoured mine

While the other sisters were faithfully & attentively listening to the presenters in the Relief Society room, I ate mine in one bite as I hid out in the chapel kitchen. I won't even tell you how I hummmed in satisfaction.

My good friend, Sis. Ti'a ate hers in two dainty bites, which is why I had to impose on her (in between bites) to take a photo of the insides of these tasty tiny morsels.

As a snacky thing, these are pretty good. Crispy. Slightly salty. (Just the way I like my snacks).

My only beef with it - is there is no beef. or pork. or chicken. or fish.

It tasted yummy anyway.

Here's the recipe the sisters passed out last night:

Tiny Taco Salads

12 small square won ton wrappers
 this is what it looks like in the middle
1 cup of frozen beef style soy crumbles ( Boca or MorningStar)
1/2 cup of fat free re fried beans
1 tsp taco seasoning
1 1/2 cup shredded reduced fat Mexican blend cheese
1 tbsp chopped olives
6 tbsp chunky salsa
2 tbsp fat free sour cream

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray 12 cup muffin pan with non-stick spray. Place a won ton wrapper into a  cup of the muffin pan & press it into the bottom & sides.

Spray the won ton wrappers lightly with the non-stick spray.
Bake 8 minutes until the bottoms look a little brown.
Cool. Take the won ton cups out of pan & set on a tray.

In a microwave safe bowl, combine the soy crumble, re fried beans & taco seasoning. Microwave on high 1 -2 minutes until hot. Stir until mixed well.

Layer shredded lettuce into the won ton cups. Top off with the "meat" & bean mixture (about 2 tbsp each) Top with olives & cheese.

Finish off the taco salads with a bit of salsa & a dab of sour cream.

With Love & Delicious Tasty Tiny Tacos ~

Remembering Tsunami 9-29-09

For the loved one who go on before us

It's been two years & a couple of thousand miles away since I heard about the tsunami that hit Home (American Samoa & Samoa).

Today to be able to sit here in soft golden morning light seems almost prayerful. I review the photos of those we lost,  see again how many bodies were recovered. I re-read the stories of the watery nightmare that swept in & took so many of our people away: men, women, children. Old & young.
All of them our loved ones.

Sadness. Grief. Anger.

Relief & joy for our loved ones who were safe. Anxiety & prayers for loved ones unaccounted for.

Much has changed since that morning.

A memorial has been erected. A siren system has been put in place. We mourned our lost families & friends.

Much has remained the same as it ever was.

The resiliency our people have in the face of defeats, crises & natural disasters remains the same.

We go on. We live on. We love on.

That's just the way we are.

With Love & Delicious Living On,

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Icee's & Ice Cakes

Icee for Sale $0.50

In 1981, when I was a student at Pavaiai Elementary in American Samoa, getting a quarter from my parents so I could stop by the bush store for an ice cake was a big deal.

(It was a hot & long walk home from Pavaiai to Mesepa where I lived.)

My friends and I would know which bush store on the way home sold the best Ice Cakes. We were always on the prowl for the ones that had more kool-aid syrupy goodness & sugar in it than water. That way when you chomped into the Ice Cake, it flaked instead of chunked.

We also knew which stores had Ice Cakes in multiple colors & flavors. Grape always seemed to be the rarest back in the day. Red could mean Fruit Punch or Strawberry or Cherry.

Ice Cake that was more frozen syrup than water, was the very thing to beat the heat. So what if you chipped your teeth biting into what was essentially colored water? It was still hot as hell out there on the pavement and unless a dime magically appeared to make the $0.35 necessary to buy a Coke - an Ice Cake was the thing you got as a treat.

(And it was the treat you shared with your ten new best friends, who also magically appeared out of the bushes.)

Now a days, my children tell me the recession has made the cost of Ice Cakes (aka Icee's here in Hawaii) - go up another quarter. Still the same basic ingredients: colored syrupy stuff in whatever flavor is cheapest, a bit of sugar to sweeten the pot & if you're feeling fancy - some li hing mui powder sprinkled on the top.

As the school bell rings to let the kids out for the day, my kids run to my truck in the 89 degree heat dragging backpacks heavy with textbooks. They are laughing & smiling & with browned hands sticking thru the passenger side window, all of them shout out," Please Mommy can we have fifty cents to buy an Icee? Please?"

Like a good mother, I ask if all the homework assignments are in, what the test scores are for the day, if they ate their breakfast & lunches. The kids get all fidgety and start pleading,"Please Mommy! Hurry up! Give us the money! They're going to sell out of all the good ones!"

I laugh & dole out the quarters I'd saved all week for them.

And then my little brown faces run off the fists clenched tightly around their precious quarters & join their friends to peruse the Ice Cake offerings of 3 different stands near their school. One of them runs back to the truck, hoisting his Ice Cake like a trophy. He managed to get the ever rarer than Grape flavor: Lime.

All of their faces are ringed with the tell tale Ice Cake signs: ruby red tipped noses! and smiles.

With Love & delicious Ices~

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The "Missing Mates" list

missing mates shoes

Sometimes living the Delicious Life means getting rid of the things/people/clutter/thoughts that's dragging you down.

That includes people we've loved, people we've cried with and people we've cared for. People who call us family. People who call us to collect on memories.

Letting go isn't a bad thing.

(Its the thing that lets there be more room in your life to breathe in & out.)

Removing people who don't want to be in your life, makes space for people who do want to be in your life.

When you're ready to be Delicious - you've also got to be ready to be strong enough to do the hard things.

M was my friend as I transitioned from adolescence to adulthood. It was a tender age to be, crossing from a black & white sure as the sunshine born in the church upbringing to an adulthood fraught with poor choices, alcoholic fueled romances (note the plural) and understanding the difference between knowledge & wisdom.
(I have wisdom now ~ hard fought & earned from the tears I bled as the results of poor choices I made, the irresponsible romances I had & the many haters who gave me a reason to get up every morning if for no other reason than to NOT give them the satisfaction of watching me burn.)

Manoa Elementary School 5ht Grade
With the perspective that twenty some odd years & other friendships have provided, I can see that M taught me one of the hardest lessons of my adult life: that if I love the way I believe I do, it's not going to matter to me what someone else said or did or didn't do. It will not matter at all. I love them. We can & will work through it. We are friends.

She was the one who shattered our friendship on the vote of the committee hive. Can you even imagine the idiocrasy that has to occur when one person needs the vote of a hive to un-friend you?

I laugh at it now.

Even after countless tear-filled apologies for a rumor or such that I didn't recall saying, there was no hope of forgiveness or reconciliation. None. Repeated attempts to mend the breach were denied. Multiple tries & cries to members of the hive to intervene on my behalf - denied. Not one of the four women who could & should have spoken up on my behalf - did. Not one of them used the half brain they passed around them to ask themselves, what if that were me? So what if this act is true or not? Aren't we all friends? Doesn't friendship mean anything to any of us?

(What kind of people are these women? I have a very good idea)

It taught me hard & dirty just exactly what I will & will not do. I will not abandon a friend. Ever. (And as God in the Heavens is my witness, I surely WILL NOT do anything because the Hive told me so.)

I may bitch & I may moan & I may even need to stop speaking to you for a short while so I don't punch you in the face. But I will not abandon you.

M's exact words to me as I sat on her porch were,"It's like a plate that once it breaks, you can put the pieces back together again but its never the same."

How could this person who had been my dearest friend harden her heart to me so ruthlessly?

(She said it felt worse than a divorce but at that time had never been married. We've both survived divorces now - and I still say THAT DAY hurt worse than anything my EX ever did to me.)

It has taken me years to find the answer & the antidote to that slip of the knife in my gut - the answer is this:
"Yes the plate is cracked. Yes it is not the same. The beauty of it is is magnified a thousand fold because of the cracks & the chips. Its flaws & scars bring it character. Its character tells me where it has been and the beautiful story it has to share."

Adios to the Former Friends, our Missing Mates: The one's who don't give as good as they get, who don't stick around when the going's good, the ones who run & hide instead of holding on.

I will mourn you. I will miss you. (I miss you already.)

I just don't have time (or Delicious-ness) to waste on negativity.

My life is too sacred for that.
With Love & Delicious Endings ~

Monday, September 26, 2011

Waiting to Arrive

I was listening to a group of young college girls talking about what they were going to do with their lives. One wanted to be a Social Worker, another wanted to be a Fitness Instructor, another one wanted to be a teacher. All of them said," I just don't know what to do in life."

The question really ought to be who are you going to be in this life?
What we do doesn't define who we are and who we are is a much better question to ask ourselves.

So who am I?
Who are you?

If who I am is not what I do, then who am I?
If who I am is not what I have, then who am I?
If who I am is not what I want, then who am I?

What remains of you, when you strip away all the superficial layers & definitions? Who are you when you stop letting other people define you? Who are you when no one else is looking?

Are you really what you say you are?
The test of that is do your actions match your words?

Answering the questions of Who am I can lead us on one of the most delicious journeys we can ever embark on.

With Love & Delicious (self) discoveries,

Friday, September 23, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me!

My Belle Birthday Cake

Cinderella cake
Every girl ought have at least one Princess birthday cake in her life. No matter how pro-fem you are and filled to the brim with machismo ~ a princess cake just makes the little girl you go giggly.

(I would know. The Giggly Girl syndrome caught me by surprise!)

It's Friday. Let's have a great weekend.

With Love & Delicious Giggles ~

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Laundry: Samoan Style

child labor laundry

When we moved from Utah to California to Samoa in the early 80's, our Sears Kenmore Extra Capacity clothes washer was in a shipment container with our car, my mother's piano & most of our worldly (but meager) possessions.

After we had been in the village for over a month, my dad went down to the shipping office to ask when we could expect the boat to arrive. The ship had departed Los Angeles nearly 2 months before we did. Surely, it had to be arriving any day now?

Like a good 9 year old, I did my best to listen in on conversations that didn't include me. The (overly smiling at my daddy) lady parked behind the plywood counter at the shipping company said it was taking the long way to get to Samoa via China & that only God knew when it would be in.

(Well? What were going to do? Wait 3 to 6 months for our ship to come in?)

We went to the hardware store and bought a hand crank washer tub & a washer board. Staring at the small mountain of laundry piling up in our bathroom, my dad sent me to the bush store behind our house to buy laundry soap. He gave me 4 quarters & said "Go to the store and buy the wash soap." The wash soap turned out to be a 2 foot long bar of laundry soap in pink or beige pressed & milled in Apia. One scent - coconut extra clean. (Up until I went to the bush store, I always thought that washing soap came in a box called Tide)

Having an electrical washer was a big deal. Having an electric dryer with a washer was almost unheard of in the village. Or if there were people we did know who had them, their last names did not sound like mine.

My grandmother visiting from California, our house girl from Savaii and I would haul our loads of laundry out to the pipe on the side of the house early on a Saturday morning. My dad would've already left before the sun rose to go to his job at a construction site. My mother was still sick, pregnant with my youngest sister.

Gramma would scold me in Samoan for any number of offenses: I was too slow, I was not paying attention, I was thinking about sassing her. How she could know all of that without me speaking a single word is a skill I'm beginning to perfect as a mother. Samoan Grammy's are a fierce bunch!

Gramma directed. She was management. The rest of us were workers. So we worked. We sorted out the clothes by colors and if she decreed, we the sorted the colors in to similar materials or degree of dirtiness.
waiting for tadpoles

When I wasn't looking, she'd turn the pipe on full blast, splashing me awake with the chilly reservoir water. I'd be startled out of whatever fantasy land my mind had wondered off too. Then I'd be wet & grouchy too. (And trying very hard not to say a bad word a village boy had hissed at me earlier that week when I hit him full in the face with a dodge ball.)

The house girl would start soaping up the clothes in the big aluminum bucket. Breaking the wash soap up in to workable 4 inch pieces. She'd save some for the next wash load, tucking it into a mesh bag hanging from a hook above the pipe. Then she'd pick a piece out and start ferociously slamming some one's pants up & down the washer board. When it was clean enough, she'd hand it off to me to rinse & wring out.

I'd shove the soapy clothes under the pipe, pulling & pushing it to & fro. I'd watch the village water pour from the pipe & splash loudly on the mossy bricks below it. (I've got strong hands from that work!)

I'd stick my hands beneath it. Feel the cool slipperiness of it slide over my small hands.There were times when if I cupped my hands beneath the pipe as the water gushed forth - that I'd catch little tadpoles swimming out. (Yes I know the EPA Water people would freak out at that.)

After getting all the soap out, I'd wring them dry & set them aside in a woven basket to hang out on the lines.
We strung ropes from the mango trees to the umu and hung our laundry out to dry in the sunshine.

(those were the good old days!)

Today I still use an electric washer since rubbing the clothes up & down a washer board would take up all my precious face book/twitter/chat time. But I've opted out of using a dryer even though I could afford one and it would certainly dry my clothes with that Downy/Bounce freshness.

I like to believe that I'm going green & that I'm saving $$$ by hanging the clothes out.

Sunny Days = Laundry on the Lines
The truth is that, it reminds me of the hot days back in Samoa when every one hung their laundry out - even if they went to the laundromat to wash their clothes.

I love the peace it gives me in flipping the sheets & towels out and then carefully pinning the edges to the line. I love lining up the brightly colored shirts. I especially love all the 'accidentally' Clorox-ed clothes that have patches of white burned into them.

(those make me laugh the most)

My grandmother used to make me look for long branches to strip down so she could use it to prop up the clothes lines. Later on as we got more modern - we'd use aluminum poles we 'borrowed' from someone else's antenna.

(yes I did. Don't act. I'm pretty sure you did too or you thought about it & wished you could)

With love & Delicious laundry~

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Scent of Samoa

Ginger @ Laie Temple

Growing up in Samoa, I hated the smell of ginger flowers in the early morning rains. They smelled like a wet sticky cat to me & the petals wilted too easily in my heavy handed fists. And there weren't enough petals on a ginger flower to play my daily game of  "he loves me/he loves me not".

Teuila's were my childhood favorite - much sturdier & many more petals to pluck & toss in the name of my elementary sweetheart.

(who I will add did not love me at least 4 out of 5 school days but that's okay. I got his number when I got to college!)

I’ve been gone from home for many years & ginger flowers damp with the morning dew are hard to find.

Ginger reminds me of my mother’s garden & how she'd send me to dig up its roots for my grandmother’s chop suey. I'd sneak my dad's good cutting knife & drive it deep in to the rocky earth searching for the youngest sweetest ginger roots. (Yes I chipped his blades. Yes I blamed it on my sister and my brother and the cats)

Sometimes the scent of a ginger lei on warm skin will catch me by surprise & remind me of a brown man with a ginger tucked behind his ear. He used to wear these little ass hugging lime green rugby shorts while riding shot gun in a beat up two door Toyota corolla. He'd stick his head out the window & holler at me from the main road to hurry up with my work so I could meet him at the malae.

(it was beyond embarrassing but strangely endearing)

I miss Samoa ginger flowers terribly.

With Love & Delicious Doings ~

Broken & Beautiful

Bottles Broken & Beautiful

There was a grave lined in black lava rock with a headstone of black granite. The waist high black walls were filled up with broken glass.

Porous black rock culled from a volcano & glass shaped by fire.

Broken beer bottles.
Broken wine bottles.
Broken soda bottles.
Broken window louvers.

(broken love &
broken tears &
broken promises )

It was beautiful ~ broken shards of glass & laughter lost.

The colors glittered in the fading sunlight.
The pieces broken in geometric shapes.
The love weeping from the ground.

But what kind of love is this?
This sharp jagged edges of bits & pieces?
Had death fractured their love?
Leaving them behind?

What anger did they harbor in their hearts as they shattered piece after piece?
Laie Cemetery

Why did their love cut at them with tiny little pointy edges?

How many times had they bled to break all that glass?

When will whoever was bleeding from the love of this person, give over to forgiveness & healing?

(I hope when I finally have the grace to die, that those who love me will have had enough time & wisdom to forgive me for being human & let the grasses grow over me & take me home.)

With Love & Delicious deaths ~

Monday, September 19, 2011

Change of Perspective

A (delicious) change of perspective
Opihi Shell 
Sometimes when things aren't going so deliciously, I tend to drift towards Why Me?

Well, the best answer to that is: Why Not Me?

When the bills are piling high
and the money is running low
why not me to say its so?

When Suzie Suckit is talking smack
and some chump ran over my cat
why not me to kick her back?

When dust is all that's left
and I'm feeling bereft
why not me in the cleft?

(Okay so that needs some rhythmic work)

But you get my point right? That even when life bites &
no hero is in sight ~ you can be your own hero & fight fight fight!

(couldn't resist one last rhyme!)

With Love & Delicious Perspectives~

Friday, September 16, 2011

Snacky Doodle Snicker Doodle Cupcakes

Tafi getting his SnickerDoodle On!

It was one of those limp humid days, where we wanted something sweet to eat but not chocolate-y
& not heavy. Something light & fun.

So we thought why not try a Snacky Doodle Snicker Doodle cupcake?
Tafi makes a mean Snicker Doodle cookie, that is soft & dusted in cinnamon-y goodness.
He was naturally my Go to Guy for a cupcake of the same taste.
Snicker Doodle Cupcake cooling off

(It was easier than I thought it would be.)

And it disappeared faster than I could say "Sncky Doodle Snicker Doodles"!

Using a box cake mix with a few modifications, the cupcakes turned out tasty & delicious.

frosted w/ whipped cream & cinnamon sugar
 Tafi's Snacky Doodle Snicker Doodle Cupcakes
1  yellow cake mix ( we used sugar free )
1/2 cup oil
1 cup water
1 tsp almond extract
2 eggs

Mix these in a big bowl.
Get your cupcake liners ready.

1/4 cup cinnamon
1/2 cup white granulated sugar

Mix this up together.

Into the cupcake liners, sprinkle a little bit of the cinnamon sugar. Top it off with 1 tablespoon of cake batter. Sprinkle some more cinnamon sugar and use a knife to swirl it into the batter.

Repeat until all the cupcakes are filled & ready to bake.

We used the microwave & baked these babies for 3 minutes. Then let them finish off for another 5 minutes.
After that, the kids (who were already crowding into the table & frothing at the mouth) eagerly snatched up 3 cupcakes each to frost & decorate as they wanted too.

Tafi preferred chocolate frosting w/ more cinnamon sugar on his.
Katz went with whipped cream & sprinkles.
The neighborhood kids mixed theirs up with marsh mellow fluff, vanilla frosting & cinnamon sugar.

Happy Friday my friends! I'm gonna go munch on the last cupcake hiding in the fridge!

With love & Delicious Snacky Doodle Snicker Doodles~

Thursday, September 15, 2011

$3 Cupcakes

S'Mores Cupcake $3

Red Velvet

Sprinkled Chocolate
Took a day trip on Tuesday. Popped into the local Safeway.

Saw these lovelies in the display case. So very pretty!

$3.00 a cupcake.

Are you kidding me? For a 3 inch high bite of cake?

(That's 2 tablespoons of cake batter@ 12 minutes in the stove & 3 tablespoons of frosting)

What kind of world do we live in when a single cupcake costs more than a loaf of bread?

I refused to pay $3 for a pedestrian cupcake.

When - IF- I ever pay more than fifty cents for a cupcake, that little cake had better be able to melt in my mouth and make it sing a delicious song!

Until then, I'll be making a SnickerDoodle Cupcake in the microwave. (Yes yes yes... pictures to follow tomorrow! I already ate today's samples!)

With love & delicious cheap cupcakes ~

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


Blackie's favorite thing to do - Nap!
Fatz & Blackie - 2 months old

Death isn't any easy thing to explain to a child. (Especially when their only exposure to death has been pokemon & video games.)

But the loss of a beloved friend, an unexpected accident that takes one away before we're ready? Tears & tears & prayers to God for healing miracles.

Death takes on such a larger meaning of loss.

Tonight Taf had to learn to that life & death aren't fair. Tafi saved Blackie when he was born. His mother had abandoned him at birth as he was the runt of the litter. Tafi got little kitten bottles & formula to nurse him with. He made Blackie's mother take him back. Tafi was singularly determined to make sure Blackie lived. When we moved, Blacks was the calm one who just took all the noise & clutter in stride, seeking out only Tafi's bed to pee on, so that everyone knew who belonged to who here.

He found Blacks in the linen closet, breathing shallow & crying. It appeared that someone had either deliberately kicked or squashed or run over him. It was a violent painful injury. Although the skin wasn't broken, his bones stuck out in odd angles. Blacks could barely move his body, he crawled across our floor using his front paws to drag himself forward.

Tafi wasn't ready to let Blackie go.

He had to choose to release his friend from the pain of his body. He cried, he wailed, he pleaded with me to save his friend and he choked back the sobs that he wasn't ready to let Blackie go yet.

His brave devoted loving cat held on to every breath. He gasped & wheezed & crawled to Tafi's feet where he lay his head down.

I took Taf's hand in mine, place it above Blackie's heart and let him know we loved him. I told my son to release his friend from the hurting. There were more defiant tears & denials & refusals.

A half an hour later and we let him go in peace. We told him to let us go and cross over the Rainbow Bridge. We felt his heart slow & then stop. I felt his sweet soul breathe outward.We felt him leave.

Blackie was a beautiful soul. He was so much like Tafi. He minded his own business, didn't get up in any one else business, ate his food in peace & napped in strange places. We have found Blackie in the food pantry, in the dishes cupboard and parked on to of the toilet tank. He slept on time and only liked Tafi. Everyone else got Blacks claws. And when you scratched his back he'd put his ass in the air and wave it like he just didn't care!

He would sleep with my son on his bed, curled up on his pillow, dosing after Tafi had finished reading to him.

He was a patient strange self sufficient cat. He could & did open the bag of dry cat food all by himself on those days when he didn't want to eat Friskies.

Death is an ignoble adventure. It is a bloody messy PHYSICAL process. The act of watching the soul separate from the flesh is brutal to behold.
Fatz & Blackie as babies

We decided not to wait until morning to bury Blackie.

He died at 10 to midnight. We wrapped him Tafi's Red Raiders shirt & buried him by 12:30am.

We prayed for him that his soul is safe & happy & with his brother Piggy.

We miss him. We love him. We can't wait until we see him again.

With love & delicious Cat wishes ~

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


I sat on the back porch steps in the noon day sun.
Hugged my knees up close to my silvery stretch marked breasts.
I shut my eyes & inhaled the sunshine.
Felt its heat pour into my lungs
& swim out on my breath.

I thought of you.

Then I opened my eyes and looked around.
I looked down at where I was.

The steps made of broken rotting slabs with their rusted nails protruding.
The white paint scraped off in most places.
The splinters jutting out to & fro.

What are you doing today? 
Probably what you do every day.

Put the clothes in the washer &
think of me.
Wash the dishes in the sink &
talk to me.
Sweep the floors &
laugh with me.

I close my eyes again & inhale the sunshine.

With Love & Delicious Nails in Broken Steps,

Monday, September 12, 2011

Idiot Proof Chocolate Cream Pie for Fatso's

Hawaii is beautiful. Except for when its humid.
Then it just turns into one big sweltering sauna of stink & sticky.
Being Delicious in high humidity requires more than just a dip in ocean.

It requires the power of Chocolate.

I confess it's missing a pointy end because I ate it before I remembered to take pic!

As in a chilled Chocolate Cream Pie.
Just like the one that's staring at you right now. Delicious lookin' isn't it?
(and its low fat, sugar free & about 100 cals per serving!)
Sim ~ The Chocolate Cream Pie Guy

My #1 Go to Guy Sim came up "Idiot Proof Chocolate Cream Pie for Fatso's" with the recipe:

2 boxes of sugar free chocolate pudding
1 tub of sugar free whipped cream
2 cups of skim milk
1 reduced fat sugar free ready made Graham cracker crust pie shell

His directions are:

Pour the pudding mixes in to a big bowl, add in the skim milk - blend it. It'll be thick which he says is how its supposed to look. Add in the tub of whipped cream. Blend it again. Pour it into the pie shell & then pop it into the chill box for an hour or two until it firms up.

Slice it.

But he says this is the important part ~ make sure you collect your payments from all the eaters BEFORE they devour the pie. Because he says the people who eat this pie inhale it and claim they never got any so they don't owe anything for it either. He also says they literally lick the plate clean.

After you collect your pay - then you can serve it. With a smile.

You'd better go get your because I got mine with a smile & an extra pop of whipped cream on top!

With Love & Delicious Chocolate Cream Pies ~

Friday, September 9, 2011


On the road to Delicious-ness

2006 was a decidedly Delicious Year.

It was the year I stopped looking over my shoulder waiting for someone or something to kick me.
It was the year I refused to keep crying for someone & something & somewhere that I didn't want anymore.
It was the year, I started looking at me and loved what I saw staring back at me.
Branching to the sky

I picked up my camera again for the first time since I had left Samoa 3 years earlier. The process of capturing moments healed the hurts and filled in the pot holes in my being. (There were so many words I couldn't say out loud.)

I was scared of the words becoming the frame of my life. I was afraid of the words making a reality I didn't want to know. I was absolutely terrified that the words trapped inside of me would shred me open and leave me bleeding on the floor.

The damage I had done (and that had been done to me) needed time & attention to transform into the Delicious-ness that is me now.

(It was and remains a good hard satisfying work.)

But its not enough now.
My being has things to say that images aren't capturing. There is a volcano of words that are just simmering below the surface of my lips & fingertips. It's time to return to my first love ~ which is writing. And writing and more writing.

Reflecting back on where I've been grants to me a gratitude for where I am today. I thank God that I've lived & loved & traveled the road I have.

With Love & Delicious Reflections ~

Thursday, September 8, 2011

KupCakes & Kids

KupCakes by the Kids
Today the kiddies decided they wanted to make & eat cupcakes.
(Our stove is being obstinate again & refuses to heat up or turn on for us. That's okay because we're deliciously determined people!)

We had 2 choices, either a crock pot version or in the microwave.

Tafi & Katzu opted for microwave since no one wanted to wait hours to devour a cupcake.

One Duncan Hines Chocolate cake mix, 2 eggs, 1/2 cup of oil & 1 1/4 cup of water later, the boys were mixing & licking the batter up in 15 short minutes.
microwave tray for cupcakes

I doled out 2 tablespoon fulls of batter into each liner. Popped it into the microwave and hit 6 minutes cook time.

Which turned out to be too long. We stopped it @ 4 minutes and then let them sit out on the counter for another 5 minutes to finish off.

Katz's Kupcake Kreation

Just a side note: Microwave cupcakes are lighter, spongier than ones made in the oven. They are also more tender ( my word would be fragile) and can over bake real quick. We reduced the standard egg count from 3 eggs to 2 eggs because I don't like the egg-y taste that microwaving cakes leaves.

Tafi found a can of Stars & Stipes frosting for their chocolate cupcakes.

Katz did the icing & decorating.
Tafi devouring a KupKake

All the rest of us, did the eating!

With Love & Delicious Eating ~

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Crock Pot Chicken Mushroom & Rice

Roast Chicken & Mushrooms
Sunday Dinner @ our house has always been the big meal of the week since I was a child running barefoot in the jungles of Samoa.

(okay, not running and not barefoot but there certainly were and are jungles in Samoa!)

One of the first meals I learned to make was Chicken Mushroom & Rice. Samoan-style back in the day was take a 5lb box of chicken thighs, thaw it out, arrange it on a baking sheet, toss it in a preheated oven @350degrees, cook for 2 hours until the chicken when you poke it with a knife oozes clear juices. Open 1 big can of Campbell's Mushroom soup, pour it in a bowl, add 1/2 can of water - mix and then pour over the oven roasted chicken. Bake another 30 minutes. Turn off the oven & then serve it up with rice & green beans.

Now that my stove is broken, I've been forced to get creative. My crock pot is the go to accessory.

And now that I'm busy, I buy the rotisserie chicken from Costco for $4.99 a whole chicken.

Still using the Campbell's Mushroom Soup tho. Nothing else tastes like it. Don't even think of buying the generic version!

I make this before I go to church, so that I don't have to cook when I get home.

My lovely Costco chicken
But as an adult - I've gotten to wanting more flavor, a little more spice in my life! Here are my new additions:

1tbs liquid smoke
10 cloves of garlic
1 onion
5 tbs of Worcester sauce
1 yellow bell pepper
1 red bell pepper

1/4 cup of water

pop the chilled chicken in to the crock pot. (I leave the string on him so he can keep his shape)
drop in all 10 garlic cloves. (I usually slice them or smash them up. I put 5 in the chicken and 5 on the outside)
chop the onion &peppers up minced or diced or however you like it - toss that in too.
toss in the liquid smoke, the W sauce and the 1/4 cup of water.
Dump the mushroom soup + 1/2 can of water on it.
Put the cover on it. Turn it on low.

Go to church. Stay at church for all three hours. (Thank God for Air Conditioners in Hawaii!)

Come home to the delicious smells of roast chicken & mushroom. Get a plate & fork, some crusty french bread & a tossed green salad - and dinner is served!

My favorite is to spoon it into a hot dog bun with sauteed onions on the bottom. YUMMMY!

With Love & Delicious Dinners ~

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Bags & Laughter

Angry Little Girls Bag

I couldn't stop giggling when I saw these bags at the back of the Animation store!
I thought about all the friends I wanted to  buy an Angry Little Girl bag for. 
Especially since some friends get about as much laughter as they do fiber in their daily diets.

Aren't they deliciously & hilariously honest!?!

Laughter is good. It brings out the smiles. Smiles bring out the good. 
And the good in us? That's delicious!

With Love & Delicious (Tongue in Cheeky) Laughter ~

Monday, September 5, 2011

Last Day of (Official) Summer ~Labor Day

My future's so bright ~ I gotta wear shades!
 It's the last (official) day of summer according to the calendar. But since we live in Hawaii - it's pretty much Summer all year long. We're lucky like that! And we'll be thinking warm thoughts of you during the chilly Winter months as we keep our tans golden & our BBQ grills hot & saucy.

Yummy Summer time food
'Till then, we're off to enjoy a break from our labors by laboring in the garden visiting our relatives who've passed on, head out to the beach to catch some waves & sunshine and chow down on some summer time yummies.

With Love & Have a Delicious Labor Day holiday,

Friday, September 2, 2011

Sparkly dresses

Dress display
I admit ~ I have a (secret) love of gawdy sparkling sequined foo foo dresses. They speak to me whenever I see them.  They say... Buy Me! Wear Me! Laugh In Me!

How can any girl not feel bright & bubbly in these?

As soon as I find one in my size, I'm going to buy it. Until then, I'll settle for looking at them and making you look at them with me.

More Dress displays
With Love & Delicious Dresses~