Freedom is just over that hill there…

Freedom is just over that hill there…

Athlete’s Omelette

I wouldn’t eat this every day, but as a healthy Sunday brunch in training season it really hit the spot. Try this:

Mix 3-4 eggs with a splash of skim milk and a little salt and pepper. Whisk well and set aside.

Prepare a small amount of the following as filling: White Onion, Red Pepper, Broccoli Florets, Mushrooms, and Chicken or fat free Turkey (I used deli sliced fat free Turkey because it lays nice and flat inside a closed omelette -and because that’s what I had in the fridge).

Slowly heat up a 10” non-stick skillet over med/low heat (the secret to an even omelette is to cook slowly over a lower heat to avoid burning the outside before the middle can be cooked evenly).

When the middle of the egg mixture starts to look a little dull (less shiny than the totally wet mixture), add the filling. Start with the smaller, lighter stuff (onion, mushrooms) to avoid poking through the bottom.

Add a small dash of dried cayenne pepper, or any other seasoning to taste.

Flip it closed, and let it cook through. Flip it when about halfway done.

Garnish with a few small crumbles of Goat Cheese and sprinkle a little dried parsley on top for presentation.

Serve with a small bowl of fresh mixed berries and a small cup of coffee (skim milk, no sugar) for a low fat, high protein, delicious brunch.

I had this in place of separate meals for breakfast and lunch, and it was hearty enough to get me through a light stationary bike ride, and I wasn’t hungry again until supper time.

If you try it, let me know how it went. Enjoy!

Family life…

The thing nobody ever tells you before you start a family is how very stressful it is.

My house always seems to smell weird, there’s stuff EVERYWHERE all. the. time., I don’t get to see my own wife anymore, and when I get home after a long week working it’s time to work at my other job.

Social life? Forget it.

But, in the end, when my son looks me square in the eyes and says “I love you Daddy”, well, somehow I just forget all that other stuff.

I Love you too, muckmuck.

It never ceases to amaze me; how I’ve been speaking English for about 33 or so years now but still find myself putting together new combinations of words that I’ve never put together before.

For example, I just now said to my wife “I’ll take the basket, for the basket contains pizza”.

The context in unimportant. The point is I know I’ve said all those words in other sentences before, but not once out of hundreds of thousands of sentences spoken in my lifetime have I ever had occasion to put them together in this way before.

This phenomenon has become more apparent since I became a father, too

Recent parenting-related gems include “Son, don’t lick the table”, “We don’t eat things we find in the carpet in this house” and “why is your mouth blue?”

Watching The Social Network. Just noticed this line: “As if every thought that tumbles through your head was so clever that it would be a crime for it not to be shared”.

Ha. I know Zuckerberg had less than zero to do with this movie, but doesn’t that read like a shot at both Twitter and Tumblr?

Ever wonder how some things became food? Who’s the guy who turned to his friend one day and went “Hey, Fred. You see the thing that just fell out of the bottom of that chicken? I’m gonna EAT it!”

Oh, and, what’s the deal with airline peanuts?

I’m here all week! Please tip your waitress, good night, Hammer-town!

Benjamin demos his mad “pew pew” stormtrooper blaster skillz!

This book kills me. It’s called “Hockey Shapes” and it teaches kids about shapes by relating them to things found in hockey. Puck = circle. Net = rectangle. That sort if thing. But when I opened it to this page, I actually laughed out loud. Sometimes I do love living in Canada.

This book kills me. It’s called “Hockey Shapes” and it teaches kids about shapes by relating them to things found in hockey.

Puck = circle. Net = rectangle. That sort if thing.

But when I opened it to this page, I actually laughed out loud.

Sometimes I do love living in Canada.

Scott’s Chicken Garlic White Pizza. I use a pre-made flat bread dough. Spread a thin layer of Alfredo cream sauce over the dough. Mix in a few freshly pressed garlic cloves (to taste). Sprinkle a little Parmesan cheese in with the sauce to keep it thick. Top with red peppers cut into whole rings, sliced shiitake mushrooms, grilled chicken. Sprinkle a little shredded mozzarella on top. Bake at 425 for 10 minutes. Broil on low for an extra 3. Sprinkle a little Greek Feta on top. Serve with Fat Bastard Cabernet Sauvignon.

Scott’s Chicken Garlic White Pizza.

I use a pre-made flat bread dough. Spread a thin layer of Alfredo cream sauce over the dough. Mix in a few freshly pressed garlic cloves (to taste). Sprinkle a little Parmesan cheese in with the sauce to keep it thick.

Top with red peppers cut into whole rings, sliced shiitake mushrooms, grilled chicken. Sprinkle a little shredded mozzarella on top.

Bake at 425 for 10 minutes. Broil on low for an extra 3.

Sprinkle a little Greek Feta on top. Serve with Fat Bastard Cabernet Sauvignon.

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.