My dogs donâ€™t know a lot of tricks (unless licking your face countsâ€¦), but they do know one thing: the word â€œwalk.â€
Iâ€™m committed now. I canâ€™t make a promise to that puppy face and back down!
So â€“ Iâ€™m off to do a post-dinner walk. But first: the meal itself.
My friend Catherine (Iâ€™m always tempted to call her Coach Catherine in everyday conversation â€“ we were co-coaches at Girls on the Run this past spring) came over to meet Henry, and she brought us a bean salad. It was a mix of three or four types of beans, yellow and orange peppers, tomatoes, corn, olive oil, red wine vinegar, salt and sugar. It was great alone for lunch, and I remixed the leftovers in a quiche.
This quiche was made one-handed while bouncing a giggling (and alternatively screaming) baby boy on my shoulder.
As the result of some amateur one-handed egg cracks, Iâ€™m pretty sure there are shells in the quiche. Added fiber, right?
About 1 cup of the bean salad, 2 tablespoons Earth Balance, six eggs, a handful of shredded spinach, and a big splash of soy milk â€“ maybe 1/4 cup. The nice thing about quiches is you donâ€™t have to be so precise. Shredded cheese wouldâ€™ve been a nice addition to the mix.
If James and Maggie had opposable thumbs, they wouldâ€™ve tied on my sneakers by now. Better get to walkinâ€™ before the start howlinâ€™.