And the HAMFEST festivities continue!
One of the most anticipated uses of leftover ham in our house is the creation of Ham Pockets, both for their sweet-salty-cheesy-crusty deliciousness and for the opportunity to sing the name Ham Pockets over and over again, a la early 90’s Hot Pocket commercials.
Don’t be fooled by the intense expressions of Hot Pocket ecstasy above – the real things manage to be both burn unit-level scalding and icy cold in the center all at once, harboring unintelligible ingredients smothered in a belly-aching combination of molten cheese and regret.
While that may not be enough to stop you (we’ve all made a regrettable Hot Pocket choice or two in our lives, right?), there is a better way – HAM POCKETS!
I don’t know if 303 Day was just made up yesterday or if it’s been a thing for a while now.
But guys, with this blue-sky, sunny Colorado patio-weather day, I’m not complaining. We’ve got it pretty good here, and if Denver wants to celebrate, I say she’s earned it.
Let’s celebrate 303 style. Wanna crack open a beer with me?
It’s been fish and veggie-centric in our house the past week or two, as we ask our bodies to forgive the horrors visited upon them over the holidays. Bowls of greens such as Abby Salad with smoked salmon, seared tuna with mixed citrus and avocado salad and power greens with prosciutto, ricotta and grapefruit have brought peace and equilibrium to our nutrient-starved forms. With balance restored, it’s time to introduce some heartier fare back into the rotation.
Sometimes there’s just no beating the primal lure of a sizzling hot, juice-drizzling, salted slab of meat. But, worry not, steak night can be done in a way the doesn’t wreck your newly- formed good habits! When indulging with one ingredient in a meal, it always makes sense to counter with healthy, filling accompaniments that won’t tip the scales.
After two weeks of unbridled holiday gorging in Texas, the month of reckoning is upon me – being sustained solely by a diet of Tex-Mex, barbecue, kolaches and Christmas cookies, my body hates it when I go on vacation.
But I’ve gone through the wilderness and have emerged ready for all things green, nutritious and light.
As a general policy, I try to eat pretty healthily in my day-to-day life, focusing on eating fresh, whole foods and preparing meals at home, managing portions (sometimes) and even counting calories when I’m feeling motivated. I do have a serious weakness for dessert that is managed some days better than others, but as a rule, I try to keep it together nutritionally.
That is, except for “special occasions.”
If Jason could eat grilled cheese sandwiches every day of his life, I think he might. This is not a criticism, mind you, just a statement of fact.
As someone who loves to experiment in the kitchen, this is problematic. My natural instinct is to fuss it up and fancify the sandwich, to treat it like an Iron Chef challenge. Premium fresh cheeses, sauteed onions, a gourmet spread, maybe the addition of fruit slices or bacon. Grilled cheese is a blank canvas! Time after time I try to concoct the perfect sandwich upgrade, presented with flourish and ceremony.
Jason always accepts these offerings without complaint, but after years of marriage, I’ve come to read the signals: what he really wants is just two slices of classic american cheese on buttered, toasted bread.