Faye's Many Facets
Sunday, December 6, 2015
And they call me Chef
I woke up this morning, not once, but twice, but three times a Lady…… (this is going to happen quite often, so get used to it. My co-workers have to deal with me bursting out into random song whose lyrics match the words that someone might have just made the mistake of uttering in the kitchen.) Anywho, as I was saying I woke up starving. Let me get you up to speed. I have not posted anything this week, due to the overwhelming responsibilities that my job has entailed which is called THE Holiday Party. I was entrusted with the task of “pressing” (you know, with the old fashioned cookie press), sprinkling, baking, cooling, and boxing 2,100 cookies; which averaged out to 700 and something each day after a 9 hour shift. This put me home around 7:30 pm each night beginning last Friday night. It is a good thing my children are grown and out of the house, and that I am single, because I did not have any love to go around. I literally dragged myself in the house, did my best to clean myself up, and fell into bed – only to get up at 3:45 am the next morning to do it all over again. Simply put, I was not eating properly, nor was I drinking enough water. Usher in the radiating, searing, pain across my lower back that drove me to the doctor mid week. Yep, you guessed it. I was diagnosed with a Kidney/Bladder infection. But, Chefs don’t have time to be sick. They can recuperate once the party is over. So stuffed with antibiotics and some pain medicine to take the edge off, back to work I go to make another day, and bake more cookies.
The party was a huge success and I was able to see so many people I had not seen in over a year. I actually passed my dessert (photos below) which made it all the more special.
You would have thought that I would have woke up this morning wanting to go out and grab a quick bite to eat, seeing that I was starving. Nope. I put on a Pork Roast, and am in the process of making a delicious Lentil Salad. That is my relaxation, my comfort zone. Have a wonderful Sunday!


Lentil Salad
1 Cup Fresh Tomatoes, small dice +
1 Cup Lentils, dry
1 Cup Carrots, small dice *
1 Cup Red Onions, small dice *
1 Cup Quinoa, cooked and chilled +
2 T. Lemon Juice +
¼ Cup Red Wine Vinegar
¼ Cup Olive Oil
2 T. Dijon Mustard
½ Cup Feta Cheese +
2 T. Capers +
½ t. dried Thyme +
¼ Cup fresh Parsley, chopped fine +
2 cloves Garlic, minced *
Salt, Pepper
Bay Leaf
Bring 2 cups of water to boil, add in bay leaf and Lentils. Cover with a tight lid and turn to medium-high for 10 minutes. Uncover, stir, and turn down heat to simmer. Simmer for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally. Then add 1 t. salt, and simmer for 10 more minutes. Remove bay leaf, and turn out lentils onto a baking sheet to cool.
While Lentils are cooking, chop all vegetables that need to be chopped. The * vegetables need to be kept separate. These * vegetables will be sautéed in a skillet with a little bit of olive oil and salt and pepper, just until they are translucent, or tender, but still have a little crunch. Once they are cooked, remove from heat and set aside to cool.
In a large bowl, combine all of the + ingredients. Then, in a small bowl, mix together the vinegar, oil and mustard, preferably with a hand held blender or in a stand blender. This will emulsify the vinaigrette. Lastly, combine the cooled Lentils and the cooled cooked vegetables. Mix all together and fold in the vinaigrette. Salt and pepper to taste.
This will keep in the fridge for up to a week. Be careful, it is addictive!
Monday, November 30, 2015
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it......
Some day, I will dredge up the hurt and the pain and the yuck of all that is called “the past” and share it with you, but for now, I will tell you that I was married for almost 15 years, have been single for 10 years now and have been through some major life changes. I was a stay at home mom, who did the bookkeeping for my husband’s business. Out of necessity I went to work as a temporary at a Law Firm as a bookkeeper, but quickly found myself bored at work. The attorney I worked for saw that I was eager to learn, so after my bookkeeping duties were finished for the day, would show me paralegal work, and thus began my education into the legal field. Back in the day, this would be considered “on the job training.” I was eventually hired by the law firm and became a full time paralegal. Meanwhile, I was trying to get back on my feet emotionally, but just couldn’t seem to do so in this small town, where I seemed to run into someone I knew, every day, who wanted to discuss the demise of my marriage, who they had seen my now ex-husband with, how sorry they were for what happened, or that they had no idea it was going on….. The proverbial scab kept getting ripped off repeatedly and I just couldn’t move past that first stage of grief. I felt like I was trapped in this spinning “ground hog” like moment and that if I didn’t do something, I was never going to move on with my life. I thought long and hard, and came up with a plan. I put my resume out on the internet. Monster, CareerBuilder, there was another one but I can’t remember the name. I decided that who ever offered me a job, I would move there. Sight unseen. Florida, North Carolina, California, Texas? Anywhere but Chattanooga. The only attorney that called and offered me a job, just so happened to be from Indianapolis, Indiana – the exact town that my sister and brother-in-law lived in, who just so happened to have a house for rent, which just so happened to be zoned for a wonderful school for the boys, which just so happened…… you get the idea. So after talking to my sister, and ironing things out with her, I took the job over the telephone. Disclaimer* Do not make employment negotiations or major life decisions while under emotional stress! I did end up moving to Indianapolis, but my relationship with my sister suffered and I eventually left the law firm that hired me.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Not for the Faint of Heart
Disclaimer-this blog is not for the faint of heart. Some of my friends who sit with me when I tell a story give me the universal hurry up sign. My youngest son who has ADD often gets up and walks away from me when I'm telling a story. My oldest son who lives in Washington State listens on the phone to my stories and then has nothing to which to respond. My dad who has is 81 and has been diagnosed with bipolar and dementia and sometimes has manic swings asks thru gritted teeth, “Will you just get the point?” And then there are the few and far between who say, “Faye, you should have been a storyteller.” This blog is a mash up of many things…… food, fun, fashion, how to buy smart, tips and tricks in the kitchen, healthy eating, exercise for a fit body, being single and almost 50, and sometimes just an outlet for me to vent. Feel free to leave comments, my goal is to learn something new every day! All I ask is that you don’t judge. Take what you can use, laugh with me, cry with me, and leave what you don’t need. Thank you for stopping by.
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