Easy cilantro lime “sauce”

When we lived in San Diego my favorite fast food was Rubio’s. I loved their fish tacos, and haven’t found anything to compare in Spokane. After quite a few failed taste tests at restaurants, the hubs and I gave up and decided to make our own instead.  I can’t remember exactly what the Rubio’s white sauce tastes like, just that it was amazing and an essential ingredient! Sunday night I whipped up my own version, and after topping our tacos, I happily polished the rest off with a spoon!

Cilantro Lime Sauce

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Ingredients

1/2 cup plain Greek yogurt (can sub sour cream)

2 tsp finely diced cilantro (I used the frozen cilantro pods found at Trader Joe’s)

2 garlic cloves, minced

1 TBS lime juice (I used Nellie’s Key Lime juice)

1/4 tsp sea salt

1/8 tsp cumin

1/8 tsp chili powder

Directions

Mix all ingredients together until evenly dispersed. Serve with fish tacos, or as a dip for chips.

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butter-not squash

Last Monday I posted my meal plan. Said meal plan called for the hubs to make 13 bean mix soup tonight.

Meal plans were meant to be broken.

After consuming a glorious bowl of honey Greek yogurt, nanner and chia seeds,

running to REI to pick up some hydration goodies, (thanks for all the suggestions on yesterday’s post!),

(amphipod 20oz water bottle w/hand strap for medium/long runs)

(Nathan hydropack for extra long runs & bike rides)

and eating leftover black bean polenta casserole, (and perhaps a cookie or two),

the hubs decided to spend the rare sunny weekend afternoon in the backyard, working on the garden, and I decided this bad boy was calling my name.

Thursday evening we didn’t eat the planned butternut squash black bean burritos, so today I decided to whip up a batch of enchiladas with some of the unused ingredients.

Unfortunately, the recipe isn’t quite blogworthy yet. But I did capture some pretty pictures.

wrinkly butterbutts!

The enchiladas were flavorful, but lacked texture. Unless, of course, you consider baby food to be a winning texture.

My salad provided a much needed crunch factor on the side.

I’m off to bed, hopefully getting a good nights rest in prep for my early a.m. dreadmill date.

What is your favorite squash?

Chicks happen

My day started off with some forgotten spinach pancakes,

coffee and a pomegranate chobani.

A few weeks back I mentioned I was going to start strength training again. And I did. I also mentioned I had two free sessions with a personal trainer, and that I would be cashing in on them. Then I never spoke of them again. It wasn’t because I was being a flakey blogster, (although I have promised many a recipe that haven’t appeared yet, patience my blogets, patience.), the Y just didn’t have an opening until today.

Last night I almost canceled, and not just because I was at the happiest hour. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with it. A few years back I had a negative experience with a trainer, (who insisted I eat only 1200 calories a day and scoffed at the idea that I could lose weight at 1800-2200. I guess I showed him, as I’ve lost 11 pounds so far at this calorie range), so I was apprehensive about throwing myself into this potential situation again.

But I didn’t cancel. I drove to the gym at 10:10 am, and arrived with a few minutes to spare, (and nabbed the only real spot in the parking lot). I checked in at the front desk, found out where I needed to meet my trainer, planted myself at the appropriate station and waited. And waited. And waited. The cardio area was packed, and I spotted one trainer on the floor. I tried to read her name tag, but my contacts didn’t provide me the strength necessary.

Finally the trainer, along with two trainees, arrived at the wellness station. She apologized for running (15 minutes) late, and tried to wrap up her previous session. Her trainees didn’t get the hint that they were robbing me of my training time, and continued to ask a plethora of questions. Needless to say, we were not off to a good start.

A few minutes later we set off…to an office. I filled out an information sheet, (which I had already filled out), and answered all of her questions. Then we did a body analysis, (I am in the healthy range for weight/body fat and could drink more water. Nothing I didn’t already know, haha). And that was it. Apparently the first “training” session is a get-to-know-you type thing, like an awkward first date where you feel self conscious about all your short comings, (while wearing no make-up, talking about your body fat and diet no less), and not even the joy of a cocktail to lighten the mood.

Sigh. I wish Laury lived here so she could be my trainer.

Had I been told this would be the first session’s format I would have gotten to the gym earlier to actually work out. Unfortunately I wasn’t informed, and by the time I finished my appointment I couldn’t stay any longer. I had chicks to buy!

After a quick pit stop at my favorite store,

and some car snacks: pom lychee green tea,

dried apricots, mixed nuts, and a think thin lemon bar,

which at first reminded me of the lemon girl scout cookies. But after the first bite it tasted like chalk coated in lemon.

I only ate half, blah.

Then it was on to Big R,

which really does have anything you could possibly need.

From wranglers to garden creatures,

anti monkey butt powder,

and salted nut rolls.

Which I used to buy every time I visited my dad’s office as a child. So gross, why did I like them?!

But we were there for the chicks.

I was really excited to pick out our little ones.

And you know I’ll be entering the chick house peepstakes.

Once home we set our chicks up in their new pad,

and assembled a sunflower butter + honey sammie.

Later on I tried to find a meatless main dish that the boys wouldn’t turn their noses up at. I think the hubs has already OD’d on black beans…and we’re only 3 days into Lent. We had 5 bell peppers, so I tried to find a good vegetarian stuffed pepper recipe. Not interested by anything I found, I decided to whip up a batch to my liking.

And they were quite tasty.

I thought about making a salad, but decided we had plenty of veggies in our stuffed peppers, so I opted for only La Brea multi-grain bread on the side.

Mmmmmm….content.

So, what should I name my chicks?