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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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


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

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Weigh in Wednesday 7: time to recharge.

Me thinks my scale’s battery is dying. I received 5 different weights this morning, so I have no idea if I lost, gained, or stayed the same over the past week. Time to either change the battery or get a new (better/more accurate) scale. However, I am afraid to do both options because even though I know weight is rather irrelevant, I like to use the same scale every time I weigh in for consistency sake. Yeah, I am kinda drama-rama.

The scale at the gym hit somewhere in the middle of the other weigh-in’s, so I guess I’ll take that as my weigh-in for the week.

Start weight: +21

Goal weight: -21

Last week (which I think is a total fluke due to being sick): -9.5

This week: -8 (which seems more accurate)

Oh, and I created a weigh-in page to track progress. And did you notice I finally got my About page up and running? Ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out.

Other than changing my scale’s battery I decided I really need to invest in some static cling removal spray. The dry air combined with my tights and dress really aren’t the best combo.

What else isn’t a good combo? My morning oats. Blah, these used to excite me. But now I’m in a bland rut. Tomorrow I am determined to eat something new.

Partway through my morning the sun began to shine little rays of joy into my office. It was perfect timing because my outfit is really designed for warmer weather. I was rather thrilled with this weeks forecast of sunshine daily, but when I drove to the Y this morning I was met with snowflakes. While getting ready I quietly grumbled about the possibility of wearing my North Face fleece all day to stay warm. As a fellow morning gym goer noted, you have to be really committed to your outfit when you pack your bag the night before.

The sun warmed my office nicely and my lunch warmed my soul. I finished off my container of roasted red pepper & tomato soup and inhaled a nummy salad, (spring mix/spinach, red onion, bell pepper, tomato, cherry craisins, goat cheese & homemade dressing).

This guy kept us company and sang us some ridiculous Easter bunny songs.

A little later on I snacked on some apple wedges with a laughing cow, (and an un-photographed babybel and homemade chips while waiting for dinner).

Guess what we are having again? Tacos! We are almost finished with our super bowl leftovers. I think we way overestimated how much food we would need. Sigh. Looking forward to some non-salsa inspired dishes this weekend.

Guactastic Super Bowl.

First of all: PACKERS WIN!

Remember this picture?

My mom texted me saying she was pretty sure my dad was going to wear the cheese head to work tomorrow. He was born and raised in Wiscaaaaahhnsin, and is a major, major cheese head. (Yes I pronounce Wisconsin with the long ahhhh sound in the middle. No, I don’t have a Midwest accent, but I find it more fun that way.)

Guacamole can actually make me want to watch football. I know, crazy, but oh so true.

Today we hosted a few friends for Super Bowl Sunday, and between sudafed and dayquil I was feeling up for a little fun. The hubs made chips & salsa, (I promise to post the recipe soon, you will want to bathe in this salsa).

The tennis ball was passed between friends.

They were both rooting for the Packers and called a truce for today it appears.

And I made a ridiculous amount of guacamole. I pretty much followed this recipe, added cumin and pentupled it, (multiplied by five…is there a word for that? I’m calling it pentuple, even though I know that is a scientific term that does not mean multiply by five.)

Avocados were 69 cents each! And they were soft, perfect for making guac! When I giddily exclaimed this at the grocery store yesterday, the fellow next to me looked frightened and slowly backed away. Clearly he does not get as excited as I do about this green goddess fruit.

I find the easiest way to mash an avocado for guacy goodness is to cut it in half, remove the pit and squeeze directly into your bowl.

A little more green and yellow goodness…

Cilantro is a tricky beast, and unless your knife is very, very sharp it is rather difficult to chop it up without wilting the leaves. My mom taught me to bunch the cilantro together, (stems removed, which can be a real bugger), and chop with your kitchen scissors, perfect solution!

I enlisted Libb to dice up the serrano peppers.

All mixed up with love.

Cute cook in the kitchen alert.

What? I can’t call myself cute? Self love peeps, self love.

 We normally don’t eat until at least 7, sometimes 8, (ahem, last night it was 9:30). We consider it European style, but that wasn’t going to work tonight. The game started at 3:30 pacific time, which meant an early dinner. Like early bird special style.

Taco bar all set up.

Yes, your eyes do not deceive you, that would be a football crock pot my friends.

Would you like your turkey taco meat with a side of sippy cup?

I decided to dish mine up taco bowl style. The lovely Anastasia cooked up a mean cheesy rice dish that served as my base. Topped with some medium salsa, turkey taco meat, bell pepper, tomato, red onion, sour cream and guac.

Holy yum.

Oh and p.s. when you party at my house I provide skittles as hors d’oeuvres.

See I knew that sparkly heart bowl would be put to good use.