Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box
Heavy sigh of relief. Last night, I wrote the final recipes for my upcoming cookbook — Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box. I had loads of fun writing and tweaking the recipes, but I have to admit I am glad that part is behind me. Phew.
I’ve already started laying out the design of the book and am about 80 percent complete with that process. Meanwhile, I’ve been sending section-by-section to the department for review and editing.
Next week, I’ll reveal the Clark County organization for who I am writing the cookbook for and I’ll have the cover of the cookbook to share too.
To tantalize your taste buds. A preview of a handful of the recipes:
Make it Fast
Santa Fe Chicken Wraps, Veggie Wraps, Greek Wraps
Mexican Rice Bowls, Vegetable Fried Rice Bowls, Greek Quinoa Bowls
Snacks
Spicy Roasted Chickpeas, Kale Chips, Cashew and Chocolate Coconut Whole Food Energy Bars, Fruit Kebabs, Vegetable Kebabs, Brown Bag Microwave Popcorn
Sweet Sensations
Frozen Chocolate Dipped Banana Bites, Orange Granita, Berry Yogurt Parfait
Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box — Available August 27th, 2012
Pre-order details coming soon…
Chrisetta Mosley
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!