I’ve become obsessed with what I call a Simple Slaw: Hand-chopped green and red cabbage, grated carrots, cilantro, and sliced green onions (with a sprinkle of salt and lime juice). Ooooo…It’s fresh, crunchy, and oh so good. I typically serve it with an Asian style to-die-for homemade Teriyaki sauce or a ridiculous made from scratch peanut sauce. But, tonight I put a twist on it for the taste of summer: BBQ.
I’m really into making all my sauces, dressings, dips from scratch it’s that Outside of the Box thing ya know? Tonight, I tried my hand at homemade BBQ sauce and I scored big time! Sorry no recipes yet. I’m working on them and some will be in the second edition of “Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside of the Box” so be on the lookout. Until then…Stay hungry.
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!