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| Greek Salad |
I was all jazzed up about this Greek themed catering event. Greek food happens to be my favorite — simple ingredients with delightful flavors. On the menu:
– Fig & Apricot Quinoa Salad
– Greek Salad
– Green Salad (Arugula, Endive, and Romaine)
– Grilled Chicken Kebabs marinated in Greek Yogurt infused with Greek spices
– Grilled Chicken Kebabs rubbed in a unique blend of cinnamon, cumin, and I can’t tell you the rest
– Tzatziki sauce with Naan
– Crudités platter and Pita chips with Hummus
– Bowls of Nuts & Olives
– Fig Newtons
– Shortbread cookies served with Apricot Spread
Thanks to my mentor and friend, Veronica, and Edith for having me serve their friends. It was a delicious time!
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| From garden to table: Gathering fresh goods from Edith’s garden |
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| Edith filling the water pitcher with oranges, limes, lemons, and mint |
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| Greens: Endive, Arugula, Romaine tossed with Lemon Vinaigrette |
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| Fig & Apricot Quinoa Salad |
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| Chicken Kebabs served with made from scratch Tzatziki sauce |
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| As always, I hand chopped the vegetables for the Crudités platter. Fennel bulb, carrots, tomatoes, squash, zucchini, red and orange bell peppers served with Hummus |
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| Greek Goodness! Naan, Feta cheese, Kalamata olives, Hummus, and mint leaves |
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| Veronica lovingly displaying the freshly baked shortbread cookies served with Apricot Preserves |
Dining and enjoying each others company – my job’s done!
Mingling
Sweet Endings
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| Homemade Shortbread cookies with Apricot preserves |
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| Homemade Fig Newtons |
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| Veronica: “Fig Newton anyone?” |
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| The lovely co-hosts Edith & Veronica |
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| Oh yeah, the poker |
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!
