Saturday, April 30, 2011
Shrimp with Mushrooms and Spinach in a Creamy Herb and White Wine Sauce
1/2 pound sliced fresh mushrooms
1 clove garlic, minced
1 Tbsp. butter
1 Tbsp. olive oil
salt and pepper
1/3 cup dry white wine
1 pound peeled and deveined shrimp
1 10 oz. container Kraft Philadelphia Italian Cheese & Herb Cooking Cream
1/2 cup chopped frozen spinach (or 1 cup fresh)
1. Melt butter and olive oil over medium heat in a large skillet. Add mushrooms and garlic and season lightly with salt and fresh ground black pepper. Cook until mushrooms are tender, about 7 - 8 minutes.
2. Pour in white wine and add shrimp. Cook until shrimp are opaque, about 4 minutes.
3. Add cooking cream and spinach. Bring to a simmer and cook 2 - 3 minutes. Serve over rice or pasta.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
My whole life I've felt that there is something wrong with me. Which is an understandable response when people are always commenting on how quiet I am and wanting me talk more. "How come you are so quiet?" was a question I got asked a lot as a kid. "How come you talk so much?" is what I always wanted to answer, but alas, being an introvert, I was unable to get those words out.
We live in an extroverted world. People who talk a lot are celebrated. I find them annoying. Why all this mindless talking? Is is really necessary? I don't like small-talk, but what I do like is meaningful one-on-one conversations with people that I know well. Those really feed my soul, unlike small talk about the weather.
I've been reading a blog called The Introvert's Corner. I was thrilled to hear that there are others out there like me and that there is nothing "wrong" with me. Reading about introversion has really helped me to finally accept who I am. I don't have to "make" myself be an extrovert just because that's what the world seems to find acceptable. Because really, pretending to be extroverted is exhausting. A lot of times I come home with what I call a "social headache" after a social gathering. Smiling, talking, and engaging makes me tense and tires me out. It's not a natural state for me, thus the headache.
What I've learned is that being an introvert has many other great qualities. I'm a great listener. I'm also a great observer. I'm very creative. I think and analyze a lot. And just because I don't talk a lot, doesn't mean I'm not a good communicator. I'm a very effective communicator. Maybe it's my engineering training that makes me so precise and accurate. I know when to ask questions and what information to convey to other people in the work place.
I really don't like to talk on the telephone. I even had to have some cognitive-behavioral therapy because of the anxiety I felt over it. A lot of introverts don't like the phone, but I had an unreasonable fear of it, it was preventing me from being comfortable at my job. I'm really glad I had the therapy because now I have no problem picking up the phone. Even at my new job, I have to answer the phone a lot more and it's not a big deal at all. But still, I prefer to talk to people in person rather than over the phone. Instead of calling a good friend of mine (who is a lot like me in regards to phone use), we will exchange emails and set up a lunch date, then have an hours-long conversation in person! It may sound silly, but it's just the way we are.
I think this quote pretty much sums up my ruminations on being an introvert:
"Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it." Robert Frost
Friday, April 22, 2011
I don't know why, but I started working on this at 10:30 at night and now it is 11:35 and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. So goodnight, sleep tight!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Sometimes it is good to put the camera down for a while and just enjoy life instead of trying to capture it. I think I enjoyed the dish even more since I wasn't stressed about trying to get the perfect photo or thinking of how I would rate and review it. I just enjoyed a relaxing, delicious dinner with my husband.
This morning, as my husband and I were finishing a leisurely Saturday breakfast, we noticed a couple of mallard ducks in the water that has pooled from the melted snow in the wetland behind our house. We watched as they darted quickly through the water and came up on shore and waddled up really close to our house. I ran to get the camera, but then my husband reminded me of an article in the paper a couple of days ago. It was written by Norris Burkes, who is a chaplain. We aren't religious, but we read his articles because he sometimes has keen observations on life in general. In this article he spoke of being out on a run with his dog and spying a hawk in a tree. So anxious to capture the hawk with his camera phone, he completely missed the beautiful sight of the hawk taking flight. He ends his piece by saying, "When we decide to lay aside the controlling aspirations of the photographer, we become part of the photo and the good memories become everlasting ones."
I would have a photo of those mallards to share with you, only I decided to just enjoy them instead of capturing them. I will surely be back at taking photos soon since I do love it so, but for now, I'm living life through my eyes, not a camera lens.