Friday, August 12, 2011

FASTEST Fish Tacos

This recipe has become our go-to "Oh crud I forgot to set something out to thaw and it's 4:00" and "OMG. I can't believe it's so late; we need dinner NOW" meal.  We buy individually frozen flounder fillets at Sam's and always have them on hand. They thaw in no time in a sink full of water and the meal is literally cooked in 6 minutes. SIX MINUTES! Add that it's extremely low fat, healthy and even Evie eats it and we have a big winner.  This recipe has 4 Weight Watchers Points plus per serving.  Recipe makes 4 servings.

Ingredients:

4 Flounder Fillets, thawed
1 tsp Kosher salt
1 tsp Pepper
1 tsp Cumin
1 tsp Chili Powder
1/4 tsp Oregano
1/4 tsp Chipotle Powder (Optional if you like it spicy)
Juice of 1 lime
4 fat free soft taco sized flour tortillas
4 TBS Fat Free Shredded Cheddar cheese
4 TBS Fat Free Sour Cream
1 Tomato, Diced
1 Green Onion, Chopped
4 Tbs Fresh Cilantro, Chopped

Directions:
Preheat Broiler to 500 Degrees. Place fish fillets on broiling pan and sprinkle with 1/2 the spices. Wrap Tortillas in aluminum foil. Broil Fish for 3 minutes on top rack directly below broiler.  Put Tortillas on lower rack to warm.  After 3 minutes remove fish, turn over and sprinkle with remaining 1/2 of the spices. Return to broiler for 3 more minutes. Remove fish and squeeze lime juice on top.

Assemble tacos with 1 fish fillet, 1 TBS Cheese, 1 TBS Sour Cream, Tomatoes, Green onions and 1 Tbs Cilantro each.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Slang

For the record, that is not my belly.

I am 31 weeks pregnant. I am not Prego. That is a pasta sauce.

There is a baby boy happily growing and turning somersaults in my tummy. A male fetus gestating in my extended uterus if you want to be clinical, but I do NOT have a bump, or a lump, or a hump. I am not a three humped gump.

In approximately 9 weeks I will deliver the baby, have the baby, experience the miracle of childbirth. I will NOT "Pop". I am not a cooked turkey, or a burst balloon, or a character in an Alien movie.

Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the hormones. Maybe it's both. Regardless, I already feel like a hot beached whale. There's no reason to be so crass when discussing my shape, nor any reason to discuss it at all. Whatever happened to, "You look pretty." or "She's glowing."?