Last Sunday proved interesting. (Good Lord, was that only yesterday? ) I believe I had four different types of cooking in process throughout the day. The easiest dish proved the most successful. Figures. Sometimes one simply tries too hard and over thinks the process.

I didn’t really feel satisfied at the end of the day. I also think that I have learned a valuable lesson: I need to pick one type of project and cook until I can’t cook anymore. Whether it’s fish, cooked every which way (baked, sautéed, in a soup, pan fried, broiled, kabobs) or waffles (every fruit flavor under the sun), sticking with that one project will yield the greatest number of successful dishes. I ended up baking two unsuccessful breads (perhaps not all is lost, there are hungry birds around here!), 6 cups of sticky rice, and one very tasty spinach artichoke dip. Thank God for the dip. Yum.

Seriously though, I may be belly aching here a bit, but the lifestyle and the diet are worth it. I recently visited my folks and presented them with a better late than never Christmas present. I cooked them a delicious, A and O btd friendly lunch. I served glazed carrots and onions as the vegetables (oh so good when cooked the full forty minutes) and chicken and mushrooms. It was actually a take off from “Rachel Ray.”

I cut chicken tenders into bite size pieces,

placed them in a hot skillet (olive oil),

waited until the chicken was a nice dark golden brown –

then added minced garlic and parsley,

turned them over

, cooked them a few more minutes and waaalaaah –

deglazed the pan with a nice cooking sherry.

I repeated the exact same process with some mushrooms (baby bellas would be ok for both blood types) and added it all together. DEEEEEliiiicious! Simple.

My mother claims that if she simply had the “quick and easy” recipes and felt confident cooking these new dishes – she would give the btd a try. As a busy mom, I obviously lean toward the ‘easy’ dishes or the food in the raw. I still chuckle every time my 2 year old grabs my clean mushrooms and starts chomping. We could learn a thing or two from our children, I think.

Good eats to you and yours.