I’ll Race You!
After a long day, there’s nothing like taking a nice, relaxing walk with the doggles:
I like the closeup even better:
Today was a little chilly, but still a nice day for a walk. I went with the side-pony today so that I could wear a hat.
Once home, I decided to make dish that I’d been dreaming about for days: fettuccine Alfredo. No, not that huge plate of heavy pasta — this:
I confess, I ate a lot of regular fettuccine Alfredo and other similar diner foods growing up. We took a lot of car trips, and whenever we stopped at diners, I always got the huge plate of creamy pasta. Thank goodness I know better now.
I still love cheesy pasta, so I set out to make a healthier version of my once-favorite pasta dish. It involved roasted tomatoes, Brussels sprouts, and garlic.
Have you ever seen one of these? It’s a kumato:
Apparently, it’s some kind of brownish-red European tomato. Pretty sweet-tasting for winter.
The verdict on the Alfredo à la THIH? Pretty good, although not perfect. It still needs something else, like nutmeg or more cornstarch. I’ll post the recipe once I’ve perfected it. I WILL tell you that the recipe involved low-fat sour cream, Greek yogurt, and Parmesan cheese.
As a final note, Peter has been complaining about how I only put pictures of my dog on the blog and not his dog. Well, here she is in all her beauty!
Thanks for the comment on my blog. Your about me section is too cute. What a lovely fam you’ve got 🙂 Please do share with us your RD experiences. I thought about pursuing a degree in dietetics but I’m not sure I can endure all those sciences courses. I’d have to start from ground 0.
I love adding Greek yogurt to make cheesy pasta sauce. So creamy.
Thanks for the sweet comments, Allie! I’ll try to include more about my RD experiences in future posts. It wasn’t easy to decide to go back to school (I had to start pretty much from ground zero), but I’m so glad I did.
Well, did Maddie catch any “falling” food?
I can’t wait to see your recipe.
Well … she didn’t “catch” food so much as “eagerly accept” the handouts I gave her. Yes, I know, I’m a softy.