Wordless Wednesday: This Appeared In My Mailbox.

Hashtag jewelry... now why didn't I include that in my "gifts for PWDs" list?

I am simply blown away. I am in the process of finding a chain to wear this beautiful, awesome pendant on, because I want it close to my heart (and I want people to ask about it, so I can tell them about how wonderful the DOC can be!).

Thank you friends - I absolutely adore it, and what a wonderful surprise it was! :)

So Good You'll Want To Quiche It.

That was the best quiche pun I could come up with.

Sorry.

Anyway.

If we're not Facebook friends, you might not realize that over the past two weeks, I've turned my kitchen into a fine-tuned holiday carb-producing machine.

I've been baking Christmas cookies, pumpkin bread (last night, and my house still smells yumm-o), and last weekend I - for the first time ever - made quiche. And I'm in love with it!

It's super easy. You'd have to try pretty hard to mess it up. And pretty much anything flies - throw whatever veggies you want, bacon, sausage, ham, cheese of every kind, etc. It all works.

Plus? If you're cutting it into 8 slices (and packing each piece separately to be reheated for breakfast each day during the week, as I did), each serving of the pie crust is only 12g of carb. TWELVE!

If you want to give it a go, here's the recipe I used.

OLD COUNTRY QUICHE

1 9-inch unbaked pie crust (Pillsbury is what I used)
1 tsp. butter/margarine
1 small yellow onion, chopped
2 cups shredded Swiss (though I'm told that Sharp Cheddar works better)
6 slices lean bacon, cooked and crumbled
2 Tbs. all-purpose flour
3 large eggs
1 cup low-fat milk
Optional: 1/4 tsp. salt and 1/8 tsp. ground nutmeg (I didn't use these)

Heat oven to 400 degrees. In a small non-stick skillet, melt the butter over medium heat. Add the onion (BTW, I thought the whole onion was way too much. Use at your own risk. I thought half of it would have been plenty, thank you.) and sauté for five minutes, or until soft.

Roll out your pie crust and stuff into a pie plate (or, if you're fancy, a specialty quiche plate).

Transfer onion to medium-sized bowl. Toss with the cheese, bacon and flour. Spread in pie crust.

Using the same bowl that you just emptied, whisk the eggs with the milk (and the salt and nutmeg, if you like). Pour over pie mixture and bake uncovered for 35 minutes - or until center is set and top begins to brown slightly. Makes eight servings!

P.S. I also want to wish my Mom a very happy birthday today! (And thanks for sharing your quiche recipe!)

I Am An Awkward Turtle?

I have two stories to share from this week. The first tale doesn't have much point, except to let you know how absurdly awkward I can be (and so that you may have a laugh). The second one has a smidge more relevance.

On Tuesday, I was meeting up with a couple friends for bowling. I'll mention here that I don't bowl often, so this wasn't a normal stop for me (and hence, I was not familiar with this particular parking lot's terrain). It's also all kinds of wintery (read: snow and ice) in Nebraska right now. Have I given myself enough excuses? Okay.

I parked and attempting to vacate my car, but it turns out I couldn't stick the landing. With my right foot still in my vehicle, my left foot swiftly slid forward (I was also holding onto the car door and steering wheel) on that skating rink of a parking lot. I remember thinking, "Nooooo..." as my body then did this swivel move, and I ended up halfway under my car. On my bum. Missing a shoe. (It hopped off of my foot mid-fall and stayed in the car, alright? I couldn't blame it. I would rather have been there, too.)

I had to sit there for a few seconds, to make sure I was still all in once piece. Then I sat a few more seconds, waiting for either the snickering or "Are you okay?"s to start. I heard nothing.

I pulled myself up and looked around - no one had seen me! Huzzah! Still hurt, though. (I'm fine now.)

And then yesterday, my three-month order of Dexcom sensors was scheduled to arrive via FedEx. Beloved Dexcom sensors! I have them sent to my work address, as they won't get left out in the cold that way (their accuracy and such can get compromised when exposed to extreme temperatures).

For reasons that escape me, I must have asked that they were sent to my house. You know - outside. Where no one was there to retrieve them from the aforementioned snow and ice.

I'm smooth like that.

Luckily, my parents live close to us and my mom (bless her heart) was able to drive to my house and rescue them (thanks Mom!), but not before I had a minor meltdown about it. That would be one expensive ice cube.

Here's hoping your week was far less cringe-worthy than mine. Happy weekend!

Ninja Scarves?

This is what comes to mind when I think about what people with diabetes might have on their wish lists this holiday season.

This is also what happens when I have a respectable amount of caffeine and cabin fever.



Happy Holidays (a wee bit early)! :)

Diabetes: Kid-Sized.

The portable carbohydrate choices that amount to 15 grams are often the stuff designed for the wee ones: the juiceboxes, the applesauce in a squeezy packet (seriously, have you tried that stuff?), the Cheerios in a Ziploc bag. The little fruit snack pouches. Two clementine oranges. (I am currently addicted to those.)

Why does diabetes, by the evidence we carry around, have to make even us adults appear to be small children?

Nothing Says "Diabetes Blog" Like Pictures Of Corgis In Various Displays Of Winter Enjoyment.



Billy's first big snow! (There was much
more than this later on, but it got harder
to take pictures without getting very
expensive electronic equipment
wet and ruined.)





Enjoying a friend's tree (which provides
plenty of "shade" from their very large
Labradoodle puppy who will chase
Billy around the house until he just
gives up and lays down in defeat.
And exhaustion.)!





Reluctantly wearing his winter jacket.



One Hundy.

What it looks like on my meter:

What it looks like in my head:

(If you're down with celebrating the little victories like I am, check out www.onehundredbg.com. Go on, celebrate it!)

(And yes, I really do see the confetti/streamers/balloons/chorus line in my head every time I hit that century mark.)