Bruschetta shrimp

We all know these all too well:
Busy weeknights.

Long days at work, chores, responsibilities, kid duties- all of those things can be overwhelming. So much so that the very LAST thing you want to do on a busy weeknight evening is cook a healthy meal.

But guys, I’m telling you, it IS possible! But you have GOT to set yourself for success!

Menu planning around your family’s favorite dishes, smart grocery shopping on your day off, lots and lots of prepping ahead of time (think veggies washed and chopped in advanced) and it’s totally doable. Promise!

If everything is set, organized, planned and prepped, then dinner can be whipped up in a matter of minutes.
Like this easy peasy and SCRUMPTIOUS 6 minute bruschetta shrimp! 


In just 6 minutes (or less!) you can be feeding your family this healthy and protein packed meal- on a weeknight! You can make the tomato bruschetta topping ahead of time or purchase a container of fresh bruschetta from the market. I love Trader Joe’s brand which you can find near the refrigerated hummus/dips section of the store. Fresh bruschetta will last a few days in the fridge so whip up a batch on Sunday evening and it will be delicious all week!

6 minute bruschetta shrimp serves 4
18-20 defrosted shrimp; shelled & deveined (can use tail on or off- whatever you prefer) *Trader Joe’s has some delicious wild caught Argentinian shrimp that is reasonably priced, hearty and so sweet!
1 tbsp. extra virgin olive oil
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. cracked black pepper
tomato bruschetta topping
2-3 leaves of fresh basil
1/2 lemon
freshly grated Parmesan cheese

1. Heat the olive oil in a large saute pan on medium high heat.
2. Season the shrimp with salt and pepper, and then add them to the hot pan and saute for 3-4 minutes or until shrimp turn pink and just firm.
3. Remove from the pan and place on a serving platter. Top with a squeeze of fresh lemon juice, spoonfuls of the tomato bruschetta topping, Parmesan shavings and ribbons of fresh basil.
Serve warm over pasta, quiona, a bed of greens, crostini, or even spaghetti squash! Not a fan of shrimp? Try this with grilled chicken! Enjoy! 🙂


My workout essentials and a *Giveaway!*

As many of you know, I’m in the middle of a 14 week training plan for my very first half marathon! I had 8 miles lined up for Saturday morning, but alas, the previous day’s Orangetheory workout did a number on my muscles and I was just too sore to push through. I ended up doing 2 miles and shelving 6 for Sunday. 

Time for some Ibuprofen and foam rolling! 😉 Continue reading


Half Marathon Training Update: Week 6

Can you believe it’s already the MIDDLE of January?

Studies have shown that THIS is the time when people throw in the towels on their “new year’s goals”. Just 2 short weeks is enough for people to give up. What are YOU doing to stay strong with your goals?  Continue reading


13.1 training & being a plus-sized “runner”

I wanted to start writing training posts when I originally signed up for the Sarasota half marathon in early December (especially a post about signing up because we all know that’s the hardest part and deserves its own post!), but I just haven’t dedicated the time to actually sit down and plan it all out. Continue reading


Life in 2015

It’s already January 3rd and I haven’t written anything about resolutions, goals or the like here at Orangespoken. 
Mostly because I’ve been working on my new little project, The Sly Pie (check it out, pretty please!). 

So what do I wish for in 2015? What are some things I hope for in the next 365 362 days?

1. Complete my first half marathon. I started training for the Sarasota Half on 3/15 a few weeks ago and I’m already up to 6 miles in the training plan. I’ve avoided longer distance races since my experience with the Gasparilla 15k That race was hard. Really hard. Harder than the triathlons. So I figured I’d be sticking with sprint tris and 5ks for the rest of my life. Fast forward a few years later (and lots of pounds less) and here I am training for 13.1 glorious miles. I blame my friend Nanci for this bit of insanity inspiration. 😉 

10906372_10153039990672474_6601877042226963155_n2. Continue with workouts at Orangetheory. What can I say. OTF is still where it’s at and has helped me be stronger and more confident (um, hello 13.1!) since joining. 

3. Eat more. Most people have “eat less” as a goal for the new year, but for me, I vow to “eat more”. Eat more home-cooked meals. Eat more fresh, local produce. Eat more bleu cheese (I really don’t have enough of that in my life). Eat more foods I’ve never tried (and no, NOT Brussels sprouts you fools!). Eat more fish. Eat  more of the things that I love by revamping those recipes to be more nutrient packed and satisfying (The Sly Pie’s mission!). 

4. Drink more. (Heh). I plan to host monthly whine/wine and cheese nights with my chicas! I cherish time with them, and what better way than to dish over good bottles of wine. 😉

5. Volunteer. I plan to give back at least once a month with organizations like the Ronald McDonald house, Metropolitan Ministries and Meals on Wheels. 

6. Strengthen our work with #TeamJudy. I’ll be representing our team by fundraising throughout 5ks, Co-op for A Cure, and other events for breast cancer awareness. 

7. Camp more. Travel more. Fun more. (can you “fun more?“) 😉 Starting with a trip to Ft. Desoto campground in T-5 minutes! 

8. Get flexy. I still battle with the whole flexible thing. Mostly because I don’t practice enough! This year I plan to foam roll consistently, do PiYo a couple of times a week, and maybe, just maybe try a yoga class (finally). Who wants to come sit at the back row with me at Yoga in the Park downtown? 

So that’s it! My vision and hopes for 2015. What about you? What do you see for yourself in the new year? I’d love to hear! 🙂



Honey Dijon Brussels sprouts

If you’re my friend, or if you follow this blog (or stalk me on social media) you KNOW I hate Brussels Sprouts.
Like hate them.

Like if I had my way it would be illegal to grow them, sell them, serve them at restaurants. You get the idea.
And I can hear your voice as I type this.

“Have you tried them with bacon?! Have you tried them glazed in a reduced balsamic?! Have you tried them roasted with salt and a little EVOO?! Have you [insert a million other suggestions I’ve heard you guys tell me here].

Ya’ll I’m not kidding. I detest those veiny green balls of disgusting. I don’t like the texture, the flavor, nor do I like that bulbous feeling against my tongue. Hear me when I shout from the rooftops that I HATE BRUSSELS SPROUTS! 

As a foodie, especially one that promotes healthy eating and trying new things, it DOES hurt my heart that I can’t find a way to enjoy them. And aside from their overall foulness, I DO have an emotional reason for detesting these beasts.

Way back in once upon a time time I attended a very strict private school. It was 1980-something and I was just a wee 1st or 2nd grader sitting in the cafeteria of this school preparing to eat whatever they had plopped onto my tray that day (we had no choices back then kids; so consider yourself lucky!) 

Now something you might not know about me is that I was a complete goody two-shoes growing up. I mean I was terrified, TERRIFIED of doing something wrong. So because of that, I was very shy, and VERY quiet. And what made my fears even WORSE is the fact that this school was lead by a mean, old, crotchety, rottenly rude “principal” named Father B (I’m sure he’s dead and giving Jesus a hard time right about now, but we’ll keep his identity private… in case his family is tuning in). 

Father B was STRICT, and I mean STRICT. And back then, hitting kids was still a thing in schools (specifically whacking them across the hands with rulers and crap!). So when Father B patrolled the lunchroom each day, kids were silent, and they cleaned their plates- no questions (or arguments!)… or else. Recess was right after lunch so if there were any children not following the lunchroom rules that day, they would not be able to go outside and play, and they would most likely have to deal with the big “B”.

Well years later I can clearly see THEE lunch that turned my world upside down on that fateful day. There was a grilled cheese sandwich, a bowl of clam chowder (right? no allergies back then I guess!) a pile of steamed, bulbous, wretchedly veiny Brussels sprouts, applesauce cake, a carton of white milk and my retainer wrapped up in a napkin in the corner of the tray. I devoured my grilled cheese, slurped my chowder, inhaled my cake, and washed it all down with the milk. I was thoroughly full at that point, but KNEW I had to do something about the 4 sprouts staring me down from their little boxed section of the plastic lunchroom tray. I had never, and I mean NEVER seen anything so foul in my entire life, but figured that these little green balls from hell weren’t going to prevent me from sliding down the slide today. So I took one and popped the entire thing in my mouth. I bit down and felt the hard, leafy, bulbous texture collapse in between my teeth, and rapidly spit it out onto the table; just as Father B walked by.

The half-chewed green sprout looked as though it had been run over by a truck. I carefully picked it up with two fingers and laid it in the corner of my tray next to my wrapped up retainer. And at that moment, I heard three little words that I will never, ever forget. Three little words that to this day replay in my head anytime I make eye contact with those little green sons of bitches.

Clean. Your. Plate. 

I sat there staring up at Father B as he stared back through his thick rimmed black glasses and sheepishly informed him that I didn’t like them, only to have him utter those three horrific words once again, along with a threat that if I didn’t comply, I would not be joining the rest of my class at recess…and possibly even worse.

Now I wish I could say that I embedded a little exaggeration into this tale, but you’ve got to believe me when I say that all of this actually happened, including the fact that I sat and stared at those 3 + 1 half chewed sprouts through recess, reading, math and science lessons that day. And when Father B finally came back to the lunchroom to see me sitting there staring at those same sprouts (now even more limp and cold), he shot me a disgusted and disappointed look, told me to clean off my tray, and sent me back to class for dismissal. I had won the battle that day against both Father B and the sprouts, but to this day, I am still battling the war against those nasty things.

And although I’m now 35, I cannot shake those same feelings from that horrific day from my childhood. I was convinced that Father B knew the devil himself and got those green balls straight from the booth of a farmer’s market in hell. I really, REALLY want to like them. They’re packed with goodness, and it seems as though the rest of the world is on board, and some even go so far as calling them “delicious!” So now as an adult, with a different palette than the one I had 25+ years ago, I have attempted to prepare these things based on all of the suggestions I’ve read about and heard about in recent years, but have managed to unsuccessfully cook these creatures in a way that will A. please my taste-buds and B. wash me of the trauma Father B created in my head.

Not long ago I whipped up a salad with a Brussels Sprouts slaw I purchased from Trader Joe’s. It was alright, mostly because the little bastards were shredded, and covered with a delicious dressing and grilled shrimp (what’s not to love!). But I didn’t feel as though I had truly won.

And honestly, why should I even CARE about winning? Um, well, I’m a *wee* bit competitive. But I’ll save that for another post.

Today my adoring and loving man took me to the farmer’s market to stock up on some produce before football playoffs began (any other football widows out there? Holla!). I picked up the usual, but then spotted a sweet and innocent looking basket of those green balls propped up all perky and cute by the fresh herbs.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed a basket and headed to the check out.
Like I said. Competitive.


2015 will be the year that I will finally defeat these jerks. I mean what if one day I end up on Chopped and they’re in one of the mystery baskets? What then?! I need to be prepared.

Now will I dare use the D word to describe the recipe I whipped up below? Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves kids. SURE these tasted good (gasp!), but we’ll save the D word for things like coal fired pizza, tiramisu, and corn fritters with bacon aioli from BJ’s. THOSE things are worthy of having the delicious title.

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Roasted Brussels Sprouts with a creamy honey Dijon drizzle
8-10 stupid Brussels Sprouts, quartered
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil (evoo)
1 tsp. sea salt
1 tsp. cracked black pepper
1 tbsp. lemon zest
2 garlic cloves, minced (I used the zester to make it very fine)

For the drizzle
1 tbsp. evoo
1 tbsp. raw honey
1 tbsp. Dijon mustard
1 tbsp. mayo
1 sprig of fresh thyme
salt and pepper to taste
*Freshly grated parmesean for garnish

1. Preheat your oven to 400 degrees F.
2. Toss the dumb quartered Brussels Sprouts in the olive oil, lemon zest, garlic, salt and pepper until every stupid nook and cranny is coated.
3. Throw them haphazardly onto a baking sheet and roast at 400 degrees for 15-20 minutes or until you see that they are no longer that ugly green color, but now more of a brown toasty color. Give the pan a few shakes during the cooking time just to show them who’s boss.
4. While those stupid things are cooking, prepare the drizzle by combining all ingredients into a bowl and whisking until smooth.
5. Apologize to the drizzle for what you are about to put them through.
6. Remove the jerks from the pan and place onto a serving dish or bowl. Drizzle the dressing over the top, then sprinkle with a few shavings of freshly grated Parmesan cheese.unnamed (13)

And last but not least, sigh, go ahead and eat them. You’ll be pleasantly surprised at the flavor and texture. The sprouts become quite nutty, and you can’t feel those nasty veins anymore. And the drizzle is sweet and tart, which gives it a nice bright flavor. They’re actually good. Sigh. Ugh.

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