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Pizza Floats August 24, 2014

I have an issue with getting started.  Its just plain hard to get going on anything.  My issues shows up first thing in the morning; getting out of bed; putting on my swimsuit to do laps; getting all the necessary car paraphernalia together to go somewhere; sitting down to write something; dialing a phone to call a friend; the full list would bore you.  So today it was not a surprise that it was hard to get myself going EVEN to go kayaking with the hubby.  I normally overcome the getting started issue and did today – thankfully.   This morning paddle was a chance for exercise, enjoyment, and fear facing.


And I found out that pizza floats.


Calvin the dog and I mutually enjoy one anothers company.  He made it clear that he would like to be with me on the kayak.  So, he got strapped into the a dog life vest I recently purchased.  Don’t laugh – today it did just what I needed it to do.

Before the hubby was seated on his kayak, Calvin fell/slid/losthisbalance/jumped out of the boat.   Know that I am not afraid of the ocean, but am afraid of this sting-ray, big fish, gigantic iguana infested intracoastal water.  For the dog, I am afraid of not getting him back in the kayak, and that he might swim away from me in front of another boat or too close to the razor sharp barnacles.  Reasonable Fear.

Calvin went out of the boat twice (the second time followed the pizza sighting).    We did not capsize.  I did not go in.  The handle on top of the dog life vest made it possible for me to pull his soggy 80 lb body onto the kayak.  I Am No Longer Afraid…to kayak with the lab…who whined the entire ride.   I now know if he ends up in the intracoastal, I don’t have to join him.

Halfway through our mostly delightful yak paddle, we came upon a large slice of pepperoni.  Pizza Was Floating, I never wondered before if pizza floats, but I am here to let you readers know – it does.  Pass it on.  Eat it, throw it away, but please don’t put it in the ocean. Yuck.

Dinner tonight – Pizza.  My Adie-foodie-friend shared this recipe via her son who prepared it for her.  It apparently has the WOW factor.  Looks simple enough to make.  I make my own pizza crust because its yummy, easy, & inexpensive.  No special recipe for that part.  Here is the  recipe for Malaysian Chicken Pizza


  • 3/4 cup rice vinegar
  • 1/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup low-sodium soy sauce
  • 1 tablespoon minced peeled fresh ginger
  • 3 tablespoons water
  • 2 tablespoons natural-style chunky peanut butter
  • 1/2 to 3/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper
  • 4 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
  • 1/2 pound skinless, boneless chicken breasts, cut into bite-sized pieces
  • 3/4 cup (3 ounces) shredded Swiss cheese
  • 1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded part-skim mozzarella cheese
  • 1 (12-inch) Basic Pizza Crust
  • 1/4 cup chopped green onions


1. Preheat oven to 500°.

2. Combine first 8 ingredients in a bowl; stir well with a whisk.

3. Heat a nonstick skillet over medium heat. Add canola oil to pan; swirl to coat. Add chicken; cook 2 minutes, stirring frequently. Remove chicken from pan.

4. Pour rice vinegar mixture into pan; bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Cook 6 minutes or until slightly thickened. Return chicken to pan; cook 1 minute or until chicken is done. (Mixture will be consistency of thick syrup.)

5. Sprinkle cheeses over prepared Basic Pizza Crust, leaving a 1/2-inch border; top with chicken mixture. Bake at 500° on bottom oven rack for 12 minutes or until crust is golden. Sprinkle with green onions. Let stand 5 minutes before cutting.

Note:  This recipe originally ran in Cooking Light September/October, 1991 and was updated for the November, 2012 25th anniversary issue.



3 Confessions March 22, 2013

Filed under: Discontentment,Follow Through,Hair Cut,Uncategorized — lauradegroot @ 9:00 am

I’ve got 3 confessions and the last one is a doozy.  I’ve heard it’s freeing to put what is in the dark out there into the light.

If you are feeling “priestlike” and wish to comment, question, or grant absolution, please be gentle.


I have not followed through.  Again.

I could dedicate this confession to numerous scenarios. So instead of specifics, let it be a blanket that covers both important and non-essential parts of life.   I am sorry for failing those who have counted on what I told you I would do.  I apologize to those who I have disappointed because my great idea and good intentions fell flat once again.  I am aware of my great burst of enthusiasm coming out of the starting blocks as well as my lack of stamina around the track.

I confess this knowing there are those who will encourage with the fellowship of  “me too.”  I confess this hoping there are those who have overcome the failure of follow-through with successful strategies and will share.


I am discontent.

I ponder “what’s next, what else, what’s new”  more often than I soak in gratitude for “what is.”  I do find myself bordering on being happier with less – to have, to do, to want –    however I still view the status quo as lacking.

I confess this because I am just  over the hump of everything everyday feeling so new, and I wonder about where I go from here.    I am creating create my own chaos!  I wonder if this is due to the intensity of quitting a job; leaving my friends/family; coordinating the selling of our home; packing-unpacking-packing-unpacking, trying to find a temporary landing zone in a foreign land; saying goodbye;  reaching out to the unfamiliar; missing home and all my people at home; experiencing significant change; & learning a ‘new language’?   The intensity and pace have dwindled and my brain isn’t sure how to settle here.

Does the ‘why’ matter?  The fact is: I am swimming in discontentment.  Yuck.

Lifeline back to shore anyone?


I can hardly write these words.  Some things are very personal.  This confession may actually humiliate me.  Yep it will.  Here goes…

I like my haircut.

Nearly 8 weeks post Turkish disaster, I must confess the crazy layers thinned my thick mop enough to keep me cooler.   The wild new doo doesn’t require much time under the blow dryer as there is not much to do with it.  I  will once again look at myself in the mirror without horror.   Who knew something so unfortunate could turn out alright.

Please no “I told you so’s.”  That is not an appropriate response for one who just bared her soul.

Ahhhhh.  I feel better already.




wa·ter·shed (noun) 1. an area or ridge of land that separates waters flowing to different rivers, basins, or seas. 2. an event or period marking a turning point, a change of course.

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