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I made this for a Ladies group Leslie had here and everyone seemed to love it, so here's the recipe.
1 1/2 pounds roma tomatoes chopped
24 oz.Tomato juice
1 english cucumber, peeled and chopped
3 stalks Celery
1/2 cup chopped red & yellow bell pepper
1/2 medium red onion chopped
1 small jalapeno, seeded and minced
1 medium garlic clove, minced
1 lime, juiced
2 teaspoons balsamic vinegar
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 tablespoons fresh basil leaves, chiffonade
If you have a vitamix or similar mixer, combine all ingredients and run on slow speed until desired consistency ( should be plenty of juice but have medium to small chunks for texture)
If you don't have a vitamix take half of all the veggies and puree them in blender or food processor. Take remaining veggies in food processor and pulse 5 or 6 times until veggies are small chunks, combine all ingredients.
So, I've made many an Osso Buco over the years, both traditional and crockpot recipes, but this time I was challenged to make it Whole 30 compliant. This really isn't a big deal except when it comes to "What to serve it over?"
Well I've seen and tried recipes for zuchinni noodles but have never had any that really seemed like noodles. I was very hopeful when I saw someone posting about sweet potato noodles so I figured I'd give it a try. WOW they really do eat like noodles and don't have much sweet potato flavor, and they're super easy.
You'll need a good mandolin for this or maybe a spiral cutter (but I haven't tried that method). I did try to use a good veggie peeler with very little success, the sweet potatos were to hard and I ended up making very short wierd shaped strips so I went with the mandolin.
I've been feeling a bit down the last few days. Nothing serious, just feeling under the weight of my children's choices, and hurting as a result. I know, I should be beyond the grief of it. And most of the time I am. But sometimes, I just forget. And I wander into the pit again and feel sad.
And if I am not careful, I begin to try to figure it out again, and I end up looking at the pain, and the here and now, instead of looking at Him, and trusting He is doing what He needs to do.
This time, it was a result of a conversation, an email, and some facebook posts.
And before I knew it, I found myself hurt, and under the weight of all of the mess again.
There was a TV show when I was a kid called, "What's My Line".
On it, the contestant tried to stump the panel of celebrities as they asked him or her about their line of work. Basically, the panel asked questions about what the contestant did as a job, and they only had a few questions each, and if the person could stump the panel, the contestant won. It was a funny show, with even funnier jobs.
I used to wonder what I was supposed to be when I grew up. Still do, sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever grow up. Thank God he is patient with me!
But no matter what profession we choose, or what we do, we have a calling.
A High Calling.