Veal with Creamed Mushroom Sauce

 

A favorite memory from my childhood was going to the Café (pronounced kâ-fey by the locals) with my grandparents in Rock Springs, Wyoming.  I don’t remember the name of it because it was always referred to as THE café.  The only café we ever went to.  It had a red awning and brick walls. The interior was brown carpet, red chairs, and somewhat of an Asian/American dark decor.  The menu had everything from stir fry to open-faced turkey & gravy sandwiches and my favorite, breaded veal.  It wasn’t exactly the best cooking in the world but it was our café and a tradition every time we visited grandma and grandpa.

Quinoa and Kielbasa

I’m a health nut. Sort of.

I love reading books about health, trying recipes, buying cookbooks, following health guru pages and blogs, buying a new cleanse or healthy eating package every few months, researching foods and idea, and freely giving advice to others on healthy eating.  However  [confession time] if you were to shadow me for a week you’d scratch your head because it wouldn’t add up.  After 5 or  6 days in a row of fast-food drive thru (once or even twice a day) you would definitely realize my walk and talk rarely meet.