Incredible Picture and Lamb Riblet Soup

I’m a very proud papa. Take a look at the picture my daughter took at her school. She’s the photographer for the year book and newspaper.

 

I still have several pounds of grassfed lamb riblets left and decided to make a soup with some of it.

Remember the lamb riblets?

They are tasty on the grill, but I now think these little riblets are best braised or slow cooked. The slow cooking turns it into melt in your mouth goodness.

Ok so here we go, feel free to give the recipe a name in the comments. I have no idea what to call it 🙂

Serves 4-6 depending how much you feel like sharing

1 pound lamb riblets

4 celery stalks

8 baby carrots

1 large onion

3 cloves of garlic chopped

2 tomatoes diced

6 cups water

butter or oil of choice to fry riblets

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp cumin

1/2 tsp chili powder

1/2 tsp mustard powder

1/2 tsp garlic salt

4-6 medium red potatoes cubed (peeled if you have the time/ don’t bother if you son’t mind the skins in the soup)

Start by getting a big enough soup pan. If you don’t have one, go get one. Goodwil is full of them if you’re saving your yen until Christmas.

Slice the riblets into individual pieces. In fat of your choice brown the riblets. You don’t need a lot of cooking fat as the fat on the riblets almost works like bacon fat. Sprinkle with your garlic salt. When done browning remove from pan. Now add your onion and garlic. Let cook for a few minutes and add your carrots and celery and combine well. After about 2 -4 minutes add your tomato. Combine well. After 3-5 minutes of all these veggie flavors coming together add all your spices. Again combine well. Now add in your browned riblets. give it a few stirs and add 6 cups of water. Bring to a boil, turn heat down to low and cover. Let simmer for an hour. After an hour add in your potatoes. Let simmer for another hour to hour and a half. Remove pan from heat and ladel (with slotted spoon) out all the rib bones. Also fish for the larger bits of meat. The pieces that came of the bones whole. Remove bones and give the meat a few chops with the knife and add back into your soup. Garnish with fresh cilantro if you have it.

Sorry, I didn’t take a picture of the final product, was to busy eating and forgot. This is a meal in a bowl. The soup was truly spectacular. The cinnamon, cumin and mustard powder all work so well with the lamb.

What should we call it?

Be Happy!

Ankle Musings & Questions

 

Maybe sometimes little  set backs, like this broken bone thing,really have the potential to be growing experiences or perhaps putting many things in perspective, maybe it just a big mind fuck, who knows. But I will tell you, that you don’t ever think about injuries like this ( at least I didn’t, and I do worry from time to time) until they hit you smack in the middle of the forehead and take you for their roller coaster ride.

Looking back now almost two weeks ago I knew when I went down playing tennis that I broke my leg. I could feeeeeeeeelllllll it breaking.But I didn’t want to give it any thought as THAT brought on fear and worry. I had the strange “time and space being one” sensation, of me being IN my body and totally ONE with my body that I could feel and understand what was happening from the inside out. Only one thing got in the way of me staying totally calm and that’s fear of course that I just mentioned. I screamed when I went down but did not cry in font of the guys that came running to my universal sports call off true distress.I had to take off my shoe, even though I was told not to, in hindsight I’m sure glad I did. I had to look at my sock and check to see there was no blood as I had the sensation my bone came through my skin. Thank gd that wasn’t the case (I would have passed out). My good samaritans asked to call the ambulance, but I wanted to drive home. yea yea go ahead. I just wanted to BE HOME. My first call, after letting out a warrior scream in my car, was to my wife, I simply said “baby I got hurt, I need a bucket ready with ice and water when I get there. At first she thought I was kidding, but I simply whimpered a bit and said, I just really hurt myself I think, I’m on my way.

My next call was to my best friend George, the moment I heard his voice, I cried into the phone and said “I just got really hurt George playing tennis….. I think I broke my leg…… I hope I didn’t scare you George and thank you for being there for me. He said ice right away and than told me the story that he broke his leg when he was 13 and his mother didn’t believe him and he was home for a week until they took him for X-rays. My father and brother in law were there waiting with my wife when I got home. My father in law saw my face of agony and at first thought I was just screwing around. But than he realized I was in a bit of trouble. My BIL, helped me in the house, it was great to lean on him and say a few choice words as I cried into his shoulder.

I waited for 2 days to get the X-rays. The pain steadily increased and I saw no real crazy swelling like I had expected. (often a sign of a break if there’s a lot of pain also). This was me on the first night after the incident. My wife and I had to attend a fundraiser for an upcoming 5K we were involved with. I was in pain, but figured a few margaritas and some appetizers might be good for the soul.

I was in a lot of pain that night from all the hobbling around and not having my leg elevated…but it was worth it. the appetizers were exquisite and the drinks stellar and we supported our best friend who had dedicated so much time to the cause.

Per my other post you know the xray showed fractured fibula and tibia. I took effort to quickly get into a good Orthopedic facility. After much pushing I was still left to wait for about 9 days before my scheduled surgery, The surgery was uneventful and the only thing I remember is telling the anesthesiologist that I wasn’t particularly drowsy as we headed towards the OR (operating room). His words; “don’t worry it works quick and it’s strong” Those were literally the last words I heard and my last memory before being waking up in the recovery room about 2 and a half hours later.

Even though I’ve broken many things in my life and have been stitched up quite a bit, I had never had surgery and never made it past the emergency room in a hospital. So I will tell you that I was a tad nervous before the surgery…..Best to park all those unneccasrry thoughts somewhere far away and focus on “good thoughts”, which is what I did. I think my wife could tell I was a little scared 🙂 But her love and encouragement kept me focused and calm. Basically I got a small plate and screws on the fibula and the tibia which looked to need the same from the CT scan, only needed some “cleaning up” , but did not end up with a plate on the inside of the leg.

The whole vibe is just uncomfortable in the hospital settings/world. I wonder if that will ever change….

My wife drove me home and we tried to relax a bit when we got home. That was easy for me to do. I was one drunken sailor. My wife tells me I was cracking some funny ones. Between the general anesthesia and the pain meds they put in my IV, I was literally feeling no pain.

That no pain party was over quickly the next morning. HOLY SHIT did my leg hurt when I woke up. The unwavering never-ending pain lasted from Tuesday morning till it hit its crescendo Wednesday afternoon. I cried several times because of the pain. I’ve never experienced that before in my life. And just like that, it simply dissipated. Around 7pm Wednesday evening I told my wife that I had turned a “pain corner”.

It is now Saturday, the true pain has stayed away since that Wednesday night. I’m trying to ease myself of the pain meds, and only take it when I’m just really uncomfortable, no so much from pain, but from all the sitting around, transferring, hobbling etc.

I can’t tell you how much I appreciate how everyone has been helping me. On crutches, you can’t even carry a glass of water. My in laws have been so sweet and supportive. They are true “real honest to goodness people”. For anyone that’s been in this type of situation, you can attest to the fact that gratefulness takes on a whole new meaning when you truly need some help. My gorgeous wife has been simply amazing. To have someone kiss you at 2:30 am when you’re busy tossing and turning trying to get comfortable, and to tell you everything is going to be ok, is some of the worlds most powerful medicine.

It’s now been long enough, that in my mind I’m well on my way to 100% recovery. So much so, that at times, I just want to stand up and go cook dinner or get myself a glass of water, but then the weight of the “boot” my left leg is in, reminds me to pick up my crutches.

I have one more full week ahead of me of sitting on my behind and putting my foot up. Then perhaps another week and I will get working. I travel A LOT for work, so hopefully my estimation for the time schedule is accurate. My type of job does not allow me to do a lot from home….virtually nothing, so that’s been a blessing and a curse.

As such, leave me a comment or a question. I’m practically online all day long so if I can help you with anything, please let me know. I would be happy to dedicate a post or two on it for you these next 7 days.

Well, thank you all for reading and I just wanted to share some of my thoughts.

 

Laid up and Grateful

Don’t be grossed out by my gnarly foot. It has a bunch of cream on there to relieve pain and swelling. I rolled, sprained or fractured my ankle last night playing tennis. I’m not sure if I heard a “pop” or a “snap” when it happened, it was drowned out by my baby screams of agony. Good Samaritan’s carried me to my car and I called my bride telling her to prep up large bucket of ice and water. I iced it and elevated it all night and my nurse slathered the above cream on it often. I’ve twisted my ankle before, and once rolled it playing basketball, but those instances must have been minor because the pain can’t be compared to this one. I simply took a few steps to the left to hit a ball, my shoe “slid” somehow and my ankle flopped. It felt like my fibula cracked and0 came right through my skin, but when I was able to stop screaming, I looked and was relieved to not see a site like that. I did not go to the doc yet. I will give it a few days. As far as I can tell nothing broke,  but will monitor progress closely.

As of this morning, I was surprised to find it less swollen than I had anticipated it to be upon waking. No real discoloration to speak of….good sign? Pain is still here, but less severe just sitting and keeping it elevated.

I was given some “natural” healing and pain relief capsules and cream (above) both have as the main ingredient ETArol. ETArol is a  concentrated extract of New Zealand Green Lipped Mussels, clinically proven to have powerful antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties. Research on the New Zealand Green Lipped Mussel has demonstrated improvement in up to 75% of patients with osteoarthritis and 77% of patients with rheumatoid arthritis. This same mussel has been clinically shown to be more potent in relieving inflammatory swelling than aspirin, acetominophen, ibuprofen or naproxen.

I must say, so far so good.

It’s very important to keep an attitude of gratitude when your body gets stressed like this. It’s easy to have your mind run off on you and flood you with nothing but doom and gloom thoughts…. but pain management, healing and recovery start with your thoughts. Keep them positive and grateful.

Focus on things you can do when these types of “incidents’ come along. I’m enjoying using the crutches, I’m happy I’ve been doing lots of weighted dips in the gym. I will exercise a bit differently over the coming weeks. But since i’m less mobile, I will use the time to work on different things. I’m grateful that the rest of my body works, I’m grateful to be alive….I’m grateful my loving wife is here to help me.

So now that I’m done screaming cussing and crying, I focus on the good stuff.

No matter what, keep your perspective, keep positive, always find a way to look at things from a different angle….BE HAPPY.

NAMASTE

Marinated Boneless Beef Short Ribs Low Calorie Recipe # 3

I love beef short ribs. They have an amazing beef flavor and they are extremely affordable.

I have done a few posts showing them grilled here and here, but you have to try what I’m about to show you. You will need:

1.5 to 2 pounds of boneless beef short ribs.

1 heaping table spoon of miso paste (fermented = GOOD, more to follow in the supplement post)

2 tblspoons of water

2 tblspoons of rice vinegar

1 tblspoon garlic powder

combine all ingredients and make sure all of the miso paste is dissolved.

In a large ziploc bag or non reactive bowl let your meat marinate for AT LEAST 24 hours. It will be perfect if you keep it in the fridge for 48 hours. The miso and vinegar will penetrate the meat. The acidity of the vinegar “cooks” the meat slowly.

When you are ready to eat, let the meat come to room temperature. Slice your boneless rib in thin slices. This looks so good, I think I could even eat it raw. The meat outside surface area HAS cooked and the inside is “rare”. It’s a beautiful contrast of colors you will see.

Next get your non stick pan nice and hot. Don’t add any fat.

Put your thin slices in the pan and let them sear quickly and than mix it around a bit. Cooking time is minimal here…you can cook until the “red” color in the middle of the slices disappears…or not if you like it more on the “rare” side. Take a look at the finished plate

This is what it should look like in your pan.

If you are a fan of “Mongolian beef” or “Korean BBQ” or “Teppan Yaki” steakhouses…. you will LOVE LOVE LOVE this meat. This simple flavorful cut of beef combined with the few marinating ingredients and the element of time, create a flavor, in your own home or for your guests/family, that will truly blow you away.

3 ounces of beef comes in at 250 calories and 26 grams of protein. I  only prepare 6 ounces at a time for myself as I could probably eat a pound and a half in one sitting.

I’m very excited for this weekend as I will checking out my first real BBQ Festival. It’s actually a BLUES & BBQ Festival. I will take plenty of pictures and I’m very excited to taste the creations of some real BBQ pit masters while listening to some good tunes.

By the way, you can find miso paste in most markets now. I would love for you all to try this recipe and give me some feedback. This recipe creates the kind of flavor and taste sensation, that you are simply not used to eating at home.

Enjoy your loved ones and the weekend and BE HAPPY.