Okay, so the title of this blog makes it sound like I'm about to post something dirty. I'm really not. I thought it was funny, considering I made stuffed green peppers last night for the first time (and ate them for the first time in YEARS). Now, remember, I'm stuck in this whole I-wanna-get-healthy-so-I'm-gonna-eat-healthy-ALLTHETIME rut (ha), so the traditional recipe had to be altered a bit. Gone was the delicious Italian sausage-and-tons-of-cheese stuffing, replaced by ground turkey, nearly-puréed mushrooms and red onions, plain tomato sauce, brown rice, and variety of spices.
In all fairness, I did break down and cover the lot of it with pizza sauce and a tiny tiny TINY smidgen of part-skim mozzarella.
It was very tasty. You almost wouldn't know that it was less that 400 calories for an entire pepper stuffed to the gills. Of course, as I was waiting for the blasted thing to cook (apparently one has to bake the darn things for almost 2 hours, which I of course neglected to discover until 5 pm, when 2 very hungry family members were whining about wanting food), I paged through one of my many cookbooks. Mmmmmmm chicken pasties. . . . mmmmmmmm maraschino cherry meringue . . . . . mmmmm Cabernet Sauvignon.
In any case, the only indulgence I had while waiting for said peppers to bake was the Cabernet. The rest would have taken forever to make, and, well, I had already put in the effort for the stuffed peppers. Of course, my 7-year-old still only ate a BIT of the stuffing and none of the pepper. . . but he didn't know about the hidden veg. Victory!
I still think I want to cook through a cookbook. Or many cookbooks. Just not one with gross recipes. . . and you know what I mean. Any suggestions?
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