IN MY VIEW

Also known as: Pad Kee Mao, Pad Ki Mao, Pad Ke Mao, Pad Kimao

I love this dish and still will likely name my first born Pad Kee Mao.



To get your noodles drunk like this, you'll need 20-30min and:



1/2 package of wide rice stick noodles (vermicelle 400g bag)
2 garlic cloves finely chopped
1 teaspoon chili-garlic sauce
3 hot chili peppers chopped (Thai chiles if you can find them; and yes this part of the ingredient always makes me think of Blood Sugar Sex Magik)
1 teaspoon regular soy sauce
1 tablespoon sweet soy sauce
1 tablespoon cooking oil (I use canola)
1 red bell pepper sliced & diced
1/4 cup of green beans or broccoli
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves (Thai basil leaves if you can find them)

*If you're not a fan of your tongue being on fire, omit or reduce the 3 chili peppers.

Directions:

Break up the rice noodles. You can leave them long but I prefer smaller bites.

Follow the instructions on your rice noodles package to cook them. Generally for the 10mm large rice noodles, you toss them in…

1 cup chocolate almond milk
1 banana
1 cup blueberries (fresh or frozen)
1 tablespoon ground flaxseed

Directions:


Add all ingredients into blender and blend until smooth.

I sometimes add 1/2 cup of fresh baby spinach to this and use sunflower seeds instead of flaxseed for a flavor change.

You can pretty much use any kind of fruit you want. Frozen mango and pineapple are amongst my favorite smoothie makers.

***To make this into a frozen smoothie, add 6 to 8 ice-cubes after blending the ingredients together and blend until cubes are crushed.

For the Veggie Lover in you...


To create this fresh party in your mouth you'll need about 15-20min and:

1 can (15ounce) of chick peas (soak in water for a few minutes and rinse) 1 bunch of parsley finely chopped 1 garlic crushed/finely chopped 1 small red onion finely chopped 2 small tomatoes diced 1 lime 3 tablespoons balsamic vinegar (can be substituted for whatever other vinegar you like) 1 tablespoon olive oil 1/2 teaspoon saltDirections:Drain chickpeas and in a medium sized bowl combine with all the veggies (onion, tomato, garlic, parsley). Mix balsamic and olive oil together and add to bowl. Add the juice from the lime and stir. Sprinkle salt to taste.You can play with this easy dish and switch up the veggies (i.e. cucumber and tomato with oregano and just olive oil will make it Greek-ish) while still getting your awesome dose of protein a la chickpea love.
If you want to use dry chickpeas, you can! But be sure to soak them overnight. Your teeth will…

when the thought “i want your happiness” reels across my mind, i feel as though i've reached that place i've longed to reach for days on end. i want your happiness...this entire spread of pure bliss and all that you love within it is yours. if i could carve the magic out of the ether and place it into your hands, and if i could collect these upward bound feelings and wrap you around in them...how i would. over and over again i would. every one of your expressions reveals to me that face of love i long to see. you are my portrait of divine perfection. and i paint you with colors that only keep leaving me breathless. lucky for me that who you are is always showing me the very self that i am. i never know my own strength until i see you expressing it. it's only when you appear that i even recognize myself. strange it is that i can not see my own face until yours appears to come and face me. you are a precious window into the heart of love itself. and love only knows how…

If "I" is the seed, then thought is fruit. Was there really a forbidden fruit, it would be the thoughts born of "I." And it is only thought that implies what be "good" and what be "evil". For to eat of these thoughts, to attach and identify to these thoughts born of "I"-dentity, is to fall from the natural sate of timelessness.All experiences are but the birthing and dying of thought forms, the play of concepts for the conceptual dream the mind projects - the personal story the "I" tells. Concepts but birth more concepts. The I-concept but births its own conceptual story. Yet concepts have never conceived of that indivisible Truth. As only the false unravels the false, the true Reality, your true nature, never even enters the equation.

When mind is kept quiet beginning with the movement of "I", all experiences dissolve at the root. There is no story.

What stands revealed then when the veiling power of the projecting m…

9 months ago this little bundle of cuteness entered my world.


i love her!
i love her bark!
i love her blue eyes!
i love how she crosses her front paws when she lies down. (a real lady i tell ya!)
i love how she picks something off the floor she knows she's not supposed to and darts out of the room top speed!
i love how she looks at me while she visualizes the treat i'm going to give her on account of her cuteness.
i love how she reacts to my brother.
i love how she wags her tail when she sees me.
i love the diamond on her forehead.
i love how she rests her head on my leg and gives me those puppy eyes (it works).
i love how she follows me from room to room.
i love how she tilts her head when she's not quite sure what i'm doing.
i love how she runs like somethings on fire.
i love how she sniffs my mouth and has no idea what "personal space" is.
i love how excited she gets when i let her off leash.
i love how she treats me like her furniture.
i love how she wiggles her bum.
i lo…

is it strange to turn on the radio and then begin to wonder what it is you're listening to? i am an appreciator of words. but nowadays everything i listen to makes me go...blah. and just like that. blah.

every story i hear in a song, every movie i watch, by the end of it leaves me a little blank. i guess i'm longing to see something closer to what i now see this world to be.

i can't wait till you make that movie!

what would our music and our shows and our movies look like if the dominant paradigm was "the world is a projection of my own mind" or "i create my reality"?

in my view, it would look like this...

we would no longer sing about how "he'd" done us wrong 'cause we'd believe that "he" was just a mirror of our own mental or internal state. that "he" actually has no existence apart from our own mind. and that "she" really was just his own vibration coming to stare him in the face.

we wouldn't bitch an…

getting lov-e-mails :)

my bundle of endless love

free 30min massage courtesy of work


"i'm glad" - the black keys

Alternate title for this blog would be: "I don't get me"
Release and relief can only come from a shift in your perception. I like understanding why I'm experiencing and interpreting certain situations the way that I do. It's strange this tendency to interpret passing scenes in such a skewed manner, leaning on the negative, is a habit worth examining in every aspect of life. Be it relationships, finances, careers, and whatever aspect of this human experience you participate in, our recollections seem to hold the undercurrent of “all that has gone wrong for me.”well, let's pause for a moment. What was right with this passing scene? What was joyful in it? What was amazing about it? I mean how often do we pause and say that the universe got it wrong, that in all its precision and obvious intelligent design, that it's brought us to the wrong place, wrong time, and wrong situations with the wrong people? They who can praise their past experiences, are the one&…

how can it not be me
when i'm all you've ever seen

i'd go on, but i'm not as good at the storytelling.

i bent over to to kiss my dog and stabbed the center of my forehead. i have a nice tiny gash right where the third eye sits. maybe the universe is now saying that i'm seeing a little more clearly.

my surroundings ask for definitions. what do i do and who do i do it with? perhaps from now on, my answer will simply be...God.

the scenes carry on and the wonders continue. i'm somewhere between the land of loving it and being dead to it. it gives meaning to the Sufi "die before you die" or the Saint's assertion "i die daily."

to live in the storyless Way and yet to be invited to tell stories every which way you turn is a strange place in which to dwell.

i seldom speak of the stories dancing before me. i prefer to run my mouth on the topic of the mental tricks that are the stories we live out.

so what shall i say when the queries come?

oh i know this …

oh believer how this world deludes you so
how illusion has gripped you by the throat
and how phantoms whisper
deadened sound into your ears
why do your concepts trouble you?
why do your judgments torment you?
seek solace in the nature of this mirage
it is all unreal
for all that appears
only does so to your blindfolded eyes
awake from your darkness believer
see at once
that
God alone Is

the gods have decided to bathe me with good fortune these days. i'd never turn down free music.

day 1: frank vignola's rhythm machine killed me by strumming the super mario brothers theme.

james taylor was...heavenly.

day 2: akon played on the scissor lift, the Holmes Brothers took me somewhere with "god be with you, until we meet again," and wyclef will be gone 'till november but not before putting the guitar on her lap and playing it with his mouth.

we kicked around in the rain, and sang "dolla dolla loonie," but the best part of it all, is that i spotted my future husband:


akon's dj, benny-d.

our babies will have killer mohawks

God be with you, all ways ~

(Painting: Angela Ferreira)

"are you okay" is delirious language. the human's very mode of relating indulges the insecure mind, the mind that has not turned inward to see the Reality of all that appears here and now. stories steeped in ignorance are offered as gestures of connecting, when in truth all personal stories but veil the inherent unity and total wellness of all that appears.

wake up from this inherited dream and see the untouched ever-present and thriving life force that appears as all things. call it Being. Suchness. Buddha Nature. God. Source. Love. Void. Emptiness. this is all that lives here, and this is wholeness, peace, and freedom. to live at the surface appearance of this reality is to sleep in darkness in your waking state. live at the essence of all appearances, then you shall know what all this is.

Be Still and know your own nature. for in truth, there is only total Well-Being here. all esle is illusion, the projections of an insecure and deluded mind.

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(totally irrelevant aside: my friend asked about the "~" in my messages and email signatures etc, and i said "it just looks pretty!" if i could doodle hearts and flowers in blogs, i would. so please just imagine that i did)


as it goes...it is only a dream character that twists and turns in this dream. and this dream character is that ever persistent "me" with a story.

"i will get this some day" is me-mory at play.

identity, the sense of a separate self-centre, is memory manifest. whatever thought arises carries the content of either some past scene or some future imagining, and it's only in this appearing thought form that an individual, a "me", appears.

so “me” is always just a me-mory. there’s nothing to it but stored images, active patterns of stored energy that are brought to life by the light of attention. this "me" requires a timeline – it requires time to be born, time to thread its story of yesterdays woes. but time d…

best email i've gotten this week:

hey kid i have a new word for you, ALOTABIT. used in a sentence "I DONT LIKE YOU A LITTLE BIT, I LIKE YOU A-LOT-ABIT"

so things i like alotabit:
socks that remind me

eating poutine @ 9:30am

tea kettle race @ work

every kind of cheesecake

this beautiful booger

playing with this little booger


my neighbors 8wk old chihuahua



slam poet Rives...gosh he's awesome

oh yeah...and God

i like God alotabit

attention is an interesting phenomenon. you can’t really explain what it is or what it looks like. you just know that it is by the power of your attention that you can perceive anything in this environment. it’s only when you put your attention on something that you can consciously hear it, see it, or process it on any level. anything passively registered by the senses isn't experienced in the same way we experience what we're actively paying attention to. it’s only when you’re paying attention to your thoughts that you know what the content is about. it’s only when you’re paying attention to a conversation taking place in a room that you know what’s being said. it’s only through the focusing of attention that we can "experience" anything.

i like to think of attention as the focusing of the life-force that created this universe, these bodies, and everything that appears in this design. whatever attention is, it is a powerful creative energy. where ever attention land…