Moving on…

When we moved into our current apartment we never felt that we were going to be here for a long time. Heck, we moved to Portugal 5 years ago thinking it was only for a year. Then another year, and so on. When you live like this you never really set up your home. That and a few other reasons are why I never really decorated the place. 

The kids rooms always get set up. They deserve more than anyone to feel at home. But the house itself never seems to get done. One thing I did do was frame and hang some of Evan´s artwork. We have done that in all our homes. Yesterday I took down one of his prints. It is time to pack it up. This has been the hardest thing I have done yet. It just seems wrong to continue to sleep here when his artwork comes down. 


Peter Pan

I was recently home in the States. My mission was to find us a house. A house that I am to turn into a home. While there I heard the song Lost Boy by Ruth B. It took very little time before I started crying. My first thought was of my daughter. My daughter and her innocence. The innocence of having a home, having friends and the simplicity of childhood. We have been on our own adventure. But this adventure jostled part of my children´s innocence. I know that. They know what it is to say farewell. To painfully miss family and friends. They know what it is to be alone in a room and to have to restart.

Sophia and Evan, I could not be more proud of what you have done and accomplished on this adventure. You are both incredible and that gives me peace knowing that you will be okay. Better than okay, you will AMAZE us in this move. But please know that as you are taking on a new challenge that I carry you in my heart and that I am always asking God to give you strength and to bring you happiness. 

But I hope more than anything that you always will know that wherever dad and I are is your home. We love you.

After a hard day…

After a hard day I went to give one  of my kids a good night kiss and hug. I do not have favorites it´s just my awesome girl is still not home from swim when I crawl into bed. 

Me – Do you know how much I love you?

Him – On a scale of 1-10? 

Me – Yes.

Him – About 52. 

Thanks Mate. You made this frown turn upside down. 


I cheated, but they loved it! I rarely, if ever cook with a packet. I did last night and Lana gave my Pantry Party a thumbs up. Can I accept that compliment? I cheated, but I will take it nonetheless as compliments in this kitchen are a rarity. 



Pantry Party

We are moving. Details and the long story to follow, but right now I am all about starting to get this house in order. I have initiated a game. We are calling it a pantry party. Sounds fab, I know! At the top of the week each of my kids will go to the pantry and select two items. I have to create 4 meals during the week that will each include an item they have selected. My kids did ask if they could start with the M&Ms their aunt bought them. Obviously no one read the rules of the game. 

pantry party

My daughter of course found the one meat influenced item in the pantry. 

Thank you David Byrne

Talking Heads – This Must Be The Place Lyrics

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
Guess I must be having fun

The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It’s okay, I know nothing’s wrong, nothing

I got plenty of time
You got light in your eyes
And you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight

Home, is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place

I can’t tell one from the other
I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be, where I’ll be

We drift in and out
Sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view

I’m just an animal looking for a home
And share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I’m dead

Eyes that light up
Eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head



To be very honest I have been feeling a bit down recently. Today I was writing a guest post for a friend´s blog and I realized that this may be in part to my not getting in many workouts since the start of summer. That is a reality that I must change because I know that exercise has a direct relationship to how I am feeling. 

But there is something else. I am feeling very unsettled. We had decided a few months back that we were going to stay here. There wasn´t any reason that made us say Portugal was IT. It was just that none of us felt like leaving. Does that make sense?

I am not exactly sure what it is I am feeling, but unsettled it is. I do not know if we can make this a forever home. But if this isn´t it I am not sure what is. I will tell you I envy my friends who can, ´Let go, and let God´. It´s been a long time since I uttered those words, but I am feeling that I have to let go. Hard thing to do when you are a mommy and you want to make sure YOU are doing right by your kids. 

So, if you have any positive vibes to spare, please send them my way. I am fortunate that most my days are happy ones. This doesn´t feel too good and I want it to pass. 

A thought….

I had a thought, and that thought was that it was illegal to publish someone else´s recipes without their permission. I might, just might ask Isa Chandra Moskowitz if I can publish her recipes in Portugusese. She might say yes….if not, then I think my project to share recipes in Portuguese may come to an end before it started. 

In the meantime I have cracked into another vegetable cookbook. It´s a beautiful book I discovered in Colorado. I broke a rule there and bought a cookbook that I had not tested. But alas, we live but once. 

After finishing off the leftover chick pea soup I roasted some cauliflower in a lemon, paprika and olive ´dressing´. I didn´t love it. But I love that I eat well. And that I feed my body well. I appreciate what transitioning to a mostly plant based diet has done for how I think about meals. A meal does not have to contain meat to be delicious and incredibly filling. Tonight, was once again proof of that. 

Isa Chandra Moskowitz

Eu vou-lhes contar um segredo….Eu adoro a Isa Chandra Moskowitz!

Quem é a Isa Chandra? É uma chefe de comida vegan. Eu não lembro-me como é que eu descobri o site dela, mas desde que descobri ( e da Terry Hope Romero) as receitas dela têm invadido a minha cozinha. 

Eu tenho um marido que come carne. Por causo, ele gosta muito de carne, mas ele adora as receitas da Post Punk Kitchen. Parece que cada vez um expermento com uma nova receita ele diz que eu devia lhe servir todas as semanas. Mais do que não a comida é muito saborosa e sempre saudavel. Amanhã vamos traduzir a receita para a Chana Masala.