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Yesterday, I ran across some old challah bread that the roomie had left in the fridge. It hadn’t gone moldy, and I was looking for tuff for breakfast, so this is what I did.

Individual Bread Pudding

 

Ingredients:

  • 1 slice challah (old is better)
  • 1 egg
  • 1/4-1/2 cup fat-free half and half
  • 1/2 pinch lite salt
  • 1-2 slices of ham
  • Leftover taco seasoning
  • Handful of shredded mozzarella cheese

Instructions:

  1. Tear up the challah and the ham and put it in the bottom of a shallow baking dish
  2. Beat together the egg and the half and half to make a custard. Add the salt and the taco seasoning
  3. Pour the custard over the bread and ham
  4. Top with shredded mozzarella
  5. Pop into microwave for 2-3 minutes (I put it in for two minutes, then checked it and put it back for another minute)
  6. Enjoy

It was everything a good savory bread pudding should be, without a lot of muss and fuss. I suppose I could have stuck the dish under the broiler for a few minutes at the end to brown the cheesy top, but it was just fine without doing so.

In other news, cardiac rehab goes apace. I managed 6 minutes on the treadmill this morning – my sciatica wasn’t acting up – and 30 minutes on the cross-trainer at a workload of 7. The SciFit Power Trainer got 15 minutes.

I’ve been getting out a bit more than before, so I’m pretty pleased with that. Yeah, I wish the healing was going quicker, but I’m trying to not be an idiot and overreach because I don’t want to burn myself out. I’m planning to go see the Walking with Dinosaurs thing with a friend, and also have a mammogram coming up, so life is busy.

Went to dinner with my sister yesterday, and had a nice time, and I made it into Manhattan for one Friday night dinner, and to downtown Brooklyn for another.

I’ve also been getting some writing, which makes me very happy.

The not so great news is that I seem to have become a picnic ground for a mosquito, who has left a number of bites across my back under the bra-line. They are not fatal, clearly, but they are uncomfortable. Sadly, they are not in a spot I can reach to put aloe or lotion on, so I will just have to live with it.

So that’s what’s been happening with me. How are you guys doing?

 


It’s really been a good while since I posted, but life has been, well,  life.

On 21 May, I started cardiac rehab at Lutheran Medical Center. At first,they had me going twice a week, but  — two weeks ago — that got changed to three time a week. This is a good thing; it means they think I can do more now.

Today, however, I have done something that I have not been able to do since the surgery. I got up and got myself the two and two-thirds blocks to the express bus, and took admit into Manhattan. I am, in fact, at the Starbucksat 49th Street and Madison Avenue, waiting for my friend Nancy to let me know she is almost here. (Nancy is doing me the great kindness of taking me to the  cousins’ get-together this afternoon, since my sister isn’t going.) I’m trying one of their new iced tea concoctions – Blackberry Mojito Tea Lemonade. It’s pretty good, too.

I’m pretty happy about getting here. Granted the walk to the bus that normally takes five minutes took me twenty this morning, because I had to stop and rest about once per block, but still…a month ago, I couldn’t have gotten that far at all, let alone carrying my bag and the motorcycle helmet Nancy loaned me.

Speaking of “carrying”: I still have to consider every ounce I bring when I leave the house. The good news, however, is that – with a lot of help from the ex – I have also been able to do some light grocery shopping, and some other local errands. He was even kind enough to invite me to a barbecue last weekend.

In not so great news, the roomie had to head to California yesterday. Her best friend has decided to stop going to dialysis, and to stop using the oxygen prescribed for her.  The mutual friend who has been acting as caretaker since April had to go back home to handle some stuff within his own family, so the roomie is out there, and will remain there until either the mutual friend can make it back or her friend passes. Needless to say, the roomie is really rattled by this.

I am now at a point where I am looking at trying to blog on a more regular basis. I am not sure yet just what that will look like, but I am looking forward to finding out.

Anyway, I just wanted to do a short update here to celebrate having gotten to Manhattan under my own steam for the first time since the surgery.

 


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