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Aztec Diet: Raw Fish, Anyone?

cover for soon-to-be-released audiobook
cover for soon-to-be-released audiobook

Today I hit the “Publish Button” at ACX. So the audio version of A Shot in the Bark is in the pipeline and will be ready for purchase in two to three weeks. To whet your appetite, I’ve posted the five minute sample on Sound Cloud. https://soundcloud.com/carol-ann-newsome/a-shot-in-the-bark-a-dog-park

I’m awed by the fabulous job Jane Boyer did with the narration, bringing Lia, Anna, Peter, Bailey and the rest of the dog park gang to life. When I first contacted her, I told her that the tone of Shot ranged from creepy to cozy. I said it had a large cast of characters. She didn’t blink, and she’s been a consummate professional throughout the entire process. Jane has committed to continuing the series with Drool Baby, and I couldn’t be happier. Expect the second audiobook before the middle of August. I can’t wait, because I know the next book is going to be even better.

My evening job is over until June, so I’m back to regular hours and getting my Aztec Diet in hand. Not that it was totally out of hand, but I did make a number of concessions, including having a solid food in the evenings. I still managed to lose a few pounds. Now I’m looking at Phase II in earnest, and working on more quick and easy recipes for one to suit the Aztec Diet.

I’m a big proponent of raw food, and it fits well with the Aztec Diet. No, I can’t do a 100% raw food diet. But 50% raw food is do-able for most folks and still gives significant benefits.

Most raw foodies are vegan. I’m not. Fish is easy to consume raw. Easiest is sushi. Of course, we aren’t allowed to have sticky rice. But you can have sashimi. I occasionally stop at the sushi counter at Kroger’s and ask them to make me a sashimi plate. Sushi is still a fringe food in Cincinnati, so the sushi chefs at Kroger’s are always thrilled to get a special order. They fix it up with avocado and cucumber on a bed of baby romaine. Yum.

If you want to do-it-yourself, you can always pick up a package of individually frozen tuna steaks, a jar of pickled ginger, a tube of wasabi and a bottle of soy sauce or Bragg’s Liquid Amino’s. No, the tuna won’t be as tender as sushi quality, but it will be cheaper and you can have it at your leisure, at home. Be sure to slice against the grain.

Only use tuna. Sushi grade fish is frozen for an extended period at 0 degrees to kill any parasites. If you have a source for sushi-grade fish, great. If you’re like me, you’re stuck with the grocery store. Tuna is the only readily available fish safe to eat raw, as it does not get parasites like other types of fish.

Carol at MIrador del Condor

Another wonderful raw fish option is ceviche. Ceviche is a South American specialty consisting of raw fish that is “cooked” by marinating it in something acidic. I fell in love with it when I was in Peru. You can use vinegar, fresh lemon juice or lime juice. Lime juice gives the tastiest results. If you are feeling decadent, you can use vodka. Ceviche can be made from any white fish. Shrimp and scallops are also used. Tilapia is inexpensive and gives nice results. Raw salad vegetables and spices are added to the marinated fish. Often oil is included. You can check out these recipes: Tilapia Ceviche http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/marcela-valladolid/tilapia-ceviche-recipe/index.html and Vodka Ceviche http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/30/dining/302prex.html

Or, you can try my recipe for a single serving, below:

Carol’s Easy-Peasy Ceviche

    Dice 6 ounces of tilapia filets (or other white fish), place in a glass jar
    Add juice from 2 large limes put the lid on the jar and rotate the jar to ensure the juice has coated all the fish. Put the jar in the refrigerator, rotate occasionally to re-coat the fish. Fish is ‘done’ when it is white and opaque. Time will vary, depending on the size of the pieces. Minimum 20 minutes to a couple hours.
    While the fish is marinating, dice 1/4 – 1/3 Cup each: English cucumber, red bell pepper, tomato (optional. I don’t use tomatoes because I can’t eat them, but they are a classic ceviche ingredient)
    Thinly slice the white part of 1 green onion
    Dice 1/2 avocado (optional)
    Dice 1 serano pepper (optional)
    When the fish is ready, drain the lime juice and discard.
    Season with salt and pepper, if desired.
    Add hot sauce to taste, if desired
    sprinkle on fresh or dried cilantro
    Stir in 1 heaping TBSP mayonnaise or Miracle Whip (optional, but don’t knock it till you’ve tried it)
    Stir in vegetables

Many folks eat this on saltines or tortilla chips. Since we’re all about lowering carbs, I suggest simply eating it with a fork. You can also spoon the ceviche onto baby romaine leaves for finger food.

Your Dog Could Be A Star!

Llightning
Lightning

Is your dog the reincarnation of Houdini? Can he find his way out of tight places? Is no fence safe?

I need a cover dog. And I’m willing to give the finished oil painting portrait of this dog (16″ x 20″ or larger) to whomever supplies me with the photo after I’m done photographing it for the cover. The winner gets the painting, I keep the reproduction rights. The winner and canine will also get an attribution in my book, along with a brief profile.*

The name of the book is Maximum Security. It features my dog Max as an escape artist. Only problem is, I featured Max on the cover of A Shot in the Bark and I can’t use her again. So I need another dog face.

Chanel
Chanel

I need a decent photo of a dog squeezing under a fence or other tight place. It must include the dog’s face, from the front or a slight angle. Extra credit for a manic look in the eyes. The more expressive, the better! More points for rescues. You can submit as many photos as you like. You don’t need to be a professional photographer, just be able to capture the face and have it in focus. I’ll post my favorites on this blog. Send your photo to carolannnewsome@netzero.net Put “Caught in the Act!” in the subject line.

You must have taken the photo yourself and either own the dog or have the owner’s permission.

Rose and Izzy
Rose and Izzy

I expect to be working on the painting in August or September, so there’s plenty of time to take pictures. As an enticement, I am posting photos of prior covers and other pet portraits so you can see what I do. We’ll say the deadline is July 30, 2013.

Drool Baby
Kita
Max
Max
Max's Portrait
Max’s Portrait
cover for soon-to-be-released audiobook
Cover for soon-to-be-released audiobook

*By submitting your photo to this contest, you are giving me permission to post it on this blog. If your photo is selected, you are giving me permission to use it as source material for a painting to be used as a cover on my up-coming book, Maximum Security, and for other commercial purposes.The winner will receive the finished painting and no other compensation. The winner receives bragging rights only, and does not receive any reproduction rights associated with the finished painting.

Aztec Diet: Day 33: More Temptations

Pounds lost: 17

Pre-Breakfast: 1/2 ruby red grapefruit; Breakfast and lunch: Blueberry Banocada made with almond milk; Snack: 1 cup cottage cheese and 1 apple; Dinner: 1 can tuna, 1 tablespoon Miracle Whip, 2 slices sprouted multi-grain bread; snack: Nestles’ Crunch Bar

Today was another draw. My team leader, Eric, is a sweet young guy with a shaved head and a Batman hoodie. He wears baggy but not saggy jeans. He’s got a cute scruff of beard along his chin. Tonight he announced, “I don’t bake,” then proceeded to lay full-sized Nestles’ Crunch Bars on our desks. I stared at it for a while and pretended to consider options. Eventually, I admitted to myself that I was eventually going to eat it, and agonizing over it was a waste of time. So I broke it up into little pieces and nibbled at it while we completed training, as if this would make eating it more virtuous. I noticed it was 200 calories, same as I had planned for my evening snack. I skipped the flax crackers.

No, I’m not proud.

I have no trouble turning down alcohol and other things which are bad for me. Chocolate is another matter. Avoiding temptation is not hard. I can keep my hand out of those big bowls of candy.Turning it down when it wraps its slinky arms around your neck and plants a big kiss on your mouth is another thing entirely. And while a Crunch Bar is not the skank ho of temptations, it is far cry from finding Johnny Depp in your bed.

I feel so cheap.

Maybe, by the time this project is over, I will have the mental tools to resist being flogged with chocolate.

Meanwhile, here is a perfectly harmless temptation for sci fi fans.

Sherdan has spent many years planning for the future. Now he’s in control and he is expected to forge a fresh new start for the people in his program, people he has shaped and can’t abandon, but Britain’s PM has other ideas and Sherdan must face the full might of the UK. On top of all this he has to face the one thing he never expected to feel; love.

Anya is on a mission from God to find out why she has been sent to the heart of Bristol, and what she can do to stop the world being plunged into war. When she finds herself forced to pick a side and join the fight, only her faith in God can see her through.

Sherdan’s Prophecy is a tale of high stakes and political intrigue. A science fiction novel where faith and technology come together to take the human race another step closer to the final showdown. Where a few select people make decisions on behalf of many. A gritty account of power that shows both the best and the worst of humanity.

Aztec Diet: Out of the Office

My New Blender
I missed posting yesterday. Looks like I won’t be able to get back here until later tonight. I’m still on my diet. I got a new blender, which I LOVE. http://www.amazon.com/Oster-BVCB07-Z-Counterforms-7-Speed-Stainless/dp/B002RBXHSC/ And it looks like the last several days of stalled weight (and my chocolate binge of yesterday) were due to a normal influx of hormones. Drool Baby is even back on the top 100 list for Mystery Series at Amazon. Things are back on track.

I’ve been tied up because I contracted with a narrator to produce an audiobook of A Shot in the Bark. I’m terminally jazzed. She’s got a terrific versatile voice and is very professional. I think she’s going to be perfect for Lia. AND she got right on it. So I had to put everything else on hold while I got production notes together. I have high hopes for release before the end of May. If all goes well, Drool Baby will be close behind.

Today’s Saturday, the day I usually plug a couple fellow writers – Give them a look-see!

First Book in the Julie O'Hara Mystery Series

When her best friend is murdered, Julie O’Hara, a body language expert, packs up her suspicion and flies to Boston for his funeral. Who could have killed rising artist Marc Solomon, and what does Castle Cay, the Solomon’s mysterious Caribbean island, have to do with it? Before long, Julie’s sixth-sense pulls a hidden string that unravels a deadly conspiracy…and her own troubled past.

http://amzn.to/13IRzNi

As if one murder weren't enough. . .

Nightmares of a horrific car accident haunt Amber, and the scars go deep. As she struggles to regain memories of the past few years, Amber receives a phone call from an old high school friend, a woman who has been missing for three months. The call is disconnected as her friend pleads for help.

With her neighbor at her side, Amber digs into the disappearance, but sinister men are watching and they don’t like Amber’s meddling. While danger lurks, Amber discovers secrets that may unravel her life.

Someone wants those secrets buried…

“A twisty, intense mystery that scares, surprises, and satisfies” Traci Tyne Hilton (Mitzy Neuhaus Mystery series)

http://ow.ly/fL9oB

I’m off to the dog park, because Poo waits for no man. Or woman. I’ll catch you up as soon as I can. Promise.

Keep Chugging that Chia!

Black Friday and Thoughts on the Art of Giving

I think the world must be divided into two kinds of people.  People who participate in Black Friday, and strange people like me, who Just-Don’t-Get-It.  I mean, there you are, stuffed to bursting in a turkey coma with your nearest and dearest, and instead of pulling out the Parcheesi board, you’re bundling up.  Bundling up?  For what?  a nice walk?  A movie?  Meeting friends at a bar?  Nope.  Bundling up in battle gear to stand outside all night long, waiting for the opening bell of Black Friday.

I’ve waited in lines before, for a good cause.  I waited in line for four hours to see the president.  I spent nine hours holding a Great Spot to see the WEBN Labor Day Fireworks the year my sister came to town to see them.  I don’t mind hardship for a good cause. But what is this good cause?

Black Friday marks the opening of the Season of Giving.  No matter your religion, you spend the dark days of winter in the pursuit of Peace on Earth and Goodwill towards Men.  This is universally celebrated by the giving of gifts.  And how do Black Friday adherents mark the opening of the season?  By punching out the person between them and the thing they want to buy so as to demonstrate their Love for Humanity.  For real?

The thing that precipitates this behavior is love of the Great Deal.  And a newspaper that costs twice as much as usual and weighs five pounds, full of Great Deals.  So that you can spend the day we set aside to consider all that we are grateful for, not cherishing memories with loved ones, but poring over pictures of things we don’t have and designing a battle plan for grabbing as many of these as possible for the lowest cost. No matter who’s in the way.

This must hark back to the good old days, before box stores, when Jason endured countless dangers in pursuit of the Golden Fleece.  When the value of a gift was defined, in part, by the amount of danger one went through to get it.  The HDTV becomes some kind of blood trophy.

Me, I’d prefer a gift that someone didn’t toss away a bit of their humanity to get. Oh, there are nice stories about Black Friday.  I hear that some churches give away hot cocoa to those in line in the middle of the night.  Then I wonder what those poor folks do when the cocoa runs through them and they’re still stuck in line. But such stories are rare.

To me, gifting is a subtle art, one that is not benefited by pugilism. It’s not about quantity.  It’s not about satisfying another person’s greed.  It is a way to recognize someone, to show them you understand them and love them for being who they are.  They connect us.  The best gifts require intuitive leaps that are served by aimless wanderings and serendipitous encounters.   One of my most cherished gifts was a scarab beetle in a test tube.  Huh?  I am probably the only female in the world who would coo over such a gift.  And the fact that my brother, who never communicates with anyone except to send presents at Christmas, somehow intuited that I would be pleased by such a thing is precious to me.

Another gift that tops my list was a blouse. On a freezing Saturday, I drove to Oklahoma City to spend the day, first teaching, then attending a round of gallery openings.  I was surprised to find my boyfriend waiting for me when my class was over.  The weather had shifted, and I was doomed to get heat rash from the sweater I was wearing. So he bought me a blouse, a very pretty blouse that looked great on me and went with my skirt.  Even better, it was a blouse I would not have thought to try on.  Then he drove twenty miles to get it to me so I would be comfortable that afternoon. I treasured that blouse, and still treasure the memory, long after we parted ways.

True gifts are symbols of the heart.  Someone very far away recently asked me what I wanted.  I said a key ring.  He was very surprised.  I told him I wanted it because that way I would have something from him that I would be touching all the time. Didn’t matter what kind of keyring.

If you’re reading this, you probably aren’t wrestling with someone over the last Tickle Me Elmo.  Possibly you are in sympathy with Walmart strikers, or just don’t care to risk maiming so some CEO can have another margarita on his yacht in the Caymans. Hopefully, you believe in supporting your local economy by buying local.  Maybe your idea of a gift isn’t the thing that a million other people have.  Perhaps your idea of giving the gift of yourself isn’t so literal as to involve bloodletting.  It’s possible you are just sensible enough to know that it’s freaking cold out there and the traffic is stupid to the max.  Whatever the reason, if you are reading this on Black Friday instead of shopping, you are my kind of people.

If you’re like me and think a much better way to spend today is to curl up with a good book,  I hope you’ll take a look at my friend, Kate’s, blog.  She’s listed a plethora of terrific indie ebooks (including “A Shot in the Bark”) for you to check out.  Find her here: Only True Magic