Monday, January 15, 2018

Pork Tenderloin from Pretend It's A Donut

Last week I found a recipe from Jenn over at Pretend It's A Donut for a delicious, and may I add easy pork tenderloin with a pomegranate and balsamic glaze.  Plus it is Whole 30 and Paleo friendly!  Luckily my sister still had two pieces of tenderloin frozen, all we really had to pick up was the pomegranate juice, Dijon mustard and Brussels's sprouts.  We got everything together and waited patiently for the pork to defrost.

I am going to start by saying this was one of the easiest dishes I have ever made and it is fool proof.  Jenn laid out the instructions in simple terms and every single thing about these ingredients meld together to create a delicious and healthy meal in about an hour and a half.  Yes it does take time, but seriously, an hour and twenty minutes of it is spent with the pork roasting in the oven so you can go about your laundry/dishwasher, side dish duties or whatever else you have to complete by dinner time.  To be completely honest, I didn't make this as a dinner, but rather a meal for lunches for a couple days of the week.

I seasoned the pork with salt, pepper and a bit of balsamic vinegar and popped it in the oven as Jenn said to do.  At the 50 minutes left to roast mark, I quartered my Brussels's sprouts, drizzled olive oil along with salt and pepper, covered them with foil and popped them in the over to roast for 40 minutes along with the pork.  The rest was easy roastin'.  Once the pork is out, you make the sauce.....  Oh man, that sauce superb and the stuff dreams are made of.   After the sauce is complete, slice the pork up and serve with the side of Brussels's sprouts. 

This receipe was easy and tasted divine.  I only regret not photographing it before putting it into meal prep containers, but you can find a photo over at Pretend It's A Donut.  Recipe below.

If you make this, let me know how it goes.

Xx

TENDERLOIN WITH POMEGRANATE SAUCE
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 1 hour, 20 minutes
Total Time: 1 hour, 30 minutes
Ingredients
  • 2-4 lbs pork tenderloin
  • 1/2 cup pomegranate juice
  • 1 tbs dijon mustard
  • 1 pomegranate, seeded
  • 1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
  • fresh parsley for garnish
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 450 F.
  2. While oven is getting hot, take your pork and place it in a seasoned cast iron skillet. (If you don't have cast iron a baking dish works fine)
  3. Season pork with salt and pepper and drizzle some balsamic vinegar over it.
  4. Once oven reaches 450 F, turn it down to 325 F and stick the skillet into the oven.
  5. Let cook for 1 hr 20 minutes.
  6. Remove skillet from the oven and place your pork onto a cutting board. Let pork rest for 10 min covered loosely with a piece of foil.
  7. Turn your stove on to medium and put the pomegranate juice, balsamic vinegar, and dijon mustard. Stir around making sure you really incorporate all the juices that the pork left.
  8. Let simmer until the sauce thickens up.
  9. Turn stove off and place pork back into the skillet. Drizzle the sauce all over the pork and garnish with a bunch of pomegranate seeds and fresh parsley

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Southern California's Endless Summer

Here we are, January 4, 2018, and the temperature outside is 58 degrees... Yes 58 degrees with the sun shining.  It may seem cold to some, but with Florida and South Carolina getting snow, it has me saying, "Go home winter weather, you are drunk."

Last weekend I spent some time out in Laughlin/ Bullhead City area (that is the Mohave desert for those who are geographically challenged, like myself) where the day time temperature was 87 degrees, which meant pool time (it was heated of course).

While I love any chance to work on my tan ( I know it is bad), I also love having a real fucking winter.  You know where there is snow, ice, and temps in the teens.  Where I have to wear Sorels, scarves, and it is the kind of winter that makes dip-shit people move back to the city because they literally can't even "deal" with winter.

Save Our Water posted a photo of last year's snow pack compared to this years and it makes the outlook on 2018 and water dismal.  It's not just about me over here, it is about our water too.  Whatever weird global warming shit we have going on we need to fix it, because Florida is getting snow and California (yet again) is projected to run dry. 

That's my bitch post for the week.  Hope you enjoyed it.

Xx


Friday, December 29, 2017

2018's Goals

2017 has been a wild ride for me.  I have found peace in certain things that happened, still ask questions about other things which leaves me happy to say "Peace out fucker!" to 2017.

Each new day brings a fresh start and New Year's Day is day 1 of making my life so fresh and so clean.

I tend to stay away from the word "resolutions" instead I set "goals" for myself in the coming year and, obviously, I had to share them with y'all.

- Get back to basics- Lower materialistic wants and needs and invest in travel, time with friends and family, and maybe the pricey bottle of red wine.

- One new recipe a week- I love cooking, but finding the time for cooking has always been an issue for me as is finding people willing to eat what I make.  (Attention non picky eaters, this is your formal invitation to come try my dishes out.)  This coming year I am challenging myself to make one new recipe a week and as any good blogger would do, I plan on sharing my experience with these recipes here.  This is a win/win for me... I just came up with 52 blog posts for 2018.

- Try out Healthy Wage- Have you heard of "Healthy Wage"?  If not, I think this is a really cool way to commit to fitness and losing the extra weight you may have.  I have researched it and I like the idea a bit more than Diet Bet.  You enter your weight, goal weight, the time frame for the loss and how much money you want to pay monthly.  Once you set that up, you finalize by entering payment information and taking a video of you stepping on your scale for approval.  I haven't tried it yet, but I plan to commit to this challenge.,  I could lose weight AND make money!

- Cleaner eating-  As you all know, I have been a ginormous proponent of the Whole 30 way of eating.  The thing is... I like love wine... A LOT!  On Whole 30 there is absolutely no alcohol, which isn't bad most of the time.  I know a shit ton of wine isn't good for you, but sometimes you just need a glass after a long day or while catching up with girlfriends.  Anyways, I plan to eat much cleaner in 2018 than I did in 2017.

- Blogging- I am really planning on be being around these parts and catching up with the bloggers I love as well.  It is so weird how life has you deviated momentarily, but blogging is always something we can come back too.

What are a few of your goals?

Xx

Monday, November 27, 2017

New Direction

Kristie's Blue Jeans has, for the most part, been an upbeat blog with a bit of real life sadness and problems thrown in.  After Route 91, I have struggled to get back here and be as upbeat as I had been  in the past and with that I have decided, on a suggestion from a friend, to start posting in a different direction.  While there will still be days of frivolous posts, there will be REAL life thrown into the mix.



My life is messy, at time chaotic and full of things that displease me and I intend on sharing it here.

 I am sure some may see cynical posts and run for the hills, but the fact of the matter is that I am not necessarily a "cynic", I am more of a realist with strong beliefs and opinions.  Many of those opinions have been shared in the past in regards to Thanksgiving (which I despise) and dating (which I loathe).

The thing is, life is ever changing and we need to be flexible enough to bend and sway with those changes so we don't snap.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Struggling

Here I am, 7 weeks from the most horrific night of my life and as much as I want to write about Black Friday deals or Thanksgiving recipes, I can't bring myself to.  That is what happens when your brain experiences trauma.  You shut down.  Things that once seemed important now become trivial, vapid and shallow...

I don't want to live my life that way, which is why I am struggling. 

I am struggling to find a balance between what was and what now is.  The term "new normal" doesn't seem fair, because I didn't pick it, it happened to me, but that is the most fitting term to describe this weird purgatory type life I am leading.

We did Friendsgiving last night and I witnessed three different arguments, each trivial, but meaning so much to the people who were fighting.  To me it wasn't worth it... I guess that is what happens when you run for your life for a 2nd time from a man wielding an automatic rifle.  I wanted to yell, "do you know how lucky you are that this is how small and insignificant these issues you have are?" 

That is the new me.

I find it harder and harder each day to empathetic to people with "first world problems".  Yes life changes you, but 1 October made me re-evaluate my problems and guess what?  They aren't so bad. 

You can always earn more money, but you cannot get your time, harsh words or actions back.

With Thanksgiving approaching, I ask this of each of you, who makes your heart happy and say thank you to them for being in your life.  They may make your life irritable at times, but after so many were lost 7 short weeks ago, we must celebrate the love and kindness in each of us.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

1 October 2017

One month... How has it been that long?

October 1st, 2017 was supposed to be like any other ending to a music festival.  There would be people nursing Saturday night's hangovers, people taking advantage of a Sunday Funday,  those letting loose on the last day of vacation, but most importantly it was supposed to be the last day where all 22,000 of us Route 91 goers came together to enjoy the end of the weekend with some of our favorite artists.

Route 91 for me was all about Eric Church who had performed Friday night.  Friday night....  That seems so long ago when I sit here and write this.  It was the night that my sister and I worked our way up close to the stage and danced and drank and held up or boots for "These Boots".  It's when a random stranger took our photo because we were "awesome" and when another random put his arm around me and we swayed to "Springsteen".

That Friday night will forever remain frozen in time as we didn't know what would happen Sunday.  I look back in disgust that a shooter had been watching our joy and love for country music over 3 days from 32 floors up while planning the worst modern day massacre in American history.  I feel violated.  I feel sick.  I feel sad.  Mostly, I feel lost and very angry.

Sunday started like any other Sunday in Vegas, with a champagne brunch for the girls while the guys stayed holed up at the sports book.  Finally we all decided to get ready to go, but my family was delayed a bit and our friends went on ahead of us.  My mom, sister and I left and got to the festival around 5 p.m., got our beers and settled at the Next from Nashville tent for Adam Craig.  We decided to stay back that far until my brother in law got to the festival.  We texted our friends who said they were up close and we would all meet up toward the end of Jason Aldean.

The day went by and I noticed that Sunday seemed to be the busiest day for the festival.  There were so many of us country lovers in attendance.  At the Next from Nashville tent a guy approached me to talk about my Wyoming hat because his shirt was from the same company.  Our friend Julie who met on Friday found us at a picnic table and chatted about ice cream, her friends being close to the stage on the right side.  We met a CHP who worked with my hairdresser's husband.

What can I say?  Country people are friendly and wherever you go, you make new friends.  That is one thing I love about this community most.

Not long after the CHP and his girlfriend left, I got up to throw my beer can away.  I looked at my watch, 10:00p.m. on the dot.  Jason Aldean was starting his 4th or 5th song of the night.  My sister and I talked about how it wasn't our favorite and we couldn't wait to see what would be on his playlist.  Then I heard three pops that sounded like firecrackers.  Looking around I found my eyes settling between the Mandalay Bay and the Luxor.  Now I know, we all were looking at a devil in disguise who would soon rain Hell down upon all 22,000 of us.

Then it started... It sounded like a drive by shooting on the Strip and my first reaction was, "God dammit OJ Simpson.  Of course there's shots on the Strip the day you get out of jail."  That is when I saw him... A man in a baseball hat, orange shirt and camo shorts running toward me screaming to run.  The officers behind me ran forward, security was there pulling fences open, someone grabbed my arm and my brother in law said to run.  I looked at my mom and told her to run.  I took off to the right toward porta-potties, my family to the left.  My mom yelled for me and I took off after them.

My sister was trying to call our friends while I called home to tell my dad we were safe and running.  I was terrified to run out on a street, because that is where I heard the gunfire, but I ran with the crowd.  I looked at my new friend, Julie, and told her to come with us.  She said she couldn't and took off back toward the venue in search of her friends.

No sooner than we made it into the main casino area of the Tropicana there were screams and people running in from The Strip side and someone yelled, "Shooter!  There is a shooter coming this way."  We all scattered.  A man  was knocked out of his chair at  a slot machine.  I paused to help him and told him to get out and get to safety.  I looked around and found my family.  We all ran our side emergency exit doors.  After the crowds ran, we ducked between stairs and a building, my brother in law saw an opening and told us to get under the steel stairs.  Once under them we realized we were hiding between the stairs and an employee entrance exit surrounded by fascia board.

Here we crouched in the dirt for what seemed an eternity receiving texts from friends and family with updates from the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department with reports of snipers, active shooters, car bombs and gunshots upon medics.  The first death toll released was 27 people....

Soon a helicopter was over head, lowering itself toward the Tropicana, then flying up... It continued in a yo-yo pattern for minutes.  Screams were heard from the Strip.  Gunfire.  The footsteps of those running out of the casino thundered directly above our head.  Slight explosions were heard in the distance.  The noises were chilling and being hidden, we still have no idea what exactly was going on.  Every noise made me more aware and fearful of the scene we had no visual on.  Just the noises of chaos, panic and pure terror rang out.

At one point we thought we were safe, only to be told by a security guard who saw us that they believed there were active shooters in the casino and to stay hidden.  He promised to come back and get us.  As I was getting ready to climb back over the fence to our hiding place I spotted a young couple.  I grabbed them and told them to hide with us.  The poor woman was semi-hyperventilating.  Repeatedly I took her hand and told her we all were going home.

In those moments, every sound and person going by was a threat.  We didn't know there was one shooter from 32 floors above.  That was the worst part.... Not knowing what the real danger was.

The blaring of sirens and flashing of the Tropicana's emergency system still haunt me.  How I didn't lose it in those moments I will never know.

After what seemed like weeks, the Tropicana announced we were safe but on lock down.  We pulled ourselves out of the dirt and hopped the fence once again and limped into the hotel's employee portion.  We came limping in from blisters and stiff joints with twigs and dirt stuck to us, the employees looked terrified.  Immediately our hands went up as the employees asked if we had been shot or injured, thankfully we were all shaken up, but ok physically.  They escorted us to a stairwell where other Route 91 concert goers were heading to the casino main floor.

After trips to the bathroom, I saw our friend who had been separated from his wife and us.  I yelled to him and we all embraced in a huge group hug.  He was able to call his wife from our phones as his  battery had died.  We found security and tried to get to his wife who was locked in a hotel room with 20 or so other people.  Security said they would get her, but the other's in the room refused to give her the room number.

As I walked down the corridor toward the convention center entrance, I passed hysterical girls, huddling families, men crying- the truth is- everyone was in shock, whether it be hysterical cries or silent huddles.  Each and every one of us knew we had escaped death, but had no idea what loomed outside the walls of the casino.

Strangers huddled together, shared phone cords, shared blankets, water, cigarettes and most of all, compassion.  Cowboys donning their hats walked water cases up and down the halls and in and out of ballrooms to keep busy, others huddled together and shared stories of their escape.  The true beauty of human kindness filled the halls even though the event was a tragic nightmare.

After hours, we were finally released.  After much begging and pleading our friend was able to go with the police and my sister to get his wife from the hotel room.  We all hugged and basically ran toward the exits to head back to our hotel and home.

The events of October 1st have changed each of us, we will no longer be who we were before that horrendously awful night.  We are bound together as well.. All 22,000 of us.  We have become a family, leaning on each other in the hard moments, celebrating small victories, most of all because we survived the worst massacre in modern day America.

If you have someone in your life who is a survivor, please be kind.  Check in on them, even if it is a just a text.





Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Getting Back

Before Las Vegas, I had every intention of returning to blogging and a part of me still wants to.  Another, bigger and louder part of me is scared. 

If I get back to blogging, what do I blog about? 
Do I continue with heartfelt posts regarding Vegas or go back to recipes, clothes and the "life" part of blogging?

It is the most bizarre conundrum as I feel like whichever I choose, I am not being true to me.  Going forward there will be all sorts of posts seeing as this is a lifestyle blog and all of that.  I may have great days where I talk about recipes and events, or bad days where I go back to one of the darkest nights in American history that I was fortunate enough to escape. 

Either way, this is my space and I plan on keeping it that way.  If offend you, I am sorry, but I have always marched to the beat of my own drummer and after Vegas, that rebel side has surfaced even more.

Much love for this week.

Xx