GETTING BACK TO BASICS: Eating Well

Friday, November 11, 2011

Eating Well

I wish I could say I eat like this all the time

...but I don't.

I do I feel so much better when eating healthy foods that it

baffles me why I fall off the "healthy eatin' " wagon time and time again.

This meal was fast and super easy to prepare...just lightly pan sear a salmon fillet along with your favorite veggies and add a sprinkling of seafood seasoning...ymmmm!

Sweet Potato & Carrot Soup With Ginger & Orange

I was given this recipe for Sweet Potato & Carrot Soup With Ginger & Orange

by one of my daycare moms

and it gets
two thumbs up!

1 comment:

Joanna JenkinsNovember 14, 2011 at 1:21 AM
It's a cold and rainy night here and that soup looks like a perfect meal. YUM. Thanks for sharing.
Have a great week, xo jj
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