Final Day at EFNS
So, another congress done. Spent the morning at the hotel before going in to meet with Nigel at 2.30pm to talk about business intelligence needs for next year. He's such a sweetie, so it was nice to catch up and have some time to sit and chat. Then spent some time on the exhibits, chatting with the reps and the folk from Medex, before having a coffee with Jeff who was vaguely offering me a job, I think!
Left the congress centre around 4pm and Nicole and I did a bit of work in the bar before now sitting here, in my room, trying to catch up on my blog (and fulfil my promise to Conor!) before heading out for an early dinner at 8pm. I've had a great time here in Madrid but I'm ready to go home now - be good to see the boys again! Only got another 3 or so weeks, though, til I'm heading off to Athens and Cyprus - its frightening how quickly this year is going and that we're almost at the end of August!! Eek!!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Conor's Triumphant Tapas TallySome people just know how to BRING IT!! (as my trainer would say!). After a hard day navigating Spanish guillotines and generally saving the day, Conor brought his "A" game to the tapas table for the evening. Nicole and I found this place called Estado Pura nearby the Neptune fountain so popped in for a quick drink and snack before she headed off to the faculty dinner. It was excellent, so I decided to be a lazy arse and suggest it to the others for our dinner venue, so Conor first came to join us, then an hour or so later, we were joined by Ros and Tania.
Much hilarity and gustatory one-upmanship ensued. Our choices got ever more adventurous (somewhat fueled by the copious amounts of rioja and beer!) until the "oh my God, I cant believe we just ordered that" pinnacle was achieved in the form of a plate of Pigs Trotters and Cuttlefish "noodles". Oh holy crap. Unbelievably oleaginous with a really quite disgusting texture, we all grossed ourselves out - Conor was originally bailing but agreed, under the influence of extremely heavy peer pressure, to try them - on condition of a starring headline in my blog! Anyway, the only way to go after the pig's trotters is downhill, so we figured we'd better stop there before anyone got any ideas and started suggesting we order the tripe dish! Here's the final tally:
Cantabrian anchovies with tomato and basil (2 units)
Matrimonio (two different anchovies)
Russian salad with "reganas" (toasted bread)
"Piperrada" (roasted vegetables) with tuna belly steak
"Chorizo"(Red Sausage) sandwich
Meat bombs (3 units)
Bravas potatoes
Cod fritter
Ham croquettes (1 unit)
Marinated lamb skewer
Asparagus in tempura with romescu sauce
"Presa Iberica" (Iberian pork steak) with chimichurri sauce
PIG'S TROTTERS WITH CUTTLEFISH NOODLES - BRING IT ON!!!!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Sick in Madrid
Not wishing to sound all sorry for myself here, but there's nothing worse than being sick whilst you're away. Not only do you feel a bit crap (I've got this stupid hacking, dry cough that as irritating as hell and doesnt show any sign of letting up) but you also feel shite cos of all the other things you could be doing exploring whilst you're laid up!! So I did a bus tour of the major sights this morning (I did one in Singapore last year and it was a great way to see a lot quickly and orientate yourself to the city) but had no energy to get off and explore at any of the stops as I was so exhausted from not having slept properly in days. So, I just stayed on the bus for the circuit then came back to the hotel where I collapsed back into bed for a couple hours sleep. Which is where I am right now. I'd also planned to go to the gym today, but seeing as I can barely brush my hair without breaking into a coughing spasm, its probably not a wise idea. ITS SOO FRUSTRATING!! Am wondering if copious amounts of the local Rioja is the answer....
Not wishing to sound all sorry for myself here, but there's nothing worse than being sick whilst you're away. Not only do you feel a bit crap (I've got this stupid hacking, dry cough that as irritating as hell and doesnt show any sign of letting up) but you also feel shite cos of all the other things you could be doing exploring whilst you're laid up!! So I did a bus tour of the major sights this morning (I did one in Singapore last year and it was a great way to see a lot quickly and orientate yourself to the city) but had no energy to get off and explore at any of the stops as I was so exhausted from not having slept properly in days. So, I just stayed on the bus for the circuit then came back to the hotel where I collapsed back into bed for a couple hours sleep. Which is where I am right now. I'd also planned to go to the gym today, but seeing as I can barely brush my hair without breaking into a coughing spasm, its probably not a wise idea. ITS SOO FRUSTRATING!! Am wondering if copious amounts of the local Rioja is the answer....
Marilyn moments in Madrid
So finally arrived in Madrid yesterday, courtesy of British Airways via Gatwick. Journey was very smooth although still a little sombre as we landed into Madrid where the final death toll from the plane crash was 153.
Luggage took a while to arrive, so finally got to the hotel at 8pm - very nice! The ME hotel in Plaza Santa Ana - v. trendy, staffed by beautiful people and very reminiscent of a W hotel! Couldnt have more of a stark contrast to the Holiday Inn at Glasgow. Checked in, approved of my room (decked out in purple and white) and grabbed an early (by Spanish standards!) dinner at the nearby Ginger restaurant. And here's what I learnt about Madrid so far - BEWARE THE GRATINGS IN THE PAVEMENT!!! Especially if, like me, you were wearing a knee length floaty skirt and non-Bridget Jones style pants. What looks like a harmless grating is actually an evil wind tunnel from somewhere and exists to catch hapless, unsuspecting women like me off guard. One minute you're strolling along the pavement, just looking around at all the pretty buildings and shops, the next, your skirt is up by your ears and the local men are getting an eyeful. Which, I guess, would explain why they congregate in that exact spot, I suppose. Honestly, it was so mortifyingly embarrassing, I actually just completely burst out laughing as I realised the look on my face must have been utterly priceless - and the two blokes who were standing right there were also wetting themselves with laughter (which could also have been a shock response, I suppose!). Ah well - it made for a very interesting moment - one, however, I will try not to repeat!!
So finally arrived in Madrid yesterday, courtesy of British Airways via Gatwick. Journey was very smooth although still a little sombre as we landed into Madrid where the final death toll from the plane crash was 153.
Luggage took a while to arrive, so finally got to the hotel at 8pm - very nice! The ME hotel in Plaza Santa Ana - v. trendy, staffed by beautiful people and very reminiscent of a W hotel! Couldnt have more of a stark contrast to the Holiday Inn at Glasgow. Checked in, approved of my room (decked out in purple and white) and grabbed an early (by Spanish standards!) dinner at the nearby Ginger restaurant. And here's what I learnt about Madrid so far - BEWARE THE GRATINGS IN THE PAVEMENT!!! Especially if, like me, you were wearing a knee length floaty skirt and non-Bridget Jones style pants. What looks like a harmless grating is actually an evil wind tunnel from somewhere and exists to catch hapless, unsuspecting women like me off guard. One minute you're strolling along the pavement, just looking around at all the pretty buildings and shops, the next, your skirt is up by your ears and the local men are getting an eyeful. Which, I guess, would explain why they congregate in that exact spot, I suppose. Honestly, it was so mortifyingly embarrassing, I actually just completely burst out laughing as I realised the look on my face must have been utterly priceless - and the two blokes who were standing right there were also wetting themselves with laughter (which could also have been a shock response, I suppose!). Ah well - it made for a very interesting moment - one, however, I will try not to repeat!!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Bloody sodding insomnia - again!
Aarrghh. Its 1.50am in Glasgow, I'm slowly farting myself to death in my shoe-box sized hotel room and I can't bloody sleep. This, despite the 400mg Neurontin (perhaps I should have taken the whole tablet instead of breaking it in two..). I'm actually actively starting to dislike Glasgow - I know, its very unfair of me, but someone has to take the fall, so I'm afraid "European City of Culture", its your rap. Its amazing also how much shite runs through your mind in the wee small hours when you're unsuccessfully trying to perform as simple a human function as falling asleep. Also was unsuccessful in my time zones conversion skill, as I thought it was 6am in Cyprus, so gave Mum a call for a pep-up chat. It was 3am. Oops. But felt much better after talking to her - but consequently am now even more awake. Am toying with the idea of chasing some elusive zzz's again or maybe I'll just throw in the towel, get up and do my packing. (why is it, when I travel, I'm a completely messy cow? lying here in bed, looking round at my room, its like a bomb exploded in my suitcase as there's stuff just everywhere!! Actually, the very thought of getting up and starting packing is exhausting. Maybe I'll ponder that a while longer - it may be the mental Ambien I need.....
Aarrghh. Its 1.50am in Glasgow, I'm slowly farting myself to death in my shoe-box sized hotel room and I can't bloody sleep. This, despite the 400mg Neurontin (perhaps I should have taken the whole tablet instead of breaking it in two..). I'm actually actively starting to dislike Glasgow - I know, its very unfair of me, but someone has to take the fall, so I'm afraid "European City of Culture", its your rap. Its amazing also how much shite runs through your mind in the wee small hours when you're unsuccessfully trying to perform as simple a human function as falling asleep. Also was unsuccessful in my time zones conversion skill, as I thought it was 6am in Cyprus, so gave Mum a call for a pep-up chat. It was 3am. Oops. But felt much better after talking to her - but consequently am now even more awake. Am toying with the idea of chasing some elusive zzz's again or maybe I'll just throw in the towel, get up and do my packing. (why is it, when I travel, I'm a completely messy cow? lying here in bed, looking round at my room, its like a bomb exploded in my suitcase as there's stuff just everywhere!! Actually, the very thought of getting up and starting packing is exhausting. Maybe I'll ponder that a while longer - it may be the mental Ambien I need.....
There but for the grace of God...
And I dont even believe in God but, given the news of the plane crash at Madrid airport (where I'm flying to tomorrow) with over 100 people killed, it puts your little existential agonisings into perspective. They, like me, would have thought they were just on another flight and certainly not that this take-off was going to represent the final few moments of their lives. We all intellectually assume immortality and spend our lives caught up in the minitiae that only becomes important when we assume our continued existence. I try and live as much in the present moment as I can to offset this but still find myself losing perspective and sweating the small stuff. At least one thing I do know is that, when that final moment happens for me, I know I've led an emotionally honest life so that my last thoughts wont be "If only I'd told them I loved them". At that point in time, probably one of my weaknesses (being too damned emotionally open!) will become my final, greatest strength.
And on that deep note, I'm off to the Ubiquitous Chip for some haggis, tatties and neeps!
And I dont even believe in God but, given the news of the plane crash at Madrid airport (where I'm flying to tomorrow) with over 100 people killed, it puts your little existential agonisings into perspective. They, like me, would have thought they were just on another flight and certainly not that this take-off was going to represent the final few moments of their lives. We all intellectually assume immortality and spend our lives caught up in the minitiae that only becomes important when we assume our continued existence. I try and live as much in the present moment as I can to offset this but still find myself losing perspective and sweating the small stuff. At least one thing I do know is that, when that final moment happens for me, I know I've led an emotionally honest life so that my last thoughts wont be "If only I'd told them I loved them". At that point in time, probably one of my weaknesses (being too damned emotionally open!) will become my final, greatest strength.
And on that deep note, I'm off to the Ubiquitous Chip for some haggis, tatties and neeps!
Where Do I Belong??!
So its curious. Been here in the UK for 5 days and can honestly say I feel no vestiges of sentimental attachment to old Blighty whatsoever. Usually, when I've come back, I've got a little thrill of "Oh, look! There's Sainsbury's!" or "Wow - a Marks and Spencer!" when walking down the high street, a combo of the buzz of recognition and familiarity with the stupidly mild surprise of them still managing to cling onto business, despite my absence for the last 4 and a half years. This time, nothing. Nada. Even my totemic trip to Marksies to stock up on undies and tights failed to ignite any sparks of homeward longing. It is a bit of a weird feeling - mildly depressing but in a glass half-full way, I guess its liberating too. Its playing into my current mental state of itchyfootedness - the sense that a big change is on its way. Whether its just job or maybe location, who knows, but I guess one of the benefits of being single is that you can do and go wherever the hell you like, so I'm figuring why not?
So its curious. Been here in the UK for 5 days and can honestly say I feel no vestiges of sentimental attachment to old Blighty whatsoever. Usually, when I've come back, I've got a little thrill of "Oh, look! There's Sainsbury's!" or "Wow - a Marks and Spencer!" when walking down the high street, a combo of the buzz of recognition and familiarity with the stupidly mild surprise of them still managing to cling onto business, despite my absence for the last 4 and a half years. This time, nothing. Nada. Even my totemic trip to Marksies to stock up on undies and tights failed to ignite any sparks of homeward longing. It is a bit of a weird feeling - mildly depressing but in a glass half-full way, I guess its liberating too. Its playing into my current mental state of itchyfootedness - the sense that a big change is on its way. Whether its just job or maybe location, who knows, but I guess one of the benefits of being single is that you can do and go wherever the hell you like, so I'm figuring why not?
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Aromatic emissions
So just digesting an absolutely ENORMOUS curry here in Glasgow - went to Ashoka, one of the best curry places in town, and it reminded me of my student days in Cambridge when you would attempt to eat your own body weight in unidentified meaty chunks soaked in cumin-scented grease and think it was a job well-done. Especially when paired with some limp-wristed bilge that was supposed to pass for lager. I think I must have put on 6lbs in weight over the last 4 hours - ugh! Dont think Tosca Reno would be very impressed with the cleanness of my eating over the last couple days! Ah well - soon, I'll be in Madrid where it'll be so damned hot i wont want to do anything than sweat and drink water.
OK - time to open the windows in my hotel room before i inadvertently smother myself with a deficit of oxygen.
So just digesting an absolutely ENORMOUS curry here in Glasgow - went to Ashoka, one of the best curry places in town, and it reminded me of my student days in Cambridge when you would attempt to eat your own body weight in unidentified meaty chunks soaked in cumin-scented grease and think it was a job well-done. Especially when paired with some limp-wristed bilge that was supposed to pass for lager. I think I must have put on 6lbs in weight over the last 4 hours - ugh! Dont think Tosca Reno would be very impressed with the cleanness of my eating over the last couple days! Ah well - soon, I'll be in Madrid where it'll be so damned hot i wont want to do anything than sweat and drink water.
OK - time to open the windows in my hotel room before i inadvertently smother myself with a deficit of oxygen.
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Plane Decision
So I think I need to find myself an Irish boyfriend. On my first flight with Aer Lingus, from Washington to Dublin, I found myself being seduced by the silver-tongued accent of my 3'5" flight attendent who just sounded so soft and lilting, I wanted to take him home there and then and introduce him to my mother. That, plus the extremely heavy handed pour of the flight attendents as they re-filled my glass throughout the dinner service, I really think we may have found the start of something very special and meaningful....
So I think I need to find myself an Irish boyfriend. On my first flight with Aer Lingus, from Washington to Dublin, I found myself being seduced by the silver-tongued accent of my 3'5" flight attendent who just sounded so soft and lilting, I wanted to take him home there and then and introduce him to my mother. That, plus the extremely heavy handed pour of the flight attendents as they re-filled my glass throughout the dinner service, I really think we may have found the start of something very special and meaningful....
Journey from hell to arse end of nowhere!!
Wow - what a palaver that was!! Busy day in the office trying to finish up everything before my European jaunt, before running for my car at 4.30pm to catch the Delta Shuttle at 6.30pm to Washington. Alas in the car, the heavens opened and it started absolutely pissing it down with rain, black skies, thunder and streaks of lightening ripping across the sky. Oh joy. I began pondering whether a) I was ever going to make it out of LaGuardia this evening and b) whether a plane could actually survive a direct hit by lightening. Obviously all very cheery thoughts!!
Actually lucked out in the end (to a certain degree) because - as they cancelled my flight due to bad weather - we actually all got herded on to the delayed 4.30pm flight that was still sitting on the tarmac a full hour and a half after its supposed departure time! You could tell they were so happy to have been wheeled back to the departure gate when we all trooped on! So, despite the weather and a VERY bumpy flight, I only arrived 30mins late. So, so far, so good - my baggage arrived with me too (always a bonus!) so just a simple cab ride to the hotel. Hmm. This is where things got interesting as a simple cab ride turned into a bit of a nightmare as my enormous, sweaty driver had absolutely no bloody idea of where the hotel was! Obviously I didnt find this out until after I'd got in the cab - and, despite the cabbie calling the hotel for directions - we had an absolute nightmare trying to find the sodding Sheraton. It was all OK until we reached Powder Mill Road, which was where the hotel was supposed to be, but we drove up and down that road at least 4 times and couldnt spot it. The cabbie was getting more and more irate and frustrated and, after about 20mins of driving up and down, declared that "if we dont find it in the next couple of mins, I'm done"!! GREAT!! Minutes away from being dumped and abandoned at a gas station in the arse end of nowhere!! Fortunately, just as the cabbie was about to totally lose the plot, I spotted the hotel in the distance and that we needed to take a left where we'd previously gone straight across an intersection. Thank God for that. As a testament to my Britishness, instead of ripping the cabbie a new one for not knowing where the hotel was, I overly tipped him out of gratitude for not being abandoned by the side of the road, in the dark, with my suitcases. I checked in, dumped my bags and then headed straight for the bar for a restorative gin and tonic! Hope the rest of my trip is less eventful!!!
So, am now sitting on my tod in the Pfizer office, after a morning of preparations, as the rest of the team has just left for their meeting with the FDA. Got a couple of hours to kill before my car picks me up at 4pm, ready for my flight to Glasgow - trying to stay away from the cookies....
Wow - what a palaver that was!! Busy day in the office trying to finish up everything before my European jaunt, before running for my car at 4.30pm to catch the Delta Shuttle at 6.30pm to Washington. Alas in the car, the heavens opened and it started absolutely pissing it down with rain, black skies, thunder and streaks of lightening ripping across the sky. Oh joy. I began pondering whether a) I was ever going to make it out of LaGuardia this evening and b) whether a plane could actually survive a direct hit by lightening. Obviously all very cheery thoughts!!
Actually lucked out in the end (to a certain degree) because - as they cancelled my flight due to bad weather - we actually all got herded on to the delayed 4.30pm flight that was still sitting on the tarmac a full hour and a half after its supposed departure time! You could tell they were so happy to have been wheeled back to the departure gate when we all trooped on! So, despite the weather and a VERY bumpy flight, I only arrived 30mins late. So, so far, so good - my baggage arrived with me too (always a bonus!) so just a simple cab ride to the hotel. Hmm. This is where things got interesting as a simple cab ride turned into a bit of a nightmare as my enormous, sweaty driver had absolutely no bloody idea of where the hotel was! Obviously I didnt find this out until after I'd got in the cab - and, despite the cabbie calling the hotel for directions - we had an absolute nightmare trying to find the sodding Sheraton. It was all OK until we reached Powder Mill Road, which was where the hotel was supposed to be, but we drove up and down that road at least 4 times and couldnt spot it. The cabbie was getting more and more irate and frustrated and, after about 20mins of driving up and down, declared that "if we dont find it in the next couple of mins, I'm done"!! GREAT!! Minutes away from being dumped and abandoned at a gas station in the arse end of nowhere!! Fortunately, just as the cabbie was about to totally lose the plot, I spotted the hotel in the distance and that we needed to take a left where we'd previously gone straight across an intersection. Thank God for that. As a testament to my Britishness, instead of ripping the cabbie a new one for not knowing where the hotel was, I overly tipped him out of gratitude for not being abandoned by the side of the road, in the dark, with my suitcases. I checked in, dumped my bags and then headed straight for the bar for a restorative gin and tonic! Hope the rest of my trip is less eventful!!!
So, am now sitting on my tod in the Pfizer office, after a morning of preparations, as the rest of the team has just left for their meeting with the FDA. Got a couple of hours to kill before my car picks me up at 4pm, ready for my flight to Glasgow - trying to stay away from the cookies....
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Yey!! Off on my travels again!
Well, after a couple of weeks feeling sorry for myself, its now time to pick myself up and look forward - and what better way than a 2 week tour of Europe, courtesy of Charlie P! (that's Charles Pfizer, founder of my wonderful company, in case you didn't know!). Actually, it is work, not a vacation - am off first to Washington today for a meeting with the FDA, then I fly tomorrow night to Glasgow (via Dublin) to meet with a group of surgeons and anaesthieologists to discuss post-operative pain protocols. Am in Glasgow for 5 nights at the World Congress of Pain before then heading off to Madrid for another congress (EFNS, this time!) and another 6 nights! I'm really looking forward to Madrid, as I've not been there before - another city to add to my Facebook map!! My medical colleague is Spanish and from that area, so I'm hoping she'll take me to some great local hang-outs and restaurants! OK - gotta finish packing and get to work!!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Just got Inked!!
So after years of procrastination, today was (unexpectedly!) finally the day I took the plunge and got my first tattoo! Yes - all those hours spent looking out of the window from my apartment in Christopher Street finally propelled the subconscious into conscious action and I found myself in Tattoo Heaven, just after midday today. After explaining the real reason I was there was delayed peer pressure from my Mother (she'd got a tattoo there 3yrs earlier - a lower back tattoo saying "F*ck You" in Chinese characters!), the guy asked me what I was thinking of getting. "The hell outta here" crossed my mind, but instead I replied I was looking for something pretty, discrete and feminine. Something non-visible except to me, my gyneacologist and bikini waxer. After looking at a gazillion non-inspiring pictures of flowers, I stumbled across a collection of Myan Tribal symbols and one in particular, Dwennimmen, really captured my attention.
Dwennimmen is a symbol from the Akan people of Ghana, West Africa and is a symbol of strength, humility, wisdom and learning. It derives from the geometric shape of a ram's horns - the ram is seen as a very strong animal with graceful and magnificent horns and, even though its horns can be used viciously and forcefully for survival, the ram normally chooses not to use them as such but to be graceful and elegant in its approach. The strength of a ram depends not so much on the forcefulness of its horns but on the integrity of its heart. In addition to beauty (inner and outer), Dwennimmen also signifies the necessary balance that is needed in life. A person may be talented and gifted and may have skills and knowledge, but it is not these virtues alone that enables one to excel. It is the creative use of these skills; the strength in mind, body and soul; and the humility that comes from understanding one's place in the universe. It is the learning and wisdom that comes with time that enables a person to exceed his normal capabilities and excel in his endeavours (Adinkra Dictionary by W.Bruce Willis, 1998).
I can't think of anything better to have as my first tattoo.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
New Life Kick-Ass Recipes
Here are a couple of my favourite recipes from my time here at New Life Hiking Spa. More can be found on their website at www.newlifediet.com. Yummy!!
Avocado Dressing
1 ripe avocado, peeled and seeded
1 clove crushed garlic
1 plum tomato, finely chopped
1 tbs. red onion, finely chopped
1/2 cup skim or soy milk
1/2 cup yogurt
Dash of Cumin and/or chili powder to taste
Tamari to taste
Mix all ingredients in blender until smooth.
Chicken Sesame and Spinach Pasta Salad
6 oz. pasta twists
½ cup sesame seeds
½ cup light sesame or extra virgin olive oil
1/3 cup wine vinegar
1/3 cup soy sauce
2 tbs. sugar
¼ tsp. pepper
3 cups cold, shredded cooked chicken
½ cup finely chopped parsley
½ cup thinly sliced green onion
8 cups lightly packed torn fresh spinach (2 bunches)
Boil pasta, drain. Meanwhile, cook sesame seeds in ¼ cup oil in fry pan, stirring until golden. Cool. Stir in remaining cup oil, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar and pepper. Pour over cooked pasta, add chicken and toss lightly. Cover and chill for at least 2 hours or overnight. To serve, add parsley, onions and spinach. Toss gently.
New Life Sundae
4 perfectly ripe bananas, sliced
Chocolate sauce
Nuts & berries
Freeze sliced bananas in a plastic bag. Remove from freezer, thaw 10 minutes then place in blender. Puree until smooth. Consistency will be like ice cream. Use a bit of vanilla yogurt or part of an unfrozen ripe banana in blender if needed. Top with chocolate sauce.
Here are a couple of my favourite recipes from my time here at New Life Hiking Spa. More can be found on their website at www.newlifediet.com. Yummy!!
Avocado Dressing
1 ripe avocado, peeled and seeded
1 clove crushed garlic
1 plum tomato, finely chopped
1 tbs. red onion, finely chopped
1/2 cup skim or soy milk
1/2 cup yogurt
Dash of Cumin and/or chili powder to taste
Tamari to taste
Mix all ingredients in blender until smooth.
Chicken Sesame and Spinach Pasta Salad
6 oz. pasta twists
½ cup sesame seeds
½ cup light sesame or extra virgin olive oil
1/3 cup wine vinegar
1/3 cup soy sauce
2 tbs. sugar
¼ tsp. pepper
3 cups cold, shredded cooked chicken
½ cup finely chopped parsley
½ cup thinly sliced green onion
8 cups lightly packed torn fresh spinach (2 bunches)
Boil pasta, drain. Meanwhile, cook sesame seeds in ¼ cup oil in fry pan, stirring until golden. Cool. Stir in remaining cup oil, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar and pepper. Pour over cooked pasta, add chicken and toss lightly. Cover and chill for at least 2 hours or overnight. To serve, add parsley, onions and spinach. Toss gently.
New Life Sundae
4 perfectly ripe bananas, sliced
Chocolate sauce
Nuts & berries
Freeze sliced bananas in a plastic bag. Remove from freezer, thaw 10 minutes then place in blender. Puree until smooth. Consistency will be like ice cream. Use a bit of vanilla yogurt or part of an unfrozen ripe banana in blender if needed. Top with chocolate sauce.
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