Then men in my life can be slightly high-maintenance at times.
This weekend, Mr. Prevention was upstairs playing with a new remote control model plane — a hobby of his that could not interest me less. One of our bedrooms is filled with my step-son, the albino corn snake named Pinky, and about about 4 model planes. Sore subject. I knew Mr. Prevention had just received a NEW model plane and was tinkering around with it while I was cooking/baking something (what exactly I can’t recall). All of a sudden, he comes rumbling down the stairs holding a rag over his forearm saying, “I cut myself like really, really bad on the propeller…”.
He took the rag away for a moment and without going into detail (food…blood…I get it), it was possible that he could’ve needed stitches. (FROM A MODEL PLANE?!?!?) Instead, however, I cleaned and bandaged him up and we’ve been doing a lot of that ever since. I have learned that his tolerance for pain…is not high.
Monday night, I had made a meal, per Mr. P’s request. At least in part. I’ve been wanting to make lamb burgers and to accompany the burgers, he requested bell peppers, zucchini, red onion, and mushrooms on the grill. I was happy to oblige and as I was pulling dinner off the grill, I knew we’d both be thrilled with our super healthy, first grill meal of the season.
…and then his work phone rang. I ate dinner solo and he reheated dinner 30 minutes later. #angrywife
Then, we get to last night. I was allllll excited about the dinner I had planned to make: Buffalo Chicken Quinoa Salad. Normally, I can add “buffalo” into the title of a recipe and he’s all over it like white on rice. Last night, I caught grief over “quinoa,” never mind the “buffalo” portion of the recipe. Impossible to please, I tell you!
This recipe? Mr. Prevention NOR my father would touch this with a 10-foot pole. Mr. Prevention is not a hummus fan and my dad, well, he makes verbal noises of disgust upon even hearing the WORD “hummus”.
“It’s BIRD FOOD, Nicole…I just don’t like it!”
Husband…father…listen up. You’d like this, I can (almost) guarantee it. What’s not to love about pistachios, Parmesan cheese, and artichokes? Get over the chickpeas already, alright?
Pistachio Artichoke Hummus from Weekly Bite
1 (15 oz) can garbanzo beans, drained and rinsed
12 oz marinated artichokes (do not drain the marinade)
1/2 tsp pepper
1/2 tsp kosher salt
1/2 cup pistachios
1/3 cup grated Parmesan
juice of one lemon
Pour the pistachios into a food processor or high speed blender. Blend until pistachios are crushed. Add the garbanzo beans, artichokes (with marinade), and the juice of on large lemon. Process until all ingredients are blended and smooth. Add salt and pepper to taste.
Yield: 2 1/2 cups (10 servings, 1/4 cup each)
Nutrition Information (per 1/4 cup): 103 calories; 5.2 g. fat; 3 mg. cholesterol; 265 mg. sodium; 8.1 g. carbohydrate; 4.7 g. fiber; 4.8 g. protein; 1.3 g. sugar
Result: Mmmm! I love this twist on hummus – nuts and artichokes?! Swoon. I was concerned the liquid from the marinated artichokes would be way too much…but it was the perfect amount. I kept this on hand all week to nosh on. I served mine with cucumber slices and malba crackers – deeelish![/print_this]
Half way to Friday! May 1…crazy!