Category Archives: Mr. U-Diva

Shrink Wrap Pot Roast

Nope, you didn’t read the title incorrectly…that’s exactly what I came across in the grocery store yesterday. The meat, the veggies, and the seasoning were all neatly wrapped in plastic and bound together in a kit. It’s part of Tyson’s “Slow Cooker Creations” and I didn’t bat an eyelash as I set it into my cart.

It boasts a “5 minute prep” (which actually turned out to be much less once I figured out which pot went with the slow cooker base… I hadn’t ever used it before) and was truly easy peasy! So, I ventured into the Library confidently this morning and started to act like I knew what I was doing! (Those Triple D’s were apparently on vacation today.)

The nutritional value was fairly good for “prepared” food: sodium 290 mg, low in sugar and cholesterol, and high in protein with 22 grams.

So, this was a definite winner for the Undomesticated Diva household!

What Type of Woman Are You?

So it’s Good Friday, but things aren’t looking very good around my house. The laundry is piled up hip-high in the laundry room, dishes are still in the sink, the dogs need washing, and I’m not sure I can even get into my son’s room without a jack hammer or backhoe. The pets are guilty of tracking in dirt and leaves by every door, and am I the only one who has several stacks of unopened bills, junk mail, and unwanted direct mail set around on the kitchen counter?

So, I’m sitting here on the couch (okay, the one corner that’s not loaded down with the clean clothes that need folding) and I’m wondering if it is too early to break open a bottle of wine.

I’ve had the sliding doors opened to the backyard because the spring weather is seductively calling my name, whispering to me that I shouldn’t really have to clean on a day like today. My son is at the beach with friends, my husband’s at work, and yet I am stuck here amid a marathon of Law & Order reruns… okay I admit, I’ve opened the bottle of wine now.

Yeah, there’s not much in the refrigerator, but is there ever?  And, my husband will probably be calling in an hour or so to see what’s for dinner.

“Reservations.”

I could probably change clothes and go for a quick run, but who am I kidding? (The glass of wine is half gone.)

There are so many productive things that I could be doing, should be doing, would be doing if I were another type of woman. If I were like my mother, not only would the house be spotless, I would have swept out the garage and relined the drawers.  If I were like my mother, the bills would not only have been opened and paid, but the checkbook balanced to the penny. If I were like my mother, I would have been at the gym when it opened at 6 a.m. and gone by the grocery store on the way home. (I’m on my second glass now.)

But I’m not like my mother… I’m not that type of woman. I am the type of woman who realizes the laundry will wait until I am good and ready to do it. (Or when I run out clean clothes…) I am the type of woman whose husband will still love her even if the dishes haven’t quite made it into the dishwasher yet. I am the type of woman who can always workout tomorrow. 

I am the type of woman who can do all those as well as place a pretty mean take order from P.F. Changs at the same time as I am sending happy birthday wishes on Facebook. I can shove the dog out the door with one foot as I tweet away about an upcoming charity event.  I can turn a blind eye to the mess around me and look to the sunset and appreciate it for the beauty it holds. I can love my son for the hard work he does at school, the manners he demonstrates in public, the smile he gives his grandparents. I can find self-worth in the way I make other people feel rather than the domestic skills I lack.

I am the type of woman who will not let the sweat pants and t-shirt I am wearing make me feel less sexy. (Well, maybe just a little.)  Yep, that is the kind of woman I am. You may not have the same priorities as I do, the same outlook on life, the same disparity of cooking and cleaning, but I will proudly take a stand on the type of woman I am… will you?

 And as I finish typing this blog post I smile to myself (and hiccup as I finish the second glass of wine)… I am also the type of woman who can take a pretty bad Good Friday and turn it into something pretty good after all.

“Why, yes, I am cheap and easy…”

Although I’m a non-cooking Diva, I still have to feed two hungry guys in my household. So, what to do? 

I was on a great Food Blog Forum  earlier this week following a discussion about why so many people do not eat healthily.  Time and money seemed to be the main sticking points. The perception is that we’re just too busy to cook something healthy and that good food costs more than the regular McDonald’s fare.  Well, since my husband is a bit of a health fanatic (Translation: McDonald’s isn’t served often at our house!) I have to be a bit creative… which actually means I don’t have to be creative at all…I’ve already discovered the obvious secret for a non-cooking Diva to be healthy!

Every weekend, I head to the Maitland Farmer’s Market and I make the rounds for some fruits and vegetables.  I look for a variety of colors–reds, oranges, greens, yellows–and things that I know my son might actually consume. Some of my regular purchases include:

  • Baby bell peppers
  • Cucumbers
  • Seedless grapes
  • Blueberries
  • Strawberries
  • Snow peas
  • Bananas
  • Clementines
  • Mangoes

Only every once in a while will I sneak something new and exotic in, such as Starfruit or Papaya.  All of these foods are regularly available at my farmer’s market or at the local grocery store and don’t cost very much.  For example, I spent $22 this morning on all of my weekly produce. (So, that defeats the “eating healthy costs more” argument.)

Once home, I take 10 minutes to wash some selected fruits and veggies (defeating the “time” argument) and then display them on a set of plates.  This is the key, I think, making the display look attractive… for some reason it really does make my son more apt to eat.  One set out, my hubby and son are told the plates need to be empty by sundown.  And so, they munch all day long, grabbing a few grapes as they pass by or taking a handful of cucumber slices as they plop in front of the T.V. 

I usually include one bowl of snack food, such as some kettle corn I got from the market this morning.  This gives us a little something yummy along with the healthy, and this subliminally equates fruits and veggies as being equally desirable as other snacks. (Gotta be sneaky, right?)

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The nicest thing about this method is that I don’t stress over my son having to eat his vegetables at dinnertime, because he has already met his needs.  This makes mealtime a really enjoyable time, rather than one of arguments over what to eat. 

On Sunday nights, I will go ahead and wash the rest of the fruit and veggies, put them some storage containers so they are easily whipped out after school to munch on the rest of the week.

So, there you go…this Diva’s secret to healthy eating, cheap and easy!

Who cares what was being grilled…

So I was at a wonderful cook out (yummy steaks from Fresh Market!) where the hostess baked some sliced red  potatoes as well as red and yellow bell peppers doused in olive oil. Delish and easy! ————–>

Okay, enough food talk on this cooking blog…let’s get down to what I really wanted to blog/vent about today: My hubby.

I am blessed (cursed) with a beautiful man. That’s right, Mr. U-Diva is a real hottie…seriously, he used to do high-end modeling down in Miami, so I really mean it. Check out one of his “modeling” pics. (Yeah, he’ll kill me when he’s seen I’ve posted it!)

Mr. U-Diva

Now, this incredibly gorgeous man does have some truly serious character flaws that gave me pause on our wedding day… he takes well over 15 minutes to floss each night, he leaves the gas tank in my car frequently on empty, and he secretly runs the sprinklers more than two times a week even during the county-wide water restrictions. (That would make you reconsider “till death do us part” too, right?)

So, back to the cook out where Mr. U-Diva and I are both in attendance, he hanging with the guys and me with the women. I was in Gossip Group #1, which consisted of two other ladies and we were chatting away about… er… well, it

Actress Kristin Bell

 really doesn’t matter what because in nearby Gossip Group #2 was the hostess and her out-of-town sister Kristin Bell. (Okay, so it wasn’t really the actress Kristen Bell…this girl was even thinner and had bigger boobs, so of course I hated her right away.)

I was chatting along in my own group when I hear Ms. Bell suddenly ask the hostess, “Whose the cute guy in the blue shirt?” The hostess’ eyes darted right at me, and of course I pretended not have heard, but Mr. U-Diva was the only guy in blue shirt… Yep, my blood pressure started to rise just the teensiest bit.

I heard the hostess explain who my hubby was and the fact that he was MARRIED, so I was taken aback when Ms. Bell bee-lined to my hubby’s side and interjected herself into his Guy Group.  She flashed her too-white, too-tall teeth, fluttered her too green eyes…she even placed a hand on his arm as she giggled at some imaginary joke. Yep, my blood began to boil ever so slightly.

(Surely she wouldn’t want him if she saw the way he absent-mindedly slowed down at green lights, or the fact that he occasionally snored at night!)   

The cook out continued, and I chose to take the high road and ignore little Ms. Busy Bell as she waltzed in and out of my hubby’s Guy Group. Now, another irritating quirk to Mr. U-Diva is the fact that he quite frequently is oblivious to the nose on his face, let alone somebody waving something in front of it. So, when Ms. Bell offered to get my hubby another drink–he looked at her for the very first time as if he had yet to even notice her–I smiled to myself.  (He really hadn’t noticed her… after 18 years of marriage, I do know my husband well enough to know the difference!) And the very best thing about it was Ms. Bell also realized he had not noticed her. (Love it!)

So as she slunk away to the cooler, I decided it was time to go on the offensive. I met her over the drinks and introduced myself as Mrs. U-Diva.  I then complimented her blouse (it was kind of cute) before making my way to the Guy Group where I plopped myself on Mr. U-Diva’s lap.  My presence was enough to keep Ms. Bell way on the other side of the patio for the remainder of the cook out.

And as we drove home that evening, I never mentioned Ms. Bell’s hot pursuit of my hubby. He happily droned on and on about the basketball tournaments…and I didn’t even mind the snoring that night. 

So, as I snarf down a protein bar and get my sneakers on to go walk a few miles (there are other Kristen Bells out there after all), I remind myself that being married to Mr. U-Diva is a blessing, but one a heavy one to bear at times… as if he even knew it!