I decided to don my apron last night and prepare dinner for my dad and I. Having just picked up a couple of filets of tilapia, and craving something a little spicy, I found the perfect recipe. After reading its rave reviews, I decided to give it a shot, and I sure wasn’t disappointed. This Asian honey BBQ tilapia was sweet, yet had quite a kick to it. I served it with a quinoa-bulgur wheat mix, which I mixed with red bell peppers, carrots, yellow onions and a pinch of cayenne to give it some spice. Beware: this dish is not for the faint of heart…it sure can get the blood pumping! Enjoy!
Asian Honey BBQ Tilapia
Ingredients:
- 8 oz canned crushed pineapple in juice
- 1/3 cup onion(s)
- 1/4 cup honey
- 3 Tbsp soy sauce
- 2 Tbsp hoisin sauce
- 2 Tbsp fresh lime juice
- 1/8 cup white wine
- 2 tsp ground ginger
- 1 1/2 tsp cornstarch
- 2 small jalapeno pepper(s)
- 1 clove garlic clove(s)
- 24 oz raw tilapia
Instructions: Preheat oven to 450°F. Chop onion, garlic and jalapeno. Combine all ingredients except tilapia. Put fish in 9 X 13-inch glass dish. Pour sauce over fish. Roast 12 minutes. Serve hot!
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The Hidden Meaning of “Cardio Sculpt”
Yesterday afternoon, I had a discussion with my brother and his fiancé about the boredom that was beginning to seep into my workouts. A couple of years ago when I began working out regularly, running a few miles on the treadmill was enough to change my body. About a year ago, I realized that running was not enough to shape up, so I added a cardio lifting circuit that my brother recommended. It was incredibly effective, and I was looking fit within a few months. At this point, however, neither of these suffice. My body has adapted to these workouts, and doesn’t respond as much anymore. I decided that I wanted to try something different, but wasn’t sure what exactly I should do. Alexis recommended trying a class at my gym, and thus this morning I rolled out of bed with one goal in mind: ‘cardio sculpt’ at 9:15.
I was looking forward to working with medicine balls and hand weights, kind of like Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred. Little did I know that “cardio sculpt” actually implied something completely different. Nowhere in the description of the class did it say “crazy step aerobics class for advanced steppers.” By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late; everyone had already welcomed me to the class, thrown a few hand weights at me, and rolled a medicine ball over. As we started the basic up-down step (I’m sure it has a name…), the instructor looked around at the class and must have noticed the panicked look on my face. “Do we have any newbies in the class?” I raised my hand. “Do we have anybody who is new to stepping?” I raised my hand. 30 women looked at me, shaking their heads as if to say, oh boy, she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.
I’ll show them, I thought. Nodding my head, pumping my fists and lifting those knees high, I was ready to roll. Then out of nowhere, the 30 women plus instructor began doing the most insane moves. My jaw dropped as they began L stepping, sashaying and cartwheeling over and around their steps, arms and legs flailing every which way in an apparently controlled motion.
I stumbled out of the room an hour later, sweaty, confused and determined. Whether or not this determination was directed toward mastering step aerobics or never to set foot in a step class again, I’m still not really sure.