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Pita! Pita!

Just picture the Little Ceaser character of yore when saying that.

Had an official weigh-in/measure yesterday.  To date I am down 7.8 pounds and 17 inches.  I just wish I could get the lbs to drop at the same rate as the inches.  I'm hoping the increased walking/jogging will help.  I did do a double yesterday, Curves then walking/jogging.  There was a gentleman who passed me on the trail who sounded like an emphysema patient while jogging.  I seriously thought I might have to revive him should he topple over from the exertion.  I was also slightly ashamed that my jogging was barely faster than speed walking given this man's commitment to exercise at his own peril.  I did manage to stay up until 10:30 last night watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S, so in the end I'm really the winner.

Roast Beef Pitas
For 2 servings

8 oz. Roast beef - I used sandwich meat
4 tbls. crumbled feta cheese
1 cup spinach, arugula, or a mix of both
1 large red onion, sliced, diced, or chef's choice
2 tsp. brown sugar
2-3 tbls. butter
dash o' Worcestershire
little mustard of your choice
smidge of mayo
2 whole wheat pitas

You thought the quality and precision of the ingredients list was going to improve?  Welcome to my blog.  You must be new here.

Thinly slice the red onion.  Add butter to a large skillet and heat over medium-low heat.  Add the onion and caramelize, about 30 minutes for the good stuff.  Towards the end, add in the brown sugar and Worcestershire sauce.  You can prepare these a day ahead of time and reheat.  It literally is the only portion of this recipe that requires cooking.  I made these the night before so I could put last night's dinner together in under 10 minutes.

Slice each pita in half and then separate the sides to form a pocket.  I put a little bit of Duke's Mayo (because it's sugar-free) and spicy brown mustard inside the pita.  Stuff with 1/4 of the greens, feta cheese, roast beef, and caramelized onions.  Repeat with the other 3 pocket o' pitas.

Really, am I not the Julia Child of 2013?  It just that sometimes we forget that a delicious weeknight dinner doesn't have to be a complex masterpiece!

Enjoy,

Katye

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