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CarrotsAndTomatoes-1024x683OK, so there’s a few ideas in this linked article, but take it from a dad of 4 very independent and iron willed veggie haters–none of this friggin’ works!
Except…one method that I used back in the day (not listed in this article). I would puree different greens, garlic, onion, carrots, zucchini, eggplant and other veggies and then lightly saute in olive oil. From there, I’d blend the mix in to their fave bottled pasta sauce and then proceed with spaghetti and meatballs (turkey meatballs – that was trick # 2) as normal. They loved my “secret recipes! And I don’t think they knew my tricks–until now, haha.

Nothing But the Best Will Do….Except…

Decided to plan a nostalgic breakfast for the kids. Shopped Safeway for the goods last night–thought if I took the trouble to scratch cook a batch of pancakes, waffles and French toast, nothing but pure maple syrup will do. Found it on the bottom shelf in artsy glass bottles, akin to Norman Rockwell and the Post. Good news… on sale. Bad news—sale price was $20.95 for a 9-oz bottle. Holey moley! Have I been away that long?

Worked For Me

Following is a note I wrote to a good friend of mine who is frustrated with his lifelong battle to slim down and then keep the weight off…

This is what has worked for me these past few months, On July 20, I was 220 lbs. As of November 11, I weigh 175 lbs, which is my goal weight.

Note—at first you will see little change. Within a few weeks, if you hold true to this program you will see fairly rapid change, then a slowdown. I do not weigh myself often—maybe every other week. The best measure was clothes size. When I did weigh myself, it was positive. To weigh in every day can be a yo-yo experience and sometimes frustrating. I simply changed how I perceive food, followed through and didn’t worry about it so much. The weight loss simply happened.

The first challenge was mind-set. I had to get to a place where food is not a reward or a reason to wake up. Instead of “live to eat,” it has to be “eat to live.” With that said, you need to recognize that some of the ingredients you consume will create a form of addiction. Sugar, salt, fats, carbs, alcohol. It is really KEY that you understand this—it will affect your approach each day.

You also have to keep on the top of your mind, just how many calories and also which types of food your body needs to function at a high level. You cannot be lethargic, grumpy or jittery. This link takes you to a great calculator…

Your calorie intake is critical. You need to understand how many calories you need to maintain your current weight. That will change—you weigh more and you need more to stay the same. You weigh less and you need less.

It takes 3500 calories to gain or lose one pound. In order to lose one pound, you need to consume 3500 calories less than you need. SO—if you eat 500 calories less than you need per day, you lose one pound a week. Or—you could exercise and increase the calories you burn and that speeds up the process.

The first two weeks are the toughest. You’ll crave the old favorites in a big way. If your habit is to eat a bag of Fritos while watching the game, what to do? For me it doesn’t work to substitute other foods (like carrot sticks, etc) That makes me crave the Fritos more. Instead, I’ll tell myself, “Mike, you won’t die if you skip this,” and then skip the snack altogether. This eventually helped to break the habit of needing food as a form of crack. That also holds true with other choices. You need to eliminate a few things. Like butter, most fried snacks, mayo, high fat meats—extra beers you don’t need.

If you do slip up and have extra calories, you need to make a conscious effort to make up the losses in the next few days, then resume to normal.

Breakfast—about 250 – 300 caloriesDO NOT SKIP BREAKFAST. If you do, you will be hungry, grouchy and jittery the whole day and probably not stick with it.

I have two breakfast bars, which I eat at work. I wait till 8:30 or 9:00 to eat the first, then eat the second about 5 minutes later. I also have several cups of coffee with low fat cream. You could have scrambled eggs instead and maybe stir a few veggies in to the mix. Use a non stick pan and cooking spray. No butter or oil! And skip the toast.

For me, it is not in my life style to cook breakfast for myself, thus the ready-to-eat bars.

Late morning snack about 35 calories — Four dry roasted almonds. They are delicious and cut my hunger big time.

Yes you read it right. Four

Lunch, about 400 calories — Every day, a sandwich. Use Columbo or Francisco rolls—white or sourdough (about 200 calories each). If you use others, make sure the calories are posted. I buy lean Hillshire Farms deli meat and switch between turkey, ham, roast beef and pastrami. Don’t use more than about 2 ounces of meat. Sometimes I will heat it up. Add mustard only and as much lettuce, tomato, peppers, pickles, cukes that you like. Kraft nonfat cheese will give you 2 slices—only 50 calories. NO CHIPS or side dish–only the sandwich. I drink water, ice tea or diet soda.

Late afternoon snack4 more almonds, about 35 calories

DinnerWhatever you want. Just limit it to no more than 700 – 800 calories. Once a week or so, I will splurge and have a 1,000 calorie dinner (then take it easy the next day). Try to avoid salty foods and dessert. If you sauté or pan fry foods, use a very light touch with the olive oil. Sometimes all you need is cooking spray. Learn how to understand calories, by getting a calorie counter.

P.M. snack, about 100 calories — Usually I will have fruit (grapes, banana, apple, etc) Maybe a couple of almonds too.

Note — If you have a beer, you will need to cut those calories off your dinner. This is critical…

That’s it. What I have discovered is the cravings (addictions) mostly disappeared after 2 to 3 weeks. That window is the most critical time. You need to look at each meal and/or snack as a decision that needs to be made. Not unlike an investment. Each time you make a good decision, it feels really good the next day. Do that often enough and the decisions become easier. Eventually it all becomes habit and you no longer look at food as something you constantly live for.

I realize at some point I will get burned out on eating sandwiches every day. Hasn’t happened yet, but when it does, I’ve researched a lot of options. Among them are grilled or roasted chicken, different salads with lots of fruits and veggies, lean meats, wraps and burritos, etc. All with no more than 400 calories or so. Also, it should be mentioned that dinner must have lots of protein, veggies (a good salad will work) and only light dessert (if you must).

To note—this is not intended to be a diet. Rather a change of habit. So far, it has served me well…


  1967 marked the Summer of Love, but for a young boy in San Diego, it marked the eve of a life-long romance with all things tortilla. So far, my innocent palate had only tasted Crisco-fried, store-bought tortillas, stuffed with greasy, cumin-seasoned hamburger, iceberg lettuce and grated yellow cheese. That menu hit our table about once a week and my family devoured as many of those Betty Crocker inspired delights as Mom could produce.

Then came that hot August night.

In the summer, we’d have a later meal, so I’d typically be banished to the outdoor world of flattened soccer balls, cluttered backyards, and chicken coops, along with the other hungry refugee children in the neighborhood.

Eva Gonzalez, at 11-years-old was two years older than me. Her family had just moved in to the tiny ramshackle yellow house across the street. For years, it had been vacant, save the occasional migrant worker, so I was curious about this satin-skinned beauty. Tonight she was sitting on the plywood-floored porch, shuffling a deck of cards. She looked up and noticed that I was staring from my own yard. I tried to look away, but she yelled, “Hey guy! Wanna play cards?”

“Uh, sure,” I muttered.

“Evangalina!” called her mother. “Necesito su ayuda.”

Eva walked towards the house and I, not understanding that her mom had called her in to help prepare dinner, ran to follow. I don’t think she noticed that I was behind her, but her mom sure did. She smiled warmly and extended her hand. She then pointed to one of the rusty, metal-framed chairs that surrounded an old slat-built table and said, “Welcome to our home. You sit, while we cook.”

Instinctively, I plopped down.

The Gonzalez taco spread was so much different than ours. Rather than skillet fried hamburger, Mrs. G grilled wafer thin strips of peppery, lemon rubbed beef over an outdoor wood fire and homemade iron grates. Simmered over the same fire was an earthenware pot of wonderfully fragrant pinto beans, which, when finished were placed on that portion of the table with extra joist support. My twitching nose pointed toward the source of these divine smells, not unlike the tiny dog that hid below the counter. Mrs. Gonzalez smiled at my smacking lips and drooling mouth.

Brightly colored plastic bowls were piled high with freshly chopped cilantro, thin slices of white onion and a wonderful salsa that consisted of mortar ground tomatoes, charred onion, Serrano chilies, cilantro and a little salt.

“Michael!” was the call that came from afar.

My trance was broken. It was my own mother, calling me home for supper.

This was spaghetti night.

My eyes darted to Mrs. Gonzalez. She knew just what to do. She placed in my hand, a fresh grilled tortilla, on which she piled meat, salsa, cilantro, a small scoop of beans…

Step forward 17 years to 1986 and I turn up as an inspired, albeit Caucasian owner and operator of a top rated Mexican restaurant on the California central coast. Though Mrs. Gonzalez’s simple taco started it all, I soon discovered that the 80’s were the beginning of a national love affair with their larger and more versatile cousin, the burrito.

And so the story goes.

The next 15 years produced dozens of wine fueled discussions with fellow chefs, while countless cookbooks were transformed to dog-eared, food stained piles of loose paper, stripped of all binding gum. I wanted to create the perfect burrito.

Hundreds of technique and ingredient trade-outs were performed on the sauces and salsas, way too many versions of grilled meats and seafood hit the fire and so on. I hired and fired every tortilla vendor on the Peninsula at least twice—one company would no longer return my calls.

I think I understand how Edison felt with the light bulb experience—except for the parts about changing the world, becoming fabulously wealthy, and of course that international fame thing.

So many years later, here are my thoughts on the perfect burrito…

The secret to an arguable great burrito, or for that matter any good meal is a keen attention to detail with each ingredient. Too many times, I’ve been disappointed with mammoth foil wrapped behemoths that have names like, “One Pounder” or “Burrito Grande.” The philosophy behind those creations is to quickly extinguish the ravenous hunger of the target customer. The problem lies in the aftermath of those huge scoops of rice, beans, watered down guacamole and thrice-heated steam table meat. It’s often akin to a chunk of concrete in my belly.      

My perfect burrito has three simple parts—freshness, balance of flavor and ease of eating. None can be compromised.        

Just as a great sandwich depends on good fresh bread, the perfect burrito needs an exceptional tortilla. Imagine a New York deli piling hot pastrami on Wonder Kids White Bread or Chicago’s best pizza fixings sitting atop a crust from the frozen food section at Wal Mart Super Center—well you get the point. Fresh baked Sonora style tortillas are thin, delicate, strong and 12 – 16 inches in diameter. Nothing else will do.

Lard filled, salty frijoles, inspired from the back streets of East L.A. are mighty tasty, but most of us already have plenty of LDL cholesterol. The perfect burrito calls for good quality beans, be they pintos or black, which are slowly stewed till aromatic and tender. After a little rest in the olla (cooking pot), a portion of the fragrant legumes will be smashed in a manner similar to coarse mashed potatoes and lightly fried, along with some fresh chopped onion and a bit of minced garlic in a small amount of light vegetable oil, after which they are stirred back in with the whole beans and just enough sea salt to bring out that wonderful earthy taste. Another rest (Preferably a day) and the texture and flavors will fully develop, thus bringing this dish to its peak. The extra spices and powders are best left in the pantry.

No more than a third of the filling should be beans, so spoon slinging does not belong in the perfect burrito kitchen. For a lighter alternative, the frying portion can be nixed and they are still delicious.

You may also add rice, which will absorb extra juices and add a lighter element to the perfect burrito. Latin style rice often calls for a pre-cook process, which essentially fries the grains in oil before steaming.  Once it turns a light golden color and is roughly the temperature of fresh molten lava; ground ripe tomatoes, onions and sometimes a bit of fresh minced jalapeno is cooked in. The fried rice mixture is then added to a simmering mix of chicken or vegetable stock, along with a dash of fresh toasted Mexican oregano and a little sea salt. It doesn’t take long for the flavorful liquid to absorb in to the kernels and the end result will be akin to a fluffy and tasty dream.

If rice is used, it must be in equal proportion to the beans and the total for both combined should be no more than about half of the filling.        

 Put a sprinkle of shredded jack or mild cheddar cheese on top of the steaming hot rice and beans. You may also try crumbled cotija, though it may be difficult to find.

On top of the cheese goes the main dish. Try thin cut strips of juicy charbroiled steak or chicken breast, pork carnitas or a hearty vegetarian skillet of potatoes, onion and chilies. The longtime favorite of my restaurant customers is a blackened chicken and grilled prawn combo. Roughly half or more of the total filling should consist of the main dish item.

On to the finish.         

Bottled salsa does not belong in the kitchen of the perfect burrito maker. Only fresh made please. It should consist of a well-balanced combination of diced ripe tomatoes, chopped white onions, cilantro, minced jalapenos or serranos, fresh squeezed lime juice and a little salt to bring out the flavors. Spoon a generous portion of this salsa (Sometimes called Pico de Gallo) over the other ingredients.        

 Now, on to the wrapping part. Yes wrap, not roll. The end result of a perfect burrito is one that ultimately lands in your mouth, not down the front of your shirt.

Before you start, take a last look at the ingredients, which lie on the round tortilla. There should be a two to three finger border on the ends and at least double that on the sides. You don’t want big bites of mostly tortilla, but there needs to be room to fold and wrap around the filling. It should be a fairly tight fit, somewhere between a pair of Wrangler jeans and Pamela Anderson’s beach outfit.           

Guacamole, sour cream, and hot sauce—all will enhance your perfect burrito. Dab these on as you eat. The freshness and separate layers of flavor will play like a symphony to your palate.        

There are infinite combinations of ingredients and I have only scratched the surface. Another full story could be devoted to the Wet Burrito, which typically smothers the dish with a tasty red or green sauce. Combined with light toppings like crème fraiche, fresh lime, Haas avocado slices or a colorful medley of tomatoes, charred green onion slivers and cotija crumbles, you can infuse an additional layer of sensual flavor and perhaps carry a simple burrito to an elegant knife and fork level.

Just know that somewhere amongst the antiseptic world of art-deco and neon storefronts, where check pants wearing, white jacketed young cooks practice what they have learned at culinary school—there may be a fallen shopping center in an old neighborhood with a renovated deli, held together with duct tape and love, housing the T-shirt sporting crew that makes the perfect burrito. Or perhaps you’ll gather the ingredients and create your own version of that succulent creation, of which many humans, myself included, flash-dream about, especially when hungry and inspired by a whiff of stewing pinto beans or charcoal cooked meat. Be careful though–it could turn in to an obsession.