Friday, May 11, 2012
I am an avid roaster. Part of me wants to eat more raw food, inspired by my raw vegan friend, but roasting imparts an incredible flavor to just about anything you can put in an oven.
The other night I roasted two chickens per Counterculture Cooking's recipe ( counterculturecooking.com/ ). Lacking lemons and onions (gasp!) I stuffed them instead with some apples that I chopped and soaked in lemon juice, seasoned them with a blend of onion powder, garlic powder, sea salt, black pepper, and paprika (because you should all know my now that I adore paprika on everything).
I fed it to my fiance and he announced that if I continue to cook like that, he'll never stray.
I've since had my leftover chicken plain, eaten right out of the ziploc I put it in, with salsa and guacamole, and on a spinach salad with a sliced beefsteak tomato and balsalmic vinaigrette. I'm a happy camper. I plan on making mayo today and whipping up some chicken salad, and I bought green curry paste to experiment with since we tried the red curry last time. Nomtastic culinary adventures await!
In less-exciting news, I had popcorn yesterday. Popcorn is touted as the ultimate in snack food, since if you air-pop it and limit yourself to a single cup (like anyone ever does that...) it has ridiculously few calories, a delightfully crunchy texture, and no flavor whatsoever to speak of. I enjoyed the less elevated variety of microwaveable popcorn, since it was always one of my favorite things to eat and, well, I do what I want. I was rewarded by the massive bloating, tenderness, and outright pain in my gut that used to be commonplace for me, back in my eat-clean, fat free, healthywholegrain days when I'd avoid butter like a leper and eat black beans, whole-grain tortillas, air-popped popcorn, and egg whiles like they were going out of style.
This used to happen to me ALL the TIME. I guess having gone more than three months without this happening made the distinction even clearer. I can't even begin to imagine the pain my father went through when they were trying to diagnose and solve his diverticulitis and perforated intestine. I'm planning to avoid popcorn until I forget about this and it happens again.
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
I saw this in my inbox this morning and had to share it... because it's so CUTE!
Sometimes they have seriously funny shirts and such. This one was pretty precious to me.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Yeah, it's probably a good time to experiment with paleo-friendly baked goods since I'm off class for a week. My body is purging itself of wheat from a big chocolate chip muffin yesterday in the form of headaches, serious sinus pressure, and general lethargy. My guts are iffy, too. Yuck.
So I'm making soup with spicy sausage and chopped spinach. My mother gagged at the thought but it's soup. You can make it out of anything.
Friday, May 04, 2012
When I talked about my gelato and flip-failing adventure with MICHERU, I forgot to publicly announce how awesome she's doing. She's looking fantastic and I'm proud of my BFF for all her hard work! Our friend that went with us looks awesome too.
I had to go to the feed store where the fiance works, and the guy who drives the delivery truck saw me and said, "Oh wow, you've really lost weight! Are you dieting, because you look really good!" And I said, "Thank you so much, and no, I'm not dieting. I eat bacon!"
I just made a nice lunch of a spinach salad topped with sweet apple chicken sausage with olive oil and balsamic. Delicious!
I wanted to post because my fabulous shrinking friend MICHERU posted a Spark article to my facebook about "all things in moderation."
I don't disagree with the concept, but I don't think many people fully understand what moderation really means. Treating yourself "in moderation" doesn't mean continuing to eat the same crap every day, just less of it. That's a nice starting point, but let's get serious. An awful lot of people who are still timid about making big changes use this buzzphrase to excuse themselves from making any changes at all.
Treating yourself in moderation means giving your body whole, nutritious foods all day, every day, and when a treat opportunity arises--a real treat, like a rich meal you don't eat often or a decadent dessert, not a cheap thrill like a chemical cocktail cupcake--you take your time with it, thoroughly enjoy it, and then go back to fueling yourself right.
I'm still a believer that one size does not fit all. I think that some people can make gradual changes by cutting back on things, but sometimes you have to kick your own butt and throw yourself to the wolves. I truly don't see any good in continuing to fill up on FDA-approved poisons in the name of gradualism. That doesn't help anyone at all. I don't think it matters whether you choose to eat a whole-grain based diet, a vegan diet, raw food, paleo, primal, or 40-40-30 whatever, as long as you feed yourself real, whole foods and none of that chemically extracted garbage. If you found out you were eating rat poison, would you take your time cutting back on that? Didn't think so.
Thursday, May 03, 2012
This is what my finals week coffee table looks like:
I didn't photograph my sofa or my desk, because they are piled so high with binders, notebooks, and other stuff that I feared my Blackberry camera would expire from the shock. It's terrifying.
I finished my last final today. All was well.
Yesterday I had a great workout date with MICHERU and one of our friends. We then had the most fantastic salads at a little Italian cafe in our fancy schmancy outdoor mall (paleo perfection in the form of smoked salmon with capers, lemon juice, and spring greens) and followed up with the most incredible thing in the world: gelato.
OMG. A million times better than ice cream and SO GOOD. OMG. OMG. OMG.
Okay. Calm down.
ANYWAY, MICHERU spent an hour trying to break down flip turns for me. I failed fantastically but it was fun, even though I'm pretty sure my sinuses are rebelling because of the water I accidentally forced up my nose a few times. I just need to swallow my pride and practice. Who knew that flipping over underwater was so darn difficult?
Today the fiance and I met our friends for dinner and went to get Cuban food. We were trying to go to a German restaurant that's closing down next week, but it was packed. I had a Cuban sandwich (actually, a media noche, a cuban on sweet bread), my first sandwich in about three months. It was delicious, I had it with a cafe con leche which is my favorite drink ever, and I enjoyed every bite. I ordered a bowl of caldo gallego too, only to find that it had beans in it. I was a little sad, but the fiance finished off about half the bowl for me. I'll cheat for good bread and for good desserts (like freshly made gelato) but I'm not going near beans if I can avoid them. They tear up my stomach but good, and it's twice as bad if I eat them with brown rice. Beans and healthy, whole-grain brown rice is the ubiquitous diet meal since fat and meat are going to kill us in short order, but nothin' doin'. I refuse to lie prostrate in bed for hours with a stomachache fit for a rhinocerous from eating rice and beans.
Overall it was a good meal, but my stomach didn't like it much... we'll leave the explanation at that. I've consumed all my Greek yogurt, so I'm ready to go back to eating by the rules until Daniel and I go to Tarpon to eat Greek food. There shall be pita and flaming cheese!
So that's the photo and the sandwich. The rant?
Every time I've logged in this week one of the top hot topics on the message boards has been "How do you fit in 5 fruits and veggies?"
I want to smack anyone who asks this question. I try to be understanding, and I try to be congnizant of the fact that there really are people out there who seriously don't eat anything that still resembles a plant. But someone who knows s/he should get 5-a-day--really, anyone who recalls a coloring book with a picture of an apple in it--should be able to identify a fruit or vegetable by now, and the answer is obvious:
YOU EAT THEM.
Honest to goodness. YOU JUST EAT THEM. A serving of fruit is only a handful of berries. EAT THEM. That's 1. Make a salad for lunch. Don't whine... just do it. That's 3 cups of lettuce, some tomatoes and cucumbers or something. BAM. That's 2 more for a total of 3. Now steam some broccoli for dinner. Eat a whole cup of it slathered in butter. Yeah, butter. Not vegetable oil spread, but real butter. It's not as bad as you think, especially since a cup of broccoli as measured is not as much as you imagine.
THATS FIVE. What about tomorrow? How about you drop the stupid calorie-controlled, chemically sweetened, foodless snack bar thing and eat an apple and some nuts instead? That's one. Make an omelette with vegetables instead of oatmeal. There's two more, I betcha. Heck, just pick one meal where you eat a bunch of bread or crackers or pasta and replace that with a vegetable. Done deal. Just eating ONE SALAD every day gets you more than halfway there.
Grow up and stop trying to sneak yourself vegetables. You're an adult, you aren't five years old with a desire to eat only blue food this week. EAT THEM.
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