Migrating from Firefox to the fancy schmancy Google Chrome has once again freed up my access to Tumblr. Now I can get back to what my work wants me to be doing: blogging.
A quick summation of mostly unimportant goings-ons in my life:
- 99% of the snow is now gone in the Twin Cities (knock on wood)
- I finish with my Paleo (no grains, no dairy, no fun) diet after six weeks
- It’s March Madness time, which means my annual cheering for whoever is playing Kansas, and obviously Missouri (and Minnesota, to a lesser extent)
- I got promoted, and I now handle the social media arm of my company
- I’ve eaten approximately 70-80 eggs in the last six weeks. I get dirty looks from hens all the time now
- I took off Thursday morning in anticipation of celebrating my Irishness tomorrow all afternoon/evening
One of the things I truly love in life is food. Cooking helps me to relax, and trying new recipes and experiencing new cuisine is a growing passion of mine. Why, then, did I just decide to embark on eating paleo (often referred to as the Caveman Diet)?
Well, I’m not sure. I’ve always enjoyed a good challenge, and this is certainly it (a cash incentive that goes to the person at my gym that shows the greatest body change helps…), but I’m also curious as to what effect it will have on my body.
Basically, the paleo diet centers around foods that were consumed by hunters and gatherers. The idea behind it is that, while our bodies have evolved only minutely in the last hundreds of years, the amount of diseases and ailments we suffer has grown exponentially. Certain doctors attribute this to changes in diet.
My goal over the next six weeks, then, is to cut out those food additions: all dairy, grains/cereals, potatoes, corn, beans and starches, sugars and salts (that don’t occur naturally in food).
What’s left? Often times, it doesn’t seem like much. Lean meat, fish, seafood, eggs aplenty, as well as all the vegetables, fruits, healthy fats, nuts and seeds I care to eat. Luckily, coffee and tea join water as beverages I’m allowed to sip on (believe me, alcohol will still be in-play, just during my “cheat” meals, which I plan on consuming in liquid form).
As of Day 2, everything is going well, but I know cravings will hit soon. A Valentine’s Day Eve reservation at Rinata will prove challenging (Italians don’t exactly go light on the carbs…), but I think I can get through it. If I end up developing a Situation-like situation with my bod, then who knows? Maybe this will be around for longer than six weeks.
(For more info, check out these links below)4 years ago
My girlfriend, Mallory, and her parents arrived to a single-digit Minneapolis on Friday night. Having trucked across one of the most boring stretched of the country for 13 straight hours, I wanted to welcome them with something warm and hearty.
Working a full day, plus only being half moved in to our new place, however, made this a more difficult task than I anticipated. A super easy soup recipe was the result.
One can of white beans, one head of escarole, one package of hot Italian sausage (casing-free), a palmful of red pepper flakes, six or seven cups of chicken stock, two cloves of garlic and, the most delicious ingredient, the rind of a chunk of parmesan.
After browning the sausage and garlic, I added the red pepper flakes before dumping in the white beans and stock. After popping in the parmesan rind, I let everything get friendly for 10-15 minutes before adding the escarole. Ten minutes later, it was good to go. A nice crusty bread from the new Rustica on Lake Street, and we were in business. It had a good amount of spice, and the parmesan rind made the stock creamy and buttery. The sausage, of course, was delicious because, well, it’s goddamn sausage.
Mallory’s parents were impressed to the point that her mom said she could live on the soup. I was pleased. Even more so because how easy it was.4 years ago