What a great Primal Sunday!!! I started this morning by going to my garden in the rain and picking the vegetables that I would be using for my 2 salads. After preparing those, I finished the morning by rubbing a pig’s butt with a seasoned rub. I cooked it all day long, and my house smelled awesome!!! Whomever says pigs stink has never rubbed their butt with such a delicious rub!
After our guests arrived, we primed ourselves for supper with some good old fashioned potato sack races. I figured we may as well use EVERYTHING we have so as not to waste anything, so the potato sacks ended up coming in handy. After everyone was winded, we settled down to enjoy our feast. Our feast consisted of BBQ Rub Pork Butt, Bacon Broccoli Salad, Cucumber/Tomato/Onion Salad, and Baked Peaches with Almonds for dessert. All the food was a hit, and the only creature we had to protect ourselves from while eating was a Tiger (aka: family cat).
Alright, well we got to the park at around 1:00pm and immediately started to set up the grills and get those going so that the food that needed to be cooked could get started. The kids started playing tag with their dad and doing handstands and cartwheels. I put out the zucchini chips and the pico de gallo to stave off the starvation. Everyone liked that. I was surprised that the kids were eating it so well. Apparently so was Josie. She kept saying how she loved it when we tried new recipes because they got to try them. So it must have been a good success. From there, we just ate when the food was done. So naturally the hot dogs and brats were done first because they cook the fastest. Next were the shrimp and beef kabobs. I don’t think they were a huge success because we ended up bringing a lot of those home with us. The ribs took FOREVER to cook. Everyone was most excited about those. We all ate as the food was done so it ended up being an eat and then go play for a little bit then come back and eat cycle. Which was fun, especially because I think that’s how Grok would have eaten anyways.
Sault Ste. Marie (or as we refer to it…the Soo) is a small town in size but we definitely have a mighty spirit! What we also have, is a large community of crossfitters and with it comes a lot of paleo and primal eaters. When the Mark’s Daily Apple blog issued the 30 day primal challenge in early September, our friend Joe quickly facebooked everyone to see if any would commit. With the enthusiastic response he received, he started a facebook group where we could all share our daily experiences. Then came the Grokfeast contest. This was something that I just had to try. You see, I was doing pretty well at the primal challenge with the eating, sleeping and exercise bit, but I always seem to falter with the “having fun” part. I’m a very organized, regimented “book worm” type of person who doesn’t let her hair down and get silly. So I went out of my comfort zone and posted to the group to see if anyone was crazy enough to go out in public and give Grokfeast a try. To my amazement, a few of my crossfit friends answered my call.
Grokfeast Bloomington/Normal @ CrossFit Bloomington-Normal, IL, September 24, 2011
The day started with a partner WoD. It was the gym’s 2nd birthday along with one of our coaches birthday. The partner workout was 4 separate workouts with 4 minutes of work and 2 minutes of rest to be able to switch to next workout, and you had to switch partners each time. Worked out pretty well. One partner worked on one exercise while the other worked the second exercise and you couldn’t switch until the partner was complete.
4 min. AMRAP/2 min. rest between rounds
After the partner WoD, the cooking started. The coaches had the grill going with lots of meat. Members brought the side dishes.
Our Grokfeast technically started a couple of weeks ago. There we were, surrounding the lake in hopes that we had outnumbered them. And then it happened. Mom fought the battle and won. Unfortunately, that was it. Not another bite. When we finally gave up, we walked up the path to Grandma’s, picked some apples for our pie, and gutted the fish. A couple of weeks later we tried again. This time the 3-year old veteran fisherman was the hero reeling in FOUR more brown trout! Because of his strength (“This fish is heavy Daddy! Do you want to do it?”) we were now able to have our feast!
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