late to the party is fine Joanie - it means that the party can continue late into the night....................
late to the party is fine Joanie - it means that the party can continue late into the night....................
Maybe just calm down. Whole Foods is like that song Grease- it's a time, a place, a motion. Whole Foods is the way we are feeling....
IDK, maybe I started doing all this so many years ago that I'm beyond caring. :confused: I agree, there is something fishy about American food companies. Back in the day, the word was to buy local.... do what you can, and don't worry so much about big businesses. I feel the same irregardless of where I shop (Wal-Mart or Whole Foods- either way) except for maybe the local co-op, where I feel a little bit better... sometimes ;)
Anyone can read labels and understand what's in food. People can simplify their diets. If they don't want to, we can't make them.
I think I first read about GMOs in the early 90s. Not much has changed since then, actually. People don't understand it. At some point, if you want to be happy shopping at WF (or anywhere), you have to accept it.
Iíll most likely make some mistakes doing this, but it wonít be because some food guru led me astray. And heck, no oneís perfect Ė I did after all, once have a nice collection of leg warmers.[/QUOTE]
yay for the leg warmers Joanie ( I had pink ones)- and yay for this post. You have resounded with Gwamma -Gwamma is now thinking DEEP...... and Gwamma has some food issues that need resolving !!!!!!!
Hi fiercehunter. You're right, of course - getting angry doesn't help. Sometimes though, it's exactly the seeds of discontent that are sown to become a movement. I'm thinking back to a certain tea party a few hundred years ago. ;)
Gwamma, we'd have been such a sight - you all blonde and pretty in pink; me all dark with too much eyeliner and black leg warmers. LOL (We could have made a living with that act.) *chuckle*
Two dates that often take me to an inward thinking place are New Yearís Day, and my birthday. There seems to be a change this year. While I am sort of treating my bday as an excuse to attend to some small changes I want to make in my life, Iím not doing the whole list/new journal/7000 goals thing. Iím more facing it with a smile than my usual, ďmust get perfect this yearĒ attitude.
One thing I am changing this year is my traditional birthday dinner. Each year I pick a restaurant at which Iíve never eaten, that normally would be way beyond my budget and take myself for a lovely meal. Sometimes other people come with, other times I go alone. And I was going to do it this year; I even had the meal picked out:
[CENTER]Appetizer: Oyster & Absinthe ďDomeĒ
Briny Gulf oysters poached with bacon, artichokes,
tarragon, Swiss absinthe, and a splash of cream
~ Presented under a flaky pastry shell
Entrťe: Strawberry Molasses Lacquered Quail
Cochon de lait boudin stuffed quail
over caramelized onions, bacon lardons, and
garlic wilted greens with sticky strawberry-apple jus[/CENTER]
The thing is that totally forgetting that my birthday was coming up, I kind of set myself a 42 day challenge of very clean eating, exercise, tending to my environment, and in general un-slothing my life a bit. And I think that meal, especially with the ďflaky pastry shellĒ and the attending drinks would derail me. So, the birthday dinner is either out, or postponed. Since the restaurant has been in business for about 130 years, Iím guessing it will still be here in May.
The planet is giving me a little present this year. Last year, two soap operas that Iíve watched on and off since the 1980s were taken off the air. All My Children, and One Life to Live. Anyway, they are being brought back by a Canadian company, and while they wonít air on TV, they will air on Hulu free starting April 29th. I have no idea if theyíll be profitable enough to last in that venue, but it will be fun to see them again.
Todayís exercise was washing my floors. While I generally vacuum before the hair and dust become their own ecosystem, I hate mopping/washing floors. Since I donít wear my glasses indoors, I donít really notice they need cleaning until Ė well letís just say, it [I]was[/I] exercise. I really should clean my ceiling fans, but I can keep from noticing them just by keeping them running.
One of the silliest jokes that makes me laugh. A skeleton walks into a bar and orders a drinkÖ and a mop.
Yesterdayís main meal: A tasty mess. A bunch of ground beef mixed with some eggs and a little parmesan cheese, then formed into very loose patties. Yogurt, cucumber, and tomato blended in the food processor, then poured over it. Not pretty, but yummy. In the morning and late afternoon, I had a mug of espresso with half Ďní half. And before bed, I had strawberries.
Wikipediaís definition of 420:
420, 4:20, or 4/20 is a code-term used primarily in North America that refers to the consumption of cannabis and, by extension, a way to identify oneself with cannabis subculture. [/quote]
In honor of that, there were many organized and disorganized celebrations throughout the land. I didnít go, but I was gifted a rather special cocoa rice crispies treat. Sadly, the chocolate and marshmallow werenít really very primal, but I think the rice cereal and herbage were fine. I was warned not to eat the whole thing, and I didnít. I ate just enough to put a goofy grin on my face.
Usually when I canít sleep, itís because I havenít been exercising, or Iím stressing over something, etc. But yesterday wasnít like that. Iíve been being a model cave girl lately, but I found myself at 6am still awake from yesterday. And 7am. I was kind of pissed because I really wanted to go to the farmers market today, but I thought Iíd be to drained to go. I was in the process of cooking up some rice (carbs = snooze fest) in bone broth when Ė hark! Ė is that a knock on my door?
Neighbor asks if I want to go to the farmers market. Ack, says I, I havenít showered in way too long, my hair looks like oily spaghetti Ė I canít go out in public like this. How long will it take you to get ready? 15 min. And I did. And we went.
Sadly, the Ďgoat guyí hadnít brought meat this day, which was disappointing because last time I went, he had meat, but my freezer was filled with 30 pounds of beef, and I barely had room for my ice cube trays. But I did get some goat milk ricotta, feta, and yogurt from him. He also had some beautiful chicken eggs.
I also got some ĎVidaliaí onions, which really werenít since technically, Vidalia onions are from Vidalia, Georgia. So Iíll call them big honkiní sweet onions.
Some lovely sweet (on the left) and hot (on the right) peppers.
Spicy Brussel Sprouts and Chipotle Salsa.
Heirloom tomatoes, baby red potatoes, baby turnips (cutest turnips ever), and an English cucumber (we shall see if seedless really means ďnon gas producingĒ).
Iím trying to learn to take better food pics, but I think Iím just going to have to acknowledge that the tremor in my left hand is getting worse as I age (like Mom and Graníma), and Iíll have to upgrade my camera and maybe even get a mini tripod for close up shots like food. Cíest la vie.
Anyway, by the time we got back, and Iíd put away my groceries, made a cuppa coffee, eaten some of the ricotta and spicy Brussel sprouts, and took a few bites of my rice crispies treat, I had been awake for a good 29 hours. I nodded blissfully off to sleep watching Rain Man.
Mini gripe: Amazon follows me around. If Iíve done a search for something on Azon, the next time I go to a site where there is advertising, there it is Ė three or four options of what I was searching for. I donít like it much, and it makes me want to wear a foil beanie.
Things that make me go, ďhmmmÖĒ Organic vodka and organic cigarettes.
Iíve been feeling more energetic and clear lately. Maybe this whole clean eating thing is as good for mental health as it is for physical health after all.
I was searching the web for bad recipes, and found this here: [url=http://badfoodblog.wordpress.com/page/2/]Bad Food Blog | Because the 'net really needs another bad blog about food | Page 2[/url]
[quote] [B]Make-Up Cake[/B]
1 box cake mix
Ingredients for cake mix except water or milk
Booze to replace water or milk
Sweet Likker (recipe follows)
Mix up the cake mix just like the box says but use your favorite booze instead of whatever water or milk or other liquid it wants. Bake as usual.
[B]Warning:[/B] thereís a teensy-slight chance your oven might ignite from the fumes when you open the oven door. The firemen said it had something to do with feeding in fresh oxygen or something like that, but I couldnít hear too good because of the ringing in my ears from the blast.
Itís okay, though. Eyebrows grow back just fine over time. And really, it only happened two Ė maybe three Ė times.
When the cake is done, poke holes in it. The back end of a spoon works good. Douse it with as much sweet likker as it can soak up.
1 jug backyard booze
You could do this with the storebought stuff, but itís just not as good. Honestly, I donít know whatís wrong with people that they canít make the important things from scratch any more. Backyard booze is completely legal as long as youíre not making too much of it at a time, so you can just make it in small quantities on a more regular basis.
Anyway, to make the sweet likker, start with a full jug, then pour off a hefty mug full. Add back in as much sugar as will fit, with enough room in the jug to shake and slosh it around. Cap it off and shake until all the sugar is dissolved.
Sweet likker is used for the Make-Up Cake, but itís the also a great drink for the ladies. Men donít seem to like it as much, but we go through just about a full jug for ladies mid-morning tea. A bit of sweet likker in a steaming mug of tea warms the bones on a cold day, and a mug of sweet likker with a shot of hot tea makes the afternoon much more interesting. [/quote]
Thatís some funny stuff. [IMG]http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h187/ladytrue_99/biggrin.gif[/IMG]
When did asking really personal questions become acceptable? I am sometimes asked why I never had children. I have this fantasy that one day, just to embarrass the person, Iíll burst into tears and make up some tragic story. Truth is I just didnít want them. I love them, but a cat is as complex a relationship as I can handle.
Successful people arenít necessarily those that get from point A to point B in an easy straight line. There are sometimes stops or bumps in the road. Successful people are the ones that donít give up.
A word I really really donít like: [I]Titties[/I]. Breasts, boobs, tits, yabboes, bodacious ta-tas, etc., are all fine. Titties sounds diminutive. Like breasts are cartoons. When a man calls breasts titties, all I can think of is a little boy snickering when he gets a peek at some cold swimmerís nipples. Itís a total turn off.
I also donít like derogatory names for people of different nationalities or sexual orientations. Itís a cowardly way to express hate, and it shows ignorance. Ick.
Iím sensitive to loud and/or repetitive noise. Lawn mowers and leaf blowers drive me to distraction. After years of hunting, I finally found a vacuum cleaner that doesnít set my nerves on end. And yet, I like living in cities. Go figure.
[B][CENTER]Happy Earth Day! (or maybe not)[/CENTER][/B]
Full story here: [url=http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/DC-Decoder/Decoder-Wire/2013/0422/Earth-Day-2013-What-s-in-danger-is-Earth-Day-not-just-Earth]Earth Day 2013: What's in danger is Earth Day, not just Earth - CSMonitor.com[/url]
[quote] Earth Day 2013: What's in danger is Earth Day, not just Earth
Earth Day 2013 poll finds Americans far less eco-conscious than they were in 1971, a year after Earth Day was founded. Only 39 percent now say it's 'very important' to restore the environment. [/quote]
Surely paleos, primals, and even vegans have a stake in the health of the planet. *sigh*
[B]An Imaginary Newbie Primal Day[/B].
Breakfast: ĺ pound of bacon + 6 fried eggs. Coffee with 2 tblsp of coconut oil and a quarter cup of whole whipping cream.
Lunch: a BAS topped with a pound of steak, some Balsamic vinegar, and a Ĺ cup of olive oil.
Supper: 3 huge pork chops, some apple fried in coconut oil, and a mashed sweet potato smothered in butter.
Evening snack: A bottle of red wine + three bars of 85 % dark chocolate + a ďhandfulĒ of cashews.
Rinse, repeat for seven daysÖ And then comes the post:
[COLOR="#008000"][B]Iím Gaining on Primal and have Severe Diarrhea Ė HELP![/B][/COLOR]
And lastly. Due to the proliferation of business establishments that can only let customers use their restrooms, decisions must sometimes be made. If our male friend needs to relieve himself urgently, he can:
1. Buy a cup of coffee for the privilege of using the restroom. This however, doesnít always work as there may already be a line for the bathroom and our guy has got to go!
2. Pee in an alley near the street where he might offend passers by.
3. Pee in an alley away from passers by, but get caught on camera.
My friend peed on camera. LOL.
Some new things Iíve tried since the beginning of the year.
- A different farmers market
- Lamb (not totally new, but I hadnít had it in more than 25 years, so Iím counting it)
- Tzaziki sauce
- Goat milk yogurt
- Goat milk ricotta
- Beef heart
- Brazilian tapioca cheese bread
- Making my own bone broth
- Marrow bones as a main course (rather than as soup bones)
- Coconut oil (also tried this once about 7 years ago and hated it, but like it now)
- Different fats in my coffee
- Chipotle peppers
I always forget how early the cemeteries here close because I usually take my walks in the morning and stop in just to stroll. I missed out yesterday because I took my walk in the late afternoon, so I stopped in today. A few tourists, but the cemeteries closer to the Quarter are more popular, so it wasnít too crowded. I took some pics.
Because I can only put six pics per post, there are a few more pics directly under this post.
(Is it my imagination or is the decoration on that really phallic?)
Forgot to track what Iíve eaten in the last few days.
Sat: Burger (meat, egg, feta, potato flour) and Tzatziki sauce (yogurt and cucumber) topped with tomatoes as main meal. Some goat milk ricotta Ė okay, a bunch of it. A couple of mugs of coffee each with two tblsp of half Ďní half. Cashews. The 4/20 treat.
Sun: Coffee x2. Bone broth with nori and a splash of yogurt. Two eggs scrambled with feta, tomato, peppers, and onion as my main meal. Cashews. A 1.5 oz cube of cheese. Yogurt and strawberries blended and almost frozen.
Mon: Coffee. Mini meat loaves (beef, potato flour, egg, tomato, peppers, onion) and spicy brussel sprouts as main meal. Big pile of mashed turnip with 1.5 tblsp butter and some garlic blended in. Two cans sardines with chipotle salsa on top.
Supplements I take daily. Fish oil cap, B-complex, D3, Magnesium (because I donít seem to eat foods that have it), and Milk Thistle extract (I figure it couldnít hurt, and my liver might just love me for it).