I made a GORGEOUS, pretty much totally Primal T-day feast, including nut crusts on all the pies and a coconut flour "cornbread" base for the oyster/sausage/apple stuffing. It's Mr. mixie's favorite holiday and I always make a stupid amount of food because we never really know how many people are coming by. We've been eating leftovers all week, for every meal, and pie at least once a day (this is me confessing to sweet potato pie for breakfast on at least two occasions). I haven't been stuffing myself stupid or anything but definitely haven't been attentive to truly eating to hunger/IFing, etc. And there have been lots of mashed Yukon Golds in my life this week. Lots. Packed with grassfed cream and grassfed cheddar and roasted garlic. And yams, sweetened with maple syrup. Mmm... yammity yams...
I weighed myself this morning more out of curiosity than anything--I'm down another five pounds! Did I ever mention how much I f*kin love the PB?
Also, T-day was great. Everyone practically wallowed in the food, couldn't believe there was no bread in the stuffing, and even though we stuffed ourselves silly, we were remarking to each other late that night that we couldn't believe how sick we did NOT feel. No bloated, queasy feeling. No gas, no nothing. We were full of a great feast, and that's that.
Best. T-day. Ever.
Last edited by mixie; 12-01-2011 at 11:22 AM.
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