I woke up with a splitting headache this morning. Which is weird because except for the occasional sinus thing when seasons change, it rarely happens. Too little sleep from the insomnia? Maybe, but it never gave me a headache before. Alcohol? Nope, not for awhile.
I know Ė too few calories! Amazingly, with my love of chowing down larger than girl-sized amounts of food, Iíve eaten fewer than 800 calories two days in a row. I donít usually do more than one day of that low, and I think it made my head angry.
So, tonight Iím making a nice fatty ground lamb meatloaf with rice.
I need a new spatula. I melted my non-stick one. I didnít mind using it all bubbly and warped, but then the handle broke off, so now itís a bubbly, warped spatula, with a two-inch handle.
I liked Markís post today. A few things resonated with how I feel in general about nutrition.
"Upon making (or stealing) a kill, the homo sapiens in East Africa wasted nothing. Markings on bones indicate expert butchery. Meat was completely removed. Bones were stripped of marrow and smashed to get every last drop. Heads were prized for the ďfatty, nutrient-rich, energy-dense within-head food resources.Ē Adipose tissue and offal Ė all of it Ė was eaten. They werenít just eating eland loin, in other words, but utilizing everything.
Takeaway: Eating the entire animal isnít just economical, itís the kind of ďmeat consumptionĒ weíre strongly adapted to. Diverging from that may be problematic. Eating only muscle meat and eschewing the fat, bones, and offal is likely evolutionary discordant."
And this part,
"What went down hundreds of thousands of years ago in a far-off region in East Africa isnít just ďthe past,Ē after all. Itís our past. Itís our story. Your story. And even though there were and are many more stories still to come from other places and times, those first humans squinting into the sun as it dipped down below the edge of the known world, turning toward the fire and the dance and the feast, slurping up some freshwater mollusk or sharing a split, roasted femur with a pal or lover Ė they made us who we are today. Their everyday habits, their dietary choices, their responses to the demands of the day all unwittingly paved our way, for better or for worse.
Itís good to acknowledge that."
is kind of beautiful.
And finally. You know how sometimes magazines have these cute ways to make food look pretty for special occasions? And you know how sometimes itís a lot more difficult than you imagined it would be? You are not alone!
At least you can tell what these were supposed to be.
Perhaps my favorite because I can imagine this person finally saying, ď**** it!Ē
Then walking away without decorating them.