Problems.

We’ve all got them. Big problems. Stupid Problems. Finger problems that we can’t seem to stop writing about.

Pile of Dishes

When I was a kid, unloading the dishwasher was one of my chores. Like most kids, I would have to be reminded and mom would say “I can’t make dinner until the kitchen is clean. I need you to unload the dishwasher NOW so I can get the kitchen cleaned up and make dinner.”

But I hated unloading the dishwasher. I had to make sure everything was dry before it was put away. What a drag. And it took, like, three whole minutes mom. Can’t you just cook AROUND the mess while I go back to reading YM, twirling my hair, snappin’ my gum and talking on the phone about all my teenage problems?

Well now I get it. I can’t make dinner until the kitchen is clean. The dishwasher? I can now handle that, no problem. I don’t even have to be reminded! In fact, I don’t even mind washing the pots and pans either. But right now, while the dishwasher is still doable, the pots and pans are another story. I gotta keep this thing dry and my big fat finger ain’t fittin’ in there.

Big Fat Finger

So what’s a girl to do? Zak’s been a real trooper helping me out with the two handed chores this past week, but thanks to this time problem and the fact that there are only 24 hours in the day, at least 8 of which he has to spend at work – I needed these dishes washed NOW if we wanted to eat something other than toast with sliced avocado for dinner.

Guess that means I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands. And therein lies another problem.

So I started thinking. I’m managing to keep other things clean while I wait for my cracked carrot of a finger to heal, right?

Like clothes? I can swing it.

Butts? Only one hand needed. (Thinking mainly of someone else’s butt, although I suppose it applies to my own as well.)

Hair?

Eureka that’s it! I gotta bring the pots and pans into the shower put my hand in a bag!

Problem solved.

No Problem

And it worked like a charm! You know, <begin sarcasm> plastic grocery bags are really pretty incredible if you think about it. I can’t believe I’ve ever spent a dime on rubber gloves. I think I’m gonna start selling these bags on the street! They are so valuable and versatile. I think these things just might save the world of all its problems. </end sarcasm>

So anyway yes, the kitchen is clean and now it’s time to cook. This was a very Let’s See What I Got Around Here Tonight kind of dinner, and what I had around here was squash. And lentils. And coconut milk. And curry powder.

Well I think I call that Butternut Squash Coconut Curry Soup, don’t you?

1 butternut squash
1/2 bag red lentils
1 8oz can coconut milk
curry powder, cinnamon, salt, red pepper – to taste

Winter Squash

Winter squash, sliced in half and de-seeded. Baked face down on an olive-oiled baking sheet at 350 for about 40 minutes.

Squash in the oven, get your lentils on the stove. I used half a bag (rinsed and drained) and 4 – 5 cups of water, brought it to a boil and then simmered with spices until soft – about 30 minutes.

Red Lentils Cooking

Done and done.

Done and Done

Once your squash is cool to the touch (or not, that might take three whole minutes and who’s got that kind of time?) peel/scoop squash away from the skin and heap about 2/3 of it into your food processor with coconut milk. You can use low fat but I used full fat because fat is my friend.

Soup Line

With the remaining 1/3 squash, preferably from the squash shaft (sorry, but you know exactly what part of the squash I’m talking about now don’t you?) chop squash into chunks to be added to your soup in just a second here.

Squash Cubes

Combine squash coconut puree with your lentils, more spices and/or a little water as needed. Slowly stir in squash chunks, simmer on low for another 10 – 15 minutes and voila! You’re done.

May I now present to you Butternut Squash Coconut Curry Soup?

Butternut Squash Coconut Curry Soup

Yes, I may. This one got a big thumbs up over here.

Thumbs Up

Problems? What problems?


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Tribe

November 14th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Life - (7 Comments)

This spring I had a fellow Stay-At-Home(schooling)-Mom friend propose an idea to me that she called Tribe. Basically, the idea was that we’d pack up our respective broods and head on over to someone’s house one day each week to spend a few hours getting some real work done. Painting, cleaning, cooking, organizing, gardening, yard work – whatever anyone needed to get done, we’d get it done.

Then the following week we’d head on over to the other person’s house and get stuff done over there in return, alternating houses each week. Whatever you need, spell it out and we’ll get it crossed off your list. The kids could play and we’d get some things accomplished, while at the same time getting some much needed and very welcome interaction with people who came up higher than the underwire in my bra.

Now, I love my kids, but this Stay at Home Mom gig can get kind of lonesome and isolating if you don’t stay on top of the real life friendship thing. Plus, I like to get stuff done – and kids can kind of put damper on the Productivity Department.

In short? Sounds win-win to me. Let’s do it.

So we agreed to give it a whirl. Between the two of us and another mutual homeschooling mama friend, we formed ourselves a little Tribe. I’d like to say that what happened next was miraculous, but really – it’s just obvious. We’d get together week after week and kick serious butt around our homes. The kids get to play and keep themselves busy (i.e., out of our hair). Adults and kids alike look forward to “Tribe Day”, husbands too – especially when they come home to find that the fridge has been completely cleaned out, the upstairs is spotless or the 18 bushels of apples you bought have been peeled and there’s a pie in the oven.

Sometimes I’ve even found myself scrambling at the last minute for something for us to work on when it’s my week. Instead of some thoughtfully planned out project, we end up getting to stuff I only kinda cared about, only sorta needed done, or only would would have slugged through if I was under house arrest. Bookshelves organized anyone? Well now they look great!

I actually love this Tribe concept so much that I’ve swindled other Stay At Home Friends into this gig as well. I’ll work at your house if you come work at mine? Sold.

So this week I had a pretty good sized project on my agenda, and it just so happened that Tribe days with each set of friends had us working at my house two days in a row.

Well whaddya know? Let’s Paint the Playroom!

Before

We’ve only lived in this house for oh, CLOSE TO A YEAR NOW – and I’m finally getting back into my role as Domestic Engineer.

Painting rooms has been on my list of things to do here for what feels like forever – and now that the clouds have finally parted after what has felt like one hell of a year, I’m kicking paint canss and taking names later.

And a little help from some friends has gone a long way.

Sharon Rolling

Can you tell this was Tuesday?

Trim

The left index finger being held out of harms way is your first clue.

One of the best parts about this arrangement is that you can get so much more done when your kids are occupied by somebody else’s kids. More done than when it’s just you and the man working on some project and the littlest one won’t stop asking Daddy to “play with me!” because Mom never does.

Sorry. I really hate to play. Can’t we read or draw or blog or something?

Little friends love to play Sick Kitty.

Kids Play

Or better yet, Dead Kitty in the Street – the game that came right before Sick Kitty.

Got kids you’re supposed to be teaching how to write?

Wet Paint Sign

I can homeschool AND paint at the same time, yo!

Wet Paint

And progress doesn’t have to halt when there’s a squabble that needs tending to, a toy needs to be found or someone has to figure out how to stop the cries of hunger.

Feed'Em

The Tribe that eats together, stays together.

Lunch Time

Mac and cheese, veggie dogs and corn anyone? No? OK then, how ’bout leftover bean enchiladas for the big girls then?

Leftovers

Hey wait. Who you calling “big girl”?

My Wednesday Tribe helped me finish up the trim and after a brief work hiatus due to finger issues, the room was wrapped up this weekend while Dad played Dead Kitty in the Street and Mom played Get This Playroom Put Back Together Before They Ask Me To Play With Them on Monday.

Purple Playroom

Much better.

Done

Purple rules.

And Done

Girls drool.

A big thanks to Sharon, Andrea and Rebecca all your help! Couldn’t have done it (so quickly) without you gals. Now go Find Your Tribe!


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Sorta a Title

November 13th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Lunch - (6 Comments)

OK, I promise to stop starting all my posts with a picture of my left hand.

Right after this one.

Carrot Finger

Now, I won’t show you what’s under that bandage, but let’s just say this carrot sorta reminds me of something that I can’t quite put my finger on.

You know, if I had some raw hamburger to stuff into that crack there I bet then I could finger figure it out.

So how on earth a little finger infection and minor surgery can throw life into such upheaval for a couple of days is beyond me. But then I look at that carrot again and think about all the nerve endings in my finger suddenly I’m reminded why.

I’ve sorta been “cooking” – if you call tearing up lettuce and hard boiling eggs cooking. I’ve sorta been “cleaning” – if you call napping on the couch instead of making a mess in the kitchen cleaning. And I’ve sorta been “exercising” – if you call lifting the bottles of pain killers and antibiotics exercise.

All jokes aside (all jokes aside?!) today is the best I’ve felt since the nerve block wore off on Thursday evening. I felt so good in fact that I eagerly abandoned my children and husband and sweat pants today to shower (with a bag on my hand) and then run off to eat something other than salad and hard boiled eggs and carrots that sorta gross me out.

Zak and the girls did their father-daughter thing this afternoon while I went and did my mother-daughter thing. Except I got to play the role of “daughter” this time instead of that name the kids in this house insist on calling me.

Granny Weeds and I hit up the vegetarian bar at Wegmans for lunch this afternoon.

Wegmans Vegetarian Bar

This is one of my favorite places to not cook, not clean up, and not exercise – unless of course you count the stairs you have to climb up and down to get to the dining area as exercise?

Stairs

OK, yes. That totally counts.

One set: once up the stairs, chow, back down the stairs, shop. Repeat as needed.

As far as I’m concerned, this is the best vegetarian food bar in the greater Rochester area.

Veggie Bar

Tons of variety and they change it up frequently, so many meal ideas to steal be inspired by, so many things to load on your plate.

Hot Bar Cold Bar

And oh boy do I load up my plate. Mixed greens, pesto baked tofu, southwest tofu, shaved Brussels sprouts (stolen! I mean, inspired!), roasted asparagus, roasted acorn squash, orange and beet salad.

Plate o' Veggies

And the best for last!  Spaghetti Squash Gratin.

It’s that yellow stuff buried in there under the savory green stalks. Look again.

Look Again

So. Good.

So good in fact that I’m sorta jealous I didn’t come up with this myself.  So good that I sorta want to try this at home and then share the version I come up with.

Spaghetti Squash Gratin

Except… I’m sorta still not up for cooking just yet.  Hey wait, Wegmans puts their shizz online!   Spaghetti Squash Gratin in da’ houwse! I found it!  Dang, Wegmans has sorta been my saving grace today.

Now if only I had an exercise tip to throw in here and this sorta half-assed post would be complete.

I’ve got it.  A song I heard upon departing Wegmans and immediately ran home to download and add to my running playlist.

If you can’t watch it here, clicky clicky.

And there you have it. A post that I sorta wrote.  Wegmans sorta did the rest.  And I sorta never want to eat a carrot again.


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You Have GOT to be Kidding Me

November 11th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Life - (7 Comments)

Finger Felon

This post is brought to you courtesy of my right hand. And the title of this post has only to with the bandage job because, well, I mean – really now.

Besides that? I’m happy! For the first time in well over a week, my the tip of my left index finger does not hurt! At least until the local anesthesia wears off and I have to crack into this bottle of Vicodin here. Better hurry up and click Publish before this post makes a liar out of me.

So I am pleased to report that everything went smoothly today. Said left index finger was sliced open from tip to first knuckle and he’s “optimistic” that they got everything out that needed gettin’ out. *Insert dry heaving noises here.*

I also confirmed one more time that I really have to wait two weeks to get sweaty. I swam laps first thing this morning knowing that it will probably be even longer than that before I can get in the pool again. When I asked about swimming, he didn’t say a thing and simply shot me a look that quite plainly said “You Have GOT to be Kidding Me.”

Alrighty then.

AND I’m pretty sure that look also said “No cooking today, you better plan to go out to dinner tonight too.”

Well alrighty then!


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I’m a (Finger) Felon

November 9th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Life - (14 Comments)

Alternate post titles also considered this evening:

Option 1: Paging Dr. Weeds
Option 2: You Have GOT to be Kidding Me
Option 3: (Don’t) Pull My Finger

Finger Felon

Do you see how the tip of my left index finger looks a little large and in charge there?  It is swollen and although it looks pretty innocent, let me tell you – it hurts. Like, bump-it-just-right-and-I-feel-like-I-might-puke kind of pain. Pain that had me out of bed and googling “swollen, painful finger tip” at 4 AM on Monday morning.  (See Post Title Option #2 above.)

It started a week ago I think, and at first was more of a nuisance than anything else. You know… like, a little throbbing during downward dog, holding my finger out of the way as I load the dishwasher, using my pinkie to pick my nose. Unfortunately though, it has gotten progressively worse with each passing day and has now gotten to the point where it can no longer be ignored.

So I saw my primary care physician yesterday who, after unsuccessfully attempting to aspirate the hard lump deep within my finger pad with a syringe reminiscent of something someone might spear Moby Dick with, sent me to an orthopedic surgeon today. (See Post Title Option #2 again.)

My Google self-diagnosis on Monday morning? (See Post Title Option #1). A felon. This was confirmed today by Dr. Orthopedic Surgeon who almost a little too eagerly gave me the news that my finger has to be sliced opened from tip to first knuckle and drained first thing on Thursday morning.

And then when I half-jokingly asked if I could still run, he half-gleefully told me “not for two weeks.” (Post Title Option #2 one more time.)

“The wound will be have to be left open so it can drain.  No sweating for two weeks.”

Awesome.

The good news? It’s my left hand. (Insert the obvious “I’m right handed” here.)

The bad news? It’s not my middle finger.

Cause if it was my middle finger, I could show people exactly what I think about all this.  Maybe I’ll just hold up my middle finger and say “It’s the finger next to this one that hurts!” You can see Post Title Option #3 now.

(If you want to know how it all turned out, go here.)


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Fall Back…

November 7th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Dinner Time - (12 Comments)

Fall Back

…into the leaves, that is. Oh yeah, clocks too.

Now that the last of the leaves are on the ground, I’ll agree to rake.

Last Leaves Finally Fallen

With a little help, of course.

Help Me Rake!

(And I mean a very little.)

Who needs cardio when there’s yardio? Today’s work out left my yard looking very N.E.A.T. Unfortunately I can’t say the same thing about my hair.

Raking

Yard work today was a family affair. Two up front and two in the back.

Group Effort

While the rest of our street hauls their leaves to the curb, we haul ours to the back! That absurdity deserves a Compost Math lesson, don’t you agree?

Kitchen scraps (and grass clippings) = nitrogen
Leaves = carbon

nitrogen + carbon = ?

Save Your Leaves

A happy compost pile apparently? I’m not the Compost Master around here, I just do as I’m told.

I am the Dinner Master around these parts though, which means it’s time for a little Dinner Math lesson.

Spaghetti Squash + Spaghetti Pie – Spaghetti = ?

Spaghetti Squash Pie of course!

Cut spaghetti squash in half and de-seed. Grease a baking sheet with oil (I used olive oil) and bake face down at 350 for about 50 minutes – or until you can easily stick a fork into the outer shell.

Spaghetti Squash

While squash is baking, prepare your cheese layer:

1 egg, beaten
8 oz ricotta cheese
8 oz mozzarella, shredded
Tablespoon or so of parmesan cheese

Combine ingredients in a medium sized bowl and set aside.

Once cool enough to pick up, scrape “noodles” into a bowl. Stir in a little parm and minced garlic if you’re so inclined.

Spaghetti Squash Noodles

Now it’s time to assemble your layers. Noodle layer at the base, cheese layer up next.

Layer One Layer Two

Layer three? Tomato sauce. Make your own – or better yet – do it the easy way (dude. I baked a squash at 9 AM for crying out loud.) and get your third layer from a jar.

Layer Three

Bake now or bake later.

Ready to Bake

I chose later.

(Whether now or later, bake at 350 for about 40 minutes.)

Served with a side of veggies – how ’bout Brussel sprouts made my new favorite way!

Eat now or eat later.

Spaghetti Pie

I chose now.


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Trail Running Truths

November 6th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Fitness - (4 Comments)

Welp, a trail race was on the agenda for this morning! 10 kilometers to be exact.

Yes sir – 10 cold, rainy, snowy and more rainy kilometers. On the agenda.

Also on the agenda? A bunch of lessons to be learned. Get ready to take some notes.

Stay in the car as long as you can.

Rainy Race Day

Let’s not rush to get out there just to stand around in the snow and rain, mmmk?

Wet Shawn

Snow is better than rain.

Wet Snow

Because you don’t get soaked quite as quickly. Whose idea was this race anyway?

Running and photography don’t necessarily go hand in hand.

Fail

Self portraits included.

Another Fail

They weren’t kidding when they described the course as “hilly”.

Hills

Yup, that was no joke.

Veteran trail runners walk up the hills.

Up Again

Everyone else (er, myself included) attempts to run up them.

Yes, it’s ok to walk up the hills. Really.

Busted

OK, good. Let’s walk.

It always stops raining at the end of the race.

Done Raining

Well, maybe that isn’t a Trail Running Truth, but it sure as hell figures.

This was not a PR course.

Not a PR Course
Yup, that was right too.

Time

Average pace, 10:47. (Did I mention there were hills? And walking?)

Running trails is a boat load of fun.

Sure, Now It's Done Raining

Especially when you get good and soaked.

Veggie burgers with tomato, provolone and avocado served with side salad make the perfect post run meal.

Post Run Eats

Definitely a Trail Running Truth. Definitely, definitely.


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Brought to You by the Letter Y

November 5th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Breakfast - (3 Comments)

Never does the second to last letter of the alphabet look as good as it does on a cold and rainy Friday morning.

The Letter Y

I find it a tad ironic that I hit the Y to avoid getting cold and wet, only to go inside and get cold and wet.

Full Pool

Actually, the Y is pretty warm which makes swimming much more enjoyable compared old, cold, damp and dreary place I use to swim laps in the old ‘hood.  Today was my first early morning swim session this season and it was easy to jump right in and get moving.

My classic pool workout is 100 yards freestyle, 100 yards backstroke (do your flip turns!) then 50 yards with the kick board. Repeat for 6 sets. (1 length of the pool = 25 yards.)

Cool down 25 free, 25 back x 6. 40 minutes later and I’m on my way home to see the man off to work.

The best part about swimming is the voracious hunger that hits out of no where by the time you get home. A hunger wouldn’t be as welcome if you weren’t totally looking forward to breakfast.

And looking forward to breakfast I was.  My new breakfast staple: Artisana Coconut Butter

Artisana Organic Coconut Butter

Coconut butter is old news to the food bloggers of the world, but it is new to me and I. Am. In. Love.

A tablespoon shaved into a ramekin, microwaved for 10 seconds, swirled, another 10 secs, swirled, 10 more secs if needed.

Before –> Melted

You gotta swirl it between 10 second microwave sets otherwise you’ll scald it.

Drizzled over my new fav overnight oats combo.

Blueberry Coconut Overnight Oats

1/2 c rolled oats
1/4 c 2% Chobani Greek Yogurt
1/2 c unsweetened almond milk

Soaked in the fridge overnight.

Topped this morning with:

1/2 c frozen (thawed) blueberries
1 Tbsp Almond Butter
1 Tbsp coconut butter

(465 calories, 25 g of fat, 48 carbs, 14 g protein) Numbers might seem a little scary, but this easily holds me over ALL morning. Don’t forget that fat is your friend people!

Swim done, kids still snoozing. Time for breakfast at the office. I mean, with The Office.

Oats with Office

Don’t ask Y.


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A Time for Fish

November 3rd, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Dinner Time - (14 Comments)

Earlier this week we met up with some of our unschooling, nature loving friends for a salmon run adventure.

We were the first to arrive,

Salmon Run

so we figured out how to keep ourselves entertained as we waited for our friends to join us.

tongue

Smile

One by one a colorful gang of kids showed up,

Fall Day

and then the creek walking and fish stalking began.

Colorful Friends

SVA

Right around this time every year, the salmon make their way back up the creeks and streams in this area to spawn,

Max Under the Bush

and we were there on Monday to catch the live show.

Downstream

Creek Walking

Both kids and adults alike delighted in watching the salmon attempt to swim upstream. Do you see the brown fish in the brown water there? Let’s play “Hidden Pictures”.

See It?

Answer below:

Now See It?

So speaking of salmon, and speaking of experimenting, this post is about to swim upstream and spawn too. Or something. I’m about to post something that has never been seen on Mama’s Weeds before; and that would be, fish.

Rub

Oh wait, I guess I have posted about fish before. Except we didn’t eat the fish from that post, we just flushed her.

So yes, this feels like an appropriate juncture to announce what has been a very personal and monumental decision: After months of careful thought and consideration, as well as nearly 4 years of being a strict vegetarian, I have decided to very occasionally and very conscientiously add fish back into my diet.

I stopped eating meat in January of 2007. In the two years or so before that time, we’d already been eating less meat. Zak went totally veg somewhere in the year before I did. I had stopped preparing meat at home and only ate meat when we were out, either in restaurants or at dinner parties. In the months leading up my own decision to stop eating meat completely, we watched Meet Your Meat and Wegmans Cruelty, two very disturbing yet extremely thought provoking documentaries.

Then on an afternoon in early 2007, as I sat at my dining room table reading The Breastfeeding Book and holding a sleeping infant in my arms, I was giving a lot of thought to the food I was putting into my body that was once again making milk for a baby girl.

It was the line from page 79 of that text was the clincher:

Our nutritional research has led us to the conclusion that for most people, especially breastfeeding mothers, the pesco-vegetarian diet is the healthiest.

And that was that. At that very moment I made my decision to go completely vegetarian and never looked back.

Nutrition was at the forefront of my decision to stop eating meat. I wanted to be healthy and I felt like becoming a vegetarian was going to get me there. While I certainly cared about the cruelty being done to animals, my own health and nutrition was the primary reason behind my decision. There was a part of me that hoped vegetarianism would be a fast track to losing the weight I put on during pregnancy. I was also glad to join in and support my husband in his vegetarian journey as well.

Now though, my understanding about health and nutrition is much more vast and comprehensive. I know there is more to being healthy than simply not eating meat. I have never doubted that humans evolved to eat meat, but I also know that the way meat is consumed in the Standard American Diet is not what feels right to me. I believe meat can be a part of a healthy diet, and for me – fish is what I am interested in adding to my diet at this time. While I am not sure if or when I’ll ever eat any flesh other than fish, I do know that I want to add a wider variety of healthy fats into my diet – and the addition of fatty fish feels like the right way to do that. I plan to only consume wild, sustainably caught fish from time to time and am curious see if I notice a difference in how I feel.

So for now, I consider myself a pesco-vegetarian.

A pesco-vegetarian that really has no idea how to prepare or cook fish.

Good thing the frozen, wild caught salmon I bought last week came with some cooking suggestions on the back of the package.

Cook Salmon Directions
(click picture for larger version)

Tonight with a husband out for the evening (a husband who is choosing to remain strictly veg), I prepared a dry rub of cumin, S&P, thyme and paprika and seared in a pan with olive oil for a few minutes on each side.

In the Pan

Once seared I put the fish into a baking pan into a 350 degree oven and baked for about 10 minutes. While the fish was baking, I sauteed some shaved Brussels sprouts, crushed garlic and grated carrots in coconut oil.

The Only Way

By the way, this is the best way to eat Brussels sprouts. I should also mention this is the only way I’ll eat Brussels sprouts now.

Dinner was eaten while I watched one child eat frozen blueberries for dessert and the other one make her Barbie dance around and make fart noises.

Salmon With Brussels Sprouts

So glad I went vegetarian for the child who makes Barbie fart. It made a huge difference. Clearly.


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One Phat Salad

November 2nd, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Lunch - (5 Comments)

I really enjoy playing around with different ways of eating – figuring out what works for me and what doesn’t. It’s like a science experiment really, and I like experimenting on myself. Wait, I mean, I like playing with myself. Ummm, no, that’s not what I meant either.

I read The Zone like 100 years ago, and while the eating plan described there is rather complex and a lot to keep track of, it was still my introduction to the importance of getting fat, carbs and protein at each meal.

In short, finding the right balance of these three macro nutrients is your ticket to feeling satisfied after any meal – or that’s my ticket anyway.

That’s just a little background to go along with my recent intrigue with consciously changing up the ratio of fat, protein and carbs at any given meal. This concept of getting each of these three things at a meal or snack isn’t new to me, and probably isn’t new to you either – but practicing a shift in that ratio is new. Aiming for more fat and more protein in each meal and then compensating for those additional calories by reducing the number of carb calories – especially from high sugar fruits and grains – is still doing miraculous things for me in the Content After a Meal and Time Between Meals departments.  I haven’t done the math, but I would guess I’m actually eating less calories over the course of the day because this change.

So not only have I been fattening up my bowls of overnight oats in the morning recently, I’ve also been busy fattening up my salads as well.

For example, in the past I might have eaten a salad and two slices of Ezekiel toast with hummus for lunch.  Recently I’ve been skipping the creamed ‘bonzos, garlic and tahini smeared on sprouted grains and instead “spending” those calories on the glory that is blue cheese and avocado.

Fixings

My new favorite salad toppings:

  • one small, organic honeycrisp apple
  • two hard boiled eggs
  • half an avocado
  • one medium tomato
  • a tablespoon or two of crumbled blue cheese
  • one medium carrot
  • (nuts could be good here too, but I get my daily dose of nuts at breakfast every morning, so I typically skip them at lunch and dinner)

Fully Loaded

Buried underneath it all you’ll find a bed of mixed greens, tossed on this particular day in Annie’s Goddess dressing.

Stick a fork in it, you’re done.

Salad Mess

By the time I make my way through this behemoth, I’m perfectly content and ready to rock out for the next 4 or 5 hours – and some days even longer. Please let the record show that I am notoriously a hungry girl – it’s not unusual for me to be ready to eat something 3 hours after any given meal. Maybe it’s because I run, maybe it’s because I spend my days chasing after small children and hike up and down the stairs doing laundry all the live long day, or maybe it’s because I’m a freak.  All I know for sure is that more fat and protein are doing wonders for me. Playing with myself has never felt so good!


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