I make Lisa’s peanut butter coconut oil cups all the time, they have become a fast favorite around here. (Have you tried these yet? You need to get on it!) Once they’re made, they are a quick, easy, satisfying snack – I love to pop one before a run (sort of like a direct fuel bite a la Brendan Brazier from Thrive) and we often find ourselves sneaking in to the freezer for one (or two!) after dinner.
The first thing I need to tell you is that this was not my idea.
In fact, I kept trying to change the subject every time it came up, in the hopes that they’d forget all about it.
The little one made fruit shish kabobs with a group of her little friends last week. On our way home that afternoon, she asked if we had some of those same sticks and if we might be able to make these at home too, you know, with kinds of fruit that she enjoys. Like apples!
And maybe… oh yeah. Just apples.
A few things to tell you today.
One: Banana, kiwi and diced oranges make the best fruit salad. EVER.
I want to weep when I look at this simple salad and remember how amazing it was. But then again I weep when the Disney World commercials play on Hulu during The Biggest Loser, so take that for what it’s worth.
You know that one, where they say “only so many mountains left to climb together…”
Gets me every damn time.
We’ve gotten a slew of peaches from the CSA share in recent weeks – more peaches than we can eat.
Or really, more peaches than I am currently in the mood to eat.
Don’t get me wrong – summer peaches are fabulous. But frankly, I am peached out. I’ve thrown enough Peach Pits into our compost pile this month to change my zip code to 90210.
(it’s possible I had a poster of Luke Perry hanging on my bedroom wall from approximately 1992 until 1994…)
Peas. Coffee. Popsicles. Pajamas. What the heck time is it anyway?
Why it’s time for breakfast, of course.
What? You don’t eat peas and watermelon for breakfast? Well then you haven’t lived!
Actually, it’s time to tell you that this popsicle mold has paid for itself.
This is especially true because our neighbor gave it to us and I didn’t pay a dime for it.
And this is especially good because the handles break off pretty easily.
And if I’d have paid for it, that would be especially annoying.
While slicing up that there cantaloupe I got to thinking about Natalia Rose’s line from the The Raw Food Detox Diet about fruit:
Eat it alone or leave it alone.
Food combining rules say you should eat only eat fruit on empty stomach because when mixed with other foods, it can lead to fermentation, stomach pains and gas. As I understand it, it has to do with the enzymes that are released to digest fruit vs. what’s released to digest other foods.
My camera has seen better days.
And no, taking this picture could not wait even a single second for me to take off my hat or jacket.
Apparently the front cover of my camera lost its lust for life about a month or so ago. It’s barely holding on here. I had to resort to rubber bands, hair ties and super glue to hold it together.
These materials were doing a fine job of getting my camera through its tough time – and I was especially appreciative of the fact that they saved me from the snotty “Lens Error. Restart Camera. (You Jerk.)” message it would give me whenever the lens got caught up in the front cover.
Until recently, our cats subsisted on dry cat food alone. About a thousand years ago we would give them canned cat food sometimes as a “treat” – but after going vegetarian I suddenly took issue with meat in cans, cat food included.
Thus, due in part to my new vegetarian dogmas, I stopped buying canned cat food.
On my run this morning I realized it was a year ago today that I embarked on my maiden voyage with my neighborhood running group. Although I guess a year ago today was Halloween, and Halloween is of course tomorrow. So I suppose I really should have written a year ago tomorrow, but the group runs on Saturdays, so it feels like a year ago today. And “a year ago today” feels a more nostalgic than “a year ago tomorrow” – so I’m leaving it.
I go through breakfast phases. Phases where I pretty much eat the same thing day after day after day for weeks on end until one day I wake up in the mood for something different. This is how it always goes. I eventually grow tired of the same old, same old, get some new breakfast idea and the cycle starts all over again.
Right now I am in a cold oatmeal phase. I have been here before and will be here again I’m sure. This means that my husband and children are also in a cold oatmeal phase. As the primary meal preparer in this house, they are pretty much at the mercy of whatever breakfast phase I’m in. Alternate breakfast requests are usually honored provided I have enough notice.