Trail mix is my friend

Vegans, Celiac and allergy sufferers: my hat goes off to you. Day 1 and I feel like a smoker trying to quit – one day without my peanut butter smothered cinnamon raisin bagel, green tea and Activia yogurt for breakfast and I’m a mess. It makes me feel slightly better that Sean had just as painful of a day as I did.
Quote of the day: Sean – “I don’t feel cleansed yet.”
On the bright side, the blueberry rice flour muffins turned out lovely. 🙂 (Recipe below.) When I make the next batch, I am filling the muffin tins more so that they turn out bigger. Sean and I each had to eat multiple to feel full. But they are delicious!

  • 1 c. rice flour (Use brown rice flour for this during cleanse.)
  • 2 tsp. baking powder
  • Pinch of salt
  • 1/2 c. ground oats
  • 1/4 c. honey
  • 1/4 c. sesame oil
  • 1 c. soy milk
  • 2 eggs – (For this cleanse, I replaced with 2 tsp flax seed meal mixed with 1/2 cup of water)
  • 1/4 c. nuts, ground
  • 1/2 c. raisins or fresh blueberries
Combine all dry ingredients in one bowl. Mix wet ingredients in another bowl. Lightly oil and flour a 12 hole muffin tin. Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Mix contents of two bowls and spoon into muffin tins. Place in oven and bake for 20 minutes. 

NOTE: To make this as a cake or squares, pour batter into a 9×9 cake pan.

It was a hungry day – I don’t even want to talk about lunch. Note to me: get a bigger salad if I’m going to continue to take the stairs between floors at work. Trail mix will be forever my side on this interesting journey.
Dinner on the other hand, was very filling. Baked yam fries (I managed without my herb chipotle mayo), chicken and a spinach salad with some lovely fig vinaigrette (courtesy of Karen Dar Woon). Some blueberries and almond tea for dessert and we’re okay.
We’re getting in the spirit though. Tomorrow we make rice pasta ravioli stuffed with yams (or butternnut squash, TBD) with the lovely kitchenaid mixer. I may even bring home some quinoa, who knows?

It’s going to be a long two weeks…

Tomorrow marks the beginning of what could be a rocky two weeks for me and Sean – we are doing a cleanse. Yes, a cleanse. Two weeks of no wheat, sugar (aside from honey), caffeine, red meat, citrus fruit (excluding lemon), potatoes, corn, peanuts, dairy, vitamins supplements and no oils (excluding olive and flax). As you can imagine, this will be difficult for two people who drink a lot of green tea (yes, it’s caffeinated) and red wine (ah, Woodbridge, Cabernet Sauvignon, you will be missed) and eat a fair amount of pasta and chocolate. I make a point of eating at least close to what I should be of fruits and vegetables (I <;3 cucumbers) but I'm not sure I am mentally or physically prepared to eat nothing but vegetables on Days 8-10.

So after ballet this afternoon, I came home with things like brown rice flour, flax seed meal and soy milk. I've been googling recipes and learning what to substitute eggs with (silken soy, anyone?) and my poor husband asked me

“So, what am I actually aloud to eat starting tomorrow?”

In preparation for my not being able to having my daily cinnamon raisin bagel smeared with peanut butter, Sean not being able to have virtually any cereal out there and neither of us being able to eat yogurt for two weeks worth of breakfasts, rice flour blueberry muffins blueberry are cooling on the counter rack. I will post the recipe if they turn out well – if they don’t back to google I go.

The bright side of this is that I get to pretend I am at the spa every two days with castor oil packs. At least that’s how I am choosing to look at it – we’ll see how I feel about it after experiencing the fist one.

There will be a lot of “Oh we can’t eat that,” and we will probably bicker a bit and laugh at ourselves A LOT. Sean cleaned out the fridge and I have hidden the chocolate I will be craving in a place I am have chosen to forget for two weeks – particularly sad in light of an annoying recurring event that happened today.

So we raise Sean’s last glass of lovely Edradour whiskey for a while to what will be an entertaining fortnight. Wish us luck!


Chalet Wednesday

So there I was sitting in the first of two very long Wednesday meetings –diligently typing out action items and doing some calendaring and what pops into my brain?

“I wish I was at a ski chalet, sitting snug in front of a snappy wood fire with a good book and a big mug of tea or hot cocoa in my hands. “

Not even “I wish I was on a beach with a margarita or Corona in my hand,” – which at least would be a normal winter thought for me.

I don’t ski or snowboard and I have never been to a proper ski chalet in the winter, so where did this thought come from? (In reality, if I was to be at a ski chalet, I would be waiting for my hubby to return – with a nice hot mug of either warm drink awaiting his consumption – from doing said outdoor sports while I stay warm inside – maybe after trying skiing since I’ve never done it before.) Well, it snowed overnight and there I was sitting in my meeting in leggings, a lovely new chunky sweater dress from Mexx (I <3 end of season sales) and my fantastic new black Kodiak knee-highs (3/4” rubber heel, waterproof leather, tread on the bottom – no slipping for me!). Maybe my outfit, though chosen for practicality and warmth, has affected my thought pattern? I know this all sounds rather fluffy and a matter of no substance whatsoever, but all I know is that my hubby and I are both home this evening and I will be making chocolat chaud from scratch.