How can it be monday again already – seriously does someone wind the hands of the clock up so they go faster on a weekend. Its not fair……
I did get a lot down this weekend though so I guess that maybe one reason for it to have gone so fast. Saturday was the usual clean the house day – a cursary whip round with the duster and blast with the bathroom cleaner whilst hubby does battle with the vacuum and the cat hair!! It always looks so much better – for about 5 minutes it seems. Oh well it will look good again next saturday.
After cleaning which is definately my least favourite task it was on to some cooking/uncooking as I was feeling rather creative. I made cakes – raw for me and a cooked victoria sponge for hubby which lasted little over 24 hours – the boy did good….. my raw creations faired a little better with the last three being consummed today – 1 by me and 2 by hubby. He seems to have turned into a cake monster……
Next up was raw sweet potato crisps which came out really well even though they take an age in the dehyrdator. Definately one to make when there is other stuff going in as well. I also made a beetroot ravoli for my tea on saturday night. This entailed making cashew nut cheese as the filling and a red pepper sauce to drizzle over for serving. I had this dish last year at the raw food restaurant ‘Saf’s’ in London and have been meaning to make it ever since. It didn’t disappoint and was every bit as good as I remembered. I also made some savoury tart cases which I filled with some of the cashew cheese and some caramelised onion (date sauce) and red pepper. These formed part of my packed lunch that we took out with us on the sunday.
Weather permitting, sunday is usually our day out on the bikes. We are lucky where we live that there are plenty of places to go with the bikes where it is lovely and quiet and you are not in any danger of being knocked of you bike at any moment or dying of carbon monoxide fumes….. We ended up on a disused railway line that has been turned into a cycle trail. There are quite a few of them doted around in Norfolk and we have done most of them now. The countryside is lovely and you cycle through open fields, wooded areas and cute little villages. We took a packed lunch with us – hubby eyed mine with quite some interest – emmm…..maybe I can turn him raw after all….. I had my veggie tart with a tomato, cucumber and black olive salad with some sweet potato crisps. I also had some raw vanilla cupcakes and a pot of grapes. Yummy……
So, a very busy but rewarding weekend and now its down to work again whilst looking forward to next weekend……
‘Time please’ is a well known cry in pubs all across the UK. Time to sup up the last of your ale, down your wine or glug back that G&T before the doors open onto the night and the lights go out on the bar.
Alcohol has been a constant feature for much of my adult life – who am I kidding here – all of my adult life. When I think back over the years alcohol in some form or another is always there.
When I first started work my tipple of choice was vodka and blackcurrant, until I was violently ill on it in the Rock Garden club in Covent Garden. Then I switched my allegance to vodka and orange until the same thing happened with that!! – although not at the same place. In my early twenties pints of beer were my preferred drink - very feminine!! and then I discovered wine. Red wine was my favourite to start with but over the years that has switched to white and back to red and back to white again depending on what my latest hangover was caused by.
Living in France was probably the pinnacle of my drinking career – it was incredibly cheap and not altogether bad and so we drank more than our weight in wine it seemed. When we returned to the UK our drinking slowed down a lot and over the last few years I have moderated my tastes considerably and no longer drink spirits, beer or much wine preferring instead the delights of champagne of which I am lucky enough to have drunk some very good bottles – Dom Perignan and Krug being the highlights.
This week I went away with my friend for a few days of R & R. These days away are an annual event and usually involve alot of eating, drinking, shopping and gossiping. This year was no exception. We ate – me raw and we drank and I suffered like I haven’t suffered before. I spent an extremely restless night (after sharing a bottle of wine and drinking a white wine spritzer) waking up every hour absolutely gasping for water. I drunk over 2 litres throughout the night and when daylight finally came I was still thirsty, very tired and feeling like ***p……
It was the final straw for me. How can I eat such a good diet and then go and ruin it all by drinking something that affects my body in such a dramatic way. It took three days to finally feel well again. That is no fun and to be honest the wine wasn’t that good.
So, for me its very definately ‘time please’. I’m done with the booze. I reackon I have had about 25 years of drinking the stuff but the relationship has run its course. I choosing to step out with my new non alcoholic friends (also known as water and juice) nowadays……I’ll let you know how it goes.
It’s been four years since I first learned about raw foods and in that time I have changed the way I eat to what I would describe as a ‘high raw’ diet. Sure I am 100% raw pretty much all of the time but when the occasion arises I will allow myself to eat bread, rice, fish and sometimes cheese. Not to heinous a crime I know but the consequences of eating these foods always leave me feeling physically rotten and battling an overwhelming urge to eat more of them which then makes me feel emotionally rotten. Why do I still want to eat these things when I knew full well that they aren’t doing me any good??? Why can’t I stick to eating my lovely raw food diet 100% of the time no exceptions??
The final piece of my food puzzle has been slotted into place for me courtesy of a client – slight irony there I think! – she lent me the book entitled ‘The End of Overeating’ by David Kessler and it has been an amazing eye opener to read so far and I am only half way through it. There has been an epiphany for me on every page and I read it open mouthed and loudly venting my shock and anger at the food industry as I go. It’s definately worth a read and I highly recommend it to everyone. No-one should have the power to manipulate your food the way these players do……
It has been the push that I needed to finally embrace the raw food life in its entirety. No more playing around on the fence and jumping off to the other side with a feeble excuse only to come back with my tail between my legs and the stomach ache and bloating that usually accompany such excursions.
From here on out it’s raw food all the way, everyday until I pop of to another dimension although seeing as I don’t intend that to happen until 2080 at the earliest I may have to play that by ear as food could be a completely different ball game by then. However, here and now in 2010 is where I am at and for this moment in time I commit to being 100% raw.
I am posting my daily progress on our forum – under the group ‘ diary room’ so if you want to come and join us there you can keep up with how I am doing and perhaps share your stories with us all too…….
A busy weekend of housework and gardening saw me making a big pineapple, orange, coconut water and banana smoothie to kick start my saturday and give me the required push to attack the house and garden with gusto. Once I’d juiced the oranges and pineapple I had a brainwave as to what to do with all the left over pulp. I decided to make some raw cookies and use the pulp to make them ‘fruity’.
So, I mixed ground sunflower, pumpkin and flaxseed with dried coconut, dates and raw honey. I then added the pulp and mixed that in too. So far so good. I made them into cookie shapes and placed them on the dehydrator tray ready for it to do its magic. Then we hit the garden. Several hours later we came in to have a cup of tea and try the cookies. They looked good and they smelt good but OMG when we tried them they tasted like – and there is no any other way of describing them here – but they tasted just like vomit. Not good. Needless to say they went in the bin.
Usually my raw food experimentation goes ok and although I have had a few minor ‘blips’ along the way this is the first major disaster to befall my raw food kitchen over the last three years. It was something of a shock I can say but I made sure I got straight back into the kitchen the following day and knocked up some vanilla cupcakes – pecans, dates, coconut and vanilla. I made a dozen cupcakes and I am very pleased to report that less than 24 hours later there are none left………phew normal service resumes……………….