Where do you go when you finally decide what you need out of a blog? Every once in a while, I find myself really wanting to share my thoughts. Yes... I do have thoughts. And more recently, I've realized that perhaps after running a small business with my best friend/hubs and being mommy to two awesome kids... maybe I had thoughts, but then I got tired. Oh wait, there's dinner to cook, too. WAIT A MINUTE!!! Does anyone understand that my brain is dead. Shot. GONE.
Oh yeah, so back to what I want/need out of a blog. At the the core of both hubs and I, we are foodies. We love food something fierce. But then there's the day-to-day grind that makes us both brain dead by the end of the day. On top of which I have some pretty crazy food issues. The hubs does, too, but his are a little more easy to work around. I thrive on more of a Paleo diet, while he thrives on a bit less protein and a little more carbs. But what we both agree on whole-heartedly is that what should be served in our house is REAL food. We are both vehemently opposed to the "food-like product" that is rampant. We both understand that quality proteins, fats and vegs are an ever important food source and we want to teach our children the same.
But I'll be honest. I can't afford grass-fed steak every night and as of yet I haven't mastered Weekly Meal Planning 101. Here's what I really want out of a blog: give me some ideas of how to quickly get a meal on the table with simple things, like ground beef or stiry fry meat. I realized this recently after browsing through this awesome book; I came across some great flavor profile ideas. Ways to throw things together easily. But maybe not always for the foodie chef I like to think I am.
Then, my book fearie sent me Nom Nom Paleo's Food for Humans. I must admit I've been slightly obsessed since it arrived. A real food cookbook written by a full-time working mama!?! Yes, thanks. More importantly, I've been re-inspired.
This page will be my random musings and wanderings of getting healthy food on my table. Feel free to jump in wherever you feel moved.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Hi, my name is Liz and I have an autoimmune disease.
There. I said it. I won't say that I've been denying it for the past 5 years, but I certainly have been pretending that it's not a big deal. But it is. It is a big deal. My doctor told me when I was diagnosed 5 years ago that once you are damaged, you're always damaged. I knew he was right, but it's taken me since then to really understand what those words meant. Always damaged.
Over the years my way of eating has changed, and continues to. I started out going for organics, not really understanding why people needed to replace their pizza with gf pizza. But then the realization that this is for life sets in, and you really need pizza. So I then went into eating various gf substitutions, most of which I made myself because they were all gross.
After seriously resisting being "Paleo", I've come to the conclusion that I just need to stop fighting. Sometimes I wish I was that person who can just eat whatever they want in sheer ignorant bliss. But then I stop and think, no, I'm not. I don't want to be that person, I am just seriously jealous of their seemingly rock solid guts. But I've been feeling like I got taken out with last week's garbage for 2 weeks now. And at some point, I had to realize that my body isn't what it was. I can't eat what I could before and not pay for weeks to come.
Always damaged.
It was chilly and rainy here in Raleigh today, so a nice beef stew sounded like a nice way to end the day. Well, I should say goat stew, since I didn't have any beef stew meat. So into the slow cooker it goes!
I put the following in the cooker:
one onion
one green pepper
2 beef soup bones (stock is healing! don't throw away the bones!)
1 lb of stew goat meat
a good bit of salt, pepper and garlic
oregano
a couple sprigs of dried thyme
covered with water
Yep, we're that complex around here. Even my son, the picky 7 year old, asked how to make the broth because it was that good.
Sometimes, it's the simple small things that not only taste good, but feel good. Today is that day I stop resisting. I just hope at some point, I can get those words out of my head. I don't particularly like thinking of myself as damaged.
There. I said it. I won't say that I've been denying it for the past 5 years, but I certainly have been pretending that it's not a big deal. But it is. It is a big deal. My doctor told me when I was diagnosed 5 years ago that once you are damaged, you're always damaged. I knew he was right, but it's taken me since then to really understand what those words meant. Always damaged.
Over the years my way of eating has changed, and continues to. I started out going for organics, not really understanding why people needed to replace their pizza with gf pizza. But then the realization that this is for life sets in, and you really need pizza. So I then went into eating various gf substitutions, most of which I made myself because they were all gross.
After seriously resisting being "Paleo", I've come to the conclusion that I just need to stop fighting. Sometimes I wish I was that person who can just eat whatever they want in sheer ignorant bliss. But then I stop and think, no, I'm not. I don't want to be that person, I am just seriously jealous of their seemingly rock solid guts. But I've been feeling like I got taken out with last week's garbage for 2 weeks now. And at some point, I had to realize that my body isn't what it was. I can't eat what I could before and not pay for weeks to come.
Always damaged.
It was chilly and rainy here in Raleigh today, so a nice beef stew sounded like a nice way to end the day. Well, I should say goat stew, since I didn't have any beef stew meat. So into the slow cooker it goes!
I put the following in the cooker:
one onion
one green pepper
2 beef soup bones (stock is healing! don't throw away the bones!)
1 lb of stew goat meat
a good bit of salt, pepper and garlic
oregano
a couple sprigs of dried thyme
covered with water
Yep, we're that complex around here. Even my son, the picky 7 year old, asked how to make the broth because it was that good.
Sometimes, it's the simple small things that not only taste good, but feel good. Today is that day I stop resisting. I just hope at some point, I can get those words out of my head. I don't particularly like thinking of myself as damaged.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Today has been a very reflective day for me.
On this day three years ago, someone who I didn't know lost her 4-year-old daughter to cancer. I had no idea this person existed or that about a year later I would meet her and we would work closely together and become good friends.
On this day three years ago, my sweet Jillian was 10 days old and in the NICU. We stood over her diligently, hoping that her little brain would kick into gear and the random periods during the day when she would stop breathing would end.
Life is so fragile. It is so strong and resilient, yet so fragile.
On this day three years ago, someone who I didn't know lost her 4-year-old daughter to cancer. I had no idea this person existed or that about a year later I would meet her and we would work closely together and become good friends.
On this day three years ago, my sweet Jillian was 10 days old and in the NICU. We stood over her diligently, hoping that her little brain would kick into gear and the random periods during the day when she would stop breathing would end.
Life is so fragile. It is so strong and resilient, yet so fragile.
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