It's amazing how easily I'll fall into and out of kicks. I think my OCD has a lot to do with this. Anyway, the all-raw thing is over (for now), and for some reason I feel like that gives me license to eat pretty much everything in mass quantities. G and I were talking coming home from his folks' last night and he said, "Eating raw really makes you think about what you're eating." And it's true. You can't just mindlessly or compulsively snack. You can't just pop everything in the house into your mouth. Which, of course, is what I did all day.
To backtrack to yesterday, his mother was kind enough to grocery shop with us in mind and picked up some local stuff from the farmer's market out on Long Island. That was appreciated and we didn't want to make anything harder than it needed to be for her, plus all vegetables are delicious cooked and not, so after we helped at G's dad's store, we walked around the neighborhood for a little while and ate dinner: pan cooked chickpeas and rainbow chard with lemon and tomatoes and corn on the cob. She even sent us home with the rest of the chard! Thanks, Gerri. My intestines could totally handle it and it was a delicious way to ease back into cooked foods.
This morning I made a smoothie to share with G:
Spinach, banana, strawberries, kiwi, flax meal, lemon juice, powdered ginger, and agave syrup.
I also ate a piece of this peach oat cake I baked probably a week and a half ago.
It's been so long I hardly remember the recipe. The black speckles are poppy seeds, I know that much. It was tasty enough, as in, tasty enough that I ate way too much of it. I snacked pretty much all day long on both raw and cooked foods, leading me to a fairly light dinner: raw vegetables with three different dips:
Orange bell pepper with pea dip, cucumber avocado boats, and cherry tomatoes with hummus (also from G's mom).
Do you have a favorite dish that your parent(s) have made for you?