Diet sabotage and a body breakthrough

I had the pleasure of going out on a spontaneous mini date with my husband last night after we had spent a good chunk of the day apart, running errands here and there. As far as dates go, I think that spontaneous is really the way to go as those kinds of dates usually come at just the right time, when you are in need of a good chat and some refreshment. We popped into a local pub to grab a snack and a pint and to rest our feet. Gabe ordered a lamb sausage, served over some well prepared israeli couscous, grilled peppers, and an apricot chutney. I ordered the house fries with a (dairy-free) chili aioli. The dip I received was creamy, white, and tasted of onion and garlic. I’m fairly certain that what I got was a buttermilk ranch dressing. However, I’m not sure what more you can do to convince a waitress that what you are eating tastes nothing of chili, lime, or aioli when you’ve already asked her twice whether she is certain that what you received is indeed what your ordered and not the other dairy-licious dip being offered on the same menu and when her answer is a resounding “yes.” Although being unconvinced of this fry dip’s dairy-freeness, I ate it nonetheless. I mean really, it tasted so so good with those hot, salty, hand-cut fries, and, well, you gotta trust sometimes, right?  To my friends with dietary restrictions who like to eat out, I feel for you and some of the toes that you must feel you step on by making requests or being inquisitive about ingredients. I felt bashful having to even ask for the second time whether she was positive she knew what I was eating. I was tempted to have her taste it for herself. So, in conclusion, I’m pretty sure that I unwittingly cheated on my diet. Oh well. You win some you lose some, I suppose. It’s nothing that another few weeks of on-track eating can’t fix, right?

On the subject of winning, I had a major breakthrough with another one of my bodily oddities that, until recently, I’ve been convinced was something I would have to live with for the rest of my life – Earaches. Now, I only get these under very specific circumstances: 1) I must be jogging or hiking and 2) I must be outside. It starts as a dull ache in the back of my shoulders and neck and rapidly moves into a sharp pain in my ears and a pounding in my head. I can only describe it as that feeling that you get when you dive too deep under the water and the pressure makes your ears pop or you are descending in an airplane and your ears won’t pop. Times that by two and add in a migraine and that’s about how it feels. It’s rather debilitating and has made me hate jogging with a passion. However, on a whim and at the beckon of an invite from a friend I have recently signed up for The Color Run, taking place in August in Tacoma, WA (woohoo!). I was authentically excited about this opportunity, but the thought of getting another stabbing to the ears and head was making me reluctant to even start training.

My first trial jog occurred a few weeks ago, and I’ll just say that it didn’t end pleasantly for me. I had tried and failed to glean any useful information from the internet regarding this issue with my ears. From what I had read, many people get these headaches, but none have received many answers from either doctors or physical trainers on what the true cause is and what they can do about it. However, in chatting with a fantastically fit and talented runner friend of mine, I learned that some people (like herself) just have sensitive eardrums and that even the wind passing over your ears while jogging can make them ache. She suggested that I wear a headband over my ears to keep the wind out. I am now happy to report that on jog #2, armed with a soft band over my ears and with consciously relaxed shoulders (at the recommendation of another fantastically fit and talented runner friend) that I experienced no (ZERO!!!) earaches. My jogging style is not pretty, mind you. I’m about as fast as molasses out there and am wiggling my arms and shoulders around like wet pool noodles every five minutes to ensure that I’m staying loose, but NO MORE EARACHES!! is all I care about. I was able to go for a third “run” (and by run, I mean walk, jog, walk, jog, pant, walk, jog, sweat, and so on) and was just as successful in the ear department. I am hopeful that this will be a lasting development in my life and that I can continue to push myself forward into new realms, even to those that I never dreamed possible. Thank you for sharing in my joy with me!



Time to say goodbye

Well, the time has come. It really breaks my heart to say this, but I must share this news now or I will never accept it as truth. My husband and I are embarking on a six week hiatus…from dairy. I know. *Gasp. How could I possibly deny myself the pleasure of a late night wedge of sharp cheddar or a poached egg smothered in hollandaise. Oh, hollandaise. I forgot about that one. This may be harder than I thought.

Yet it is all too true, I’m afraid. After hearing many a tale on the horrors of hormones in dairy and the negative physical reactions of some who are exposed to lactose of any sort, organic or not, we have decided that a full elimination diet is the only way to know for sure what dairy does to our bodies. We are hoping that this experiment will provide us with at least a little bit of insight into some of Gabe’s epidermal woes and my digestive curiosities. Once our six weeks are up, we will begin to integrate small amounts of organic/hormone-free dairy products back into our lives to see if we have any reactions. Until then, it is “auf wiedersehen” to one of my great food loves. I’ve written a short poem to commemorate this moment.

Goodbye Dairy

Goodbye butter
Goodbye cream
The gooey cheese that’s in between
Goodbye gouda
Goodbye chevre
Goodbye brie on rounds of bread
Goodbye curds
Goodbye whey
“You’ll feel so good!” is what they say

….We shall see…

Soup no more

This last Thursday was the official first day of spring. In my head, I like to think that this is some magical day where as soon as the rosy faced sun comes up a’whistling and a’dancing, the dark clouds run away shrieking, with their skirts hiked up over their white ankles, and the newly sprouted flowers bop and flail about in celebration as if in a Steamboat Willie cartoon. Sadly this day isn’t as cute and conclusive as all that. The clouds remain and so does the chill. However, this day is still a lovely turning point in the season that can be used as an opportunity to air out the literal and figurative mothballs in your home and life. To me this means stowing away the heavy boots and coats, opening the windows to let in the fresh air, dusting the dusty the things, updating my short and long terms goals lists (as well as my shopping list to accommodate the changing produce selections), and preparing my final pot of winter soup.

I had picked up a butternut squash on my last trip to the grocery store, intending to roast it along with a few other root vegetables and serve it as a side dish. But after looking at the calendar and browsing my cupboards I opted to make a soup instead so that I could give a proper and delicious farewell to the winter season. I’ve had butternut squash soups before and they tend to be on the sweet side. While this type of squash does contain some good natural sugars (and roasting it really brings out the caramelized nuttiness locked inside) the addition of salty bacon and spicy chili oil help to balance out the sweet notes.


Butternut Squash Soup with Pepitas, Bacon and Chili Oil
Serves about 6

1 Butternut squash, peeled and cut into large cubes
1/2 medium yellow onion, diced
1 quart of chicken stock
pinch of cinnamon
1 tsp turmeric
1 tsp dried oregano
1/3 cup cream (optional)
2 T plus 1 T of olive oil
Fresh ground black pepper

1/2 cup toasted pumpkin seeds
6 strips of bacon, fried until crisp and chopped
*Chili oil

Heat the oven to 400F. Spread cubed squash onto a sheet pan (lined with foil for easy cleanup, if you like). Drizzle the squash with olive oil, sprinkle with kosher salt and fresh ground black pepper. Toss it around to coat the pieces evenly with the oil and then roast for about 30 minutes. At around 15 minutes, give the squash a stir to keep one side from getting too dark. At around 20 minutes, feel free to poke your squash with a fork to see how tender it is. If it’s soft and caramelized, take it out. You can either use the squash right away, or, if planning ahead, simply let cool off and store in a container in the fridge until you want to make your soup.

Add about a tablespoon of olive oil to a large pot and heat over medium. Add the onions and saute until soft and translucent. Add the stock and give the pot a stir. Bring the liquid up to a boil then turn the temp down to medium-low so that it remains at a steady simmer. Add the cooked squash, cinnamon, turmeric, oregano, a good pinch of salt and fresh ground pepper. Stir and cover, letting simmer for about 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Remove the pot from the heat. Add the soup to a blender and pulse until smooth. Return to the pot. At this point you can either stir in the cream or leave it out for a more low-fat dish. It’s great either way.

Dish soup into bowls. Spoon about a tablespoon of bacon into the center of the bowl. Sprinkle on some pepitas and drizzle the top with a little chili oil.

Eat up and say a prayer of thanks that winter is finally over. It will only get sunny from here on out, right? RIGHT?!**

*I made my chili oil by infusing olive oil with dried chili flakes. You can either buy an infuser or simply combine a spoonful of chili flakes and some olive oil in a mason jar and let it steep for a about a week before using. It keeps for a very long time.

** Along with this being the last bowl of winter soup that I make until the next season, I promise this will also be the last time I passively complain about the weather.

Po’ Me Po’ Boys

This last bout of chilly weather got me feeling quite restless. While I accept my fate as a northwesterner, obliged to walk the drizzly streets in sandals and a raincoat, willing the weather to be warmer and drier, knowing full well that it won’t comply until it darn well feels like it, I can’t help but let my mind wander to places not-quite-here.

On a particularly cold, drizzly “poor me”-inducing sort of evening, I resolved that the only immediate cure to the gray day blues would be to bring a little bit of the south into my home. I’ve never made a New Orleans Po’ Boy in my life, nor am I experienced in the arts of the deep fry, but desperation sent me scanning my brain for something with a little spice. Po’ boys popped into my head as I already had the basics: Shrimp and a good baguette. I reviewed a few recipes and saw that the whole concept of the po’ boy is ingeniously no fuss, really – Meat, bread, mayonnaise or a remoulade. I took some tips from Bon Appétit on frying my shrimp and went from there. Traditionally the shrimp might be a bit larger but I happened to have some smaller “baby” shrimp in my freezer. I thawed and drained those well. I also wanted some heat, so instead of just dousing the sandwich in hot sauce I decided to make a spicy cabbage Sriracha slaw instead. The crunch from the hot fried shrimp and the cold creaminess of the slaw made for a euphoric finger-licking experience. Po’ boys are a little messy. I’ll just warn you in advance.


Shrimp Po’Boys with Spicy Sriracha Slaw

Fried Shrimp
2 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
1 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
Vegetable oil for frying
1 1/2 pounds small shrimp, pre-cleaned/peeled.
1 cup buttermilk
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup cornmeal

Sriracha Slaw
1/2 head of green cabbage, finely shredded.
1 cup mayonnaise
2 Tablespoons Sriracha
1 Tablespoon cider vinegar
Fresh ground pepper

1 Baguette, split, cut into 4 pieces.
1 Tomato, cut in half then sliced

Whisk first 8 ingredients in a small bowl to blend and set aside. Add about 2” oil to heavy bottomed pot (dutch ovens work well). Heat oil over medium heat to 350°. A deep fry thermometer would be best, but I just estimated the temp by using a regular meat thermometer as well as the sizzle factor of the oil when I dropped in a piece of shrimp.

While the oil is heating up, place shrimp and 2 Tbsp. spice mix in a medium bowl and toss to coat. Pour buttermilk into another medium bowl. Whisk flour and cornmeal in another medium bowl.

Dip seasoned shrimp briefly in buttermilk, then coat with flour mixture. Working in batches, fry shrimp, stirring occasionally, until golden brown and just cooked through, about 4 minutes per batch. Transfer to paper towels to drain.

In another bowl whisk together the mayonnaise, Sriracha, vinegar and salt/pepper, then add the shredded cabbage and incorporate well.

Open the baguette and line one side with tomato slices. Add a line of slaw on the other and fill the center of the sandwich with shrimp. Be generous! More is better when it comes to fried shrimp and po’boys. May this sandwich whisk you away to someplace hot like it did for me.


I just wanted to share a bit of loveliness from the weather up here in the PNW. Last Sunday I spent half the day ducking in and out of the rain, running errands here and there around town. It had been snowing off and on in the morning, but by the afternoon it was just wet wet wet. It felt like it had warmed up a bit and the rain kept coming, but by the time I got back home I saw that the temperature was actually reading below freezing. I thought, “Nah, couldn’t be, not with all this rain.” But once I stepped outside my car I realized it was true. The driveway was quite literally an ice rink, and every bit of greenery looked as if it had been dipped in glass. After dropping the groceries off in the kitchen I couldn’t resist heading right back outside to snap a few shots with my phone (excuse the poor quality). My hands were numb from the cold, and I almost fell on my bum twice as I shuffled around the driveway in my wedges; but it was worth it. I honestly hadn’t seen ice like this before! It was so beautiful to me I had to share it with you too.

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It just reminds me that even in the bleak chill-you-to-the-bone rain there is beauty to be seen.

Saturday Breakfast – Sweet Potato Apple Hash

I realize it’s not Saturday, but I just couldn’t wait any longer to post this. Gabe and I don’t always get to spend a lot of time together between work and other weekly activities, so when we finally get a day off at the same time we try to make it count. One of our favorite things to do after rolling out of bed at a reasonably late hour (is 7AM reasonably late?) and brewing some french press (we save the fancy coffee for the weekend) is make breakfast together. I’ve done eggs benny, biscuits and gravy and crepes, but our hands-downs favorite go-to dish for quick and painless deliciousness is this sweet potato and apple hash. We really don’t seem to tire of it. Now, I realize I’ve said that I’m not a big breakfast person, but when it comes to this hash my appetite immediately perks up. I’m not going to tell some fancy pants story about this recipe. I’m only going to say that you should make this for breakfast asap, preferably this Saturday.

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Did I mention that there is also bacon in it? Because there is.

Sweet Potato and Apple Hash

6 strips of thick cut applewood smoked bacon
2 large sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into 1/2″ chunks
1 crisp apple, peeled and cut into 1/2″ chunks
1/2 yellow onion, diced
Fresh thyme, chopped
1 T of bacon fat (reserved from bacon)
1 T of butter
Salt/Pepper to taste

Cook all six slices of bacon in a large skillet until browned and the edges crisp. Move the bacon to a paper towel to drain. Eat one slice immediately then reserve the remaining five pieces for the actual dish. Pour your bacon grease into an old mug and save it in your fridge. Contrary to popular belief, not all fats are bad for you and bacon fat is oh so good for frying potatoes.

While the bacon is cooking, bring a pot of water to boil. Add the potatoes to the water and cook until a fork can just pierce the flesh. You don’t want to fully cook them as they will finish cooking in a pan. Drain your potatoes and set aside.

Return the pan that you used for the bacon back to the stove and turn the burner to medium heat. Add your butter. Once melted, scrape up any remaining crispy bits on the bottom of the pan then add your onions. Cook until just translucent. Add the apples. Once the apples begin to soften and the onions begin to caramelize, add about a tablespoon of bacon fat back to the pan and stir to melt. Turn the heat on your pan up to med-high. Add the potatoes, incorporating into the mix and cook until they become fully tender and start to brown on the edges. While that is browning, chop your bacon and add back to the pan. Stir in your thyme. Add a good pinch of salt and some fresh ground pepper. Be sure to taste it often to make sure it’s not poison.

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Excuse my language for a moment, but you would be a feather head if you didn’t serve this hash with a poached or over easy egg on top. When you cut into the egg for that first bite, the yolk pours out and becomes a silky sauce that coats each potato, which is oh so divine. You may or may not want to add a little dash of hot sauce to this as well. It’s good either way. Enjoy!

The Country, Llamas, Moving Boxes

Oh boy. It’s been a while since I’ve been back here, hasn’t it. You put your “pen and paper” down for one day and all of a sudden you’re standing in a new place three weeks from yesterday. Here, let me just blow off my keys and wipe the dust from my screen and…there that’s better. It’s like I never left.


In all honesty there has been quite a bit happening these last few weeks. Trips to see family and friends, illnesses, and the biggest change of all, MOVING! Yes, my husband and I moved. We moved so far away from where we were, so far that it took days of driving and boat ride and a moving company and and and…I’m lying actually. We settled into a place only 20 minutes from our old residence. With the help of some wonderful friends, we were able to move everything in about one day. While moving just up north a bit may not seem like that big of deal, it is a world of a difference to us. Not only is it a physical change, a new town and a bigger home, but it has also been an enormous mental and emotional switch.


Gabe and I had lived in this last apartment since we got married. It was our first place together. It was tiny and it was perfect. We bought our first piece of furniture together there. We had fights there. Shed tears there. That was were we rolled on the living room floor, holding our sides and struggling for air from laughing so hard. There is much that I will miss about our first home: The coziness, the price (hello debt payoff), the large bright windows, the enormous kitchen (for an apartment), the backyard that turned into a lake whenever it rained for a few days, being able to memorize the angles of every room so well that I could navigate in the dark like a bat in a cave. I will also miss forgetting that it’s a small space and that the bed frame is right there and stubbing my toe so hard I proceed to cry like a little girl. Okay, maybe not that last one.


One of the things that I will perhaps miss the most is the scenery. This was my first time living in the “country” as opposed to the “city.” (I use quotations only because we were all but 5 minutes from town. However, it felt as remote and peaceful as a true country dwelling.) Wildlife would wander into the yard and prance about as if in some sort of Disney cartoon. On misty mornings the horses across the road would be neighing and pawing at the ground. There was also this guy (girl?), pictured below. If it had been a particularly rough day for me, I would throw on my tennis shoes and walk down the road to visit my fuzzy friend. He never failed to cheer me up. I mean, how can you not smile when looking at a llama face like this.

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On top of all of that, I was even more so blessed to be witness to sunsets so beautiful I couldn’t help but stop whatever I was doing to stand and stare in awe.

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Yet, here I am, writing from the dining room (an actual dining room!) of a new apartment. There is not a doubt in my mind that my new home will soon be filled with all manner of beautiful memories. Lord willing, we will not have to move from here for a long time. Moving is exciting and very very tiring. It can be bitter, yes, but it is almost always overshadowed by the pure sweetness of doing something new, of changing things up and being in a completely different location than I was before. I mean, I practically feel like I am on vacation right now and just living in a hotel temporarily, only there are boxes everywhere, I have to go to work in the morning, and there are already a few dishes in the sink. Such is life. I know there will be more fights and more tears in this new space, but there will be even more laughter and an even deeper love between me and my husband than before. There will be houseguests and parties, messes to clean and mail to read. And I truly cannot wait to soak up each and every minute of it.