I'm writing this with the smell of broiled salmon and baked acorn squash hanging in the air. That's what I made for Tresa and the kids' dinner. Sigh. There was plenty left over, so we decided to have my parents over next weekend for dinner. I get to suffer all over again. I will save myself a piece and freeze it to have after my eight weeks are up.
For me, breakfast this morning was some leftover Mean Green from yesterday and freshly juiced OJ with a little pineapple and mango thrown in. For the kids, I made a frittata of sorts. Fried diced new potatoes, diced onions and green peppers, crumbled bacon and whisked up eggs. It's one of my favorite things to have for breakfast, so it was hard to resist. I know, I know....between breakfast and the salmon, it's a wonder I'm sticking to this fast at all. But in a way it serves to steel my resolve when I can look at the foods that I used to indulge in, and turn away.
I had second breakfast around 11, on our way to Hunter Farms. More Mean Green, but for this batch I kicked it up a notch with some Jalapeno. It was a hot one too. I felt it going down with every gulp. Hot enough that the juice from the pepper got on my hands as I was cleaning it and I can still feel the burning between my fingers. Word to the wise: juice peppers with care.
Hunter Farms was a lot of fun. The kids enjoyed the straw maze and the covered wagon ride out to the pumpkin patch. They picked out some small pumpkins that we'll paint later this month. The produce stand had 2/$1 cucumbers. Guess who picked out 10 of their best? Tresa also grabbed a jar of their homemade blackberry jam. I hope there's some left for me when I'm ready to eat it. My mom bakes bread about once a week. If I'm lucky, she makes me a loaf or a pan of dinner rolls. Let me tell you, there are few things on God's earth tastier than fresh bread, butter, and homemade jam.
Tresa bought the kids carmel apple ciders from Starbucks on our way to the farm today. That got me thinking: I could pare and core a bunch of apples, run them through my juicer, save the juice for making spiced cider and use the apple pulp for making applesauce. I doubt the kids have ever had homemade applesauce. My grandmother used to make it quite often from the apples that grew on my grandparent's property. I miss those fruit trees. I grew up pressing and bottling cider every fall. Kids these days rarely get to see that.
I spent about half an hour cleaning and bagging the four huge bunches of celery that have been taking up room in my fridge. That way Tresa also can snack on a couple of stalks when she's craving something to chew. Her new diet is just as restrictive as juicing, but in different ways. I should really prep all of my veggies this way. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow when I have some free time. I need the space in my fridge.
I get to play Mr. Mom tomorrow for a day. Tresa has to work, but Uncle Sam saw to it that I have the day off. The kids want oatmeal for breakfast. OK. I can handle that. I like oatmeal, but it not high on most people's list of cravings. Amiright? I already have the ingredients for a batch of Mean Green prepped and bagged, ready to go. I'll be set for the day. I'm also gonna stabilize her treadmill so that we can start walking on it. There's nothing wrong with the 'mill itself, it's just rocking back and forth because of the uneven ground. Now that my ankle is feeling better, I'm going to start walking again. I'm going to make my goal one way or another.
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