Today's breakfast was a significant discovery of flavor:
Frosted, dark dark green collards from the garden with yellow yeast. wow. Followed by a nice organic carrot. Hit thee spot.
This past year, I have regularly enjoyed and hungered for brown yeast on romaine. Had no idea about yellow yeast on collards.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Food is Fuel, Not Entertainment
This statement is incomplete.
The main premise of my blog is that simple, whole foods are far more enjoyable.
The main premise of my blog is that simple, whole foods are far more enjoyable.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
See Blog Title for Post Title
Bowl of milk and grain and whole frozen cranberries with hazel nuts crackin' on the side.
Grain: one part barley, twice that of spelt and twice all of that of millet, soaked in water about an hour and then left to sprout however long (but refridgerated after the first day) it takes to eat the stuff gone.
I will also mention the wow of cranberries in the juice with and without (2 very different and very wonderful effects) apple. But you have to play around with the amounts and get it right, or it's just pretty good. Which doesn't qualify for the "you ain't lived" category.
The breakfast in the first paragraph did qualify. In fact, it hit the spot.
Grain: one part barley, twice that of spelt and twice all of that of millet, soaked in water about an hour and then left to sprout however long (but refridgerated after the first day) it takes to eat the stuff gone.
I will also mention the wow of cranberries in the juice with and without (2 very different and very wonderful effects) apple. But you have to play around with the amounts and get it right, or it's just pretty good. Which doesn't qualify for the "you ain't lived" category.
The breakfast in the first paragraph did qualify. In fact, it hit the spot.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
No Duh
I have been just eating whatever I feel like and that has not included much juice or fresh vegetables. I have been using a lot of insulin and not exercising at all. Just working and looking for work. I used nearly a whole insulin vial since the first of October.
This morning I prayed the Lord to help me get it together again.
I didn't feel like eating until about 7 pm and then I really felt like it. But I had to go help my wife and I just had an orange and got back to start breakfast at 8:30 pm. And guess what, I was hungry for Juice!
I got back and had carrot/wheatgrass/sukosh broccoli/half a mac juice with unsprouted sunflower seeds. I then had some roasted peanuts and milk and then some mozzarella cheese and a couple of cranberries. No shot. I gotta say wow, there are recipes of putting things together that go together okay, and taste great, but then some things combine to produce a truly unique and savory flavor that really strike a chord. Kind of like how Lennon/McCartney could produce melody after melody that were special, that really struck a chord, compared to John Tesh, whose thing was to compose music, and it was fine and he was good, but...... So my secret recipe for banana shake is one, and the way a mac apple makes the wheatgrass juice foam is another. Even my kids love it. So that's it folks: carrots, wheatgrass and an apple. If you don't feel confident experimenting with the amounts, just comment and I'll ask my wife and write it. I have a twin gear juicer. It will not stain or build up residue or scum if you put the carrots through first, grass second, a little bit of broccoli third (that's what really cleans the grass juice), and apple last - if you include an apple. I don't always.
Then the kids and I held a dance.
After the dance, I measured my sugar at 230 and took 3 units. It all felt really good compared to how I have been. Who knows, maybe I'll get back on and feel good again and be free.
No duh what? No duh this: D A N C I N G . And come to think of it, singing too. But you know? Dancing is a major factor in what this blog is about: healing. Don't know why I never yet mentioned it - or did I?
This morning I prayed the Lord to help me get it together again.
I didn't feel like eating until about 7 pm and then I really felt like it. But I had to go help my wife and I just had an orange and got back to start breakfast at 8:30 pm. And guess what, I was hungry for Juice!
I got back and had carrot/wheatgrass/sukosh broccoli/half a mac juice with unsprouted sunflower seeds. I then had some roasted peanuts and milk and then some mozzarella cheese and a couple of cranberries. No shot. I gotta say wow, there are recipes of putting things together that go together okay, and taste great, but then some things combine to produce a truly unique and savory flavor that really strike a chord. Kind of like how Lennon/McCartney could produce melody after melody that were special, that really struck a chord, compared to John Tesh, whose thing was to compose music, and it was fine and he was good, but...... So my secret recipe for banana shake is one, and the way a mac apple makes the wheatgrass juice foam is another. Even my kids love it. So that's it folks: carrots, wheatgrass and an apple. If you don't feel confident experimenting with the amounts, just comment and I'll ask my wife and write it. I have a twin gear juicer. It will not stain or build up residue or scum if you put the carrots through first, grass second, a little bit of broccoli third (that's what really cleans the grass juice), and apple last - if you include an apple. I don't always.
Then the kids and I held a dance.
After the dance, I measured my sugar at 230 and took 3 units. It all felt really good compared to how I have been. Who knows, maybe I'll get back on and feel good again and be free.
No duh what? No duh this: D A N C I N G . And come to think of it, singing too. But you know? Dancing is a major factor in what this blog is about: healing. Don't know why I never yet mentioned it - or did I?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A Way to Stop
That was such killer soup. Barley (and I don't mean pearled) in soup is wut ah luv. I kept adding to the pot every day - but nothing different from what was already in there, other than the mackerel that I sometimes added to my bowl.
This may be obvious to most, but here it is for completeness: A way to stop eating when you've had enough at a meal is to pause temporarily, and then when your appetite has settled down and started to go to sleep (like after 5 or 10 minutes - say you go do something), you can make it permanent by telling your wife to go clean up what you left waiting.
This may be obvious to most, but here it is for completeness: A way to stop eating when you've had enough at a meal is to pause temporarily, and then when your appetite has settled down and started to go to sleep (like after 5 or 10 minutes - say you go do something), you can make it permanent by telling your wife to go clean up what you left waiting.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Current Insulin
I have been eating a lot since it got cold and using a lot of insulin - like 6 units per meal, 4 meals per day. Give or take.
The last couple of days, my feet have felt like two rotten tomatoes with bone structures inside.
All yesterday, working outside, my whole body was just buzzing and burning - I can't describe the sugar feeling. It is hard to tell the sugar feeling sometimes, from the insulin feeling. I finally went in and checked my sugar. It was 89. So it was the too much insulin feeling.
My sugar was 89 and I had shoes on, yet I was walking like I was barefoot on gravel on the pavement.
I have been breaking all my rules, such as eating late and eating whatever. In fact, one day I had store bread and butter, and I followed that with a dozen chocolate chip cookies.
But last night, I finally did it right: after a bowl and a half of my killer soup at about 6:00 pm, I napped and relaxed and after I got up, ate no more (the soup had been sooooo good and so satisfying). Man, I was doing burpees and wrestling the dog and doing tricks without exhaustion, weakness, tentative joints, and my feet felt better already! Equal to my discouragement that I may not be able to do this after all (in the Winter at least) and the seeming impossibility of it, was my astonishment at my energy and ability to crouch in a wrestling stance without my knees complaining, and go hopping after the dog with my fingers reaching the floor! -All without getting out of breath!
I'm sure the flu and the cold that immediately followed had something to do with this down time too.
Sometimes in my life I have really felt the importance of plenty of sleep. I must do all I can to get plenty of sleep, I am realizing again.
The last couple of days, my feet have felt like two rotten tomatoes with bone structures inside.
All yesterday, working outside, my whole body was just buzzing and burning - I can't describe the sugar feeling. It is hard to tell the sugar feeling sometimes, from the insulin feeling. I finally went in and checked my sugar. It was 89. So it was the too much insulin feeling.
My sugar was 89 and I had shoes on, yet I was walking like I was barefoot on gravel on the pavement.
I have been breaking all my rules, such as eating late and eating whatever. In fact, one day I had store bread and butter, and I followed that with a dozen chocolate chip cookies.
But last night, I finally did it right: after a bowl and a half of my killer soup at about 6:00 pm, I napped and relaxed and after I got up, ate no more (the soup had been sooooo good and so satisfying). Man, I was doing burpees and wrestling the dog and doing tricks without exhaustion, weakness, tentative joints, and my feet felt better already! Equal to my discouragement that I may not be able to do this after all (in the Winter at least) and the seeming impossibility of it, was my astonishment at my energy and ability to crouch in a wrestling stance without my knees complaining, and go hopping after the dog with my fingers reaching the floor! -All without getting out of breath!
I'm sure the flu and the cold that immediately followed had something to do with this down time too.
Sometimes in my life I have really felt the importance of plenty of sleep. I must do all I can to get plenty of sleep, I am realizing again.
Collard Soup
I had been hungry for hot soup these cold days and I had no meat to speak of, so I thought I would try making fish soup.
I made a huge pot with the following:
about 30-50 collard leaves from the garden (the tight bundle being about the size of a large cantelope or two, or enough to fill a big salad bowl after being chopped up)
2 banana peppers from the garden
3 small onions, one from the garden
3 potatoes (make sure you don't peel them)
handful of iceberg lettuce
small amount of barley
about a cup of millet
soba (buckwheat) noodles
Then I was going to add a can of tuna, but after tasting what I had thus far, it was so substantial and tasty, I never did add fish. It was killer.
I made a huge pot with the following:
about 30-50 collard leaves from the garden (the tight bundle being about the size of a large cantelope or two, or enough to fill a big salad bowl after being chopped up)
2 banana peppers from the garden
3 small onions, one from the garden
3 potatoes (make sure you don't peel them)
handful of iceberg lettuce
small amount of barley
about a cup of millet
soba (buckwheat) noodles
Then I was going to add a can of tuna, but after tasting what I had thus far, it was so substantial and tasty, I never did add fish. It was killer.
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