Do you know what time it is? I said, Do you know what time it is? I can’t hear you….
That’s right: it’s What I Ate Wednesday, which means time for another exciting, earth shattering, jaw dropping edition of what I are Wednesday, or truly what I stuffed in my pie hole on Sunday. Mmmm pie….
“Why Sunday?,” you ask. To which I cleverly respond, “It was the only day I took pictures, but it was a good day, to be sure.” Plus, I kind of lost track of set meal times, and I definitely tossed traditional meal plans out the window and ultimately ate all day long. It’s safe to say, after a brief spell, my appetite is back.
Before we get to the food, let’s take a moment to recognize Ms. Jenn over at Peas and Crayons for sponsoring our crazy food parties, even when she’s been struck with the plague. I dedicate my Sunday eats to you and your health and hope it returns pronto. Not that I believe dedicating my eats will make you healthier faster; I think I just watched too much of the Golden Globes on Sunday. Besides, it’s the thought that counts, so make sure to head over to her blog and share some happy and healthy vibes. Maybe all of our combined mental mojo will bring her back to good health or maybe I’m starting to lose my mind. Oh, who am I kidding? It went a long time ago.
Onto the food….or my sleeping habits, because that makes sense (see lost mind note above).
I rolled out of bed at the obscene hour of 10 a.m. Sunday morning (being just a smidge under the weather, I needed to catch up on my beauty sleep). In an effort to pump my body full of nutrients, I decided to make carrot juice because I’ve seen it before (it was all the rage), and needless to say, I was intrigued. Plus I’m sure most logical and rationale minds, upon being awoken from their slumber, immediately think carrot juice; what a great way to start the day. No…just me? Hmm.
Truth time, it was good, it was sweet, but it was also a shitton of work (Urban Dictionary defines shitton as larger than a crapton, but less than a holyfuckton). I thought it was going to be easy. When, oh when, will I learn Hubris?
I thought I would stick everything in my blender, throw it on the “juice” setting and away we go. Well at least after I’ve taken a mess of photos.
The first few steps held true to form, but it was the final step, which caught me off guard. After blending this holy grail of nutrients, you need to strain it, which came as a total surprise (obviously) to me. Maybe you folks with your fancy juicers don’t experience this or already knew about the carrot juice/pulp phenomenon, but us neanderthals rocking our blenders do. Or at least this Neanderthal does.
I’m not sure I’d do it again. I like my juice like my men, easy, and this was far from easy.
After such intense labor for, what turned out to be, one small Ball (wink, wink) glass of carrot juice, I was hungry, so I roasted some fingerling potatoes, fried up two eggs and slathered some Tuscan Herb bread with butter.
Yolk porn; now that’s what I’m talking about.
Truly, I expected this meal to stick with me, or at least my ribs, for longer than a hot minute, but I was hungry again a short time later, so I ate half a pineapple. Not a couple of bites, but actually half a pineapple, and I probably would have eaten the whole thing if I hadn’t already consumed the first half on Saturday.
Again, a short time later, I realized I was not completely satisfied so I whipped up a batch of Baked Sweet Potato Chips. My first time ever and while the taste was delicious, the texture’s not one hundred percent yet. Not to be deterred by texture (although I certainly have been in the past), I ate them all anyway.
Followed an hour or so later by a homemade soup using both of my Acorn Squashes (take that CSA), some apples, a bottle of hard apple cider (why not), and the leftover carrot pulp because what the heck else am I supposed to do with carrot pulp. (Sorry Hubby, I didn’t tell you about the carrot pulp, although it didn’t stop you from eating three bowls.) I tossed some shredded Asiago cheese on top because who can say no to Asiago…certainly not me.
Apparently the little cheese shreds only whetted my appetite because I ended up going back for more…cheese, that is. I also added a couple of other kinds of cheese (think Cheddar and Jalapeno) and some crackers and made it a platter. I’d like to tell you I shared this with the Hubby, and I probably should have, but I didn’t. I ate the entire plate myself, and I feel no remorse. I heart cheese, and since it does weird things to your brain chemistry (euphoria anyone), it’s easy to see why. Healthy? Not-physically, but it definitely scores on the mental health chart, and we all know I could use a good dose of mental health.
Then before the night was over, I went old school on my own ass and decided to devour apple slices smothered in peanut butter. It’s been years since I’ve eaten this little treat. Well no more! I’m taking those years back.
I’m making up for lost time, and I’m putting down this bad boy like it’s going out of style. I even brought several apples, a jar of peanut butter and a paring knife to work (imagine what MacGyver could do with that), so I can eat it there too.
What have you been eating lately? Have you ever made carrot juice before? If so, what the heck did you do with the strained remains?