Breakfast: Smoothie – 1 c. spinach, 1 banana, 6 strawberries, 1 c. frozen fruit, 1 c. pineapple
Afternoon: 1 tbsp pumpkin seeds; 1 piece of raw chocolate
Supper: 1 piece of arctic char gravlax, 1 tsp. diced onion; Smoothie – 2 frozen bananas; 1/8 c. cucumber
I’m going to keep the update relatively short today because I have a treat for all of you who have been following along with me. So let’s get down to business. I had a productive day doing half a winter’s worth of recycling and felt pretty good most of the day. Today, I also finally really understood all of those Snickers commercials. You know the ones: You’re not you when you’re hungry. Well, I was pretty hungry having missed lunch and got fairly short-tempered until I finally put some goodness in my belly at supper-time and got back to normal. And now…
You’ve been hearing about my adventure into raw food, but now I want to take a step back and give you the perspective of someone who just dipped their toes in for 1 meal. Below you’ll find my dining companion’s account making that scrumptious meal I had yesterday:
“It began shrouded in fear and uncertainty.
Considering the amount of pleasure I get from eating a good meal, and that V-Day is one of those dipped-in-chocolate holidays, I couldn’t be sure how this year’s day of romance would add up.
While I began referring to my Valentine fondly as ‘my raw Valentine,’ I was doubtful the day would be as cute as that little catch-phrase sounded.
I googled ‘raw food suppers’ in preparation; as much as I dislike adhering to recipes, my creative thinking in the realm of raw food is made up of single words and whole fruits – banana, apple, mango.
I discovered ‘raw food extravaganza pizza.’ Perfect. My valentine’s favourite food as a raw foodie is sun-dried tomatoes, and an entire layer of the four-layer endeavour was sun-dried tomatoes.
It took about an hour-and-a-half, with about a third of that time dedicated to washing and re-washing the food processor, which I have an entirely new level of respect for. What was once essentially a tool for quick garlic crushing, became the Little Loud Machine of Wonder – I watched in awe as it transformed cashews and lemon juice into ‘cheese,’ cashews and basil and salt into a malleable ‘crust’ and pulverized sun-dried tomatoes and raw honey into a sauce that rivals its cooked counterparts.
With each layer spooned onto the next, I felt a little more pride, but the ultimate reward was when I put our plates onto the table and my raw Valentine’s face lit up with happiness.
After eating it, I understood what my valentine keeps referring to as, ‘full, but not full.’
‘Do I need another supper?’ I asked myselt afterwards. I didn’t… for two and a half hours.”
A big thanks to my dining companion for recounting the experience for you all here on Exit Sideways and, of course, another big thank you for the delicious meal I got to scarf down in ecstasy.