Raw Day 27: The Triumphs and Failures of Valentine’s Day

Breakfast: Smoothie – 1.5 c. spinach, 7 strawberries, 1 banana, 1 c. frozen fruit, 1.5 c. pineapple

Early Afternoon: 3 pieces of raw chocolate

Late Afternoon: 3 pieces of raw chocolate; 1 cucumber

Supper: PIZZA! – cashew and basil crust, sun-dried tomato and raw honey sauce, cashew cheese, and diced red pepper, cilantro, yellow tomatoes, black olives, and red onion in a marinade of olive oil, lemon juice and honey; 1 glass of wine; 1 chocolate

You might think Valentine’s Day is about love, but you would be wrong. It’s about the chocolate. Think about it. It doesn’t matter if you’ve got a sweetie to hold tight, you’re rockin’ a solo v-day or you’re gathering up your friends to have an anti-valentine’s day – you’re going to be downing some chocolate. The stores all seem to have aisles spilling with boxes upon boxes of chocolates and after you walk past a few, you’ll eventually reach out and grab a heart-shaped box full of your favourite cocoa-infused treats not necessarily because you care about it being February 14th, but because you simply want chocolate.

Now, just because I’m eating raw that didn’t mean I would miss out on the chocolate. Nope. I was given the gift of homemade raw chocolate made with coconut oil, raw cacao powder, and maple syrup.

It made me weak in the knees.

Earlier in the day, I decided to treat my dining companion to breakfast in bed. So I was hunkered down over the stove flipping eggs, stirring hash browns, slicing cheese, and toasting bread. It was a bit agonizing to say the least. As the cheese started to melt and the hash browns started to crisp up in a pool of melted butter I very nearly drooled over the whole endeavor. I did, however, stick to my guns, but the rest of the day was spent with some serious cooked food cravings and I’m ready for the end of the Raw Thirty.

(Later) I have to retract that last sentence as I wrote it before supper. My dining companion hit the kitchen hard, whipping up a whole whack of amazing for supper. Yesiree, that “pizza” was incredibly fresh-tasting, had the perfect mix of ingredients and I was flabbergasted that it was all done for me. I certainly felt special, but let me be a little honest and put this into perspective for you: I didn’t mention something earlier about breakfast. You see, I didn’t notice, but the bread happened to have, well, mold. Just a little. That my dining companion ate. For Valentine’s Day.

So. I got an amazingly fresh and delicious raw pizza while my dining companion got mold. Happy Valentine’s Day to all…