Mind Over Mushroom Challenge, Day 2: Unmerciful Pain

If you ever get to thinking you got something, no problem, you can be sure whoever is pulling the puppet strings of the universe will cackle an evil laugh and send you running in the deep, dark night for the toilet.

In devising this challenge I knew the gag-reflex would be invoked. I knew there was a good chance for some up-chuck action. I knew I would feel ill.

I did not know it would happen on Day One.

In fact, I decidedly declared Day One to be a give-me day. A no-problem day. A day that I would, in fact, enjoy my mushroom meal. And I did. I enjoyed it so completely I never thought it would take me out like it did. My stomach started hurting in the middle of the night and by 6 am, I was laying on the couch with half glazed eyes and a puke bucket at the ready. My insides churning and burning and seeming to squeeze the ever-loving piss out of me, I heaved and gagged willing the pain to stop.

So, yes.Food Poisoning

I poisoned myself. I did it with mushrooms. And I did it on Day One of the challenge.

I knew morels were slightly toxic. But I also spent an entire summer eating them without any illness whatsoever. I knew how to cook them, I knew my body could handle them – and yet, somehow, none of that seemed to matter. I guess the universe is telling me that I shalt not receive reprieve at any point during this challenge. It’s gotta hurt to really mean something, right? Yeah, right.

I drug my butt to work all queasy and unhappy in my stomach area and by the time evening rolled around I was better, but not fine. That doesn’t mean anything though, because it’s Day Two of the challenge and I must forge ahead despite the worst start to any challenge ever. Yeah – that’s a grande statement, but that’s how I feel today.

Today is supposed to be another easier day on the mushroom foray, but I won’t actually say that it is because, well, once bit, twice shy: I learn my lessons incredibly fast. Today’s mushrooms came riding in on a cheesy, saucy, bacon and pepperoni covered slab of dough. That’s right. A Canadian pizza. I ate all the mushrooms on my slices, I just had to chew a little slower than usual and focus a little harder to get the job done. But there was no gag-reflex! I’m not arrogant enough to say that I’m making progress because I know all those other ingredients made all the difference and there aren’t that many mushrooms on a pizza, but I will say today wasn’t a failure… so far. We’ll see what the night brings.

Today’s Fungus Feast:
Canadian Pizza (Take-Out) – Cheese, bacon, pepperoni, mushrooms, sauce, dough

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…