<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210</id><updated>2024-09-25T16:56:57.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not quite paleo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-6617978505936543083</id><published>2010-08-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:13:36.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin&#39; on over...</title><content type='html'>to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.superpaleokids.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;superpaleokids&lt;/a&gt;, b/c apparently I was not the first to think of &quot;not quite paleo&quot; and I feel kind of stupid using the same title as a guy who has been writing about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.notquitepaleo.com/&quot;&gt;his own&lt;/a&gt; paleo eating for several months longer than than I have. I find I am more specifically focused on the kid&#39;s nutrition anyway, so this should work out.&lt;br /&gt;
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See you there!&lt;br /&gt;
--Rebekah</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/6617978505936543083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/08/movin-on-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/6617978505936543083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/6617978505936543083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/08/movin-on-over.html' title='Movin&#39; on over...'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-1025619513729289560</id><published>2010-07-24T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:39:15.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can make anything my Krispy Kreme</title><content type='html'>and that&#39;s not good.&amp;nbsp; :-/&lt;br /&gt;
I have been eating really &quot;clean&quot; lately, yet I&#39;ve been overeating and snacking and generally not doing too well with the whole fat loss regimen. Apparently I can make &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; my Krispy Kreme. Blueberries? Bingo. Sweet potato? Yup. Almonds? Yeah, but actually not unless I&#39;m eating with something like blueberries, so I guess that&#39;s only a sometimes binge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why does this have to suck so much? Oh yeah, right, because I spent the formative years of my metabolism fucking it up with highly refined carbs and lots of &#39;em.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I need to get back to basics and limit my diet to protein, fat, and very, very minimal fruit/veg. Or, perhaps even better, stick with non starchy veg that I don&#39;t like that much so I fill up on friggen green beans or spinach and avoid, y&#39;know, diving into that bag of terra chips.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/1025619513729289560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-make-anything-my-krispy-kreme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/1025619513729289560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/1025619513729289560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-make-anything-my-krispy-kreme.html' title='I can make anything my Krispy Kreme'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-3081089772675699322</id><published>2010-07-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T17:15:00.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lengua Tacos</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8n6BjUfOZR030La9e4LfyU1yK8I0g7saFAVi_cY_FJd4N092jQdbAcAfrkDflBTIxLxVAjFmOWKRvcvpu2I-mCimysfbpbx_k-zdTpdoL0SiqtFZMnI_o5c9fhFnDqS8G5dKnqHl0pjG/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8n6BjUfOZR030La9e4LfyU1yK8I0g7saFAVi_cY_FJd4N092jQdbAcAfrkDflBTIxLxVAjFmOWKRvcvpu2I-mCimysfbpbx_k-zdTpdoL0SiqtFZMnI_o5c9fhFnDqS8G5dKnqHl0pjG/s320/DSC_0010.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, ok, not actually &lt;i&gt;tacos&lt;/i&gt;, but the best taco &lt;i&gt;filling&lt;/i&gt; from the taco bus that we so love and cherish. We&#39;ve asked if they would just sell us the filling in a dish so we can still eat in the fabulous bus lot from time to time, but they wouldn&#39;t, so I set about figuring out how t make our own&amp;nbsp;tongue&amp;nbsp;recipe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I never tried cooking tongue before now, it was pretty daunting to be honest since I didn&#39;t grow up eating it and had no idea what it was supposed to be like other than the taco bus stuff. (plus it looks pretty gnarly just sitting there at the store...) So I got a general idea from various internet searches describing tradition &lt;i&gt;lengua&lt;/i&gt; recipes from Mexico and went from there. Most recipes suggest a crockpot but I prefer my enameled cast iron dutch oven and just threw in a chopped bell pepper, onion, garlic, cilantro, salt &amp;amp; pepper. Then set the whole raw tongue in with all of that and cover with water. Put it on the stove over high heat and get the water simmering, put lid on and let it sit over low-med heat to continue simmering while the oven preheats to 275 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mix the diced tongue with some chopped sweet onion, cilantro, and the juice of a lime. (You could cut the lime into quarters and toss that in as well) Add enough stock or bone broth to make the whole thing&amp;nbsp;fairly&amp;nbsp;moist but not watery. &amp;nbsp;I had some good chicken stock that had been boiled down earlier in the day to almost a syrup, but whatever stock you have would be ok here, the other seasoning will take&amp;nbsp;precedence. Taste to see if you need more salt or pepper, adjust if necessary, and voila!&lt;br /&gt;
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James and the kids did eat this with corn tortillas, but I love it just as a cold salad in a dish. If you want to serve it hot just heat the meat and stock together before adding the cilantro, lime and onion.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3081089772675699322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/lengua-tacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3081089772675699322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3081089772675699322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/lengua-tacos.html' title='Lengua Tacos'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8n6BjUfOZR030La9e4LfyU1yK8I0g7saFAVi_cY_FJd4N092jQdbAcAfrkDflBTIxLxVAjFmOWKRvcvpu2I-mCimysfbpbx_k-zdTpdoL0SiqtFZMnI_o5c9fhFnDqS8G5dKnqHl0pjG/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-3611858177113164004</id><published>2010-07-22T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:21:29.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnesium Bicarbonate Water</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve always had a bit a of trouble maintaining even minimal mineral levels, such that when I was a kid during the (very very hot) summers in southern Spain, I would habitually get to be in so much muscle pain that I would be relegated to a wheelchair or have to use a cane when my ankles inevitable gave out. Of course, nobody really knew what was causing this, but since it was always spurred by hot weather everyone assumed I just needed salt, and I was forced to drink cupfuls of horrible table salt infused tap water. I do continue to like and need salt on food (at least, I find it palatable at higher levels than the hubs, and felt less well overall when I cut it out on an experimental basis) so I keep it in our diet by using sea salt with most meals. I&#39;d like to give Redmond&#39;s Real Salt a try, but we have to finish our current container of sea salt first. I really feel like it is a bad direction the way everyone is jumping on the anti salt bandwagon, looks a lot like low-fat did a couple of decades ago... &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been wondering what other minerals I would do well to consume more of and in what quantities/ratios. Obviously calcium is important for pregnancy and nursing, which I have been doing for 5 years straight so far, and it is showing in my teeth. I eat canned whole sardines and oysters which have calcium, but maybe not enough? Calcium is not absorbed properly from many sources and it is crucial to have enough magnesium with it for it to be used in bones rather than scatter throughout the body haphazardly and leave deposits. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, since calcium and magnesium are the big ones I have the most immediate need of (as far as I know) I looked into supplements, but found that most magnesium tablets are not well absorbed and are pretty much a waste of money. There are some promising bone meal calcium pills that I might pick up, but they are a bit pricey, and quite frankly taking huge handfuls of supplements all the time gets old fast. The best bet for magnesium seems to be transdermal through magnesium oil for example, and also in water as magnesium bicarbonate which leads me (finally) to the main topic of this post.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have the philosophy in general of &quot;leave it alone&quot; and avoid dicking with or otherwise interfering with natural processes, but if I can engineer the situation/intake/etc to more closely approximate the natural conditions my body evolved to handle &lt;i&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; risking collateral damage I will go with it. For example, it is generally accepted that most people are pretty deficient in vitamin D, especially since heeding the advice to avoid sun exposure, etc. I feel very comfortable taking a much larger dose of vit. D than the label suggests b/c I am pretty sure it will help, and at least the amount I take will not harm me. (I&#39;m not talking super megadoses, just 5000 iu or so, if I were to go significantly higher I would get a blood test to double check that my levels indicated the need) Likewise with magnesium, it isn&#39;t going to hurt you, eg, if you take too much your body will excrete it and you will remember not to take so much again! However if you are deficient you can have all kinds of problems that could really make you miserable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the theory is that there were much higher mineral levels in the soil (and thus water) back in paleo days, and people swear by the healing properties of ancient mineral baths or springs with uber high levels, so why not just make your own? It&#39;s hella cheaper than buying cases of water from California or traveling to the Baltics every year. Plus, you can be really specific as to the concentration and variety of minerals in the water. (and taste, btw) I have been using the &quot;recipe&quot; from affibers.org (I guess they are a group dedicated to atrial fibrillation sufferers, a muscle spasm of sorts btw, often helped by correcting your magnesium levels!) which is:&lt;br /&gt;
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3 Tablespoons (45 ml) plain milk of magnesia, active ingredient should say magnesium hydroxide [Mg (OH)2] (I don&#39;t use Phillips brand but that is a standard that would work)&lt;br /&gt;
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1 liter plain seltzer water (cases from cash &#39;n carry are pretty affordable) get it cold by leaving in the fridge overnight&lt;br /&gt;
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open the seltzer w/out agitating, you want to keep as much fizz in as possible, and pour in the milk of magnesia. Close the bottle tightly and shake it up. let it sit fir a few minutes until the water looks clear and the sides may have caved in (no longer bubbly). If there is any residue at the bottom just shake it up again and let it sit, I&#39;ve never had any residue remain after 2 shake ups. Keep it in the fridge and dole it out into whatever containers you prefer to drink/carry water in. The 1 liter seltzer bottle of concentrated magnesium bicarbonate will dilute into 12 liters of drinking water. Or, you can do as I do and just keep a measuring cup near the fridge to pour 1/3 cup of the concentrate into an empty 1 liter water bottle and fill it up the rest of the way from the fridge filter. Repeat as necessary, and make a new bottle of concentrate when you run out.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really like the taste of our homemade mineral water, but if you don&#39;t you can add a squeeze of lemon (will alter the ph of the slightly basic water) or even try a minute bit of salt. (I&#39;m interested in trying the Redmond&#39;s as I mentioned, but also black lava salt sounds interesting) &lt;br /&gt;
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I have read that one way of checking if you need more magnesium is to check the ph of your urine, if it is 5 or lower you are in trouble, and theoretically drinking the magnesium bicarbonate water will lessen the acidity (which can cause calcium to leach from your bones, etc, etc...) and can be checked by subsequent urine tests. I&#39;m not really worried about the ph level quite frankly b/c if it was highly acidic I would expect it to be lessened by the mineral water, and if it wasn&#39;t whats the harm in drinking it anyway? I think that any step you take in changing your diet or lifestyle should be predicated by research and consideration, so even if you don&#39;t buy in to all the snake oil sounding claims of a certain supplement or diet, is it what you are physically able to process in a healthy way? I mean, maybe fish oil (for example) will turn out not to be the magic nutrient it appears to be, but even so, are you harming yourself by eating fish several times a week? (don&#39;t start on the mercury levels, they are negligible in stuff like sardines...) &lt;br /&gt;
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The greatest benefit I have found since starting the mineral water routine (well, if I&#39;m honest, &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; benefit, other than enjoying the taste) has been a bit surprising. Baby Ben has had some symptoms of reflux in the past and recently was having extremely acidic pee, but I was at a loss as to anything I could do about it. I&#39;ve already cut out all dairy and grains, almost all soy (save the small splash of soy sauce every few weeks to season pork) and legumes, most fruit, and I just don&#39;t eat much other than meat, fish, apples, blueberries and coconut, so what to do? This is exactly what happened with my older 2 at the same age as well, and I always figured it was something I was eating (it seemed to correlate with eating bell peppers with my middle child and tropical fruit with the oldest) and all I could do was comfort them&amp;nbsp; and change diapers quickly. I remember even getting burns on my nipples from breastfeeding through this with my middle child who seemed to have it the worst. Her breath smelled like vinegar it was so bad. The various pediatricians never had anything much to say, and I couldn&#39;t find anything else to try after massive food elimination. The older 2 grew out of it by age 1 or so, and it just seemed like a typical miserable few months of colic/teething/who knows why fussy baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, within hours of finishing a cup or two of the first batch, Ben was happy. No vinegar breath, the pee burns on his bottom cleared up the next day, and he&#39;s been great the past 2 weeks. Even the really very bad heat rash (or so we thought) under his neck fat (yes, he is adorably chubby...) disappeared. Keep in mind that it has been &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; hotter this week than it was when he had the razor burn looking rash, and I suspect it was the acid in his saliva that was soaking his chin and neck since he started teething. Mind you, he is still teething, so it&#39;s not all sunshine and rainbows over here, but the change was startling and remarkable. I wonder if my breastmilk was deficient in magnesium previously and that led him to have too low a ph of saliva and urine? I have even been feeling kind of shitty about my middle child breaking her elbow when she was just over a year old, if she had been getting optimally mineralized breastmilk would her bones have been stronger? I remind myself that all along I have been doing the best I knew how to, I didn&#39;t know what I didn&#39;t know about vitamin and mineral deficiencies a couple of years ago. This is going to be an ongoing process obviously.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3611858177113164004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/magnesium-bicarbonate-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3611858177113164004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3611858177113164004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/magnesium-bicarbonate-water.html' title='Magnesium Bicarbonate Water'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-2183517308488362899</id><published>2010-07-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:22:28.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilled Wild Salmon and Simple Scapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_akaDvl-tUJFF1cWAAggqwJg2a4qANTAIB7EClb7eTzIJp9vuca9Sp7aoZzWRo-YQDKavFi2r_awJDEcBjkpKiDVvVCUmDc13HEMBZJHOM4tkrS5r7OLJC208Tyc78YFU3WikUtC84Lsm/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_akaDvl-tUJFF1cWAAggqwJg2a4qANTAIB7EClb7eTzIJp9vuca9Sp7aoZzWRo-YQDKavFi2r_awJDEcBjkpKiDVvVCUmDc13HEMBZJHOM4tkrS5r7OLJC208Tyc78YFU3WikUtC84Lsm/s320/DSC_0015.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We found wild&amp;nbsp;sockeye&amp;nbsp;salmon on sale recently that was already filleted and boned. How&#39;s that for fast food? I&#39;ve had this fancy schmancy fish grilling accessory from Williams Sonoma for several years and never really used it, so I was &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; excited to finally give it a work out. (luckily I have another fillet in the fridge for tonight! We have done more fish on the grill in the past month than in the previous 5 years on the east coast, woot west coast living!) We had some limes but no lemons, and I must admit I was a bit wary of using them as I usually do lemons, but good lord they were awesome. Somwhow the &quot;lime-ness&quot; was just perfect to offset the briny saltiness of the skin. mmm. right, right, anyway, the whole proposition takes hardly any time at all and even less effort. Get the grill pre-heating, you want it roaring hot for this one. Lay the fillet skin side down in your fish &quot;cage&quot; if you have one, (if not I bet you would get good results from tying the herbs and citrus on with kitchen twine, or just marinade the fish and leave them off for the actual grilling) and squeeze a halved lime over it. Drizzle with olive oil as well. Then slice the lime into pieces and lay them along the top of the fish. Strategically fling a few sprigs of rosemary and dill in between the pieces of lime, and sprinkle sea salt and black pepper over the whole mess. Close the cage, flip, and get some olive oil, salt &amp;amp; pepper on the skin as well. (if the scales have not been removed, do it yourself, it&#39;s well worth it!) &lt;br /&gt;
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By now the grill should be plenty hot, just put the fish on, skin side down for a few minutes, flip it over when parts of the skin look crisp and browned. (it won&#39;t be uniform, but when a fair portion of the skin looks like this you can bet it will be damn good when it&#39;s done) I took it off when bits of the lime and herbs just barely began to char and the flesh came out to be perfectly done. I&#39;m not sure exactly how many minutes I left it on each side, but going by appearance and smell did the trick. I will double check tonight when we do the second fillet. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgZ_NNTycnNyk4VDSKEmSMdFFyTQmoYOXcBGHqtCI6rGZLOAawnaHk08p8LXoOehyphenhyphenHS7vLGIS4oKSzwszsgyxE8nVWXnsjKisJVz85qhlDmQBe_vganTtR1qrUucfMLHthXD_MOK_dsKg/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgZ_NNTycnNyk4VDSKEmSMdFFyTQmoYOXcBGHqtCI6rGZLOAawnaHk08p8LXoOehyphenhyphenHS7vLGIS4oKSzwszsgyxE8nVWXnsjKisJVz85qhlDmQBe_vganTtR1qrUucfMLHthXD_MOK_dsKg/s320/DSC_0023.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The skin was crackling good, the flesh was perfectly briny with hints of herb, and the lime had had the perfect acidity and flavor for enhancing the fish as well as the scapes. (I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; would have thought to squeeze a lime over warm scapes before last night, but I will in the future!) The scapes were the very last of the season, we won&#39;t be seeing more until next year sadly. I think I&#39;ve been holding on to them too long in the fridge as well in my futile attempt to make them last longer into the summer. Some of the tips had dried and yellowed, to the point where they were a bit tough even after cooking which was disappointing. Anyway, it is probably for the best that they are seasonal as I found myself overeating a bit and not digesting as well as one might hope. Though it may have been a but windy here, (you might think I had gotten into some &lt;i&gt;dairy&lt;/i&gt; or something!) it appears that none of what I have been eating bothers baby Ben! This is a huge breakthrough since it seems like so many things negatively affected him when I had a larger meal repertoire. He even had a record &quot;happy playing by himself&quot;&amp;nbsp; time this morning while I prepared an avocado and &quot;cereal&quot; (coconut milk with chopped almonds, macadamias &amp;amp; blueberries)&amp;nbsp; for Maggie &amp;amp; Sophia&#39;s breakfast. (Ben &quot;playing by himself&quot;=laying around cooing, gurgling, grabbing toes and so forth)&lt;br /&gt;
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Served w/leftover anchovy sauteed green beens, but I didn&#39;t feel like eating any. I ate a hot dog on the side, and the kids mostly ate hot dogs and green bean plus raw sliced peppers, but found they really really like the pork as well . (particularly the &quot;crunchy&quot; parts) James of course would have no part of it. How did I end up married to such a food wuss?! I should take that back I guess, the issue for him is really textures, not the conceptual origins of the food. Wish he would get over his fat/meat thing though!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4735330990849106452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/fillipino-style-pork-kababs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/4735330990849106452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/4735330990849106452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/fillipino-style-pork-kababs.html' title='Fillipino style pork kababs'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTBF0inHV0YBKSDysZ3_jB1hyphenhypheni8noiq8dObZgFpG5clTDn3MI0pz8B6xFkXxY9eWxKynLwCJoy7cv6XKpYOadgSVQ5xepacHF_4W3ti9FtiesRlZhXZhzWWJpcRe85s0UAwCP2K8SvffB/s72-c/IMG_0880.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-2865551409572414087</id><published>2010-07-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:46:17.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paleo &quot;Cereal&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmupTOf725iOejfK4as2lV7wh29nvOpc4IZGCZL3QTYqXSjHGsuTHvRVmuW4GEh1tjpw-irodCzxH2jEW_SrcKuPHyRkeuYkqkcLyAR43C-LB0pnnNsWdu-aGfwonKzFz27_7KDuhbGSxB/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmupTOf725iOejfK4as2lV7wh29nvOpc4IZGCZL3QTYqXSjHGsuTHvRVmuW4GEh1tjpw-irodCzxH2jEW_SrcKuPHyRkeuYkqkcLyAR43C-LB0pnnNsWdu-aGfwonKzFz27_7KDuhbGSxB/s320/DSC_0029.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We usually eat eggs for breakfast around here, but sometimes you want a change, plus the kids always want to have unusual treats like Daddy eats (non-paleo dude who keeps crunchy oat o&#39;s in the cabinet for himself) so we gave this a try the other day and it was a huge hit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Roughly chop a handful of raw almonds (well, as raw as you can get, which is getting more and more difficult what with all the regulation requiring pasteurization and irradiating food in warehouses) an equal or slightly smaller amount of roasted salted macadamias (the roasted salted flavor &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; enhances the other ingredients, it&#39;s like the savory flakes in a fruit cereal or something) and a handful of fresh blueberries. Pour coconut milk over just to cover (note: shake your container of milk well, this is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; the time for oily chunky coconut goop), and there you go, coconut fruit nut crunch &quot;cereal&quot;. I assume it would be equally good with some chopped strawberries but we don&#39;t have any to try it with, (The season was very bad for strawberries here, too much rain to pollinate or some such thing) and possibly frozen fruit as well. You might even find it good sans fruit if you are really watching the fructose.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have not calculated out exactly what the per/bowl cost of this cereal is but it doesn&#39;t seem too exorbitant since we get the almonds and macadamias @ Costco and the coconut milk in a giant can from cash &#39;n carry, and pick the blueberries ourselves for $1.50/lb.&lt;br /&gt;
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The strawberry version is equally good. I used to use a thawed, mashed up bag of frozen trader joe&#39;s strawberries per 2 cans of coconut milk with 1 tbs torani syrup, but since we&#39;ve moved and there are no trader joe&#39;s, but there are lots of wonderful local farms I just chop some fresh berries, however many we happen to have or tastes good. If you use enough berries there is no need for sweetener. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNk5DI31XD6jT_iIwOjgDKTdXOAFBy-Irag_RAH5C8QqlqObc8ia4zRqV3Fp2ZCICq4aii9Wqgn_uMcpnEwn3u2mO13I0dXgCPtLQ3Ax_tDI_y1rKXXMQ58Nugi01Wv9z2Gw73GVqaffB/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNk5DI31XD6jT_iIwOjgDKTdXOAFBy-Irag_RAH5C8QqlqObc8ia4zRqV3Fp2ZCICq4aii9Wqgn_uMcpnEwn3u2mO13I0dXgCPtLQ3Ax_tDI_y1rKXXMQ58Nugi01Wv9z2Gw73GVqaffB/s320/DSC_0020.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blueberry binge from last week has luckily not set off any major problems or continued binging, but I have found lots of delicious new treats featuring our leftover bounty. I am going to freeze several pounds on a baking sheet and them keep them in the freezer in a ziplock bag for future use in icecream (just tossed in the mixer with the coconut milk like the strawberry version) or, possibly heated for a bit to make them warm and syrupy and put the mess over some nice cold vanilla coconut ice-cream. (mmmm) Have I mentioned how happy I am having the fab pesticide free blueberry farm so close? Have I? Maybe we&#39;ll go picking more tomorrow...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3739985705214403016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/coconut-milk-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3739985705214403016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3739985705214403016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/coconut-milk-ice-cream.html' title='Coconut Milk Ice-Cream!'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheN9UScT-5CVigVEWPNCc0tGqZRbY35HY0klYuTakh1dY62ux5qTpNJBoqG5FYIOxMPO5QuCs84lTuqqnHts7rNZIN0GJrrKXhdfdl3g-Tgved0vIK8NuL8JzD292e0zulsgjuqVwQHSuu/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-3999224541932455061</id><published>2010-07-15T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:24:59.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Crunchy Walnut Dill Pepper Chicken Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9m7iYRHbUaF1cHCrUQknSwnBT1fzf_lMGdEjrqIwyAsHDFglGG-RKLs0j752WBU0ZintUqiyqiwXsN9hN2DEkIqP9KnyN7Pfxq31oIDr4LyF5Zb_6jp7ItXRUfZ9mYM_y_R-sL4ILfg-/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9m7iYRHbUaF1cHCrUQknSwnBT1fzf_lMGdEjrqIwyAsHDFglGG-RKLs0j752WBU0ZintUqiyqiwXsN9hN2DEkIqP9KnyN7Pfxq31oIDr4LyF5Zb_6jp7ItXRUfZ9mYM_y_R-sL4ILfg-/s320/DSC_0015.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take your container of chicken bits from the previous day&#39;s Costco rotisserie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Add mayo (homemade preferably) about 1/3 cup for our needs, but do it to your taste.&lt;br /&gt;
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A bit of Dijon mustard, maybe 2 tsp.&lt;br /&gt;
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Several strips of bell pepper (I keep sliced raw peppers in a baggy in the veg drawer for snacking) diced small.&lt;br /&gt;
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A couple of tbs of very finely diced onion. (We picked up some fab sweet walla wallas last week at a farm-stand!) &lt;br /&gt;
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1 handful walnuts, kind of squeezed so as to break them up into smallish pieces. (I really like the added crunch and it ups the omega 3&#39;s!)&lt;br /&gt;
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As much dill as you wish to add. (You could use other herbs if you prefer, basil or tarragon might be nice.)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3999224541932455061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-crunchy-walnut-dill-pepper-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3999224541932455061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3999224541932455061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-crunchy-walnut-dill-pepper-chicken.html' title='Best Crunchy Walnut Dill Pepper Chicken Salad'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9m7iYRHbUaF1cHCrUQknSwnBT1fzf_lMGdEjrqIwyAsHDFglGG-RKLs0j752WBU0ZintUqiyqiwXsN9hN2DEkIqP9KnyN7Pfxq31oIDr4LyF5Zb_6jp7ItXRUfZ9mYM_y_R-sL4ILfg-/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-8667652176259363891</id><published>2010-07-14T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:55:54.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Crackling</title><content type='html'>Or, salmon skin crisps as they actually came out!&lt;br /&gt;
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Place leftover salmon skin on non-stick foil, place in 350 degree oven for 10-15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think I did leave the tray in the oven just a little bit too long, the skin ended up just a bit darker and crunchier than I had hoped for, but I expect perfection next time at 5 minutes less. Still, the resulting fish crackers were very satisfying! (I&#39;ve done this with chicken skin and the result was equally fantastic, better actually.)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8667652176259363891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/fish-crackling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/8667652176259363891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/8667652176259363891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/fish-crackling.html' title='Fish Crackling'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXHz0C3OSjVQrmN0svBL754jGbBj2I6a_Remhq6Ew-1GBhsE9wTkPZFhRuftjDWwM45lboxUR1P2fID8Le__bV0Im8hDnhwJtZCWDOVK2sY-ehIEqzHl30M52Vw0PbhIdWPV5dVeSvC93/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-5539058479640760398</id><published>2010-07-13T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:21:33.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco Rotisserie Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1eA0gPg4feuOut9qv7PmAHXV4UAK8StGrEdAZsPNLd5pKyB3MxcA3GmPQlA2vPppW6sMi0mhRO8IKx7kyMnpjsEgDhjrCYFXA_H17tDCuabFwrdlkJj2dnzJCNosCM_2BOHhLZEjyGKL/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1eA0gPg4feuOut9qv7PmAHXV4UAK8StGrEdAZsPNLd5pKyB3MxcA3GmPQlA2vPppW6sMi0mhRO8IKx7kyMnpjsEgDhjrCYFXA_H17tDCuabFwrdlkJj2dnzJCNosCM_2BOHhLZEjyGKL/s320/DSC_0006.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Costco rotisserie chicken for us usually entails the following:&lt;br /&gt;
1) lunch of mama salad plus 2 baby salads w/ chunks of dark meat and one breast or 1 leg per child &amp;amp; 1 breast for mama&lt;br /&gt;
2) Picking the meat off the chicken and saving the second breast for &quot;he who prefers lean meat&quot; to take to work with salad for lunch (This is usually done a couple of hours after lunch b/c whoever picks the chicken gets a lovely treat of munching on whatever skin wasn&#39;t finished at lunch and whatever bits are juicy and attractive)&lt;br /&gt;
3) Best Crunchy Walnut Dill Pepper Chicken Salad, recipe to follow.&lt;br /&gt;
4) Bone broth simmered down with the carcass and all the leftover gelatinous collagen bits, and the skin and fat that were not browned enough to be appetizing earlier, and a splash of vinegar. &lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t think of a better paleo &quot;to-go&quot; meal than this. We used to get take out when James was coming home from work late, but since going a bit stricter it has been quite difficult to find something that he can pick up. I usually do the Costco run in the morning and the kids and I have chicken for lunch but I will surely be requesting a dinner rotisserie pick up from now on!&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/5539058479640760398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/costco-rotisserie-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/5539058479640760398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/5539058479640760398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/costco-rotisserie-chicken.html' title='Costco Rotisserie Chicken'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1eA0gPg4feuOut9qv7PmAHXV4UAK8StGrEdAZsPNLd5pKyB3MxcA3GmPQlA2vPppW6sMi0mhRO8IKx7kyMnpjsEgDhjrCYFXA_H17tDCuabFwrdlkJj2dnzJCNosCM_2BOHhLZEjyGKL/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-8905136936552606490</id><published>2010-07-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:06:21.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry Binge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXXpjE824qYo5_DHm-valP8ft7diNBv9NKAgC1ZsqwkyXkotHxm0Oqz3BEgqopKOpIUVx8n5NZ7l2SX9WQ9m-nELuJbp_1SpcDUPQtz6_BkmnrVcu-YyCNE3XGynm9puiPKfhhuCLlnc7/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXXpjE824qYo5_DHm-valP8ft7diNBv9NKAgC1ZsqwkyXkotHxm0Oqz3BEgqopKOpIUVx8n5NZ7l2SX9WQ9m-nELuJbp_1SpcDUPQtz6_BkmnrVcu-YyCNE3XGynm9puiPKfhhuCLlnc7/s320/DSC_0057.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who binges on &lt;i&gt;blueberries&lt;/i&gt;? I do! That&#39;s who. We picked 11 pounds today of the most blueberry-ie tasting, hugest, awesome blueberries you can imagine. And then I ate most of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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ok, ok, not really &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of them, but a kind of obscene amount. And then I had an apple. And some Tuscan melon. (like a small cantaloupe) And banana. &lt;br /&gt;
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ok, off to knit and watch &lt;i&gt;Orient Express&lt;/i&gt;! (sooooo excited, love David Suchet!)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8905136936552606490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/blueberry-binge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/8905136936552606490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/8905136936552606490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/blueberry-binge.html' title='Blueberry Binge'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXXpjE824qYo5_DHm-valP8ft7diNBv9NKAgC1ZsqwkyXkotHxm0Oqz3BEgqopKOpIUVx8n5NZ7l2SX9WQ9m-nELuJbp_1SpcDUPQtz6_BkmnrVcu-YyCNE3XGynm9puiPKfhhuCLlnc7/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-8732730058705400280</id><published>2010-07-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:51:05.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beets in the Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4776455410_fc19576baf.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4776455410_fc19576baf.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4775186113_d8005c9fab.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;132&quot; src=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4775186113_d8005c9fab.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not sure how paleo modern beets are, but they are certainly tasty &amp;amp; beautiful! I have been prepping large batches of them lately by separating the greens and keeping the leaves that are in good shape, soaking in a big bowl, rinsing, spinning dry and stuffing into a gallon ziplock bag in the fridge until I am ready to cook them. I then wash the beets, and wrap up a few in a foil &quot;bag&quot; with no oil or seasoning or anything, and then stick in the grill whenever we next have some meat ready to go. I leave them in the hot grill for quite a while, perhaps 30-45 minutes? Turn the bags over once, and when cool (I just leave them to cool when I turn the grill off) I stick &#39;em in the fridge. There have been a couple of times where 1 bag leaked a bit so it might really be better to double the layer of foil, or stick them in another container.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4775265715_353ae84a8c.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4775265715_353ae84a8c.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I have time (hah!) I can unwrap a packet of grill roasted beets and easily slip the skins off, chop roughly and drizzle with good extra virgin olive oil, salt, pepper, lemon juice and rice wine vinegar for a very tasty and refreshing summer side dish.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we picked a few pounds of blueberries, and ate most of it. Will have to go back on the weekend! Maybe with daddy&#39;s help we can get enough to last a week?&lt;br /&gt;
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Let the steaks sit without touching them for 2-3 minutes with the lid closed, then give a quarter turn so they&amp;nbsp; get those tasty perpendicular grill marks, put the lid back on for 3 minutes or so, the flip the meat over and repeat. If you want the meat more cooked turn the heat down (or if using charcoal/wood move to a cooler area of the grill) and leave the meat on until you like it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Of course once you take the meat off the grill it needs to sit for 5 minutes, agonizing though it may be to wait! I use this time to pour a glass of wine (or a second one, because one doesn&#39;t like to grill empty handed, am I wrong?) and throw together sides if anyone really wants them. (chopped tomato, avocado, salad, etc...) &lt;br /&gt;
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Then, sigh, succulent meat, crisped fat, salty crust, just as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t think of any, at least not while I can smell and taste the creamy sweet garlic of the bud lightly sauteed in olive oil! I prepare these by snipping off the tough bit at the end and then chopping the scape into smaller sections (I didn&#39;t always do this, but having to eat one handed while nursing a baby has taught me to prepare ahead of time if possible) and putting them in a bag in the vegetable crisper. This way I can grab a handful to throw in a hot pan whenever the opportunity presents. (after searing a steak or pork chop for example) If I have some I like to throw in an an anchovy or 3 and a bit of the olive oil they are packed in. The anchovies disintegrate pretty well and just give a lovely savory-ness to the cooking oil. Put a lid on for a minute or 2 and then take it off and stir&amp;nbsp; everything well, and arrange artfully on a plate, allowing the curling tendrils to drape over each other in a gorgeous tangle. Drizzle the cooking oil from the pan on the scapes until you can&#39;t help but slurp up the glistening concoction.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;d been a bit reluctant to make the mayo partially because it is such a hallowed food to me. I didn&#39;t want to mar the sacred creamy tangy taste that peps so many dry or tired foods. I have been known to go &quot;off&quot; foods for months at a time through some particular bad experience that ruins them for me. Throwing up a sandwich with pickles on sourdough when I was pregnant, for example, put me off both for almost a year. So you can see why I was concerned, how would I function without mayo &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; olive oil it it turned out horribly wrong? As a&amp;nbsp; preventative measure James suggested I use light olive oil which at least would have a chance of being masked by other flavors, unlike the strong extra virgin stuff I use for everything else.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am quite confident in the freshness and healthiness of our egg yolks, but if I was not, or if I were pregnant, I might quick pasteurize the eggs by dipping in simmering water for 30 seconds or so.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am planning lots of experiments involving various fats (bacon drippings, chicken or duck renderings, etc) and acids, and I guess if any are not really delicious I can thrown in garlic and dill so no one can tell.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_7yBDAf8jxpz-jp_5k0h3nM3TsSK9pMI5wY_CqMtivvD61n-rhcv1U7q2QCTWt_5jiZaXyfJv_E3Iz02vuFRCCqlS9kuUWfwVpP97xrqJ3sDEfhyoXkc2w54Segs9BKbRHzBHxqF5cCE/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_7yBDAf8jxpz-jp_5k0h3nM3TsSK9pMI5wY_CqMtivvD61n-rhcv1U7q2QCTWt_5jiZaXyfJv_E3Iz02vuFRCCqlS9kuUWfwVpP97xrqJ3sDEfhyoXkc2w54Segs9BKbRHzBHxqF5cCE/s320/DSC_0116.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One thing I found a bit odd was how thick/stiff our mayo got. I wonder if that is normal or if it is because I ended up with lots of extra yolks by the time I got done. Anyway, the thickness sure doesn&#39;t bother anyone here!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/7581630924889731372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-made-garlic-dill-olive-oil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/7581630924889731372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/7581630924889731372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-made-garlic-dill-olive-oil.html' title='Home Made Garlic &amp; Dill Olive Oil Mayonaise'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7z33rtjSViH3jcwUmPbJpVTAbaUL5vRXWaSovqLD6PMo7fvSWHlI8DeBIXoK8_eVFbsg6-ll9gbbzCv1WeW5H62_Op_1OMwX2znGaZ-Qqci1VZq8g4LgFX24lLN8scAZE0u_HjJdVwvwJ/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-4012798259304870522</id><published>2010-07-04T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:41:59.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Grilled Salmon</title><content type='html'>It is salmon season here in the great northwest! Salmon is my favorite fish, followed closely by tuna, so when the opportunity to buy a whole (smallish) salmon for $4.99/lb presented itself I jumped on it. (really, I practically tripped over the shopping cart lunging for it...) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSfxawDdtBdGakOvlc_9B7xP4Ygeu35m0-YGDk6Q4wac15oWSpb5C85YsfgWQVL28-9ETLHrkVERiROXsTRh2QPbhQwYOk5bIVdckNv5rR-UYJCb-imjyyjGR99rJPqLTt0WTkvjP1b5y/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSfxawDdtBdGakOvlc_9B7xP4Ygeu35m0-YGDk6Q4wac15oWSpb5C85YsfgWQVL28-9ETLHrkVERiROXsTRh2QPbhQwYOk5bIVdckNv5rR-UYJCb-imjyyjGR99rJPqLTt0WTkvjP1b5y/s320/DSC_0003.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh. my. god. What a fantastic grilling opportunity. Others may be grilling hot dogs and burgers, but our Independence Day celebration was a bit different this year! I recently watched an episode of BBQ U (Steven Raichlen, of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.primalgrill.org/index.asp&quot;&gt;Primal Grill&lt;/a&gt; awesomeness) in which he grilled a whole salmon for a wedding feast. There was an aioli dipping sauce which inspired me to finally get around to making my own mayo as well. (It was a success, but should be it&#39;s own post I think) So following Raichlen&#39;s demonstration, I cut out a cardboard template (really just a narrow rectangle, 1/2 of the bottom of a bottled water box) and wrapped it in aluminum foil. I scaled the skin with a serrated knife by running it against them opposite the direction they lay. It was a messy proposition, luckily I was working on the deck, but I do wish it was done when the rest of the processing happened behind the scenes. At this point I got the grill going, lit all 4 burners on high and closed the top.&lt;br /&gt;
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Turned off the center 2 burners and placed salmon on plank on the grill, closed the cover and let cook in the indirect heat for 35 minutes. 35 minutes of anticipation, inhaling the smell of roasting lemon and herbs, and imagining the crisping salty sticky fatty skin shortly to be in my mouth. Thankfully, (though I do think the fat in salmon has such health benefits I rather do wish my family would partake) nobody else wanted any, so I delicately peeled away the skin on the top half, and found it just as I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think all this food fantasizing and imagery has some basis in childhood issues. Perhaps more navel gazing will sort it out eventually. I find that even when I am making healthy choices I over romanticize food, it really shouldn&#39;t be &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; an event. At least not all the time. I am torn between the desire to eat to live (not live to eat!) using food as fuel only, and the real pleasure I get from preparing delicious and inventive foods. I think cooking in all it&#39;s forms is a major way that I care for people, food has always been so important to me, makes me feel better, comforts, etc, etc, that part of me feels it must be this way for others, so I can show love for other people by giving them delicious food. I am aware of how awful this is because when I was a child I was under the distinct impression that it would be hurtful or insulting to not overeat a &quot;special&quot; dish that relatives or friends had prepared and I certainly never want my own children to feel pressure to eat when they are not hungry! For this reason I am also hesitant to make certain foods even as special unusual treats for fear that my children will associate them with mommy making something special and thus good/important to eat. I don&#39;t want them to have any emotional attachment to cookies, the physical reaction to sweet will certainly be enough. I try hard to focus my creative efforts on cooking tasty, particularly healthy foods that I hope will become lifelong favorites for my family both because of the taste, but also the experience&amp;nbsp; of &quot;mom&#39;s home cooking&quot; that gets so many addicted to high carb comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y6INM2oIrXzcaqk1DxxyZBRxSCOE8U7SS9cUTUpwBCYJrXd2RFFxiXrGMVvWH3AdoQ6njBJdwatr2Pbexb35Jh766Uo_yhqoNQj_UTS5-8rlTviZpkARSupCMhQcPWXJkOvbspDafbEQ/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y6INM2oIrXzcaqk1DxxyZBRxSCOE8U7SS9cUTUpwBCYJrXd2RFFxiXrGMVvWH3AdoQ6njBJdwatr2Pbexb35Jh766Uo_yhqoNQj_UTS5-8rlTviZpkARSupCMhQcPWXJkOvbspDafbEQ/s320/DSC_0150.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to my salmon! The flesh was cooked perfectly to my taste, almost raw close to the bone, perfectly tender and opaque the rest of the way through. The sea salt and lemon along with the herbs went perfectly with the sweet sea taste. It was a hit with James but Sophia (4) and Maggie (2) were not such fans. I was surprised because generally they have really advanced pallets, but so be it. They like canned salmon plenty! We set aside 5 more servings of just the salmon for the next couple of days (so really it worked out to be a fairly economical meal) and I made quite a mess of my face and hands sucking the fat off the bones and under the fins. I was really too full to finish the skin from the bottom half (plus it wasn&#39;t crispy) so I spread it out on the foil plank and wrapped the whole thing in saran. I am going to put it in the oven tomorrow to crisp up so I can have &lt;i&gt;salmon crackling&lt;/i&gt;! (omg, swoon!) I also mushed up all the bones and fins into a small pot and covered with water, added the herbs and lemon slices and a splash of white wine vinegar and simmered for a couple of hours to make an absolutely delicious broth, which is in the fridge waiting for me to reheat, add gelatin, and make a sort of aspic. I am smiling giddily thinking about this... You might think the smell of fish bones simmering would be perhaps slightly unpleasant, but it was not. Even James thought it was lovely with the dill and lemon making the house really smell wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;
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The real star on the table (besides the salmon of course!) was the freshly made mayo from our own chicken&#39;s yolks and light olive oil. I used lemon juice for the acid, and a bit of lemon zest and garlic. I think there was a &lt;i&gt;bit&lt;/i&gt; of olive oil taste, but it was severely overpowered by the garlic so it was not even something I could experiment with this time. I will make another batch soon as we are almost out of this one already and leave it garlic-less to see how we like the olive oil taste. This is a huge breakthrough for me b/c I have been totally daunted by the idea of making my own mayo for years, even though I was familiar with the process. I loooooooove trader joe&#39;s organic mayo and it is a huge staple for me, but I hate that it is made with soybean oil, if I can get in the habit of making our own mayo with olive oil or chicken fat (oooh, duck fat perchance?) , etc, I will be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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ok, ok, more on mayo next time!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/4012798259304870522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-grilled-salmon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/4012798259304870522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/4012798259304870522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-grilled-salmon.html' title='Whole Grilled Salmon'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSfxawDdtBdGakOvlc_9B7xP4Ygeu35m0-YGDk6Q4wac15oWSpb5C85YsfgWQVL28-9ETLHrkVERiROXsTRh2QPbhQwYOk5bIVdckNv5rR-UYJCb-imjyyjGR99rJPqLTt0WTkvjP1b5y/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-3877582510153913404</id><published>2010-07-02T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:40:50.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been at this a while</title><content type='html'>I think I should start out with some real numbers. Honest numbers. Scary ones. Embarrassing ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, this is anonymous right? I think I fiddled with the profile settings enough to maintain privacy.&lt;br /&gt;
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And you know I wasn&#39;t always this fat right? I mean, this happened &lt;i&gt;to&lt;/i&gt; me, through injuries and major life changes and moves to suburbia. I would never have let the problem become this bad if I had continued to live in the city and walk as much as I did. right? I mean, I may have flirted with chubbiness prior to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the fat explosion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when I was 20, but nothing like real &lt;i&gt;obesity&lt;/i&gt;. so....there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was creeping up to the 180&#39;s when I was 19 and met my husband, and moved out of my beloved city, and ended my daily walking habit. Add 10 pounds immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hurt my back (and began using birth control, something I deeply regret to this day) shortly after this, and by the time I was 21 I was slightly over 200 pounds. This is where the struggle to lose really began. I thought passing 200 on the scale was hitting rock bottom, like an alcoholic at their worst hour, but I really didn&#39;t have a clue how to lose the weight. I wasn&#39;t helped by brief attempts at high intensity exercise, and got a bit depressed really I think.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the time I was 22 I had reached the 240&#39;s, and was getting ready for our wedding. I stumbled onto a site discussing the Atkins diet, ordered the book, and was converted. The information, encouragement, community, recipes, experience I gained from that site were probably the most valuable in my journey toward health in the last several years. I was able to get down to 220 by the wedding, but once the occasion was over so was the urgency and motivation to stick to the diet. I was having some pretty immature internal hissy fits over the radical changes I had to apply to my eating habits. I had trouble with the concept that I was not going to have the variety I was used to, nor should I consume the quantities I was accustomed to, and this was not going to change even if I managed to get to a specific magic number on the scale.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I became pregnant with our first child I was back up around 230-240 and hovered there much of the pregnancy, I was too nauseous and afraid to be very lowcarb during the pregnancy, and found myself stress eating (and baking, and eating the baking) toward the end of that pregnancy and I was actually too upset and stressed to find out the actual highest number, but I suspect I was close to 270 when my daughter was born. The next year was very difficult, emotionally adjusting to a colicky baby, finding time to cook anything that was remotely lowcarb and healthy, but I also began to adjust my thinking about &quot;normal&quot; eating, and what I should eat, and what I really am not able to eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before my daughter was born I was a true milk addict. I really would consume a gallon a day unless I limited myself. I told my husband that if our child had a dairy intolerance while breastfeeding they would just have to go on soy formula because there was NO WAY was giving up dairy. I wasn&#39;t just being selfish and horrible, I could not imagine NOT consuming dairy, the very&amp;nbsp; thought made me feel shaky and ill. Maternal instinct took over, however, and when my daughter did have terrible gas and colic, I was able to completely give up dairy. I never would have done this for myself, so I am thankful that she gave me a better reason. I have had this experience with each of my children. I may be able to eat yogurt, kefir, cheese, even some cream on my own, but the first year of each child&#39;s life seems to necessitate my going completely dairy free.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus began my eliminating and thoughtful consideration and study of nutrition and diet. At this point I completely believe that I am not sufficiently evolved to eat foods that are not those that a hunter gatherer had access to.That said, I greatly enjoy some things that are certainly not paleo, and so long as they do not cause me or my children discomfort or distress I am happy to partake and will include them in my diet and blog. When I am not nursing a newborn I regularly consume small amounts of cheese and fermented or cultured dairy without problems or restarting the weird milk addiction thing. I have not been able to drink milk since I gave it up almost 5 years ago. I have had some raw cow&#39;s milk without problems, but it doesn&#39;t trigger a &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to have milk and I found myself not even bothering to drink it, I don&#39;t particularly like milk apparently unless I am trying to avoid withdrawal symptoms. If I had easy access to raw cream I would absolutely use it in decaf coffee, but I don&#39;t, so it isn&#39;t really an option. I&amp;nbsp; find almond milk a tasty occasional drink, but usually am not bothered to keep it in the house, and it is too watery to lighten coffee adequately for my taste. I have tried coconut milk as well, doesn&#39;t incorporate well, hemp/multi nut vegan substitute was just vile, etc, etc. Unfortunately if I want to enjoy a coffee these days I must resort to soy or corn derivatives that usually makes me kind of unhappy about the whole idea and ruins an otherwise enjoyable treat. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know that I have an actual physical problem with wheat or gluten, but I sure have issues with it. It may stem from the foods I was raised on, or the manner in which I ate them, or any number of childhood experiences I should probably deal with in therapy, but hey, blogging is a cheaper and more efficient way for me to blurt out all kinds of personal details that have led me to where I am and lets me examine them in my own way. I get really ugly around pasta. My body has also gotten really ugly around, by and from pasta. You know that episode of Dr. Who? The last Christmas special with David Tennant, where the Master comes back and zombie chants &quot;I&#39;m hungry.... I&#39;m hungry....&quot; and gobbles up food in an entirely disgusting way. Not dissimilar from a greasy vacuum and with sounds to match? yeah. That is me over a pot of pasta. At the stove. It&#39;s beyond gross. And essentially uncontrollable. I used to just be disgusted with myself and my pathetic lack of will power, but I have found that after giving it up completely (even &quot;fake&quot; versions like dreamfields) for a few months, I have zero problem turning it down. Seriously, no problem. Since I have become aware of the enormous difference in putting the fork down between 1 bite and no bites, I just skip it. Why should it take super human strength to &lt;i&gt;just stop eating&lt;/i&gt; when it isn&#39;t really that difficult at all once the offending substance is out of my system? I have a lot of compassion for people who feel like they &quot;can&#39;t give up X&quot; and habitually overeat. Many people might assume that because they stop eating at a &quot;reasonable&quot; serving size anyone who does not is showing a lack of character or is not trying &lt;i&gt;hard enough&lt;/i&gt;, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, I have to say, if you find yourself saying the phrase &quot;I could never give up ______&quot;, you probably need to do so. I don&#39;t really understand the mechanics of the whole problem, if I was gluten intolerant I would think that the time I went completely gluten free for months and months would have been a time of unparalleled health and energy, devoid of the (suspected) autoimmune pain I was experiencing. I can eat sprouted grain sandwich bread if it&#39;s convenient now without experiencing binge cravings or aches or anything, or even the gluten heavy lowcarb wraps or bread products. I just don&#39;t find them very appealing. But heaven forbid I take a bite of my particularly good freshly baked sourdough (I really do enjoy baking, and unfortunately seem to have a bit of an aptitude for it) I can count on serious difficulty &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; eating&amp;nbsp; the entire loaf, and fantasizing about it for the next several days of withdrawal symptoms. &lt;br /&gt;
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I refuse to go through life experiencing such awful things, being out of control, and fat to boot! I deserve to feel good and happy and be able to wear my baby boy in my woven wrap without a huge belly in the way. (It&#39;s complicated, I may show pictures to explain, but the point is I have been wearing my kids since they were born and never been able to do certain carries or wrap comfortably with certain length wraps and it is a goal of mine to look and feel as fit as other active &quot;crunchy&quot; moms.) I am much happier with myself now, even at this weight (currently 234, 3 months post birth, 2 months healthy eating) and my confidence and maturity seem to have evolved, just having a healthy lifestyle now will get me where I need to be. If it takes several years to get to an ultimate goal weight or if it happens overnight, I need to live this way and I accept that.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/3877582510153913404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-at-this-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3877582510153913404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/3877582510153913404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-at-this-while.html' title='been at this a while'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297916227438207210.post-8516823007040144604</id><published>2010-06-29T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:38:35.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why now? Why Paleo?</title><content type='html'>I have other blogs to talk about general life, my hobbies and interests, but I think one place to keep track of my eating and recipes would be helpful. I also have recently gotten really into photography and I think it would be awesome to have good photos of all the food I like here so I can scan over it and get inspired when I may not really want to make the healthiest choice.&amp;nbsp; (I know! Who would imagine this does actually happen from time to time?) Having lost about 80 lbs 2 years ago, (wow, I never actually wrote/said that out loud, kind of a bigger number than it felt like...) I regained much of it during a cross country move and pregnancy. SO, although I have been pretty much a serious lowcarb advocate for the past several years, I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; the best at sticking to my guns all the time (&lt;i&gt;clearly!&lt;/i&gt;) and I am making a serious plan for this time to be the last time I have to actually lose this weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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I find maintenance much more intense emotionally than actually losing, it is just plain hard. all the time. At least it was before, though I felt I had a good mindset at the time and was aware of the challenge. Actually losing weight, even if slowly, is a process, with an end goal to look forward to, ongoing rewards (looser clothing, more energy, etc...) while maintaining is just kind of depressing. Yes, of course there is motivation for maintaining just as for weight loss, but that immature little voice inside is a lot harder to shut up or reason with once you feel pretty good and don&#39;t have immediate health issues threatening because of extra body fat. You know, that voice that says &quot;but other people get to eat wheat and junk without becoming obese, just a little won&#39;t hurt, it isn&#39;t fairrrrrrrrrr, it&#39;s a special occasion, you &lt;i&gt;deserve&lt;/i&gt; it.&quot; you know that voice?&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the accountability of&amp;nbsp; blogging has been fantastic for certain other pursuits of mine, so I am hoping it does the trick for my way of eating as well. Although I have been at this (more on than &quot;off&quot; so to speak) for about 6 years, I have not yet found a way to maintain either the serious weight loss or a mature attitude about what I can and cannot eat. I give myself permission now to screw up (as will happen from time to time I am sure) &lt;i&gt;and then come back and get on with things&lt;/i&gt;. The key will be to minimize the damage from off plan eating by keeping the occasions short (note to self: avoid month long binges...) and infrequent. Saying &quot;well, I&#39;ve screwed up now, so why bother&quot; has led me much farther from the path than accepting that a slip up has occurred but must be counteracted (hellish though the after shocks and carb cravings may be) as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also want to remember to post motivations. I get bogged down in day to day food drudgery when I get a bad attitude about how (apparently) limited my options are, or how tough it can be to avoid certain things an have a &quot;normal&quot; life. I cannot in good conscience allow my kids to eat the garbage many of their peers consume in front of them, nor can I eat with other adults at most restaurants, etc... I have to remember (and be positive about!) how different our family is from most and keep in mind that it is for good reason. I must keep in mind that by doing what I do, and abstaining from various items, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; being the mom I want to be, even if I am not as thin as I want to be yet. If I give up it will never happen, if I live as though I am that person already, I am halfway there.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/feeds/8516823007040144604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-now-why-paleo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/8516823007040144604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297916227438207210/posts/default/8516823007040144604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notquitepaleo.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-now-why-paleo.html' title='Why now? Why Paleo?'/><author><name>bek mylastname</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17534367150368522985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bj60Yojuksw/S8FNQgX3NfI/AAAAAAAAB68/oOF4LGx-LIM/S220-s119/KP+Profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>