You know who doesn’t say TGIF often? That’s right, me.
I’m saying it tonight, even though the weekend that lies ahead doesn’t in the least resemble an actual weekend. I have to cook all day tomorrow, and cater a small wedding on Sunday. I’m not complaining. It’s my job! And I love it. The fact is, I get tons of random days off on all sorts of days of the week. This is not a M-F 9-5 gig. Sometimes, I have a whole week off, and get to do things like catch up on paperwork, when I’m not being distracted by the likes of Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. (<— that was sneaky, right?)
But this Friday evening I have off. From the time I delivered lunch in Marin today until tomorrow morning when I start cooking, I’m a free woman. So far, I met a friend for lunch and got a pedicure. It’s not even 7, and I can see the couch in my near future. I’m so happy I could cry.
It’s the little things.
Day 5 of the 21 Day Sugar Detox was so far the day that felt the most arrrrgh. I did a stupid thing and forgot to bring the desserts for the lunch, which means they are still in my possession. Normally, I would be excited about this, because they are delicious and gluten-free. Obviously I’m not excited to have 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies and a whole lot of lemon bars. But you know who will be? The gluten-free folks getting married on Sunday, who don’t know it yet, but are getting a little gift from me. Let’s go ahead and call this a win.
Argh. The wine at Whole Foods looked extra good. Simon couldn’t take one more egg this morning, and ran (drove) to the store to get almond butter and green apples. He’s a lifelong toast with butter and cinnamon in the morning kind of guy. It’s that or a smoothie, so he’s having a tough time with breakfast. Especially the unsweetened coffee. Argh.
So this is today, in between the argh moments:
Simon never thought he’d be so excited to have an apple and almond butter. I made myself a scramble with peppers and onions and topped it with some leftover guacamole. Which, by the way, was still green. If you don’t know the secret, you really must check it out. I’d post a picture, but it’s blurry. It looks good on Instagram, though!
Simon ate half of a roast chicken that was in the fridge. (I’ve made sure that the fridge never runs out of roast chicken this week) It’s helped.
I met a friend for lunch in Mill Valley, and got myself the classic paleo out to eat staple of the burger no bun. And pushed those nasty raw onions aside. Blech. Oil and vinegar on the salad, ’cause you can’t trust those dressings.
Soup again. But this time, spicy tomato chicken soup. Kind of like tortilla soup, but without the tortillas. So it’s probably not right to call it that. We topped it with some avocado and gave it a squeeze of lime. Perfect for a cold and rainy night. “Winter” is what they call it here in San Francisco, but I was wearing flip-flops earlier, and I still have my toes.
You’ll notice that there isn’t a link to the soup recipe. That’s because there isn’t one. I’ve noticed that a picture of a photo often elicits requests for the recipe, which I love, and… 90% of what I cook is completely off the cuff. When I do want to record a recipe for a blog post, I must measure what I add, write down everything I do, and take lots of mediocre pictures with my camera phone. I don’t always do that, due to time restrictions, and being too hungry. But I will do my best to get some soup recipes up soon! I make amazing soup. It’s sort of my specialty.
Well, I can hear the couch calling. I am going to go lie on it, and pretend that I’m not having some real deal sugar withdrawals. You know it’s bad when you’re craving peanut M & M’s.
Coconut muffin with butter and cinnamon it is!
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