Lots of hippie-dippie things are going on in the world right now and I figured we should talk about them.
To start, birkenstocks are back in style. I bought a white pair last week and I’m currently expecting their arrival. Pretty excited about ’em, you guys. I might even live on the edge and wear them with a cute pair of socks. Sue me.
And Tevas!! Also back in style. Not sure how I feel about this return. They kinda bring back some terrible 90s nightmares.
Speaking of Colorado-type things…granola! Grain-free granola is totally a thing. No grains. No gluten. And while we’re at it, no refined sugar. You would think I’d be leading you down a depressing healthy hole of complete nonsense but seriously this is my favorite granola in the entire world. Yes, I’m absolutely serious. There’s a good chance that after this I won’t ever return to oat-based granola. Why would I? I don’t need them. I have nuts like almonds, walnuts and macadamia, and seeds like sunflower and black sesame. And a bunch of delicious fruit like golden berries and goji berries.
I’m in love. Today’s post is my ode to granola-y-type things.
Last night I “slept” with rage in my heart and a pillow tightly pressed against my ear. Somewhere in the abyss, also known as the mini forest thingy right outside my bedroom window, was a dog that clearly was not happy about being put outside. So he or she barked. And then barked and barked for a solid four hours straight, maybe longer. At first I didn’t hear it but then it was ALL I could hear.
After hour one of said dog’s incessant barking, realizing it wasn’t going to end, I started to run down scenarios in my head.
Do I drive my car to the house and knock on the owner’s door at 3am?
Will they murder me? Do I call the police?
Do police even care about dogs barking?
Or do I just get ear plus because knocking on a stranger’s door at 3am sounds like a murder waiting to happen? Probably get ear plugs. Who likes confrontation? Not me. Poor dog.
If it happens again tonight I have no idea what I’ll do….ahh! What should I do?!
Amazing things always happen to me when I’m at Michael’s. This one time I saw a Marisa Tomei and I was freaking out because I grew up loving her. My Cousin Vinny? I was way too young to waatch it but that didn’t stop me from taking peeks from the hallway. I would do that as a kid: sneak out of room at night, sit in the hallway that allowed me to peer straight into the living room while still being out of sight, and watch the movies my parents watched. They had no idea that their “date for two” in front of the TV actually included a third wheel.
Then there was this other time that I saw an older gentlemen in a fly fisherman’s outfit have a meltdown because the coupon on his phone wasn’t working–it was a sight. And then yesterday, as I was shopping for candy-making materials, I turned around to see an old dude slap his wife’s behind. She laughed and playfully slapped him back. While it was a little awkward to witness, it actually made me smile. When you’re young it’s hard to imagine what being married for a long time must be like. Everything is so new and fresh and first-timey at this age. But when you’re older, perhaps flirting with each other is even more important.
I went on my run and thought about them, imagining how much life they’ve lived together, how many kids they’ve raised and wondered how many hardships they’ve survived. I do that sometimes: imagine people’s “stories.” I sometimes think going through that much life together can either tear you apart or bond you in a way that is unbreakable. We all wish for the latter. So, him slapping her ass made me happy is all…haha. It made me believe that perhaps love lasting a lifetime really can happen.
I came home and made a rendition of this smoothie bowl. It is, after all, what I have most days either immediately after my workout or for breakfast.
My Sunday rituals are strong. They usually start with an early trip to the farmer’s market, followed by lots of recipe testing. I love cooking on Sundays. And then, TV. Lots of that too.
The past few Sundays, I’ve spent watching Game of Thrones and I’m gonna lie, I barely understand what’s going on. Still. But I keep watching, thinking someday I’ll understand every single character, their family, etc. It’s wishful thinking, really.
Silicon Valley is more my steez. Lots of awkwardness and a CEO who wears those tennis shoes that slip on like socks. Those are so strange. Why do those exists?! I don’t get it.
Ok, so here’s another dish (besides these Zucchini Noodles) that I’ve been eating every other night. At first I was super hesitant to share this recipe because renditions of this live on so many other Paleo blogs on the internets, but then I figured that since you visit this here site, with all its biscuits and butter and pancakes, that you probably don’t visit very many Paleo blogs, so there’s a good chance that this might be new-ish to you. And plus, this is my take on the very ubiquitous cauliflower rice thingy. Also, if someone was being super technical, this isn’t Paleo because there’s soy sauce and soy is a bean. Ugh. Too many rules, man. I’ve never been good at following rules to a T; I always just pick and choose which ones I think make sense to follow and just do-away with the rest. My dad taught me to question everything so I do, and in my brain I don’t think organic soy sauce is bad for me so there. Let me live!
I really really love this recipe. While zucchini will never taste like real flour noodles, this cauliflower kinda tastes like rice to me. It’s amazing and so healthy and light and filling. Healthy food has to be satisfying to me because then I won’t eat it and I’ll drink smoothies all day.
Let’s start with the cauliflower rice and its preparation. Most people make cauliflower rice a different way. They pulse the raw cauliflower florets in the blender and then cook it from there. I did this once, to make this dish, and I found the cauliflower way too crunchy for my taste. So, I prefer the blanching method. You just have to be careful when you pulse it in the food processor because it can go from “rice” texture to “mash” texture very quickly.