Thursday, December 4, 2014

Stuff I've stuffed myself with

Delicata squash fries & PB-apple sauce dip

Soy curl jerky!!! I'm in heaven (yes it's amazing).

Hospital Food - Confirmed, the black bean burger is vegan, sadly I'm a repeat customer

Fettucini, soy curls, turnip greens, garlic nooch sauce
I have five doctors, and all of them are telling me different things regarding what my diet should look like.  They can all kiss my ass.  The dietitian rules the roost, and she says to keep doing what I'm doing.  If something bothers me, don't eat it.  It's as simple as that.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Hey look, food!

Maple-mustard tater and Veggie Gyro hash

The Basics:
1-2 small white potatoes, diced
1/2T maple syrup
1t yellow mustard
a serving of 'meat' (I used Viana veggie gyros)

-Fry the potatoes in a tiny bit of oil until they begin to soften
-add the mustard and maple syrup
-cover skillet and continue to cook until potatoes are fork tender, adding a tablespoon of water as needed to prevent sticking/burning.
-add meat and cook until heated through.

Tada! Good shit.

Monday, October 20, 2014

You saw this one coming

A new addition to my collection!  I'm so fucking excited to use this.

First up....

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Bread making=a small victory

Don't they look like big, crusty slugs?

Yep, I'm still alive.  Two months in hell, and I may be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, unless I have floaters in my eyeballs.  I have a couple of diagnostic procedures *cough cough endoscopies cough* scheduled for the end of the week, and I am so anxious/nervous/freaked out that I'm not sleeping at all.  I want this to be IT.  NO MAS!  I begged each one of my friends and acquaintances to visit, with the promise of food, if only they'd be my medical transport for a day.  I was down to the wire, and the only person who accepted said I'd have to buy them a plane ticket.  Shit.

I did what no adult wants to do: ask their parents.  My Dad accepted, because for whatever reason, he has been itching to take me to my uncomfortable stuff for some time.  It must be the sadist in him.  My brother has Ulcerative Colitis, and Dad was the friendly colonoscopy taxi for him as well.  His help comes with a price.  He wants me to feed him, and feed him I will.  I made three loaves of cinnamon swirl raisin bread already.  Chili, tater tot casserole, and breakfast casserole will be prepped today.  Did I mention he loves soy curls?  My biggest dietary opponent claims he could eat them dry, straight from the bag.  Uh, okay Dad.  I don't know if he realizes I'm only fatting his ass in an attempt to make sure his mouth is full so he can't talk.  Must have silence.

P.S. I've been meaning to post that bread recipe for ages, but still haven't gotten around to it.  One day! I promise.