Any other children of the '80s out there who might know which theme song this post's title references? If so, good for you--since you're reading this, that show must have made an impact. ;)
Thanks for being patient with me taking a mental health day from blogging last night. The payoff is double the pretty pictures for today! Behold: the most colorful pile of dinner this side of a bag of Skittles:
I took advantage of this week's optimal farmer's market bounty in order to try out Gena's Peanut Noodles recipe. I'm a sucker for Asian noodle dishes, so I was more than excited to try out a raw equivalent!
For extra flair, I topped my bowl with peas and sesame seeds--both with wasabi flavor. So addictive! Other than that, I followed her recipe for the sauce/dressing pretty exactly and am excited to have loads of it still left over.
Though this dish contains neither peanuts nor noodles, I was a happy face while slurping it all up with my baby chopsticks. I may or may not have busted out a spoon to finish off the sauce dregs, too...
The purple bits are actually a purple pepper, I will have you know. It was too gorgeous to pass up at the market yesterday! I bought it as a curiosity as much as anything else, but the verdict on taste is that it's pretty much the same as its other-colored cousins.
With all that vibrant produce, I think I consumed a rainbow of vitamins and colors. Score!
I promise there are pictures of things besides raw peanut noodles in this post...somewhere...
Ah, here we go:
Here's the stuff I rounded up at the market Monday: lettuce, kale, portobello mushrooms, cucumbers, yellow and green zucchini, corn, plus red and purple peppers.
I also dashed into Whole Foods for a few bits and pieces:
And maybe the shopping bug caught me one more time today:
I just love Integral Yoga Natural Foods. It's a health food store not too far from my office, and it is a veritable fairy land of amazing organics available in bulk. Today's damage: applewood-smoked dulse (for maximum non-bacon-y bacon-ness), medjool dates, Turkish figs and prunes.
They also have some delicious treats in the bulk bins, so I picked up these Vegan Carob-Banana Energy Chunks in lieu of a Lara/Pure bar for today's snack:
Kind of like a Wild Bar-meets-Lara Bar...with way more nuts to get stuck in your teeth. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
Other things I've enjoyed in the past day or two...
Shiro plums: Mom and I picked up a box of these bite-sized yellow plums at Saturday's market, and I'm grooving on them in a major way.
Fresh figs, round two. I saw these Mission figs on sale at Whole Foods for only $2.99, so I thought I'd give them a chance (if you recall, my first encounter with fresh figs did not blow me away).
Yeah, still not amazing. The super-ripe ones are kind of nice, but otherwise there's a mealy-ness going on that I do not dig. I will stick to dried figs from now on.
Obviously, I have been sticking to a very high-raw diet for the past week or so (with the exception of the weekend with Mama-san). It's not my style to journal everything that goes in my mouth, but you can trust me when I say that anything missing from pictures on the blog in the past week was also fruit or vegetable in nature, or perhaps even a juice containing both.
Though this kind of pattern is a pretty dramatic departure from the way I ate before, I've been amazed to observe how little these choices have thrown me off mentally and/or physically. The only "issue" regarding my dietary experiments has been coffee, and I plan on addressing my thoughts on that in a separate blog post.
One might deduce from my absence last night that I wasn't really feeling my best, and one might be right. I had the blues. No one wants to hear from a grumpy blogger, but I don't mind mentioning that I wasn't at the top of my game because I'm also a human bean (deliberate typo), and neither does anyone want to hear from a fake blogger.
I got to thinking about all the happy things I've read about raw foodism: that raw foods reduce inflammation, restore alkalinity, draw out toxins and are conducive to a clear, optimistic mindset. I spent all of Monday eating raw foods. What gives?
Well, let's back up two days. As you can see in my recap of fun food adventures with my Mom, I ate anything but raw for the whole weekend. I didn't eat especially poorly--I never go long without vegetables--but that's not to say that things like cow dairy, refined flours and sugars didn't find their way into my mouth. Have I not reiterated my love for ice cream here enough?
This isn't guilt you're reading. I enjoyed every second and would do the same given another chance, but knowing what I know now, I can't help but consider the fact that I spent Monday pouting because of a boatload of toxins working their way out of my system.
Like anyone else, I have my share of stressors in life, but we're not talking about anything the next 26-year-old isn't dealing with, too. I'm not enough of an expert on raw foods to definitively link my slump to diet, but maybe I don't really care whether or not I've correctly identified the cause.
Maybe I would just as soon decide for myself that I was down in the dumps because I chose to eat things that weren't optimal for my body. Armed with that conclusion (which can't hurt, either way), I might make different choices the next time I'm away from my kitchen full of produce, thereby creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. If I've decided that I'm wholly better off eating a largely plant-based diet, it will likely come true. That's just some food for thought.
Sure enough, today I continued on with my high-raw eats, and quite happily! My mood was on a steady rise throughout the day, and I couldn't help but think about how good I felt after each dose of veggie goodness. I'm not the-hills-are-alive-ing or anything, but I do feel like myself again.
Indeed, dinner was quite self-fulfilling:
Well, self-filling, at the very least. I used Natalia Rose's recipe for marinated portobello mushrooms to top a big salad made with romaine, red bell pepper, cherry tomatoes, juicer pulp and corn off the cobb.
Kind of a dead ringer for chopped-up steak, no? I assure you that this was all shroomy deliciousness, but I suppose the portobellos did provide the "meat" of my meal!
I never considered myself much of a salad lover before deliberately trying to eat them more often, but curiously, the more salads I eat, the more I want! Before now, I couldn't even entertain the idea of eating more than one salad per day. I think it's all in my head: once the salad became a nourishing meal instead of dieting torture, it was a canvas for creation and easy to enjoy.