Well, we’ve almost made it through the first month of the new year. The holidays are over and done with. Champagne and Auld Lang Syne are a distant memory once steeped with positivity and eager foresight.
So you’re asking yourself, what the hell is a Whole30?
Can I actually complete a Whole30? Just lean protein, fish, veggies, fruit, nuts and seeds for a month? No booze, sugar, grains, dairy, or legumes… 30 days?
Yes, you can do it. I swear, you can. If I can do it… anyone can. And it will, in fact, change your life.
One half of French and Farrar, me … Steph … is 5 days into an elimination diet called the Whole30. Two days ago, day 3, I was feeling strangely hungover and sluggish after wiping all traces of sugar, grains, dairy and alcohol from my system. My first thought upon waking up that day was, “what the hell am I doing?” and “I didn’t drink last night, did I?” and “isn’t this cleanse supposed to make me feel better?”
Then I channeled an incredible Sunday, two weeks ago, where I indulged in delicious, healthy whole grains, drank Rose’ and played in the kitchen with friends. Only 25 more days to go, and until then, I’ll reminisce.
I heart-a-chockes. Yep, nothing like one of my favorite vegetables to bring out my really good “dad jokes”. No shame here. “What did the green bean say to the eggplant?”…ok, no, not really.
Nothing about this week’s ingredient has a thing to do with the current situation I put myself in. Except that cucumbers make me happy. On anything and with everything. After years of regretfully lacking appreciation for my time and my freedom, the previously mentioned job which took me away from those benefits, has unfortunately ended.
It’s the first Tuesday after Coachella and I get a sense that everyone is somehow thrilled it’s over. Maybe it’s my harrowing view of music festivals and grouchy age, but as much as I wish I could escape to the desert for the weekend, embrace complete freedom and walk in circles from one amazing artist stage to another, it just wasn’t in my stars. Roasting a bird, however, right up my weekend alley.
I recently befriended a lady who apparently performs a front flip out of bed every morning, to get her day started in a positive way.
I know. I just barfed too.
It’s November, and I’m talking about tomatoes. Probably because they’re still damn good here in California. Maybe even more because I can’t officially let go of summer without posting this delicious recipe. Daylight savings ends tomorrow, meaning less daylight (obviously) and (sadly) citrus. Fortunately the change of season is coupled with more knee-high boots and leggings, cozy sweaters and scarves.