So, Kyle’s been out of town for the week and my eats have been simple and repetitive.
Let’s start with lunches. I don’t know why. Maybe because I photographed them the most.
Sautéed kale, butternut squash, avo, coconut flakes, and Bragg’s aminos.
Oh hi there kabocha squash that I roasted to sweet perfection. I think I may have to re-rank kabocha squash above butternut because seriously, this was SUCH a good one. I ate it throughout the week for lunch. On the right: quinoa and kale, avocado, and squash.
Spinach, (more) kabocha, chicken and avocado.
And basically the same thing but with eggs…which I then coated in nooch for days.
Caesar salad with the leftover chicken that P didn’t et the previous day.
Quinoa, broccoli, hard boiled eggs, carrots, and nooch.
Ok, onto breakfast.
I made two loaves of zucchini bread (on the late night – hence the crap lighting) and then one loaf pan had too much so I put it in a glass pyrex and baked it up. The next morning I added a big blob of sun butter on top. Yums.
Eating zucchini for breakfast feels healthy, even though it’s basically cake. Let’s keep the illusion alive, yeah?
Leftover strata (broccoli and tomato and goat cheese) from the huge pan I made for house guests staying with us last weekend.
Udi’s GF bagel with avo and a fried egg. I’m into pepper lately. Weird.
And I guess that’s all I photographed. Obviously the rest of my breakfasts were the same lame thing I always have (GF toast with avo and eggs).
Now for dinners…the most random of all the meals…because for some reason at the end of the day it seems like I run out of steam to put in the effort juuuuust before the finish line. Ugh. When Kyle’s here we all have bomb dinners. Why do I not plan ahead and cook when it’s just me? Whatever. In the end, it was all yummy. Just not picturesque. You’ll see…
Let’s call this roasted potato pizza bowl mess.
Ok, so I was craving pizza…but then I didn’t want to have gluten (I’ve been slipping up a lot lately – why do I seem to go to mom meet ups that always have donuts!?!? – and getting headaches, bloating, etc.) so I decided to make roasted potatoes and then add pizza like toppings. I had red potatoes so that’s why I went with those over something more normal like gf bread. I even had unopened daiya shreds on hand (because I had been craving it earlier in the week). It was a sign right? But then the shreds were cheddar not mozzarella, so that kinda made things weird. But it gets weirder. After I added marinara I decided the other half of the avocado P ate for dinner would be good on top too. Oh and then I felt bad for not having a vegetable, so I threw carrots on top. Makes no sense as I type this. So now that I’ve written it all out, it seems like a completely nonsensical thought process, but who cares because it was delish!!!!!
I was really excited to read the daiya label saying it had no allergens and was even made in a facility without allergens, and then I gave a piece to P to try and he wanted nothing to do with it. Whatever, more for me. It’s frankenfood anyway, so I’m kinda glad he didn’t like it. I haven’t caved and bought faux foods in soooo long, but daiya is really dang good. Back to real food…
Baked spaghetti with spinach and goat cheese.
Full disclosure, I made this the night before Kyle left, so the leftovers were what I actually ate while he was away. Lest you think I did that whole pan for myself.
Ugh. The worst of the worst (effort wise, not taste – it was delicious) was this Amy’s GF DF mac n cheese. As you can see I felt guilty about the veggie situation again and threw carrots on the problem. I’m the lamest.
I have no more photos and that’s probably for the best. The Halloween candy is the biggest source of danger. The good news is that P and I haven’t skipped exercising a single day while he’s been gone so that’s worth noting.
Kyle’s home for one day this weekend then he’s off again, so I really have to get my act together. I cannot continue on eating this way.
This munchkin keeps me busy all day long (that’s a fake injury under than band-aid that he insisted he wear). I don’t even know how he remembers what a band-aid is since he’s only worn one once several months ago when he burnt his thumb, but sure enough, he hit his hand on something and instead of the usual kiss to make it all better he surprised me by asking (demanding?) a band-aid. Hilarious. I obliged and out of convenience he switched which finger needed the band-aid right before I applied it (because it would have been in the way if it were on his thumb sucking thumb). He was super excited by it when I took this picture but announced “all done, bye bye band-aid” 4 seconds later. Gotta love it.
