Day 78: Okra IS Finger Food!!

When you think of okra, do you think slime? I do, and then it’s followed by a “blech”. However, I’ve always liked fried okra. Well, okay, I’ve always liked just about fried anything, but okra, breaded and deep fried till crispy, then coated in ketchup? Yes, that is the bomb, and don’t worry, when I drown it in ketchup, I use a fork. Usually, it’s sharing a plate with chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, but we’re not going there anymore. (except on super secret, highly illicit food fantasy binges). So, I tried roasting okra because, as you may or may not know, I’m not a veggie fan. Well, I am now. This diet requires 4 cups (or at least as much as I can muster) a day. I LOVE okra. There, I’ve said it to the universe.

It's Finger Freaking-delicious Food, I Tell Ya!
It’s Finger Freaking-delicious Food, I Tell Ya!

Here’s what I do:

Preheat oven to 350

Chop okra cross-wise as if you were going to deep fry (sigh)

Spray a cookie sheet with olive oil

Throw on the okra, and try to spread those slimy buggers so there’s one layer

Sprinkle with sea salt (or Ideal Protein Salt)

Put in oven for 15 or more minutes, until they’ve shriveled and look and feel crunchy

Taste for salty accurateness, add more if needed

Scrape into a bowl and dig in with those fingers. 

“Look Mom, no slime!!” Enjoy!

Day 34.1: Garden Tip — Go Native

Monarch butterfly caterpillar, how cool is that? Oh and be sure to plant some milkweed!

So, a couple of days ago, I mentioned I wanted to plant a garden. I’m pretty much an earth mama too, buy Organic everything when I can get it so when I read this article on the Ladybird Johnson Wildflower Center’s FB page about planting native plants around the garden, and how beneficial (with concrete examples) it is, I got quite giddy! The native plants drew the pests away from the garden, and housed pest eaters like wasps and toads!

I’ve been slowly adapting the yard to native plants, but this is incentive. Please go read this article! I think that no matter where you live, you can adapt your plants!

Geez Louise, do we all go through this garden phase when we hit a certain age? Or is it the wisdom that happens to come along at a certain stage in life?

Day 12: Blech! Veggies… Killing Me


KillerRabbitThey’re killing me! The jolly green giant can take his beans, his okra and any of his other leafy, fibrous, vegetative evil rabbit food and… and…. well, take a hike! I know, I know, they’re good for me. For a girl who just plain does not enjoy them, eating 4 cups a day, is damned near impossible. Well, thus far, it has proven to be exactly that, impossible. Maybe once, in the past 12 long days… hell, maybe even my life, I’ve managed to choke down 3 cups, and it was, to put it mildly, very mildly, not even remotely pleasant or palatable. Seriously, just writing about them makes my throat clench.

I’ve done okay with some roasted Brussels sprout leaves, which prior to this, I actually loved, and roasted until the verge of combustion, cauliflower (cut into tiny, tiny chunks). Salad is okay, but good gracious I’ve got to have some decent dressing. People who say to me, “just munch a piece of crunchy lettuce when you’re hungry” risk a slow and painful death. Celery? There’s another involuntary gag reflex champion, just hope you’re not standing too close. Helpful folks always run the gamut of nastiness, not realizing that their “innocuous” suggestions invoke a revulsion reaction that starts with a weird feeling in my stomach that travels upward into my mouth. Blech.

Dee says that I really need to try to get my veggies in this week, clearly, not impressed with my record setting cup a day average. Little does she know that in the past 12 desperate days, I’ve probably ingested more veggies, than I did all of last year! This, my friends, really already is a colossal amount of vegetables. I feel like a chump champ. I promised I would try. As I went to bed last night, a laid my head on the pillow of shame. I managed less than a cup. I wear the loser badge like a large Scarlet L.

Speaking of being a “loser” I did manage to lose 10 pounds. But MOTHER FATHER SON OF A BISCUIT… SHITTAKES… 7 full pounds of which seem to be muscle. I can’t even talk about it right now. Maybe tomorrow.

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