The Week in Recipes: oh hiya

I’m back from Turkey by about a week and, wow, food wise, last week was a shambles. To be fair, we were mostly too tired and immediately too busy to even care about shopping for the week.

Two days back from Turkey, I went for an appointment with an adorable nutritionist. As someone with fibromyalgia that has gotten a lot worse over the last year, I’m desperate to try everything that might help. Adorable Nutritionist has advised me to try cutting out dairy, refined carbohydrates, and refined sugar. The dairy and sugar part are easy to understand, but the carbohydrates I’ve been struggling over. Mostly I know: no more white rice (SOBBING), white flour, or bread. I’ve also been advised to try and eat oily fish three times a week.

I didn’t start straight away, partly because we had dairy products (like yoghurt) and chocolate from duty free. I hate waste and I couldn’t let Aaron eat all that chocolate by himself. ALSO, we had a wedding to go to, whoo! Bit late to say: could you make my dinner very specific, thanks.

But, on a trip to the shops for some semblance of dinner, I found a HELL OF A LOT OF FISH in the reduced section of Tesco. I came home with five pieces of Vietnamese cobbler, six tuna steaks (they are small), and one whole salmon. “Hi, honey, I’m home!” I cried, lugging a small whale over the doorstep and shoal of fish. Luckily, fisherman Grandad came over and helped me skin, de-bone, and chop up the salmon into fillets. There is a lot of frozen fish in our freezer right now.

Without further ado…

Wednesday

salmon dinner

A plate full of STUFF

Baked salmon, crispy seaweed, poached eggs & asparagus

Funnily enough, a perfect Food Lover magazine (issue 47) was delivered to my workplace with loads of perfect vegetarian recipes, so lots of supplements for refined carbs and meat because vegetarians need to find healthy ways of getting their protein, which comes from things like legumes, nuts, wholegrains, quinoa, etc. The meal in the picture above? Yeah, pretty lush. A lot of howevers, however. First of all: I lined my baking tray the Dad Taught Me How Way. Examples A and B:

  • Line your tray with foil and arrange food. Fold the excess foil over to make a mostly air-tight tent over the food – this keeps the moisture in your fish and veg, rather than it evaporating and leaving you with leather for dinner. Try not to wrap it too tight that you’ll struggle to unwrap it when it’s piping hot, mind you.
  • Next however with this recipe is: way too much oil involved. Kinda spoiled it for me – I like to TASTE my luscious fish. Squeeze lemon juice over your fish and asparagus instead, it will keep your ingredients just as moist, especially if you’re doing the magic foil tent.
  • Next however: I never boil eggs, I’ll be honest, but the photo you CAN’T see is that “make a whirlpool and crack your eggs into it” is egg suicide. Mine looked like a fucking hairnet for the school lunch-lady, so my next egg I just gently plopped into the NOT SWIRLING VORTEX OF WATER like a sane person.
  • Final howevers: we replaced millet with bulgarwheat because I couldn’t find millet for the life of me, and the nori seasweed was dry as tissue paper – not sure I enjoyed it as an addition. Overall: yeah, I’d make it again. Bon appetite.

Thursday

Wedding day!

My other cousin got married to his high-school sweetheart on May the 4th (get it?). A lovely day, with lovely food. That I took no pictures of, whoops. Who cares? My cousin got married and that’s awesome *tears up some more*.

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Body Positive Panda Feelings

As men and women of all ages suffer self-deprecating thoughts about their physical appearance, it’s easy to feel isolated within that self-hatred. Why? Because fat-shaming. We’ve become so used to idealising images of toned celebrities that we try to pretend such physiques don’t require a strict and active lifestyle to not only achieve but also maintain.

We feel isolated because even as some of our friends tell us “it doesn’t matter, love yourself,” a part of us still feels the pressure to be skinny and/or fit. Like we’ll be scorned for coming to terms with a non-super-fit lifestyle and looking chunky, especially when you have an ugly part of society with an internet connection shaming Lady Gaga at the Super Bowl for having a tummy that wobbles slightly. Never mind the fact that it takes a diaphragm of absolute STEEL to sing and dance at the same time.

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When a family member tells us we’ve put on weight, it tells us that even those we love the most can’t help but project a “better image” onto us. It shows that, deep down, too many people are hung up with achieving Hollywood bodies.

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