Lindit, as my 8 year old daughter calls them. I ate a whole 150 g bag of Lindt Hazelnut chocolate truffle balls just now. And three chocolate chunk cookies. It's about ten minutes to 7:00 am and I've been up since at least 5:30 am.
Babies. She just cut her first tooth yesterday or so and I guess that means sleep's a bit disturbed with this new developmental development. She's back in bed, but I'm going off in search of coffee and an early start to the day may perhaps lead to a long ferocious blog post. Maybe getting a few things off my chest may free me up to do a bit of work on the ol' feminist project I keep avoiding. The wife and I are presenting Obstetrics and Feminism: How we've become incubators for the patriarchy in a week and a half and we're not prepared whatsoever.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
iron and vitamin C
I woke today knowing I have to reform!! I've been on-again off-again with the breaking of the fast this past year, mostly because I've been watching my food choices slowly fall away from me. I'm back on restrictions and historically, when my choices are restricted, I just simply choose nothing. Food fucks me. So. Fuck food.
Breakfasts fall by the wayside first. And so it is.
I had a baby in November and accordingly started breastfeeding around that time. For the past almost three months I've been thinking, "Man, I bet my supply would improve if I ate more..." Alas, I have probably eaten six or seven breakfasts as a result of that thought. No follow-through, I'm telling you!!
Today I ate a breakfast of grapefruit wedges and two slices that soft, moist, tiny, wheat-free, rye bread. You know the shit I'm talking about. The stuff you can't make a sandwich out of, because it's so tiny? It think it might be partially sprouted, too. Most folks turn their nose up at it; it's not real bread. Well, after a week or two of craving wheat anything, you'll eat that shit up like creamed corn.
The reason this was such a good breakfast choice is because I'm apparently low in ferritin (surely a result of my recent pregnancy). Ferritin is the protein that stores and transports iron in the bloodstream. If there is no ferritin, toxic iron has no buffer between it and our tender cells.
The presence of iron apparently triggers the production of ferritin. Thus, I am eating a high-iron diet. These freaky non-bread things are high in iron. The uptake of iron, however, cannot readily take place without the presence of Vitamin C. Hence the grapefruit.
I have to commit more, to breakfast, iron and Vitamin C.
Breakfasts fall by the wayside first. And so it is.
I had a baby in November and accordingly started breastfeeding around that time. For the past almost three months I've been thinking, "Man, I bet my supply would improve if I ate more..." Alas, I have probably eaten six or seven breakfasts as a result of that thought. No follow-through, I'm telling you!!
Today I ate a breakfast of grapefruit wedges and two slices that soft, moist, tiny, wheat-free, rye bread. You know the shit I'm talking about. The stuff you can't make a sandwich out of, because it's so tiny? It think it might be partially sprouted, too. Most folks turn their nose up at it; it's not real bread. Well, after a week or two of craving wheat anything, you'll eat that shit up like creamed corn.
The reason this was such a good breakfast choice is because I'm apparently low in ferritin (surely a result of my recent pregnancy). Ferritin is the protein that stores and transports iron in the bloodstream. If there is no ferritin, toxic iron has no buffer between it and our tender cells.
The presence of iron apparently triggers the production of ferritin. Thus, I am eating a high-iron diet. These freaky non-bread things are high in iron. The uptake of iron, however, cannot readily take place without the presence of Vitamin C. Hence the grapefruit.
I have to commit more, to breakfast, iron and Vitamin C.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
mmmmm
A traditional West Indies breakfast I'd like to modify for myself:
"fried plantain, cornbeef, eggplant, fried dumplings and saltfish"
Maybe instead of cornbeef, I could do some sort of tasty tempeh or marinated tofu thing.
"fried plantain, cornbeef, eggplant, fried dumplings and saltfish"
Maybe instead of cornbeef, I could do some sort of tasty tempeh or marinated tofu thing.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
miso soup
Just wanted to mention that my breakfast of a week ago Monday was pretty effin' delightful.
Giant downpour out the windows at 8:00 am, sipping homemade miso soup out of black bowls with my sweetheart and a young boy reading an X-Men comic book to me.
Giant downpour out the windows at 8:00 am, sipping homemade miso soup out of black bowls with my sweetheart and a young boy reading an X-Men comic book to me.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
GMO - or, you really shouldn't fuck with food
For almost a month I've been having to sneak-eat food since my lawyer-boss cracked down on my precious in-office snacks (a la "Please eat food in the kitchen from now on, I do not like it when you eat at your desk. You eat a lot of junk food. For someone who used to be so health-conscious you're really hitting the tortilla hard these days...and what's up with all the burritos?" with an obvious subtext of "you're getting fat and I think restricting the places you're allowed to eat will curb your appetite. Plus Mexican food disgusts me and that's all you seem to eat.")
Getting breakfast is a definite problem with this new policy, as I am often strapped for time and always give up breakfast in favour of sleep, in favour of showers and all that.
I do take my breakfast commitment seriously, though, so it's been difficult in the mornings, as it's become a commitment to sneak. Sneakily eat.
Yesterday morning I forgot I was sneakily eating an apple I'd snatched from home. I'd forgotten I had a good stock of organic galas already in my produce bin in the office fridge. The snatched apple was a jonagold purchased from FoodFag on Maryland.
I was very busy yesterday and so it took about three hours to get through about 3/4 of my jonagold. Every half hour or so I'd remember to open my desk drawer and take a giant bite. After the fourth bite, I noticed there was absolutely no browning occurring, but thought little of it at the time.
This morning, I got into the office and selected a nice organic gala, prance/skulked up to my office to stash it, and lo and behold, my 3/4-eaten jonagold, still shining brightly, just showing a hint of black mold around the edges of the bites.
Fucking genetically-modified brilliance, I tell you. I feel like sticking my hand down my throat in a desperate attempt to purge the black mold I can't help but envision developing in my guts. Fuck me!!
Getting breakfast is a definite problem with this new policy, as I am often strapped for time and always give up breakfast in favour of sleep, in favour of showers and all that.
I do take my breakfast commitment seriously, though, so it's been difficult in the mornings, as it's become a commitment to sneak. Sneakily eat.
Yesterday morning I forgot I was sneakily eating an apple I'd snatched from home. I'd forgotten I had a good stock of organic galas already in my produce bin in the office fridge. The snatched apple was a jonagold purchased from FoodFag on Maryland.
I was very busy yesterday and so it took about three hours to get through about 3/4 of my jonagold. Every half hour or so I'd remember to open my desk drawer and take a giant bite. After the fourth bite, I noticed there was absolutely no browning occurring, but thought little of it at the time.
This morning, I got into the office and selected a nice organic gala, prance/skulked up to my office to stash it, and lo and behold, my 3/4-eaten jonagold, still shining brightly, just showing a hint of black mold around the edges of the bites.
Fucking genetically-modified brilliance, I tell you. I feel like sticking my hand down my throat in a desperate attempt to purge the black mold I can't help but envision developing in my guts. Fuck me!!
Monday, July 27, 2009
weekend breakfast
Yesterday I had a truly spectacular nosh just after noon. We were at my parents' house and after a truly challenging night of sleep deprivation followed by serious snuggly snooze, I was wakened so sweetly by a certain someone from my single-bed slumber.
Upon arising, I was struck with a familiar urge to get crazy. I cooked myself two basted eggs, pan-fried yam discs, chopped green onion and buttered swiss chard, slathered a chunk of bannock with my home-made cilantro hummus and got down on that morning meal in the early afternoon. Deeeelicious!!
Upon arising, I was struck with a familiar urge to get crazy. I cooked myself two basted eggs, pan-fried yam discs, chopped green onion and buttered swiss chard, slathered a chunk of bannock with my home-made cilantro hummus and got down on that morning meal in the early afternoon. Deeeelicious!!
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