Mostly notes to self, no diabetes, no celiac, no kids, just food.
Slight nightmare: it seems everyone in my Whole 30 group wants to keep going. Except for me. Even Joe. Wants to keep going. Meanwhile, I had a giant Bloody Mary with my mom on day 31.
So to Joe, I said, nah, come on, let’s pick a new thing to do for thirty days, like, I know. How about for thirty days we agree we will each drink a pint of lemon water before we drink anything else, like even before we drink tea. Water with a big squeeze of lemon? Cold or hot, our choice? Or it could even be lime? Or apple cider vinegar?
And he was like, or how about thirty days of TM?
So for my next thirty days, taking a cue (and many recipes) from Jenny Rosenstrach’s** new book, I am re-committing to making different things, including MEAT things, for dinner. While dear Joe carries around his mason jar of coconut flakes and almonds, I’ll be on a sort of Whole 30 plus whiskey plus cheese plus peanut butter, but will be self-improving via chicken parm meatballs.
This post is both notes to self AND a semi-public commitment. Like if we know each other in real life and you ask me what we are having for dinner, I will be able to answer instead of pretending I don’t have a blog or saying, “apples with peanut butter.”
**As if her public cooking diary isn’t enough for one household, she is also married to George Saunders’s editor.