Honesty is good, right?
Truth be told, I’m in a bit of a pickle. For over four years now, I’ve had a finely-tuned, complex regimen in place in order to write content for this space: cook something, and write about it. Variations on that theme might include eat out and write about it, or perhaps read something, get mad, and write about it. But the gist, by far, was writing about the goings on in my own kitchen.
So with this whole new wacky diet thing, that’s going to be hard for a while. Unless you guys are salivating to hear more about the “bread” I eat in the form of an unsweetened almond-egg pancake.
I was procrastinating writing a post, doing a good job forgetting that I ever decided to start a blog at all, when I was running errands this morning, listening to Terry Gross (I know, her voice, but she does interview really interesting people). She was interviewing Tom Waits (but, his voice, and how weirdly cool it is), and he was (I think) talking about (I turned on the radio halfway through the interview) times in his life when he just wasn’t writing music. How you can’t just make that happen. He said that he used to take an old trash can, one on wheels, and put a tape recorder in the bottom of it. He’d go roll it around outside, all around different places, and then play back the recordings to see if he could find interesting rhythms for inspiration.
My point being, of course, that I would like to put this entire diet thing, along with every almond in the world, into a trash can, roll it around outside, and see if it all turns into something I want to eat.
I mean, no, of course not. I simply related to a need to rethink & relearn, to hear something new.
As of now, my plan is to stick with the GAPS diet as much as possible for the foreseeable future. This means I have a lot of cooking to do — cooking that isn’t really fun, or satisfying (though some of it is, a new post on stock-making is forthcoming!). Until I wrap my head around thinking grain-free, I might not run across much that is inspiring enough to share.
This doesn’t mean I’m going away. It just means I’m struggling, and trying to figure out how much of that should be bestowed upon innocents. I don’t want to bore, don’t want to write a special diet blog. But I also don’t want to lie, or stop writing altogether.
Apropos of nothing?
The photograph was of my daughter’s birthday cake — she turned 8 last week. I kind of wanted to assure everyone (ahem… grandparents) that I’m not forcing my children down this path with me. We made a yellow cake with chocolate icing — I even used cake flour (unbleached, but still, I bought cake flour). I would’ve blogged it — it was a recipe from Smitten Kitchen — but it wasn’t a huge hit. The cake was delicious, but all of us took issue with the chocolate sour-cream frosting — something was off-putting about it (though, really, if you want a yellow cake, this is your recipe).
Oh, and Happy Halloween! While we will be trick-or-treating tonight, I’ve put a 10-piece candy limit on my children (commence with the eye-rolling, grandparents). They each get to choose 10 pieces each to keep, and then the rest we are boxing up to send to U.S. troops overseas (because what better way to support our troops than send them loads of sugar and chocolate provided by child slavery?). Last year they got to eat a piece a day until it was gone (it was never gone — that’s how much candy they got), which I’m convinced led to the infamous Collective Carter Immune System Meltdown of January, February, and March of 2011. This year, I’m going Nazi, and hoping for a better spring.
Long story short: bear with me?
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