This morning I screwed up my original plan for breakfast. While at the gym I spent my time thinking about what my next meal would be, as is usual, and created a seemingly perfect protein pancake recipe in my head.
And came home to mix it up:
-2 Tablespoons oats
-1 Tablespoon whole wheat flour
-2 Teaspoons applesauce
-15g vanilla hemp powder
-1 Teaspoon chia seeds
-1/2 Teaspoon baking powder
-1/2 Teaspoon vanilla extract
-Sweetener of choice
-Pinch of salt
-Some almond milk and water until a pancake consistency is met
Then I let it chill out in the fridge while I showered and interviewed someone for my final mag story on the Chobani greek yogurt plant and New York state dairy production.
Then when I came back, the chia seeds gelled perfectly, so I added a little water to thin it out. I greased the pan a bit and poured three cute silver dollar pancakes.
Unfortunately they stuck. Then they royally lost shape.
So here’s what happened:
Since they were so moist, I melded the cooked anemones to make an oat-bake-thing. It tasted the way it was supposed to, so I guess that semi makes up for how unappetizing it looks.
After class and another Chobani related interview, I finally drove my bum to the grocery store. My sister considers clothes shopping retail therapy. I consider grocery shopping retail therapy.
Had a lovely 10 minute chat with a woman by the coffee grinder.
Then 10 exchange students in soccer uniforms bombarded me in the imported foods aisle after they spotted THEIR chocolate and I was standing directly in front of it. They pummeled past me like it held some sort of magical powers. I don’t blame them… I would do the same thing.
With my goods I made this for dinner:
Tofu Shirataki noodles (weird, I know. But I like the chewy texture) with garden veggie tomato sauce, a little bit of cream cheese for extra creaminess, diced onions, pepper and shredded parm. I let it all hang out in a skillet and simmer for a bit so the noodles could soak up the sauce.
Looks like Christmas.
Brussels sprouts and cranberries heated up with salt, honey, and lemon juice.
Now to the socks. When I told Liz I’d never had Brussels sprouts before she said, “They taste smelly. They don’t smell, but they taste like they should smell like a sweaty gym sock.”
Okay, a fair assessment. After today’s taste test, I think I’ll agree that they should be stinky… but they’re not. They have a hint of broccoli flavor, but with added bitterness. I’ll have to experiment with them. Maybe a long roast would mellow them out some.
Then I asked Liz if one could eat raw cranberries. So obviously we tried them before I cooked them and realized that this was a poor decision. But I was happy with the above bowl.
For dessert I mixed up some cottage cheese, maple syrup and pumpkin puree — lazy man’s pumpkin pie cheesecake.
The socks resurfaced an hour later when I filled Liz in on my Chobani story and she said “greek yogurt gives me the heeby jeebies… o0o0o like sweaty gym socks.”