Category Archives: eating
But I can still remember
Just the way you taste.
See what I did there? So clever.
My flash-from-the-aughts lyrical shoutout has double meaning here.
First, BACON pancake cupcake!!! Had it earlier this month and, yes, I can still remember how it tastes — like bacon and pancakes and maple syrup.
Second, it has been a long while since I’ve posted. Summer, though, brings renewed commitment and a ton of ideas.
And now, Staind …
I’ve dipped my toe in the Paleo waters. And after screaming Bloody Murder! You won’t take my cheese!!! I calmed downed and relented. It’s a choice. I chose. I can’t be that mad.
I was doing pretty well for a couple of months. I even surprised myself, considering all my Mexican staples were verboten — cheese, rice, beans, corn, tortillas. I joked about making a Mexican Paleo Recipe Book. That idea quickly fizzled after realizing it would just be pages and pages of fajitas and lettuce cups.
My strict adherence gave way to cheat meals, then cheat days, finally cheat weekends.
Today, I’m half paleo, which means I’m not paleo.
I don’t feel as well as I used to and it isn’t the guilt. My body got used to zero refined foods and it’s not at all happy when I steal away a chocolate croissant.
….which leads me to my current predicament — Spring/Summer 2012
It’s the season of barbecues and picnics and baseball games. How the hell do you stay paleo at a baseball game? Seriously, not rhetorical. And don’t give me any bs about packing your own snacks. That’s just not the kind of girl I am. This week, I face planted off Paleo and I didn’t even care. (In text citation: Dodgers won. Suck it, Giants)
Since I scarfed it down quickly, here’s my meal in pictures from around the web.
The Dodger Dog
Paleo Confessions: bun, ketchup
Paleo Approved: hot dog (not likely, but oh well), mustard
Paleo Confessions: legumes
Paleo Approved: absolutely nothing, huh
Camacho’s Asada Nachos
Paleo Confessions: tortilla chips, nacho cheese, sour cream, beans
Paleo Approved: guacamole! and carne asada!
Paleo Confessions: Blue Moon
Paleo Approved: Orange slice (Thank god, for that floating bit of fruit!)
A little less than a month ago, I went drastic with my diet. I cut out breads, grains, legumes and dairy products. I’m taking the Paleo challenge, and though I was really pissed at having to do without pizza and peanut butter, I’ve managed to keep my head afloat. I am allowed bacon, after all.
The biggest challenge I faced came yesterday as I was running in the LA Marathon. First off, my routine pre-race breakfast included a slice of bread (not allowed) with peanut butter (not allowed) and banana (allowed). I switched it up and ended up noshing on banana and a handful of almonds. Not nearly as filling. I need my carbs. I swore my stomach was growling before I even began running.
Secondly, and more importantly, my favorite part about running in races is finishing. I love not running so much that I’m all smiles at the finish line (even when previous photogs have caught me giving them the evil eye). What’s not to love? You get a mylar blanket, medal and bombarded with food and drink. There’s water and Gatorade. More bananas and fruit cups and energy bars… and my personal favorite — BAGELS! God, how I love post-race bagels. I’d always walk out of the finisher’s area, arms overflowing with goodies and bagel in mouth.
Yesterday, after I finished my leg of the charity relay, I got slightly depressed at all the stuff I couldn’t eat. No granola bars or pretzels or Gold fish or bagels (sniff sniff).
Ok Paleo-ists, I’m open to some race eating insights because stupid bananas don’t seem so cool now.
PHOTOS (from top): Gorgeous day for a run in Los Angeles on Sunday, March 18. Mother Nature apparently likes runners since it didn’t rain at all during the race (though was still nippy during bits of it); All those bagels for all those runners who don’t know how good they have it.
The sun is shining.
The birds are singing.
Alright, presently as I write from the Los Angeles area, neither of those things are happening. It’s wet and overcast outside my window. But it’s still a beautiful morning because today—on this glorious Easter morning—marks the end of my bacon fast.
Oh happy day!
Or should I just go old-school and serve up some bacon on the side of my breakfast?
Oh the possibilities!
PHOTO: That’s not me eating a baco from Lardon’s. It soon will be.
- Denny’s Maple Bacon Sundae Reviewed (huffingtonpost.com)
- Denny’s jumps on bacon craze (thestar.com)
- Denny’s Baconalia: the perfect recipe for artery hardening (chicagonow.com)
It’s a bacon palooza! Aren’t you happy??!! Ok, I’ve been awful at keeping up with the daily bacon onslaught this weekend. To make amends, I’m throwing everything at you today.
Starting with Bacon Watch Day 31 aka Friday
I got an email from my colleague about the Bacon Calculator. In essence, it breaks down how many calories and grams of saturated fat are in one single slice of bacon. Here’s the rub: you think that bacon’s so bad for you which is why you won’t touch more than a slice at a time. But, in fact, some of the things you are looking at stuffing in your face are far worse. Consider the above Chili’s bbq ribs = 26 bacons.
Read the piece here on the HuffPo.
Bacon Watch Day 33 aka Sunday
Nothing rings more true than when the hunky Old Spice Guy tells you so half-naked in a towel. And what he tells me here, via @GeorgeGSmithJr is that the destruction of a bacon factory is VERY bad news.
Bacon Watch Day 34 aka Monday
Another present from a colleague: The ultimate pheromone. Those Taco Bell commercials had it right… There’s no sweeter smell than the salty, savory bacon… MMMM…
I wonder, if I buy this and wear it, will people notice I’m wearing bacon perfume or just that awesome that I naturally exude the scent??
PHOTOS: chili’s equals how many bacon strips? Old Spice Dude and bacon fragrance
Today I got some amazing news that leads me to believe I’ve been holding Denny’s in a harsh light for too many years.
Yes, I said ‘Denny’s.’
Denny’s — that land of the American Slam and Chicken Fried Steak — is now the proud home of the Baconalia!!!
I’m going to give the people of Denny’s marketing a thumbs-way-up for coming up with such an ingenious name for a full-on feast of bacon. My assumption is that it’s a direct play on the Bacchanalia, the Roman feast of Bacchus, of Dionyssus, god of wine, ritual madness and ecstasy. All terms that I can too-closely relate to bacon, a delectable byproduct of the centerstage pig-on-platter.
Oooh, maybe that’s how people first discovered bacon?? Picture it: During an all-night, raging Bacchanalia, the people dig into their pig and promptly pass out for days. When they wake, they find the remaining meat has been cured into bacon. It’s a Dionysian miracle!!!
Back to the Baconalia. They have nine items on their menu. Some are obvious breakfast items with an extra side of bacon, but they also pepper some bacon in pancakes, on meatloaf and — the grand finale — on top of an ice cream sundae.
Oh, please, dear Dionysus, keep the Baconalia alive and well until April 24!! Lent can’t end fast enough.
PHOTO: The Bacon Pyramid at Denny’s
Yep, she’s got bacon on her mind! And it makes for one of the cruelest mondegreens ever experienced.
I’m in my office where I presume I don’t have to worry much about running into a plateful of bacon. No worries, that didn’t happen.
So I’m in my office, walking towards the window when my eye catches something.
It’s so preposterous and so insane that I think for a second it must be true.
On my colleague’s desk is an invitation to the Community Bacon Awards!!!
PHOTO: Bacon, beacon… same difference
In honor of bowling day, I’m bringing out an old-school bacon taunt from my THIS IS SPARE-TA!! teammate. Originally, I didn’t want to share this because I’m embarrassed to admit that I wanted to join. I had planned to do so on the sly and, therefore, no one would judge me because no one would know.
Now the bacon’s outta the box. [new phrase > something about a cat and a bag]
I will not be ashamed. And if my budget allows, I’ll soon be a bacon-of-the-month member.
I’m currently looking at both BAC’N and Bacon Freak. They’re both relatively equal in their line of products. There’s the obvious bacon clubs that just serves up the delicious meat. And there’s also an extra-large dose of novelty bacon products.
Interested in some bacon popcorn? Got it. How about a wallet braided out of raw bacon? It’s there too. Or set the mood with some bacon-scented candles?? All your needs are taken care of… and then some.
PHOTOS: banner from baconfreak.com website and a picture of their flavored popcorn.
Sadly, my trip to Vancouver ends today. Even a long weekend seems short in this City of Glass high-rises. Yesterday, apart from having a few mishaps on my bike, I traveled around the sea wall in style. We started at Granville Island and walked through their market. That’s where I found the above: Bacon Tomato Salt! How delicious does that sound?!
I would sprinkle this on everything and anything. As you can see to the right, there’s regular old Bacon Salt too.
Dude! This, right here, is why I can no longer make fun of Canadians.
The city and the food has earned my respect and the fact that they have serious political uprisings has made them cool, even, in my eyes.
What I didn’t get to try last night and what I’m hoping to be able to do today is take a sip of some maple beer. That’ll just cap off a great weekend.
PHOTO: Flavored salt sold at Granville Island’s market in Vancouver.
As we like to tell the kids in schools, ‘No excuses.’ I know I’ve been remiss in my duties to update this blog, but life happened. I had other things to do. Some would say that my professional life should take precedence. In this case, I agreed. I put my bacon watch on the back burner (ha… just got that) and now I’m ready to resume it.
And, this is a two-fer. In the spirit of doing more with less or just the good ol’ Canadian sustainability and resourcefulness, this post is both Bacon Watch and a chance to update the masses that I’m IN CANADA! eh?!
Honestly, my first impressions were exceptional. After an annoyingly complicated journey (kicked off by my furious fast-paced packing an hour before I had to leave), I finally arrived in Vancouver. Check out that photo above. I was welcomed by a freaking museum installation, complete with nature calls. Passed by a waterfall with another marvelous touch of Native American art. Breezed through customs. Got my first Canadian passport stamp. And, the kicker, saw Quannicus 🙂
I chose to stay at the most “art-full hotel in Vancouver,” also known as The Listel. So far, so good. But I’ll give my full recommendation at the end of the weekend.
For now, it’s time to get some Canadian bacon! yeah right! Though, it is on every menu I’ve seen since I arrived.
By the way, it’s freezing here. I may be judged for overpacking, but I honestly don’t think I brought enough to deal with this bone-chilling weather. If you’re going to rain, just rain. Otherwise, warm up! It’s spring here too, right?
PHOTO: Soaring art eagle in Vancouver International Airport.