Just like in the play, Romeo and Juliet have committed suicide.
Only this time, it's blog related.
A spark of interest has resurrected the idea of this blog. For the past few weeks, we've been trying to eat like cavemen. The idea behind this way of eating stems from evolution; being that humans, at least digestively, haven't actually evolved to eat the foods sprung from agriculture, such as wheat, grains, legumes and dairy, opting for more fruit, veg and meat.
More to the point, we've drastically reduced our carbo-loading tendencies. Gone are the days of plentiful pasta dinners and easy nosh of quick pirogies stacked with goodies.
Gone, but not forgotten.
A new era has befallen the star crossed lovers, a time of planning and forging for food once a week, instead of gathering daily which had been their norm. On our day off, Monday, we sit down with the cook books and select at least 5 possible meals for the week and write up the list of necessary ingredients, then off to the store we go. It's been wonderful on many levels. There is no more worries about what to make for dinner or if we have the stuff to make anything. We're also saving money planning everything in advance, being able to stretch ingredients from day to day and making lunches instead of buying them. The real bonus is controlling exactly what we put in our bodies. That and making time to share breakfast together.
Below is a fish dinner we had the other night. Lady Montague gave us fresh salmon from Granville Island, which her son covered in extra virgin olive oil, garlic, ginger, salt, pepper and plenty of freshly squeezed lemon juice along side a citrus raisin coleslaw.
Yes, you read it here first; I ate raisins and lived to tell about it.
More to come shortly!
I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poisson yet doth hang on them,
To write blog with a resurrection.
