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Paleo Eats: 2/25/13

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Sometimes, I loathe cooking. There. I said it.

Yesterday morning, after finishing my fifth night shift in a row, I arrived home feeling tired and cranky. I wanted nothing more than to plant myself on the couch and surf the web for articles about IKEA’s horsemeat meatballs. (Horsemeat is so Paleo.) The last thing I want to do after a ten-hour shift is make dinner.

But you know what? Sharing a healthy, home-cooked meal with my family is a top priority for me, so I suck it up and get crankin’ in the kitchen. In shades, no less.*

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And because I took that extra 15 minutes in the morning, dinner was a breeze to pull together in the evening. Wanna see what I did?

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Paleo Eats: 2/6/13

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Lil-O was felled with a “hot” throat this morning, so he got to play hooky from preschool. While I made breakfast, my little one curled up on the couch with his beloved stuffed cat to watch cartoons.

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Nursing a sick kiddo meant I had to skip my class at CrossFit Palo Alto. I’ve totally become an intermittent CrossFitter these days, and when I joke with my gym buddies that I’ll see them next month, I’m only kidding on the square. Sad.

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Paleo Eats: 2/5/13

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After a whirlwind trip to NYC last weekend, it was especially nice to wake up in my own bed. I heard the Double-Os stampede down the hallway precisely at 7 in the morning, but I had no trouble popping up; it was, after all, already 10 a.m. on the East Coast. Unfortunately, Henry wasn’t feeling as chipper: he woke up with a sore throat and fever.

Uh, oh.

As my hubby tried to grab a few more winks before dragging himself off to work (to infect his entire office, I’m sure), I made breakfast for the boys: scrambled eggs, sliced apple, and raw milk.

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After dropping Big-O off at school, I filled my pressure cooker with knuckle bones, chicken feet, beef stew meat, and veggies to make a meaty bone broth for my ailing husband.

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Paleo Eats: 12/27/12

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After a three-week hiatus from my graveyard shifts, it’s finally time for another episode of What This Zombie Drug Dealer Eats At Work

For my first night back at the hospital, I tossed together a Crab Louie salad — a.k.a., the King of Salads! — filled with greens, cherry tomatoes, blanched asparagus, fresh Dungeness crab, hard boiled eggs, and homemade rémoulade sauce.

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Oh, and I had a few squares of dark chocolate, too. I can definitely get through a nightshift without cacao, but why suffer needlessly? 

After a 10-hour shift of slinging drugs, I returned home to hang with the boys and cook. First, I roasted a tray of Brussels sprouts and whisked together a quick Dijon and balsamic vinaigrette.

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Next, I mixed a garlicky marinade for Peruvian Roast Chicken…

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…and massaged it on a butterflied chicken.

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By the time I was finished slathering the chicken (under and over the skin), the roasted mini cabbages were ready to be tossed with the vinaigrette.

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I stuck both the chicken and Brussels sprouts in the fridge, kissed the boys goodnight, and hit the sack.

When I woke up in the evening, Henry had already roasted the chicken …

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…so all I had to do was round out the dinner with some vegetable side dishes.

While the oven was still hot, I roasted a tray of carrots with garlic and sage…

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…and topped the marinated Brussels sprouts with a couple of sieved hard-boiled eggs…

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…and crumbled Porkitos.

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By the time the carrots were finished cooking…

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…I was ready to tear into the chicken with my bare hands.

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In fact, my hands were so greasy I couldn’t take a picture of my completed dinner plate. Sorry, Charlie.


Okay, change of topic: Who here is doing a Whole30® starting January 1st? I’ve done two of these monthlong nutritional re-sets over the past couple of Januaries — you can read my day-by-day summaries here and here — and I’ve always felt incredible afterwards. That’s why — other than some dark chocolate and grass fed, full fat dairy — I pretty much eat this way all the time. Do a Whole30, and you’ll not only be a more mindful eater, but you’ll have a much better and saner relationship with food.

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This January, with the blessing of Whole9, I’ll be your cruise director, offering daily posts here on Nom Nom Paleo in support of those of you who are embarking on 30 days of clean eats — so get on board and stay tuned!

Paleo Eats: 12/23/12

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The San Francisco Bay Area was hit by two separate rainstorms this weekend, so we elected to hunker down indoors to stay cozy and dry.

For breakfast, I made scrambled eggs…

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….bacon…

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….and lobbed everyone a satsuma. I’m not kidding about launching tangerines at everyone’s heads — I’m training my kids to have ninja-like reflexes. Soon, they’ll be deflecting throwing stars.

After doing the dishes, I puttered around the kitchen, bottling up homemade kombucha, while the Double-Os performed their favorite Weird Al songs in the living room. After a few weeks of experimentation, we’ve landed on our favorite flavors: apple (Big-O), cherry (me), and Fuyu persimmon (Henry). When the kombucha in the continuous brewer achieves the perfect level of tanginess, I bottle the ‘booch with a few slices of fresh or frozen fruit.

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Then, I let the bottles condition in our cooler for two days before I stick them in the fridge. I’m still new to home brewing and flavoring, so I constantly find myself referring to my two favorite online resources: Kombucha Kamp and Food Renegade. My next kombucha-related project: Setting up a SCOBY hotel so I can share the yeasty, bacterial love with others.

Lunch was a simple affair: Paleo coleslaw and slider burgers. 

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After lunch, I grabbed a bag of apples from the fridge to make a batch of crunchy, cinnamon-dusted apple chips. I love my mother-in-law’s recipe for these treats — I’m kind of addicted to them — and I’ve been dying to make my own ever since my oven got fixed.

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Mission accomplished!

Because of the dreary weather, I was determined to make a hearty, comforting dinner — but not one that would take all afternoon. As a result, I broke out my pressure cookers (yes, plural) to make short ribs and mashed fauxtatoes. For an additional vegetable side dish, I roasted a tray of broccoli in the oven.

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Yep, it totally hit the spot — though using two pressure cookers mean more pots to clean.

As Christmas approaches, I’m feeling bummed out. Not because I have a ton of last-minute preparations — that’s a given — but because my vacation ends on the 26th. The day after Christmas also happens to be Lil-O’s birthday, and even though I’m not heading off to my shift at the hospital until after he goes to bed, it still bites. Plus, I’m now scheduled to work the nightshift for the next seven Christmases, as well as Lil-O’s next seven birthdays. Assuming I stay employed, I won’t have those days off again until both of my little boys are teenagers. I guess I’ll just have to make sure I savor every minute of family time before I start work on Wednesday night.

Happy holidays, everyone!