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Paleo Eats: 8/20/12 

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I is back!

Most people mourn the end of summer vacation, but I was high-fiving other parents after Henry and I dropped the Double-Os off at school. It’s not exactly a prison break, but those few hours of freedom each weekday during the school year keep me sane.

With the kids getting their brains stuffed with math and whatever, I’m finally able to commit to a twice-weekly schedule at CrossFit Palo Alto, so that’s where I hung out (and slogged through “Helen”) on my first kid-free morning. I didn’t eat too much before class — just a small handful of almonds and a scrambled egg while I packed the kids’ lunches. 

Post-workout, I ate half a baked sweet potato and a few roast beef and veggie roll-ups.

When I checked my trusty defrost bowl in the fridge, I realized that a pastured chicken was almost past its prime. I decided to season it and dump it in the slow cooker to make chicken and gravy for dinner.

One of the big take-home messages from attending AHS was that I really need to add more organ meats into our diets. My two favorite speakers, Mat Lalonde and Denise Minger, both stressed that organ meats are much more nutrient dense than…well,  just about anything else. As a result, I’ve been sneaking liver into our family’s suppers this week and today was no exception. Right before I programmed the slow cooker, I plopped in a couple of lobes of chicken livers into the pot.

At lunchtime, I reheated a few leftover chard-wrapped braised beef shank and cauliflower “rice” bundles that we served at a recent dinner party…

…and ate it with some leftover roasted vegetables. Sorry, gang — there’s no recipe for the chard bundles (yet!) because I just threw them together last weekend during my camera-free blogging vacation. 

Then, it was time to go punch and kick at the wushu studio. By the time the boys and I came home from kung fu fighting, our scrawny chicken was ready to be devoured.

Only a few steps left before our meal was ready: I blitzed the onions, cooking liquid, and hepatic material to make a smooth, rich, nutrient-fortified gravy…

…and quickly sautéed two packages of Trader Joe’s Power to the Greens in butter with a few splashes of Red Boat Fish Sauce.  I plated the chicken, greens, and a handful of leftover roasted beets, and dinner was served.

The gravy went over great with the kids (Big-O, unprompted: “This is awesome gravy!”) and I’m thrilled I’ve got a big container of it stashed in the freezer.

Don’t be scared, but I’m about to go crazy with organ meats, I tell ya.

Last Day in Massachusetts & Neptune Oyster (8/12/12)

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Our last day at Clark Farm started just like the others, with an egg-ceptional breakfast! (Punny, right? RIGHT?!? Actually, I hate puns.)

I already miss my daily meal of farm-fresh eggs, kraut, and sausages.

We begrudgingly crammed our belongings into our luggage while wistfully peeking out the windows at the peaceful tableau outside.

Meanwhile, the kids conspired to hide the Double-Os. Our boys had no qualms about missing our flight home. “I’m going to stay here forever,” Lil-O insisted. And he meant it. Hence the uncooperative face in this farewell photo:

But it was time to go. With heavy hearts, we piled into the car and headed for Boston to spend our final afternoon in the big city. We arrived in the North End at noon…

…and made a beeline over to Neptune Oyster for lunch.

This tiny, unassuming raw bar and seafood restaurant was a welcome oasis in a cluster of kitschy Italian tourist traps. 

I know we should’ve slurped up a bunch of shooters, but instead, we shared a “Tuna Ribbons” salad with raw ahi, potato aioli, olives, capers, boiled egg, and green beans…

…a lobster, mozzarella, and tomato salad…

…and seared striped bass over ratatouille.

Everything was fresh and meticulously prepared. Definitely one of my favorite meals in Massachusetts.

After lunch, we acted like typical bumbling camera-toting tourists (which we are) as we meandered along the Freedom Trail

…and wandered over to Faneuil Hall

…to witness America’s NEXT! MILLION! DOLLAR! ACT! 

Every time the Double-Os spot a street performer, they mercilessly judge the act like mini Howard Sterns on America’s Got Talent. (My heart bursts with pride.) According to my boys, this fellow was entertaining, but he did not have what it takes to fill a Vegas theater with clambering fans. “It was good, but was it a million dollar act?” asked Big-O. He answered his own question with a firm “No.”

In the late afternoon, we finally arrived at Logan Airport where the boys downed some sushi for dinner before we boarded the plane.

And that, my friends, is the end of my interminable presentation of What I Did On Summer Vacation. You can wake up now.

Tomorrow, it’s back to our regularly scheduled programming of daily eats — which means it’s back to cold food for me. Have I told you how nice it’s been not to have to take photos of everything that goes in my mouth this week? But for you, I’ll dust off the camera again — at least until I get sick of blogging.

A Day at the Beach & Dinner at Woodman’s of Essex, MA)

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Oh, how I miss being in the country. The beauty of Clark Farm is unparalleled, don’t you think?

Last Sunday started at the crack of dawn, when the roosters started crowing and the boys barreled down the stairs like a herd of buffalo.With AHS ‘12 in the books, Henry and I finally had time to hang out on the farm with the Rodgers family. 

We were expecting Bill, Hayley, and Diane to pop by for brunch later in the morning, but I was too hungry to wait four hours to eat. For my first meal of the day, I fixed myself a rolled omelet with farm-fresh eggs, sauerkraut, sautéed greens, and a slice of cantaloupe. 

(Now that I’m back home, none of the “farm-fresh” pastured eggs I’ve purchased locally come even CLOSE to holding a candle to the pert bright orange yolks and thick albumen of Clark Farm eggs.)

By the time our pals arrived mid-morning, I was ready to eat again. Breakfast Part Two!

Diana baked trays of wild boar bacon…

…fried venison sausage…

…and sizzled some eggs in butter.

She also picked some Japanese eggplant from their garden…

…that were tossed in coconut oil before spending a short stint in a hot oven.

Mmm…mmm…good.

Once our bellies were full, we all trudged outdoors for a guided tour of the grounds and the animals.

Bill got up close and personal with the piggies that foraged in the shrubs.

Farmer Andrew spent his day off teaching a bunch of city slickers how he raises the food we eat.

Before heading back to the farmhouse…

 …we stopped by the mobile hen coop to gather more eggs.

Before long, it was time for Bill, Hayley, and Diane to head home, so we said our goodbyes.

Our plan for the rest of the day was to soak up some rays at Crane Beach. First, we stopped at a local Whole Foods…

…and picked up some meat and vegetables at the deli counter.

And then it was off to the beach to splash in the surf for hours.

The weather was gorgeous and the waves were gentle. At the end of the day, we managed to haul back a haf-dozen pails of seaweed and sea shells for the farm animals. Andrew told us that the hens peck the calcium-packed shells, which makes their egg shells harder. And the seaweed provides a natural source of iodine for the animals. Who’da thunk it?

The farmer’s walks (for realz!) on the beach made me hungry. For dinner, we drove over to Essex to inhale platters of seafood at a local spot called Woodman’s — the birthplace of the fried claim! — that’s been in business for almost a century.

A big plus: With just a few exceptions, all the menu items are gluten free.

Yes, I know that “gluten free” doesn’t mean “Paleo-compliant,” but I never said I was Paleo perfect. Besides, you know the saying: When in Essex, get the “Down River Combo” — a pile of crunchy fried clams, shrimp, scallops, and fish.

The gigantic plate of fried seafood also comes with a side of cole slaw and your choice of fries or onion rings. I opted to sub sweet potato fries for a small upcharge.

Crunchy, moist, and tasting of the sea.

We also shared some steamers…

…and Diana showed us the proper way to devour ‘em.

Butter makes everything taste better, no matter how ugly or phallic.

It was the perfect end to an exhausting, fun-filled day at the beach.

Only one more day of East Coast eats remaining!

AHS ‘12 Day Three & Dinner at Bondir (8/11/12)

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The one awesome thing about being totally behind on my daily posts? I can take a breather from photographing my eats this week. And that means I can eat quick, ugly, hot meals! Huzzah!

Now, let’s climb into the DeLorean and activate the flux capacitor.

Last Saturday in Carlisle, Massachusetts, we all woke up groggy, having stayed up waaay past our bedtimes frolicking at the previous night’s Sustainable Dish Farm Dinner. Nothing that a big mug of java and a plate of sausage and homemade ‘kraut couldn’t fix, though.

We zoomed in from the ‘burbs with our new friend Hilary to catch the tail end of Robb Wolf and Mark Sisson's Paleo Q & A…

…but not before stopping by the reception area to snag a box of truffles and a steaming latte from Bolt Coffee Company.

A few sessions later, we headed over to another building for a catered lunch from B. Good Burger, a local chain offering grass fed burgers. We piled our plates with meat patties, greens, tomatoes, sweet potato fries, pickles, and guacamole.

I pleasantly surprised by the quality of the catered conference eats, but everyone I spoke with at AHS who’s been to a Weston A. Price conference told me that I ain’t seen nothing yet. Is it wrong that I’m attending the 2012 Wise Traditions conference this fall mostly so I can pig out at the promised smorgasbord?

After lunch, we attended the afternoon sessions and tweeted until our thumbs went numb.

Eventually, I took a breather in the vendor area and hung out with some of my favorite Paleo foodies, including Cindy and Dusty, Diane, Bill and Hayley, Sean (the Bacon Pizza guy!) and Suzanne, Laura, Diana, and Charissa.

We wandered back into the lecture hall to soak in Denise Minger's funny and informative presentation about meat. Her slide depicting a baby-eating bunny rabbit will haunt my dreams for years to come.

Once we’d bid our friends adieu…

Diana, Henry, and I hightailed it to Bondir, a cozy Cambridge restaurant that features sustainable modern American cuisine.

After spending the day working on his farm, minding the kids, and herding them all to Kimball Farm for an afternoon of bumper-boat rides, Andrew met us at the restaurant. I’d been eagerly anticipating this meal — it’s a rare treat to be able to indulge in adult eats and conversation.

Each of the items on Bondir’s menu can be ordered either as a small appetizer or a full-sized entrée. Because I’m a piggy, I chose three small dishes and forced Henry to do the same so we could try a bunch of items. 

We shared handmade burrata served with field tomato, melon terrine and sumac granité, purslane, pickled green cucumber, garden cucumber, and confit lemon vinaigrette…

…Scituate lobster bisque filled with butter-poached lobster, potatoes Lyonnais, and chili oil…

…Maine sardine and Manila clam escabechen with kombu, cured olives, fingerling potatoes, and roasted clamato purée…

…and Scituate scallops accompanied by baby squash, fairytale eggplant, and cipollini onions, smoked Mangalitsa pancetta, and burnt eggplant purée.

For our last dish, we all ordered his ‘n hers Vermont Wagyu beef shank accompanied by carrots Salardaises, pea greens, and red wine glaze.

Diana and I split the desserts: lychee sorbet, maple almond ice cream, and juniper sorbet…

…and lemongrass chocolate panna cotta, bitter orange mostarda, Angelica gel, cocoa nibs and pistachio.

Sure, the desserts weren’t exactly Paleo, but it was a sweet end to a busy day.

Paleo Eats: 8/8/12 (From NY to CT to MA)

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Our day started in the concrete jungle of Manhattan…

…and ended in rural Carlisle, Massachusetts.

Want to see how we got from point A to point B?

This morning, we packed up our dirty laundry and hit the road. On our way to pick up a rental car, we wandered through the Union Square Greenmarket and marveled at all the stands selling local, pastured meats and veggies.

If we weren’t staying on Diana's farm, I would've stuffed the trunk of our car with tons of fresh meat and vegetables.

While en route to our new country home (at least for the next few nights), we stopped in New Haven to grab lunch and show the boys around Yale.

Henry kept remarking about all the changes to the city in the thirteen years since he graduated from Yale Law School. I know he’s super jealous that current Yalies will soon have a brand new Shake Shack across the street from the Green.

For lunch, we stopped at Zinc

…where we split a shrimp and bacon Cobb salad…

…and a hanger steak with greens and sweet potato fries.

Not bad — I especially loved the fries — though there was a tad too much blue cheese on everything for my taste.

Afterwards, we took one last stroll around campus…

…before heading up to Carlisle, Massachusetts, where we’re staying as guests of Andrew and Diana Rodgers at Clark Farm.

Being on our hosts’ farm is so different from staying in the Big Apple. I love the stark contrast.

It’s a priceless opportunity for our kids to witness how good food is cultivated and grown.

Not surprisingly, the Double-Os are absolutely giddy that they’ll be junior farmers this week.

In the evening, Diana and I tag-teamed dinner: I was on meat duty and she was in charge of the vegetables. I seasoned a bunch of steaks with salt and pepper, and let them come to room temperature.

Diana roasted a tray of sweet potatoes…

…and stir-fried fresh cabbage with herbs and garlic.

I seared off the steaks in melted butter…

…but the resulting plumes of smoke set off alarms (literally!) and brought some unexpected visitors to the farm.

Oops.

I was beet-red with embarrassment — but not enough to stop frying up the last steak.

Here’s my dinner plate:

For the next few days, I’ll have my hands full during the Ancestral Health Symposium and hanging with old and new friends. Don’t be surprised if you hear from me only sporadically. I’ll probably be on Twitter (follow me there!), but I want to make sure I don’t fry my adrenals.

Paleo Eats: 8/7/12 (One Lucky Duck, Shake Shack, & Birreria in NYC)

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Since arriving in NYC, we’ve had meal after meal after meal after meal of meat, so we woke up craving vegetables somethin’ fierce. After researching nearby options, we trudged over to One Lucky Duck, a shoebox-sized raw vegan take-out place just a block from our hotel. 

You read that right: RAW VEGAN. Hear me out before you run away screaming.

We split an enormous pumpkin seed and herb salad (greens, kale, parsley, cilantro, mint, hemp seeds, pumpkin seed macadamia parmesan, pumpkin seed lemon dressing)…

 

…and a zucchini and tomato lasagna which was layered with sun-dried tomato sauce, pistachio basil pesto, and pumpkin seed macadamia ricotta.

We closed out the meal by sharing a couple of raw, vegan “Oreo” cookies.

Yes, I know about the whole cooked-versus-raw debate, and the price tag at One Lucky Duck was kinda hefty, but we loved the fresh, organic, well-seasoned vegetables and treats. I’ll admit that I was kind of nervous that the servers would smell the charred meat emanating from my pores, but all in all, it was a great meal packed with loads of nutrients.

Next, we hopped in a taxi that took us to the American Museum of Natural History.

In all my visits to NYC (without kids), I never even considered visiting this museum, but it was suggested by many parents as THE best place to take the kiddos, so we happily sacrificed an entire day roaming the halls. The museum’s HUGE and the taxidermic animal displays are both kitschy and awesome.

Both kids were dashing from exhibit to exhibit and wildly gesturing for us to come look at EVERYTHING.

Before we knew it, our stomachs started grumbling. Lunchtime!

We weren’t in the mood for subpar, over-priced sandwiches and chips in the museum café, so we hoofed it across the street to Shake Shack.

I love this location on the Upper West Side — efficient lines and lots of indoor seating.

My husband and I each ordered a bunless double hamburger with extra bacon while the kids ate hot dogs.

Cheap, quick, and tasty. Dare I say that I prefer it to In-N-Out? 

We wandered back to the museum in the afternoon and spent time chilling in the IMAX theater and planetarium. (I may have even caught some shuteye during the shows.)

By dinnertime, we were ready to go outside and enjoy a meal al fresco. Lucky for us, my cousin Jennifer had made us reservations at Eataly's rooftop beer garden, Birreria.

I’d asked Jennifer to pick a place that offered a good balance of meat and vegetables, and she told me Birreria fit the bill. She even pointed out that the menu has a subheading for “Funghi” that would appeal to the mushroom-lover in me.

For appetizers, we all split a plate of coppa (cured pork shoulder)…

…and three ‘shroom-centric starters: Pleuroti (seared King Oyster mushrooms with spigarello broccoli, soft poached egg and truffle vinaigrette)…

…Maitake con Pecorino sardo (whole roasted Maitake mushrooms with sugar snap peas, pea greens and lemon vinaigrette)…

…and grilled portobello mushrooms with nectarines, balsamic onions and local greens.

Umami cubed.

Then, we split the Cotechino, an Emilia Romagna inspired pork sausage served with local kraut and mustard seed…

…and grilled lamb chops over a bed of fried artichokes and green beans.

We were still making up for lost vegetables, so we also shared two contorni: spicy broccoli…

…and roasted baby carrots.

After dinner, we meandered up and down the aisles of Eataly…

…admiring all the unusual and hard-to-find Italian delicacies.

And because it was our last night in NYC and I wanted a treat, I forced everyone to track down the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck.

I’m a sucker for soft serve and I wouldn’t leave New York before trying a cone-less Salty Pimp (vanilla ice cream, dulce de leche, sea salt, and chocolate dip).

A tad sweet for my Paleo taste buds, but I polished it off lickety-split as the sun went down.

Back at the hotel, I balled up my clothes and threw them in the luggage while humming Empire State of Mind to myself, and thinking of all the restaurants I didn’t have time to hit this time. Bareburger, I’ll see you when I’m next back in Gotham.

Watch out, Boston — I’m coming to eat you up!

Paleo Eats: 8/5/12 (New York City, New York)

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Melting in a muggy subway station is not my favorite way to start the day…

…but we were meeting Jennifer and JC for brunch and the L train was the quickest way…

…to connect the dots.

Sidney had recommended dell’Anima as a tried and true place to get eggy entrées, and I always trust my twin.

The kids split a fruit salad…

…scrambled eggs…

…and housemade sausage.

My hubby and I opted for spicier entrees: the Pollo al Diavolo (Devil’s chicken)…

…and the Uovo in Purgatorio (baked eggs in a spicy tomato sauce with pancetta).

Both dishes made my mouth tingle pleasantly from the heat, and I loved the moist breast meat and runny yolks.

After brunch, we wandered around the West Village desperately seeking ways to keep cool. Our first stop was L’Arte del Gelato where my sweaty kids slurped up fruity sorbets…

…that immediately perked them up.

Then, we wandered into the Gourmet Garage to pick up water and kombucha for the grown-ups. My cousin giggled when she heard the Double-Os chanting, “Kom-bu-cha! Kom-bu-cha! Kom-bu-cha!” Yep, I’ve got them brainwashed.

Our only planned activity in the afternoon was a matinee performance of Traces

…where we gasped and cheered at the remarkable feats of strength and acrobatic skills in an air-conditioned theater.

As soon as the show was over, we cabbed it to Takashi to meet Jennifer and JC again for dinner.

We all stuffed our faces with raw and grilled offal and beef. Check out this post for all the deets.

I can’t wait to eat my way through the city tomorrow.

Paleo Eats: 8/1/12

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I recently mentioned on the Balanced Bites Podcast that I didn’t always love to cook. Even now, kitchen duty can sometimes be a chore. But I’ve always been a gastronome — a lover of good food — and like most people, I’d much rather eat someone else’s culinary inventions than my own.

When I was a kid, that “someone else” was my mom. Later, my super-chef sister took over that role when we both moved to San Francisco. Fiona worked long hours in the kitchens of some of my favorite restaurants in the city, but on her off-days, I’d do my best to weasel my way into her apartment for a meal.

It was easy to score an invite; I just had to pick up the phone and dial.

[Ring, ring!]

Fiona: “Hello?”

Me: “Hey, it’s me!”

Fiona: “I can’t talk right now — I’m testing a recipe for [FILL IN THE BLANK] right now.”

Me:Oooooh…that sounds soooo gooood…”

[Silence]

Me: “And I have no clue what to make for dinnerrrrrrr….”

[Silence]

Me: “I’m soooo huuuungry…”

[Silence]

Fiona: “Do you want to come over for dinner?”

Me:I’LLBETHEREINTENMINUTESOKAYBYE—” 

[Click]

My sister fed me for years…until she got married and moved three hundred miles away. How dare she?!?

Mooching and eating are like second nature to me, but developing kitchen skills has required a lot of energy and persistence — two things in very short supply at the moment. After a long stretch of graveyard shifts, today was my first day of vacation, so I was all about neglecting my kitchen duties.

My first meal of the day was an omelet and shot of espresso prepared by my hubby.

After I dropped the Double-Os off at day camp, I stopped by Philz and treated myself to a small Anesthesia to the Upside with heavy cream.

I’m a lightweight when it comes to java, so the double-dose of caffeine left me jittery for several hours. My heart felt like it was going to punch through my chest. Ugh.

For lunch, Jackie and I met at Steak Out to hammer out details on a little project we’re undertaking. As we chatted, I ate a cranberry and walnut salad with an extra burger patty thrown on top. Yes, sir: We cavegirls love salads, provided the greens are accompanied by a hunk of protein.

Before I knew it, it was already time to retrieve the boys from camp.

At dinnertime, we took a stroll over to our friends’ house down the street for supper. Connie truly is a superwoman. She’s raising a household of five(!) kind, well-adjusted and unbelievably close-knit kids, and still finds time to knit, weave, grow her own vegetables…

…and keep a smile on her face.

Connie prepared platters of dino-chow for us to share, including roasted chicken and veggies, home-grown green salad, and fresh fruit.

Here’s my dinner plate:

Yes, I had seconds.

Ciao for now!

Paleo Eats: 7/26/12

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I’m back to eating meals in the middle of the night again…

On my first night back at the hospital, I sipped from a big Thermos filled with bone broth and ate sous vide sirloin steak and leftover roasted Portobello mushrooms and broiled summer squash.

(If you’re admiring the cool stainless steel food container, it’s a medium-sized LunchBots Clicks. I LOVE them.)

One of the pluses of being back at work is that I find myself eating only when I’m hungry. (You know — the way I’m supposed to eat.) But all bets are off when I get home. My discipline and self-control have a tendency to fall by the wayside when I’m within striking distance of my fridge and pantry. I sometimes don’t even realize that I’m grazing on all sorts of treats until the carton of mac nuts is empty.

Ugh.

On a related note, one of my favorite snacks at the moment is Dastony’s coconut butter.

Other brands can be pretty gritty (including my own homemade coconut butter), but this one’s stone ground to be silky smooth. (Although I prefer smooth coconut butter, I like my nut butters chunky like MeeNut Butter. Why? Because I’m one finicky mother.)

I slept all afternoon and when I woke up in the evening, it was time to start prepping dinner. As I told Diane when I was on the Balanced Bites podcast, I’m not very good about planning out my meals in advance. My only form of meal planning — if you can even call it that — is to pull some meat out of the freezer and thaw it in a bowl in the fridge.

Tonight’s protein du jour was a couple of shanks from Lava Lake Lamb.

"But wait!" you exclaim. "Don’t lamb shanks take a few hours to get tender?"

Not if you’ve got a pressure cooker in your kitchen arsenal!

In fact, I used two pressure cookers to get dinner on the table in about an hour. As soon as I stepped into my kitchen, I preheated the oven to roast some green beans. While the oven came up to temperature, I seasoned and seared the shanks…

…before tossing it in my Bubba with veggies, bone broth, and a new seasoning blend I’ve been working on (recipe pending).

As that pot was simmering away, I stuck a tray of green beans in the oven.

For my last vegetable side, I used my other pressure cooker to make a cauliflower purée with chopped onions and bone broth.

A useful trick I learned to bring the pressure up quickly is to pre-heat the liquid before pouring it into the pot.

By the time the green beans were toasty…

…the shanks were ready, too.

I used an immersion blender to puree the cauliflower…

…and then I clanged the dinner triangle to get everyone to the table.

Here’s my dinner plate:

I’m so excited that Laura Pazzaglia, the pressure cooking maven from hippressurecooking.com, will be visiting from Italy and doing demos all over the Bay Area next month. I’m definitely attending one ‘cause she’s THE expert on all things pressure cooker. Check out her schedule right here.  And if you’ve got a pressure cooker and you’ve never visited her site, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Later, skaters.

Paleo Eats: 7/25/12

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After three weeks of vacation, I actually kinda welcomed my Flip Day — the day I change back into a creature of the night for a week-long string of graveyard shifts. This is especially true because I know I’ve got yet another (longer!) vacation waiting for me starting August 1st. But before I get ahead of myself, here’s what I ate today…

While we got the boys dressed and fed for day camp, I made myself a simple mushroom omelet.

Then, I kissed the boys goodbye and headed over to CrossFit Palo Alto for the women’s class, where we worked on kettlebell cleans and presses before plowing our way through a speedy workout involving pistols (a.k.a. one-legged squats), pull-ups, and overhead kettlebell swings.

Post-workout, I ate a steamed beet and a mini mountain o’ roast beef.

I’m a little sick of eating yams after every gym session, so I’m experimenting with other dense carb sources like beets and chestnuts. Plus, I love that they’re available at my local Costco in pre-cooked packages.

I spent the rest of the morning accompanying my mother-in-law to a follow-up oncology appointment, and didn’t get home until close to my mandatory nap time. I don’t like going to bed hungry, so I fried up a leftover bacon-wrapped chicken thigh…

…and assembled a speedy tomato salad [RECIPE].

A few hours later, I was awake again and ready to cook up a storm. On my kitchen agenda: Dinner for four, and a bunch of meals to pack for work.

I plunked two packs of sous vide duck into my trusty water bath to heat up, roasted a tray of portobello mushrooms in the oven [RECIPE]

…blitzed a head of cauliflower to make a batch of simple cauliflower rice [RECIPE]…

…and broiled summer squash [RECIPE].

Once the veggies were ready…

…I crisped the duck confit legs [RECIPE]…

…and seared a sous vided sirloin steak [RECIPE] for my lunch at work.

Here’s my dinner plate:

We ended up with a ton of food, leaving me with enough leftovers to pack three lunches for my workweek. Woot woot!