Happy Presidents’ Day!

Lincoln and Washington were awesome and all, but my primary reason for celebration was that it wasn’t a typical manic Monday. Instead of frantically rushing the kids off to school, I leisurely got my stuff together for my women’s class at CrossFit Palo Alto.

For breakfast, I reheated a couple of Big-O slider burgers and fried myself an egg in butter.

With some time to kill, I marinated some lamb spare ribs with curry powder and salt that I plan to pressure cook tomorrow…

…and seasoned a batch of chicken wings with Magic Mushroom Powder for dinner.

At the women’s class, I had a super-slow date with Fran, but I’m okay with being the tortoise bringing up the rear. My fellow CrossFitters and Coach Trish motivate and inspire me every time I show up to class, so my back-of-the-pack status never gets me down. I love that Coach Trish, who’s now RKC-certified(!), pushes me to challenge myself and never lets me quit.

When I came home, I scarfed down a nuked yam and quickly threw together a berry salad. 

The kids and I headed to a playdate at my buddy’s place, and this simple dish was all I brought. See? I’m a terrible guest.

Check out the spread that awaited us at lunch: sauteed spinach, roasted broccoli, carrots, parsnips, and pastured turkey leg.

Here’s my lunch plate:

The afternoon flew by and before I knew it, the kids were pestering me for dinner. I roasted the Magic Wings…

…and pressure cooked a pot of braised kale and carrots.

I also had a pound of fresh squid from Siren SeaSA that I couldn’t let go to waste. I flayed them open…

…tossed ‘em with bacon grease, and threw them on the backyard grill.

I roasted a bell pepper on the gas range, julienned it, and tossed everything together with balsamic vinegar-soaked shallots, lemon juice, extra virgin olive oil, salt, and pepper. Calamari salad, y’all!

Good night, Paleo buds!

About Michelle Tam

Hello! My name is Michelle Tam, and I love to eat. I think about food all the time. It borders on obsession. I’ve always loved the sights and smells of the kitchen. My mother was (and is) an excellent cook, and as a kid, I was her little shadow as she prepared supper each night. From her, I gained a deep, abiding love for magically transforming pantry items into mouth-watering family meals.

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