My past 24 hours were jam-packed with activities but I still found ways to fuel myself with tasty and healthy grub.
While I doled out drugs during my penultimate shift at the hospital, I inhaled leftover sous vide grass fed New York steak, winter squash purée, and stir-fried veggies.
Since my stomach was growling when I returned to the hotel in the morning, I fried up a frittata with leftover carnitas and frozen broccoli…
…and gobbled it right up.
After I chauffered the kiddos to school, I emailed my dinner order to Asian Box. Yep, you can fax, call, or email your take-out order ahead of time. I love living in Silicon Valley.
When I woke up in the late afternoon, we zoomed over to a neighborhood park and cheered on our favorite slugger.
Post-game, we regrouped at the house and gobbled up the yummy take-out hubby picked up from Asian Box. I ordered the same combination as last time: double order of lemongrass marinated pork over Asian vegetable salad (no dressing), steamed veggies, fresh herbs, cilantro, jalapeno, lime squeeze, caramel egg, and Miss Jones’ Sriracha.
I sampled a piece of 6-spice chicken from my mother-in-law’s box and it tasted delightful.
In my email exchange with the folks at Asian Box, I learned a little more about their ingredients. The soy in their dishes is indeed wheat-free tamari and even though there is sugar in many menu items, you can minimize it by ordering the low-sugar items: Sriracha sauce, all of the fresh garnishes (e.g. bean sprouts, herbs, jalapeno, shallots), steamed vegetables instead of wok tossed, and salad without the dressing.
They might even come up with a Paleo box special in the near future. Hooray!
After we finished dinner, we jogged over to Big-O’s school for Open House Night where he proudly played tour guide.
By the time we returned to the hotel, it was time for the kiddos to hop in bed. Big-O was sleepy yet he insisted on reading his new book, Bon Appetit! The Delicious Life of Julia Child, to his little bro as a bedtime story.
I’m so proud that Big-O is turning into a food snob.
Once the wee ones were asleep, I pretended to be like Diana, my favorite farmer/nutrition educator, and carried my kettle bell all over the hotel.
I think the other guests thought I was schlepping an ugly-ass purse.
I won’t be posting a Paleo Eats tomorrow because it’s my Flip Day (when I switch from zombie drug dealer to perky diurnal mommy). I’ll probably still be tweeting and checking my Facebook fan page because I’m a social media floozy. But be warned: I’m even less filtered when I’m sleep-deprived.
Ciao for now!0