Welcome back to my tiny corner of the interwebs!
My shifts at the hospital have been incredibly hectic this week ‘cause my work hubby is on vacation. How dare he go on a holiday?
For my meal in the middle of the night, I packed leftover sous vide New York steak and sauerkraut in my LunchBots Duo.
I needed something filling that I could eat straight from the fridge, and this combo fit the bill perfectly.
On my way home from work, I stopped by the Palo Alto Farmers’ Market and stocked up on fresh lox, cherries, stone fruit, and greens. When there’s a disturbance in the Force, fresh cherries can right the imbalance in the universe.
When I got back to the hotel, I unwound with a frozen seasonal dark chocolate espresso PaleoKrunch bar. After my buddy Liz from CaveGirl Eats taught me to freeze my PaleoKrunch, I’ll never eat it at room temp again! (By the way, have you been listening to her awesome podcasts with Diane from Balanced Bites? ‘Cause you should. Them gals are funny and smart! And pre-order Diane’s book, too. I predict that it – along with the Hartwigs’ It Starts with Food – are going to be the Paleo beach reads of the summer. Even my anti-Paleo mom’s putting on her reading glasses for ’em!)
Man, frozen PaleoKrunch bars are goo-ood. I’ve got an emergency stash in my freezer just so I can break one out whenever my night has been especially rough. Yes, it’s emotional eating, but do I look like I care? It makes me a nicer mommy, yo.
After a long night at work, I conked out all afternoon. Meanwhile, the boys defended birthday boy T’s fortress with heavy artillery. It was just like the Battle of Blackwater Bay, only with fewer hacked-off limbs and flaming corpses. (I don’t even know what that reference means, but Fitbomb told me to type that.)
Since cousin Fit Daffy was hosting the party, the food was delicious and Paleo-friendly.
Lil-O proclaimed that the gluten-free cupcakes (yes, PLURAL) were DE-yicious.
In the evening, I got up on the wrong side of the bed and snarled to the boys that I was in no mood to cook. Being a shrewd mediator, my hubby offered to take us all out to dinner at Calafia.
After splitting a plate of shortribs with dino kale…
…and the grass fed filet with cauliflower puree and kale…
…I felt much better.
Until I remembered I had to go to work again. Ugh.
Think of me whenever you’re stumbling to the loo in the middle of the night – chances are, I’ll be awake and toiling in the mines.
