Today I'm not quite feeling my best after a Christmas function last night. That's not because of the alcohol (only two glasses of bubbly) but because I stuffed my face with the breads and dips.
That bread-munching achieved the immediate goal of stopping the bubbly going to my head, but today I have that peculiar 'sleepy eyes' feeling that happens after I eat wheat. I'm certainly not allergic to wheat, or gluten, but it wipes out my energy in a strange way that no other foods do. What can I say? I'm a sensitive little flower. :D
Tonight I'm getting dose of culture with
The Intouchables (subtitles = culture, right?), along with some gossip and girl time - girls' night out! woohoo! This morning was devoted to a different type of culture: the bacterial sort.
It's time for another batch of Kraut.
Given the
terrible thing that happened last time, I personally inspected every leaf. It took a while, but my conscience is clear.
The technique I'm using is classic sauerkraut-making. There are only three ingredients: cabbage, salt and the natural bacteria resident on the cabbage leaves. The method is simply massaging the salt-sprinkled, finely chopped cabbage in a 'squeeze and drop' motion, until it becomes soft and there is a pool of brine in the bottom of the bowl.
Today the phone rang and I abandoned my cabbage mid-squeeze. When I got back to it, I was surprised to find that the salt had continued to pull the water out and there was a lot more brine than before I took the call. It's like magic.
The covered bowl is sprouting buckwheat.
I also whipped up a bowl of almond cheese.
When I say 'whipped up', I mean 'spent half and hour shelling 300g of sprouted, blanched almonds'. Can't complain though. The sun is out and I did the job outside, while simultaneously giving Razzy a pep talk about the diet.
He's losing the will to live.
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| I can't take one more day of diet food.. |
Like every naturally thin creature, Monty quickly tired of the fat-related conversation and started drawing attention to himself with crazy dance moves.
Somebody forgot to tell him that he's the human equivalent of 85 years old. I think that cat's going to be with us a long, long time. He's not had a sick day in his life, apart from a broken leg (probably from indulging in age-inappropriate activities or dangerous explorations to the weak end of a tree branch).
I hope your weekend is starting well and that there is some lazing in the sun involved. Any big plans?
How is the Christmas shopping going? (*starts to hyperventilate a little*)
