What WOULD Bekki Eat?

Well, I'll start with what I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't eat margarine. Or tofu. Or lowered-fat anything. Olestra is right out. Hydrolyzed, isolated, evaporated, enriched, or chocolate flavored "phood" won't pass these lips.
What will I eat? Real food. Made-at-home food. Food that my great-great-grandmother could have made, if she had the money and the time. And if she hadn't been so busy trick-riding in a most unladylike way.

Saturday, February 16, 2008


I love quickies.

Now, before you assume this is PG-13, or worse, please realize that I mean food.

Hee hee!

We lost our ecological minds and went to the mall this morning. Now... considering that it takes the Fairy Child about 2 hours to vaguely get ready (reason number 3 why she's homeschooled), and that she also doesn't roll out of bed until sometime after 9 am (reason number 1), this meant we were late getting there, didn't stay long, and were late getting home for lunch. Because there's absolutely nothing I can safely eat at the food court.

And thank gods. It's good to be forced to eat at home. This is what I whipped up in a hurry:

I got the fresh corn tortillas from my weekly Greenling delivery, and added some thawed, grassfed ground beef, cumin, coriander, and most of a can of fire-roasted green chiles. 99% of the time that I make "Mexican" I added minced onion and garlic, this time I was too rushed, so I added onion and garlic powders. No big whoop... that's why they exist.

While the beef was simmering in the juicy, chile goodness I sliced up an avocado and a heart of Romaine, and tossed the lettuce with a bit of lime juice, olive oil, and salt. I warmed/toasted the tortillas in a separate pan and... voila... lunch.

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I am many things... all at the same time. (No wonder I don't get much done!) I am a wife to a retired infantryman, mother of 3, stocker (and stalker) of the fridge, passionate fan of food, nutrition, ecology, coffee, wine, and college football. I love all things witchy and piratey. I often cook with booze. I feed stray cats. I don't believe in sunscreen. I don't like shoes and really hate socks. And I currently can't eat any gluten, dairy, eggs, soy, coconut(!?), or sodium metabisulfite (aw, shucks, no chemical snackies.) Sometimes even citric acid gets me. But only sometimes.