Monday, February 25, 2013
How to eat Paleo on a mostly french island (aka hahaha, ha ha, ha ha)
Typical breakfast: some baguette, a croissant (qwa-san), a thing like a croissant but with raisins
Snack/desert? Cheese, chocolate (ok), fruit
dinners: meat/fish and veggie options were fine, but what were they cooked in, probs butter, delicious delicious butter
Oh! and there is a local ice cream company called Mt. Etna that makes better ice cream than haagen daz and it's not even expensive.
So a week+ there can wear a girl down. You start off being oh so good. Making eggs for breakfast. Ordering seafood and meats and veggies. But with goat cheese and roasted Camembert at the ready 24/7 your plain eggs start to look lonely, and you find yourself sticking your broccoli into the camembert!!! I tried to maintain control of this divergence from the plan, and overall it wasn't like I was eating a baguette + cheese with every meal, but I had significantly more dairy and gluten than I have been and I don't regret it at all.
Did my tummy feel awesome from these choices, well no, but it didn't kill me, and I firmly believe that a good shock to the system helps you get back on track. So if this were an analogy to my falling off the wagon, pretend I just had a 10 day food bender (I shall miss you dear friend, cheese).
*sidenote* Here is one of the many island cats I met while there. Cats/dogs roam free around the island and I choose to name them all, this one I named Martha. She's sitting on a barstool at Bikini beach. Go home cat, you're drunk.
My favorite thing I had there was seared scallops with roasted asparagus in a truffle oil. And there was a tiramisu that was served in a jar that was life changing. Completely.
My favorite thing I made was when my sister and I tried to roast Camembert in the french oven... Celsius is a funny funny thing, it was still cheese, it just wasn't melty as we expected, ya dig? (this may explain it)
But I took a pretty picture by the pool anyway, so there.
Anyhow I'm back, and ready to get back on track, and while I will miss my friend cheese, it's probably for the best that we go our separate ways, I will remember all the good times we had.