Want to avoid the holiday fifteen this year? Check out my recipe for garbanzo beans with shredded brussels sprouts and vegetarian sausage on Marcus Samuelsson’s blog! It’s so quick, easy, and healthy that you’ll have no excuses not to eat right in the days leading up to the big day!
Today really crazy things are going to happen.
We are going to make souffles. (Kind of.)
We are not going to be afraid of their super fancy French name.
We are not going to stress eat half the container of ricotta that we are supposed to put in the souffles because that fancy French name is totally getting to us no matter how hard we try to fight it.
We are totally allowed to stress eat some spinach. (As. If. We’re not that stressed.)
The thought of using Iceberg lettuce any day of the week, let alone on a Friday when we should be drinking beers and eating cupcakes with reckless abandon definitely makes my skin crawl.
A really weird reaction to have to such a boring crisp flavorless nutritionally void innocuous vegetable, I know. But, as I’m sure Freud would confirm, it’s totally my mother’s fault. Five gazillion too many dinner salads that consisted only of the aforementioned perpetrator, out-of-season tomatoes, and a cup of 100-calorie-a-tablespoon blue cheese dressing later, and this is what happens.
It’s a learned reflex.
The honest to butternut squash truth (can you think of a better vegetable to swear on? Because I can’t.) about my history with exercise is that I woke up one morning in college and decided to go to the gym.
I kind of wish this weren’t true, but I did it because of a boy. I had been dating someone and he just randomly stopped returning my calls err umm…AIM messages. I’m sure I spent a few days crying and mulling over the reasons why he decided on that specific day at that specific time to jump ship. And came to the conclusion that, whatever his sordid reasoning (though I later found out he was struggling with a major depressive episode and that it really had nothing to do with me), I never wanted to feel like a guy didn’t like me because of the way I looked. I never again wanted to feel like my weight was an issue. And while I couldn’t control whether someone liked my personality or the color of my hair, I could control my weight and at least make sure that it wasn’t something I was insecure about.
So to the gym I went. And went. And went. Every day thereafter.
Ever and anon.
An oldie but a goodie, I wrote about this recipe last year but thought it could use a refresher since it’s so perfect for holiday entertaining! Check out my post about it over at Marcus Samuelsson’s blog!
When you are prohibited from running marathons (at least until next November when everyone no one in their right mind will try to stop you from hitting the streets of NYC for 26.2 miles). (Mom, I’m talking to you.)
You have to get your adrenaline rush on somehow.
And no, road biking will never quite do, no matter what your orthopedist thinks your parents should get you for Christmas.
But cookie baking? That’s an untapped source of excitatory neurotransmitters, right there. A black market of endorphins, if you will.
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
