It’s been so long, my browser’s autocomplete was no help in getting to chowza.wordpress… AND I had to punch in my password manually.
But instead of reflecting on the blog as a proxy for mortality, let’s cut right to the recipe.
I’ve made these pancakes a few times in the past week or so, working from and tweaking the recipe along the way. It could probably use a little more adjustment, but I like this variation enough for now :).
1 large egg
6 tbsp flour (2 tbsp coconut, 4 tbsp almond)
1 tbsp coconut oil
3 tbsp pumpkin
1/4 tsp baking soda
3/4 tsp baking powder
4 tbsp coconut milk
1 tsp raw honey
1/4 tsp salt
Optional: 1/2 cup (can be varied to preference) blueberries
For the flour, I used two tablespoons of coconut to four tablespoons of almond; I didn’t want the mixture to get too dry on account of the coconut flour.
Bonus: I’ve also been experimenting with the same mixture as muffins. Still a WIP (a little more dryness via more coconut flour might help), but they’re pretty decent!
Pictures courtesy my lovely wife.
It’s been a while since I last blogged here. Okay, a really freaking long while. I’m gonna pretend that “February” two entries below this one is really an “April.” Shit, even that’s not looking so hot.
Much like one might approach a frigid ocean on an unseasonably hot spring day, I’m going to dip my toes back into the edge of the blogging depths with the aid of everyone’s favorite easy-readin’ entry format: the top-10 list. Even better: I’ll split it up.
Herewith, the top five reasons I wish I lived in the Paleolithic, and the top five reasons I’m glad I don’t.
Top Five Reasons I Wish I Lived In The Paleo Era
2. Freaking glyptodon, man.
3. No SkyMall.
4. Chance that the sloppy cave drawing I did that one time after a couple too many fermented berries would become the focus of popular attention and thoughtful scrutiny a million years later; even my crappy bowls might have made some press.
Top Five Reasons I’m Glad I Don’t Live In The Paleo Era
2. Potential boredom with awesome lifestyle of appropriate diet, adequate sunlight, proper sleep. Tempered slightly by greater risk of woolly mammoth impalement.
3. No SkyMall.
5. The Swiffer. That is some simple, genius industrial design there.
Additional contributions welcome. 🙂
Earlier this week, I stopped in at Tom Naughton’s Fat Head blog, as I do relatively often. While there, I took in My Thanks To The Dietary Guidelines Committee. This post takes the form of a thank-you missive to the USDA for continuing to promote nonsensical dietary advice–advice that could end up indirectly providing Tom’s own kids with a competitive advantage in life by virtue of their admittedly superior dietary upbringing.
It was a vegan lovefest over at Harpo Studios this week. La Grande Dame got a large integer figure–378, in fact–of her staff members to sign up for a one-week “vegan challenge” at the behest of Kathy Freston, who apparently wrote a book and as such has earned the right to terrorize at least 378 hard-working TV-industry folks and, by proxy, approximately 11 billion hard-watching TV-viewer folks.
I love combining foods. Perhaps a little too much. I have my limits, but I’ll add hot sauce or lemon juice to just about anything. There’s too much potential in flavor and texture not to try most–okay, many–food combinations at least once.
No wonder we waste so much food. We’ve forgotten how to relate to it, on the most basic and the most complex of levels. We’ve spent so long, both as individuals and a society, as consumers in thrall to a food system that has abstracted us from nature, clouding our innate understanding of it as well as our ability to draw on it for nutrition and sustenance.
Normally, when I stumble across a health article on one of the major portals, my instinct is to roll eyes, brace for a clunky dose of conventional wisdom, and hope some of the advice is as at least absurd enough to be laughable (all the better if it includes some Salad Laughing shots).