People, I have had some kick ass food for the last couple days.
Monday, I got home from work and boredom-ate chips and hummus so that I wasn't even hungry for dinner. Then I topped the night off with a hefty serving of coconut milk ice cream.
I felt like Tuesday and Wednesday of this week needed to be a little more deliberate and not filled with eats out of boredom.
On Tuesday morning, I reheated some pancakes from this weekend.
I realize I've been on quite the pancake kick lately. Considering I use oat flour, though, I feel like this is just another form of oatmeal.
Gooey, sweet, melty.
A masterpiece of flavor.
I may seem slightly melodramatic to you, but I was very passionate about this combination of flavors and textures.
Lunch was two slices of frittata with some broccoli on the side.
I. LOVE. GOAT CHEESE.
Since I was off to a yoga class, I wanted a more substantial afternoon snack, so I whipped up this concoction.
Nectarine + greek yogurt + slivered almonds + honey =
This was so good, I didn't want it to end.
I usually only feel that way about ice cream.
Dinner was a game-time decision to get take out from one of our favorite places in the city: Coppelia.
We pretty much always alternate between the ropa vieja and the arroz con pollo.
When I say alternate, I mean we always get those two things...we just alternate who gets what.
It's that good.
Also, I pretty much always mix everything together in my bowl.
Rice/beans + arroz con pollo + ropa vieja = Coppelia fiesta
This morning, after my workout, I thought it'd be a great idea to combine two home runs from yesterday into one orgasmic masticating experience.
That sounds very sexual, but masticating = chewing, so don't give me that face.
Pancakes + greek yogurt + tangerine + honey
DAMN. I'M GOOD.
This was truly amazing.
You've really gotta try this combo.
I found it difficult to maintain my composure in my very quite corporate office.
So, you've been warned.
Lunch was Coppelia leftovers with some additional veggies, which was amazing, but nothing can top the surprise and delight I felt from the result of this morning's experiment.
Do you ever eat something that makes you think, "Mmm. I want to hug the person responsible for creating this."
That's what I felt with my last two breakfasts. Except the person was me. I was literally so jubilant that I made something that I liked so much while simultaneously fearing that I would forget some important step or ingredient and never be able to experience it again.
Thank heavens I write all this shit down so that never happens. Phew. Close one.