Whole30: Day 23
Seven days left – can you believe it? Nutso.
Now, let me tell you a story about mushrooms. At 35 years old, I have spend approximately 30 years of my life avoiding mushrooms. I thought I hated them. Well, the secret is, I thought they were in a spaghetti sauce that made me sick when I was, like, eight years old. And I haven’t forgiven them since. I MAY have spent several years lying to people and telling them I was allergic to mushrooms. Lies! Turns out, when I was eight, I probably just had a stomach bug.
So a couple of years ago, I ate a mushroom for the first time. Sure, it was cooked in a ton of butter, but DAMN was it good. My world of mushrooms opened up.
Last night, my wife made these Stuffed Mushrooms for dinner (picture of them before they went in the oven). I think we also had other things, but I can’t remember, because the mushrooms were so good it’s erased my memory of eating anything else since. One thing about the Whole30 that you can definitely feel missing is cheese. Cheesiness. Cheesy goodness. Cheese of any and all kinds. I could give a shit less about a glass of milk, but I do like cheese.
In the recipe was this “cashew ‘cheese’ sauce” which … dude, after 23 days, tastes JUST LIKE CHEESE. I don’t know how. Don’t ask me. But my wife and took our first bite of the goodness and then stopped talking to each other immediately so that we could concentrate on each delicious bite. Tears maaaay have been shed when it was all gone.
In other news, we’re all a little grouchy that the gym is closed this week. One of the downsides to working at a University, and frequenting the less-popular gym. The popular gym is open, but is nearly a mile’s walk away. And really, at that point, can’t you just come back to your office and call it a work-out in and of itself?
Tonight is paleo beef and broccoli. Lunch is carrot and ginger soup, with a spinach salad. Today’s wardrobe is brought to you in part by ill-fitting jeans and a weirdly now-baggy sweater. I look like a hobo. An event coordinating hobo.