Let someone else worry about world peace. I've got bigger fish to fry. Clearly.
Item one on today's agenda: Paleo tortillas. They are really gross. I know I've mentioned low-carb, primal-type dieting before on this blog. It's a bandwagon I've ridden with pleasure, and it's also a wagon I've fallen -and occasionally jumped- off of with an equal amount of
guilty pleasure. Because while in my heart of hearts I fully believe it's one of the healthiest ways you can eat, sometimes I just want bread. And peanut butter M&Ms. And bread. And pasta. Is it glaringly obvious yet that I'm not exactly following a diet right now?? Unless you consider the "I'm pregnant and gaining weight anyway so don't call me out on my carbs cause I want 'em really bad" mentality a diet, then no. I'm not currently following a plan.
The hubby, on the other hand, apparently doesn't think it's "cool" to gain "sympathy weight." Psh. Whatever. So he's currently doing a very slightly modified paleo diet, which is kind of like primal but a little more restrictive. (Personally I think taking away bread and M&Ms and pasta is restrictive enough, but that hubby...he's a little braver than I am.)
As a good wife, I'm doing my best to play Robin to his Batman (you know, supporting his endeavors but totally not being a hero). So I've been combing Pinterest for dinner recipes that fit his eating bill. I figure...one meal a day...NBD, I can do that. But night after night of similar meat/veggie meals can tend to get a wee bit tedious. And by wee bit, I actually mean a lot. A couple of days ago though, viola! I discovered a recipe for "paleo tortillas!" The picture made them look amazeballs: light and fluffy while still being sturdy enough to do the job. The ingredients list sounded promising: lime juice? Cumin? Mmm. I might have drooled a little bit imagining a fresh batch of those tortillas piled high with spicy ground turkey with all the fixin's. And last night I attempted to make that fantasy a reality. And it sucked. My paleo "tortillas" were like very thin, very fragile paleo crepes. Definitely not capable of acting as heavenly little fried vehicles for taco goodness. And sadly, what they lacked in sturdiness they did not make up for with flavor. Which I would describe as salt-lick (If you ever had a pet bunny or hamster as a kid, you probably know exactly what I'm talking about with that one) with an oddly sweet aftertaste. I guess the moral of this story is, if it seems to good to be true then it probably is. And that, my friends, is really the only point to this whole post.
Also, did you hear that Clay Aiken is running for Congress? I read that on Yahoo News this morning while I was being "productive" at work. And I don't even know what to say except….no.
**I would just like to mention for the record, that I attempted to salvage the tortilla/crepe debacle by covering them with ice-cream. Yep, still bad. And that is the true test.