I was on vacation last week, and my best intentions of writing each day fell by the wayside pretty quickly. As did my intentions of meeting my walking and exercise goals, and of staying within my calorie budget, and a number of other things. On the other hand, I’m nice and relaxed now.
Better yet, I’ve got my menu planned out and we’ve been eating on it! We’re doing an elimination diet in my household, and my task was to come up with meals that didn’t feel punitive while doing so. I like to think I’ve largely succeeded. We’ve had beef stew, and pan-fried chicken with steamed broccoli, and tacos, and shrimp scampi, all of which was amazing.
We’ve also had something called Moroccan chicken which, while interesting and flavorful, went on the “not again” list. It was one of those meals that I’m glad I tried, but not so glad that I want it again.
In the process, I’ve discovered a few really strange things about food. Like how there’s sugar in everything. Minute Rice (not that I’d voluntarily eat that tasteless slop anyway) has added sugar. Chicken broth had added sugar. Chicken broth! Why? I’ve made chicken broth! It’s chicken bones (or a whole chicken), and water, and a whole onion, and a couple of stalks of celery! I’ve never looked at the results and said “needs sugar”!
I’m sorry. I think I’m ranting. Here’s the Sugar Association’s explanation (tl;dr they say it’s used to help foods brown when cooked, help them taste better, and to serve as a preservative). I find that a bit… questionable, but all right. Whatever. I’ll still be trying to make more of my own stuff from scratch anyway.
Sugar in my chicken broth indeed. Pah.