The Smell of Sickness

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The human sense of smell is often seen as insignificant, dismissed as a distant also-ran to our keen eyesight or sensitive hearing. But this sense is keener and more influential on our species than many people realize. (“The Hidden Power of Scent” by Josie Glausiusz, in Scientific American Mind, August/September 2008:38)

 

I decided on a little adventure! I was excited enough to be up at the same time as the ravens, and into a bowl of ground nuts with a handful of walnuts, a dob of raw sheep yogurt and a glass of home-brewed Illy coffee. Then I was away.

Blissfully unaware that I was to have a shocker of a realization before the early part of the afternoon. People! I’m a dog in a human body!

Okay, let me explain. I drove for 2 hours this morning for the Portarlington Celtic Festival. I got myself lost (that happens a LOT) so I didn’t arrive in town until I was ravenous. The air was clean, the sea, oh, the tang of the sea right up from the deep of the ocean. A short boat trip away from Tasmania, New Zealand and, really, the great Antarctic! Me? Straight to a cafe for eggs and coffee. That was fine. So far, I’m excited…

And everything’s fine.

I cross the road to the park. The major gathering of clans performers, market stalls and food vans. Festive. Bagpipes. Kilts!

I wandered, studying the stalls for something magically Celtic to spend my money on, perfectly prepared to go home penniless. There was nothing. Nothing extraordinary. I wandered and I listened to the pipers but could not get a signal on my measly old iPhone 4 so I have nothing to show you of any of it… besides, I’m just starting to get weird.

I’ve been at the gig for almost an hour, passing families and couples, musicians on their way to somewhere and those kitted out in their most exotic faux Celtic wear, their brogues, their tartan socks and yes, there was a sporran or two, when I realize how fucking uncomfortable I am. I’m in the company of another species and they SMELL WRONG.

I’d been excited! I thought:

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But I got:

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This is NOT judgmental. The smell wafted stronger and stronger as the crowd swelled. I was a wastrel, an urchin, among the portly. And the obese. Other than several people passing me with instrument cases slung across their backs, 90% of the people were really, really fat. And not in a glorious fat way that some people are. Because some people are really, really big but whatever they eat, it just males them sexy and curvy. No.

This was organ fat and blocked intestines and bowels that had not worked well for decades. It was milk of magnesia and built-up intestinal gas. Parasites and gut microbiome that had devastated entire healthy inner ecosystems. The vans sold Cornish pasties and sugary drinks, and pastry this and bun-that, each slathered in barbecue sauce or tomato sauce. And the lines at each van were monumental. And everyone wandering, or sitting with their legs spread, on caving-in plastic chairs, or smiling, pretending that this was grand, had food in their faces.

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Darlings, is this the unexpected price one pays for being amostpaleo? That one’s olfactory senses become sniffer-doggish? Could we work an airport customs baggage line, do you think?

I just had to attend.

Unfortunately, just this once, I had not thought ahead. I had not packed a snack. So I lined up and bought a cardboard container of char-grilled salmon (shut up about its toxicity) with slaw. I paid and was just about to grab my in-case food when the woman serving looked at me as though I was quite mad.
“What?” I asked, smiling.
“You forgot the sauce,” she said, bemused at my stupidity; my obvious senility.
“Oh. Um…”
“Mayonnaise, here…” and she took back my container, squirting copious quantities of home-made mayo over everything. “There!” she said, proudly, moving onto her next victim.

I made it to my car and placed the offending package on the passenger seat. You know. Just in-fucking-case?

And there it sat, burning my nostrils with no name brand, genetically modified sunflower oil all the way home.

All the way back to the city I contemplated. I realized, that like pheromones, our bodies emit entire scent stories. I won’t make that mistake again. But… I was REALLY SAD that almost all those people were sick. If they knew it, they hid it, if they didn’t know… No, they knew. We’re not talking kids here. None of the people I am discussing would have been under 40. Really sad how slowly they are going to die.

 

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Fck You Paleo Bread

I mean, really? Why did we start this in the first place? I know it has no grains but question… When is a seed not a grain? Turns out, that when it’s a nut! Nuts are fruit. So, and I’m very interested in your sourced knowledge of this, when is a seed paleo? I sat and thought about this for ages before hitting Google and then Wiki, and we have to be careful. The seeds of pumpkins are pepitas, yes? But the seeds and pips are not the same. You can eat the pips of guavas and passion fruit, but munch on the pip of an apricot and you’re in trouble (despite claims that have no grounding in science).

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I mention all this because of substitution. The need for bread. We don’t. Just don’t. I mean, do what you want but the more we rely on somebody else cashing in the more rubbish in the landfill and not the compost bucket.

I gave in and bought a Nutribullet, though, and it’s bloody amazing! I chuck in kale, celery, golden beetroot, carrot, stuff still in the garden like beetroot tops, parsley, rocquet, and silver beet. Some macadamias, almonds, some avocado, chuck in tomato and, yes, a radish! And my BCAAs, ginger,  raw turmeric root a dash of cayenne and chili.

Or variations of that theme…

Add water to the limit, and POW! BAM! That’s serious soup.

I pour the goop into jars. Usually it’ll make two. I have all the fats I need with the nuts and avo, all the protein unless I’ve had a mega day at the gym when I’ll need eggs or meat.

It takes me all of 5 minutes to pick what I need, grab the stuff from the bench or the fridge, rough chop it and shove it down.

The paleo bread thing? Well, that’s just bread.

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An attitude moment that I don’t have to justify. Seems to me the internet is awash with paleo faux-desert/sweet recipe. Fools gold, lovelies. Berries in season, agreed. But… don’t take it from me, go Google paleo bread and grin.

Keep warm if you’re in Melbourne or the countryside, and keep up the Vitamin D with all this cloud.

Off to down a steak.

Bon apetit,

Ly x

 

Berry Breakfast

So I have eaten eggs every morning for almost 2 years. Today I have changed that.

Ingredients:

A cup each of organic blueberries, blackberries (bought) and strawberries from the garden.

5 California walnuts (get local if you can as long as they have not been treated with pesticide)

A slathering of Meridith Vale organic sheep yoghurt

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Now. I almost wrote sheeps youghurt. Sheep, like fish, are both singular and plural.

 

Why the change? Craving. Berries are super paleo and chockablock full of antioxidants and other awesome lovelies.

That’s it for now. Eggs for dinner instead.

Bon appetit!

 

Travel food

Today I’m winging it back to Byron Bay to read Tarot for the people there and thereabouts. It’s 11:30 am. For breakfast this morning I had left-over sweet potato, Warrigal greens, chilli flakes, sage and thyme mixed in with cracked eggs. I don’t need to be at the airport till 2 but I’ll ride the public transport system to the airport so leaving home at 1. I arrive at the Gold Coast after 2 hours in the air. I’m being picked up by my son’s partner and there’s a 30 minute drive to Mullumbimby, the shops, my friends’ house where I’ll stay.

Do the time math!

Being paleo means buying most of my food in consideration.

Being paleo also means planning the fuck out of the trip. Hence this post.

I’ve got time to eat a pulled pork salad before I leave. I’ll drag that out till 12:30.

I’ve just ground the seed and nut mix after removing the dried fruit
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ou can add macadamia’s and walnuts to this to round it out.

I’ve sufficient to last me all week but for today I mix about 3 or 4 tablespoons of this with enough raw sheep yoghurt to make a loose paste. That goes in the handbag.

I’ll be hungry between lunch and arrival at the house. Ravenous!

On the plane I’ll have a black tea (don’t EVER drink their coffee) but that’s it.

Fly high and keep well fed,

Ly x

 

BLAT without bread

It worked! And it filled me! What a thrill. After all, there are just some things one still occasionally regrets.
Bacon, lettuce, tomato, avocado and mayo.

That’s it really. Forget a recipe. Grill the bacon, wash and stack a pile of mixed lettuce form your garden, add slices of organic tomatoes (cause they’re not in season here in Melbourne yet), slice an avo and add that, a few dollops of organic mayo and top it all with the bacon.

Huzzah! x

Spicy Pumpkin Soup

This is for anytime you want a really delicious snack. Great on the tastebuds, dead easy to prepare.

EQUIPMENT

Chopping block, sharp knife, garlic grater, 2 large pots, soup ladle, blender. This recipe feeds 3 at one sitting or self for three. Oh, is awesome next morning if popped into the skillet and two eggs poached in it, so I’ll add breakfast to the Categories.

INGREDIENTS

Whatever size deep orange organic pumpkin you want, depending on how many you are feeding.
For this recipe I use half a large.
Well chopped sprig of rosemary spears
Small bunch each coriander and parsley, finely chopped
1 clove garlic finely grated
Desert spoon Ras el Hanout
2 dollops favourite yogurt

METHOD

Skin, core and chop pumpkin
Pop it in a large pot and JUST cover with water, set to boil
Chop the greens
Grate the garlic
Set up the blender, the other pot and the soup scoop in prep
When pumpkin is tender drain half (only half) the water
Pop the greens and garlic into the blender
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Ladle in a third of the pumpkin and water
Blend till smooth and pour into the spare pot
Put another third pumpkin and water in the blender with the Ras el Hanout, blend and add to that already blended
Add the remainder to the blender and blend till creamy, add to the other.
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Pop it back on the stove over a VERY low heat for five minutes, until the ingredients have melded.
Serve with lashings of yogurt.

Bon apetit! x

Walnuts, Macas and a Day in the Life…

Okay, so this is not a recipe. It’s information. Because of this eating regime… Did I write about that yet? I didn’t? I did a little. Here’s a typical week when I’m not travelling…. (I’ll get the the walnuts and macas later in this article. You can skip to the end if the interim is annoying).

Mornings I wake usually around 8:30/9. I love my sleep and I love to dream. Those of you up at sparrow’s fart? Onya lovelies but it’s not for me.

MORNING

I shower and head straight to the kitchen because I’m STARVING.

Into a glass of water I drop a drop of Vitamin D and a teaspoon of C for immune and bone health. I used to also use Vital Greens but, to be honest, with a garden full of organic greens I’m just not spending the dosh at this stage.

I do recommend it, though, if you’ve got anything freaky going on with your body that needs an extra boost. I was prescribed it, plus shots of vitamin B, plus psyllium husk and huge doses of Vitamin C, when I had a crazy bout of mercury poisoning a few years back. Thought I was going nuts. Luckily my doc was savvy that I’m a fitness person so he got my blood tested for any one of a dozen heavy metals that can mimic depression and anxiety. What caused it? The only thing we could ascertain was that I was taking a daily dose of ‘top shelf’ Omega 3s from wild caught fish. Ditched that super quick. The above ingredients leached the toxin out of my system over about 12 weeks.

Please get tested if you think you’re nuts. Most medicos will advise that you have a mental disorder and put you on anti-depressants or something equally as horrid. It could be the above.

So, vitamins out of the way I switch on the kettle and pop a plain black tea bag into a mug in preparation. Then I do whatever egg dish takes my fancy. I pour boiling water into the mug and pop it on the table for later (I drink the black tea afterwards, while reading the news on my phone).

Monday, Wednesday and Friday I then get ready for the gym. Meet whoever hangs out with me on that day (anywhere from just me to four people) and we do coffee together and chat. By then it’s about 10:30/11am and we drive to my gym. I’m a member of Anytime Fitness Coburg. Lovely staff.

We do an enthusiastic warm up and stretch session then pump iron on whatever body part the regime requires.

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(Me in the background filming Nila’s workout for when she goes home to Cairns. Can you believe my shoes? (And, yes, that’s a flanno around my hips)

AFTERNOON

We’re back at the house by about 1 (can be later if I don’t have work that afternoon) and I strip off my wraps and wash the perceived ‘other people who touched that fucking dumbbell before me’ OCDness from my hands and go pick salad stuff from the garden.

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(Yes, I wear a fucking huge hat in the sun. Cost me heaps to get my years of mega-tan skin damage undone.)

We delegate who will chop, pour or mix and other prep, and who will do the dishes later.

We feast on any one of the recipes on this site or variations thereof. Then we have tea and natter.

I tend to work most afternoons, either tarot or writing or editing. One or two days a week I’ll go to Queen Victoria Market, or source any of many whole food outlets, and shop for a few meals. I don’t want to buy in bulk. Not fresh enough. It’s worth discovering how much time has passed between farm and market.

I’ll usually snack on something really small (a bit of left over salad, usually, sometimes a slice of cheese, sometimes I graze through the garden.

Around 6:30 I’ll stop work and make dinner (see recipes).

Just recently I’ve been researching the properties of certain nuts and yesterday I bought activated organic walnuts and organic macadamia nuts, ground them down in the mortar and pestle around 10pm and ate them before bed.

Worth your research. Many other sites also sing the praises of these and many other nuts for balancing your cholesterol. Also as a snack to tide you over.

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Life is good x