I want to give a plug
for118 cafe in Winter Park,FL. We took my father there for his 74th birthday! Now granted this was not his idea of a birthday dinner after eating semi-raw at his crazy daughter’s house all month. My younger brother and wife came along, so between all of us we ordered almost all the main dishes and had fun tasting each one. Dad, unfortunately, in his effort to remain “normal” ordered the least tasty of the selections. He did seem to prefer Mom’s Pad Thai dish but, while she did share some, she didn’t want to trade completely for his less inspired choice. The problem with his “Traditional Italian” dish was that it looked like spaghetti and meatballs, but was not hot and pasta rich like Dad is used to, so it left him feeling like it was a little bland. My husband’s taco salad was delicious and large. My arugula salad with avocados was also great but Dad didn’t know what arugula was and claims to hate avocados. Younger brother had basil pesto wrappers with macadamia nut cheese inside. The restaurant totally accommodated his allergy to raw almonds by switching which nuts they used. Dad tied a taste of his and pronounced it good, but wouldn’t have dared order something he couldn’t identify. Sister-in-law’s lasagna was hearty and lovely. Dad said he wished the sauce from the lasagna had been on his “spaghetti”. “It would’ve been better with that,” was his comment. Dessert saved the day, although by this time Dad didn’t dare order anything and said he would take a taste of the others. After I could tell that he wished he had ordered his own ice cream. We sampled cheesecake, chocolate hazelnut torte, banana ice cream and s’mores. They were all delicious and rich! The hostess was very informative and encouraging about eating raw. I can’t say we have Dad on board totally, but he has made statement like, “I can see that incorporating more raw into my diet would be good for my health.” Hey, who says you can’t teach and old dog new tricks?
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Against the Tide
The holidays took their toll on 100% raw. Then my parents decided to take a snowbird trek to our house until March. That has been an interesting ride. Mom is pretty supportive of our “different” way of eating. Dad, on the other hand, has chosen to play “devil’s advocate” – demanding an answer for why dairy isn’t good, why meat isn’t healthy and why the documentaries we have chosen to watch are more reliable than those put out by the FDA! This has been wearing! After making him a beautiful vegetable lasagna and watching him eat each bite with a bit of butter, I decided that I was spending too much time thinking about food each day in terms of “what could I feed Dad that would make him happy and healthy?” I was also eating more myself as I spent too much time in the kitchen and taste-tested my vegetarian recipes. I don’t even like cooking, but I hoped I could win him over. I thought I was making headway when he announced that he had to cut his diabetic insulin in half; until he explained that he was now annoyed that he had to be bothered with monitoring his blood. He stated that he simply wants to lose belly fat and then go back to his old way of eating, so he will tolerate our weirdness “for awhile”. Alas, all my efforts only confirmed what I should have known – that each person has to be “transformed by a renewing of his own mind” and until a person is ready to make a change for their own reasons, you really can’t convince them. So, I am going back to making my own very simple raw menus. We have ripe fruit on our grapefruit and orange trees in the backyard, so my choices are very easy. I am going to let Dad figure out his own thing while I munch on my grapefruit. Perhaps, you also have someone in your life who wants to argue more than cooperate with your personal choices. My advice is to stop trying to fight them. It’s like swimming against the tide. Turn yourself around, walk out of the room and paddle yourself off to still waters. And take some raw food with you – you will feel better!
Raw for the Holidays
Okay, I have to admit that staying completely raw for the holidays is a challenge. I’ve been invited to a cookie swap, my parents are coming for a visit, and as soon as it gets chilly I want to embrace something that is warmer than 118 degrees! So, I am just going to celebrate each raw victory and not berate myself when traditional holiday fare makes little sneak appearances! I made a nice kale salad today. The dark green of the kale is a very Christmas color, some cubed tomatoes add the ornamentation and pine nuts add little bits of golden glow.This is how I make it: I roll the stiff dark green leaves into a hotdog like shape and then cut from the ends to make ribbon strips. I toss these cut pieces into my large salad bowl. Then I drizzle the dressing (equal parts lemon or lime juice with olive oil. A quarter cup is enough for the whole bowl.) I almost forgot to say that you should sprinkle it with a little sea salt. I am glad that someone eventually told me that I needed to massage the kale to make the salad good. Then with clean hands or food gloves, I squeeze the leaves vigorously mixing them liberally in the dressing. About one Christmas song will be long enough for this kale massage. This activity “wilts” the leaves just like steaming or cooking would. Then I add the tomatoes and pine nuts. Yummy!
Raw Food Demo Friday 10/21/11
Tomorrow I’m going over to my sister Holly’s house to show a bunch of ladies what I’m learning concerning eating and preparing raw foods. After 30+ years of cooking the SAD – Standard American Diet, I am jumping into a new paradigm. Plant based food, in it’s uncooked form is the healthiest and best for us. I should have known this after reading Genesis 1:29, but how easy it is to breeze over Truth and be Deceived by something else that “sounds good” or “tastes good” or “that everyone else is doing”. Those indicators don’t mean it is good for us. So, I’m learning a new way to think about food and enjoying the process – and I’m thirty pounds lighter and loving the feeling of that as well. This is where I blog my journey.