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What the hell is that word? I don’t even know. I definitely did not spell that right earlier. Thank god for Google. Or is Google actually God? Oh stop being offended you crazies. So I made this fantastic dish tonight and don’t even know how to pronounce/spell/think/explain it. Professional. Real professional, Juli. What I do know though is that the incredibly kind Zanna from CrossFit Lodo gave me this Indian dish recipe, which I slightly altered to make it my own. She’s.a.genius. This girl knows how to cook. She may like food just as much as I do. We have officially become friends from sending each other pictures of food. It’s weird, but makes so much sense all at the same time. On Thanksgiving, she made all of us truffles. I was so sick and so full from Thanksgiving dinner that I could only eat 16 of the truffles. Shame.
So I tend to watch some really classy tv sometimes. Like REALLY classy. Like ‘Bad Girls Club’ classy. Have you ever watched that show? Holy mother of sandwiches, that show it jaw droppingly disgusting. With the amount of drinking + lack of exercising + loud voices + crazy amounts of estrogen in one ugly mansion, that show is bound to be addictive. Women just love throwing sh*t at each other on that show. And spitting in each other’s faces. So intriguing.
Ok, but I’m off topic. My new favorite, extremely classy show is ‘My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding.’ Holy bugger. What in the world is going on in this show…
So when I first turned it on, what was on the screen was a bit disturbing. Children, legit children, dancin’ like hoes. No, I’m serious. Like age 8 or so, straight up dancing like they are at a 9th grade Homecoming dance, with clothes from the Red Light District. Have you seen those kinds of school dances nowadays? Intense. Well, anyways, for the longest time I thought gypsies were mythical creatures. I pictured them as belly dancers in mythical stories. Is that weird? I don’t know. That’s what my mind came up with. But this show gives us the opportunity to understand that gypsies are real. Real people who get married by 18, have weddings where they wear extremely conservative dresses (that was a complete lie-please Google asap) and live in trailers so they can get up and travel anywhere at anytime. Ok, my last sentence made it actually sound kind of boring, but it’s super interesting. I obviously like shows that pay a lot of respect for women. Sh*t, I suck.
I’m gonna go listen to ‘Winter Winds’ by Mumford & Sons. It just feels right.Print
Paleo Aloo Gobi
- 1 can coconut milk
- 1 head of cauliflower, chopped in small florets
- 1 sweet potato, cubed
- 1/2 lb chicken, cubed (I used leftover shredded chicken. Genius)
- 3 garlic cloves, minced
- 1 tablespoon coconut oil
- 2 tablespoons almond butter (I used walnut butter that I made because it was there, and delicious)
- 1 tablespoon curry powder
- 2 teaspoons cumin
- 1 teaspoon coriander
- 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes (unless you want more intense heat)
- 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
- 1/4 teaspoon garam masala
- salt and pepper, to taste
- Place large pot or pan over medium heat, add coconut oil and garlic to saute.
- Once garlic is fragrant, add your coconut milk and spices. Let simmer for about 5 minutes.
- While the spices are simmering, chop your veggies and chicken.
- Place sweet potatoes and cauliflower in the coconut milk, cover, and let simmer for about 10 minutes.
- Then add chicken and almond butter, cover again, and let simmer for another 6-8 minutes or until chicken is cooked through.
- Stir occasionally. Add more coconut milk if desired.
- Consume. BE CAREFUL. Someone I know, who I was cooking for, burnt their mouth extremely bad because they have no patience. And they are very child like. I was home alone last night….
Oh, Hi! I’m Juli.
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