Tonight we had my brother-in-law and his new girlfriend over for dinner. I cooked up a roast dinner more suitable for 10-12 than the five people sitting at the table, but my husband and I love leftovers so I don't hear any complaints about the amount of food put out on the table.
The food was DELICIOUS, although I forgot about the broccoli - and if you're not watching it steam it can go from deliciously bright green to a horrid brown colour in a matter of moments. Too soft, but still palatable.
My only problem was, just how much grease there was. I used no oil in the cooking process, and yet I still got up from the table feeling like I'd eaten an entire pat of butter. Or several. More and more I'm finding that my tolerance for greasy, fatty food is lowering. Not just because it makes me feel ill, either. But its becoming a mental thing, too. Just the thought of eating something hot, decandent and rich in flavour turns me off. A sad day, given how much I love the above.
And whilst I have no desire whatsoever to become a vegetarian (I love my meat too much to ever give it up) I'm finding myself becoming more and more interested in what a diet devoted more to my leafy greens could offer me. I'm determined to eat better, and to be more interested in the nutritional value of the food I prepare for myself and Sam.
I think its probably about time to reevaluate the stock/standard recipe selection that I turn to each fortnight, and reconsider what meals we eat frequently.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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