Lesson learned
It’s like going to the grocery store hungry. Bad idea.
Lesson learned
It’s like going to the grocery store hungry. Bad idea.
Some folks like hanging out here when fasting, seems masochistic to me but it takes all kinds!
Thai Dinner
Tom Kha Kai and Bok Choy sautéed with Preserved Salted Radish.
Tom Kha Kai
Chicken Coconut Milk Soup with Galangal
I learned today that if you had bacon and eggs for breakfast this pushes my daily macros to the limit!
Zucchini pizza rounds. One of my long-time favorites, well before Keto! I only planned on eating 12 but, finished all of them before I knew what was happening
Well, I was supposed to be doing the no dairy thing, but I found ground beef at my grocery store. I’m pretty sure when that happens you are legally required to make tacos.
But now I am completely out of dairy, so I’m going to try a week without starting tomorrow. (Going to an American friend’s house for dinner tonight, and there will be dairy.)
Carnitas naked burito for lunch, but no dairy this week
beef and veg with peanut sauce. Watch out for the peanut sauce! I didn’t make my own and it was really high in carbs. Dang
I can confirm, I had a full-on encounter last week. I was innocently browsing the meat counter at my local Metropolitan Market last week and came across some 80% ground beef. I made the mistake of completely ignoring it instead of spontaneously making tacos on the spot close to where I’d found the ground beef. I noticed the butcher looking quite irritated and on the phone to someone, and had no idea who at the time. It later became apparent when I tried to leave the store after only buying some ribeye steaks and cream cheese. I was tackled to the ground by one of Washington State’s finest police constables, who blared at me:
“Did you make any tacos just now?”
Confused, I said no. Why would I be making tacos? I just wanted to buy some steaks.
“Did you find some ground beef in this grocery store?”
I had to ponder this for a few seconds longer due to the cognitive load placed on me, working out how best to speak while a heavy-built police constable with a thick moustache held my hands behind my back and stopped me from moving.
I replied that I remembered seeing some ground beef, nothing special, just the usual 80% I often see in the store and I didn’t quite fancy some that night. The enforcer of the law snarled back:
“Do you know the law? Are you trying to go to jail?”
I then stopped pretending to be ignorant because, of course, it had been drilled into us at school since an early age that if we see ground beef in a grocery store, we are legally required to make tacos. It was more important to know that than your multiplication tables, at least where I spent my educational years. I apologised, pleaded for a second chance instead of a trip to the station, and was ordered to return to the meat counter. I picked up my mandatory pound of 80% ground beef, a few avocados, sour cream and cheese, and in the bread aisle they even sold some keto-friendly tortillas. I made tacos until the rozzer was happy again and allowed me to return home to cook the ribeyes I actually wanted to eat for dinner.
Why do you think I moved to China? Tired of having to eat tacos every time I go to the dang store. Now it just happens once every few months.
The thing I hate the most is when you go to a really good taqueria. You sit down to have a decent meal and if you’re not careful, you either order ground beef tacos or you see someone making such tacos in the kitchen. The next minute you know, you sigh, as you have to head to the kitchen and start making the legally-required tacos. Last time I went to a really good one near my office, I was stuck there for hours because so many people found the ground beef and the kitchen got a bit crowded.
This place is seriously good and locally quite popular for their tacos and burritos. I headed there with my team for lunch and ordered carne asada tacos, spicy, cheese, extra guacamole, no tortillas. I always have to request no tortillas twice whenever I order there but they always get it right. Looks a mess (especially the lovely shadow!) but tastes delicious (and TRULY spicy).
Really simple. Cooked fast. Tasted amazing.
Until I moved to the US, I thought “BBQ” meant cooking up some burgers in your garden, what our Australian friends would call a “barbie”. Nope, it’s a whole other cuisine that’s great (pass on the sauces though, baths of sugar that they are). A new place opened up near my office and they sell the most amazing brisket (I can quite happily chow down a pound of it for lunch). This day I ordered half a pound of brisket, and half a pound of pulled pork. The owner is a great guy.
A couple of bratwursts with a fried egg enjoying the view from atop some corned beef. Happy belly.
Grab and go – doubled-up carnitas, sour cream, cheese, guacamole, “a bit” of romaine (I ended up leaving most of it). Great for when plans change or never existed and I find myself hungry and with zero time to think about it.
Yes! Of all the places I could have purchased this, I happened to come across it in the middle of an Asian supermarket, it was completely out of place. They had a fridge stocked full of all sorts of interesting meats from eastern Europe including liver and other offal. This was really tasty, particularly quite fatty on every slice.
Medium rare ribeye nicely cooked on the outside, overall pleased with how quickly I was able to get it cooked up on an otherwise busy night and how the end-result tasted. Served up with some things I stole from what the rest of my family were eating: green beans, mushrooms, and some spicy chicken my mother-in-law from Sichuan made (I forget the name, but fantastically spicy). Added some cream cheese to the steak, because.
A quick caesar salad on the go, with just a splash of caesar and obviously no croutons. Added bacon, guacamole, and chicken.
A bowl of bratwursts, pulled pork, cream cheese, some spicy peppers my mother-in-law prepared for their meal, and a reservoir of butter.
The top half (not spicy) was for my daughter and mother-in-law, the bottom half was one of the spiciest broths I’ve had yet (and I’ve had hundreds). It was amazing. Drowned a lot of beef and pork in the broth, as well as cauliflower and several varieties of mushroom. Had a nice dry spice mix that I dipped my meat into, as seen in the second photo.
I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m getting pretty envious of this “team”.
Hey @Gaff I want to join the team, I am assuming that it’s an awesome restaurant raiding team!