I’d bet money that I’m the average foodie’s nightmare – my nutrition is clean, varied but simple, and I don’t do junk.
My family is like a gaggle of foodies, and they LOVE cooking shows!
Wait…let me broaden the net – they love the Food Network.
I’ll go visit my parents around dinnertime and some manner of cooking competition is on (Chopped is a household favorite.) I feel a little bit like an outsider watching – I mean, I get it. I’m terribly impressed. But if that were me on there? I’d basically shrug my shoulders when the baskets were opened, point and exclaim “I’ve never even SEEN that before. What the hell is it?!” I’m even venturing a guess that I wouldn’t know how to turn certain appliances ON.
As a kid I tried EVERYTHING – didn’t matter what it was, I’d give it a whirl at least once. But in my old(er) age, I’ve had to modify, and I’ve recognized that with changes in my sports, my body has also (not so subtly) decided it has its preferences too.
But while my body has changed…but my goals haven’t. I know, therefore, that I need to be a little bit more mindful of what I take in – not only to stay in physical shape, but to FEEL good. At the end of the day, not feeling lethargic or unwell isn’t a bonus…for me, it’s necessary. If I’m exhausted, it’s because I worked hard, NOT because my body is having a rough time with the fuel I’m choosing.
I don’t “cook” much.
I say “much,” er, generously...because really I “prepare” very simple things – eggs, protein muffins (which my other half not-so-affectionately dubbed “dry wall” (hey, honesty is the best policy!), salmon, chicken… I’m not “cooking” as in julienned veggies and seared, crusted seafood!
It would be fair to interject that I get bored very…V E R Y…easily. I bore myself! I get excited about overnight snow storms so I can stay in the next day…and when I wake up, all I want to do is go out.
Fortunately, I’m never bored with eggs, poultry…or fish. Salmon? That is my FAVORITE.
No butter, no oil…just grilled, broiled or baked.
The flavor of salmon, for me, is a delicacy. I will never tire of it. And I will NEVER be tired of steamed vegetables. I do use salt – a solid dose of it too. I can lean towards hypotension so it’s a good thing in this case… But that, and cracked pepper aside, I don’t need much. No sauces, no fancy marinade… Just the fish and veggies will do.
My boyfriend is an incredibly good sport about the whole thing. Every so often he’ll go “BoooO-rrING!!!” while looking at my plate. But even then he’ll say “how is it? It’s kind of small, should we get another piece?” I so appreciate the thought. 🙂
Truth be told, though, the average piece is usually too big for me – I would rather take some home and enjoy it later (in my head I’m thinking I won’t assimilate all the protein in one sitting anyway – geesh!) so the portion is typically okay.
It’s rare to find a place that offers WILD CAUGHT Alaskan Salmon…though if they did, I’d order that. The flavor isn’t quite as succulent – it’s not as fatty, as you may well know. But it doesn’t have as many risks with respect to contaminants and so forth (which the farmed does.) That in and of itself could be a massive diatribe – I’m NOT going there, because I am not a scientist.
If I CAN get wild, I will. But I don’t eat salmon SO much that I’m afraid I’ll be lit up like a neon sign after ingesting just-one-more piece. (If you are pregnant, or have health concerns, you may want to double check appropriate consumption levels.)
So salmon and veggies it is for me…much of the time. And at this point I feel like I’m a certified expert. (My FB Album is fair testament to my Salmon expertise. A visual resume, I like to call it!)
In Colorado I had an UH-MAZING piece – super tender and pink on the inside, thin crisp on the outside…just a few spices. Happy girl. 🙂 (PS, it was the one in the last photo above.)
I think the reality of it is that if ever a talking bear marches out of the wilderness and decides he (or she) gets hired by some enormous food review publication (or, better…THE FOOD NETWORK!)…I might just well give that bear a run for his (or her) money!
You heard (read) me. I may know just a little bit more than an Alaskan bear about the yumminess factor of salmon.
Yep. I’d bet money on that.