Today’s post isn’t sponsored by an emotion or feeling or weight loss advice or healthy eating tip.
Nope, today’s post is sponsored by sheer deliciousness.
These doughnuts all started because I was going through a “bake everything vegan” phase.
Some of the things that I baked, quite honestly, tasted better with butter. So I let them be and didn’t try to force them. However, some things completely worked. I when I say worked, I mean they had my taste buds jitter bugging with jazz hands, busting head stands and dutty whining all over the place.
One of my secrets for maintaining a healthy weight, clear skin and balanced diet is that I don’t drink soda nor juice. Well I drink juice but not the kind you buy in a can, bottle or jar.
I drink the kind that comes directly from fruit. Why?
Because that’s where the vitality is. The fresher it is, the better for your cells. Fruit juice is meant to be consumed immediately not stored in your cabinet or fridge for months on end.
In my grandmothers’ house in Jamaica, we made and drank juicy daily. Juice is probably one of the easiest things to make. All you need is a fruit of choice and sometimes that’s enough, like an orange. Sometimes you may need water and a sweetener, like this lemonade. But rarely do you need anything else. And you don’t need preservatives, colors, artificial sweeteners and other additives that you get when you buy juice.
I felt very grown being in the kitchen by myself. I was in charge of planning my own meals; something that my mother had taken care of previously. I really looked forward to my nightly routine of making something amazing for lunch the next day.
One of my staples was 1 slice of Ham, 2 slices of Cheese, mayo, mustard, tomatoes, onions and green leaf lettuce tucked lovingly between two pieces of wheat bread or onion roll.Y’all when I tell you that this thang right here used to have me fiending for 11:30am to come!!!!
Anyways as much as I was a fiend for that combination, let’s talk about why I had to let it go Continue Reading…
Her: Shelley, I know I can’t have French Toast every day. But is it okay if I treat myself on Saturdays?
Me: Here at Body Food Freedom, we don’t teach people to “treat themself”. Instead we help people develop a lifestyle that they enjoy. If you like French Toast, then let’s find a way for you to enjoy it.
Her: But French Toast is just so loaded with calories and carbs.
Me: You’re right. You also need calories and carbs to survive. Since you know this, when you do choose to eat French Toast, be sure that you eat it with enjoyment and love and leave the guilty feelings behind. So next Saturday, if you want French Toast, eat it. AND make sure to balance out that carb rich meal with a fibrous, veggie filled dinner 😉
How I lived for those words when I was in elementary school. Once the teacher called lunch, everybody rushed to line up! The walk to the cafeteria alone was filled with anticipation and eagerness to see what the lunch ladies had prepared for us that day. As I marched single filed through the school, tracing my hands along the big white painted bricks in the wall, I tried to guess what we were eating according to the smells drifting through the halls.
To be honest, it all quite smelled the same. I mean, it is cafeteria food. But to an enthusiastic 6 year old foodie, I would let me imagination run.
Grilled Cheese. Tomato Soup = My ish.
What!?!! Whenever my school would serve this for lunch, I was one happy mama!
The gooey, buttery crunch of the grilled cheese and the earthy robustness of the tomato soup was all I needed to get me through Kindergarten lol. Little did I know that the processed kraft singles, white bread smothered in margarine and salty canned tomato soup was not healthy. Not only is it not healthy, my grown taste buds don’t even find it delicious anymore.
I may be a grown woman, but my taste buds sometimes carry on like my 5 year old.
During my summer breaks in middle school, I would stay home and experiment in the kitchen. It was the summer of 1993 that I discovered that rice krispy treats were only made of 3 ingredients! Marshmallows, melted in butter and then mixed with cereal.
I. Went. In.
Every day there was a different cereal. Trix. Fruity Pebbles (my personal fave). Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Granola. Frosted Flakes. Cracklin’ Oat Bran. Whatevs.
If it was cereal and it was tasty, it was getting eaten!
Later on when I got to Spelman, I started learning the fundamentals of eating a plant based diet and the “evils” of animal based diets. I’m only half joking when I say ‘evil’ because my early teachers were radical. But nevertheless they made it clear to me that thou shalt not eat pig. (Even though I do love me some bacon – but I digress). So you can imagine my surprise when I found out that the gelatin in marshmallows were sourced from pigs. #DamnGina
So you see my dilemma.
How does a grown woman explain to her inner 5 year old’s taste buds that they can no longer eat rice krispy treats because they aren’t healthy?
Weight loss is a lifestyle. It’s not a system. It’s not a diet. It’s not an exercise plan. It’s not a point nor a plan.
It’s a lifestyle.
When I committed to it, I had to develop new practices. New practices make new behaviors. Our behavior is something that we can change. Cooking and eating are behaviors. You can get into the behavior of eating regularly home cooked meals.
With that in mind, let’s begin.
One of the body saving practices that I instituted when I changed my diet was to add fresh greens to everything I ate.
If I was having eggs for breakfast, you better believe spinach was going to be in the scramble.
If I was making a smoothie, kale was going to be an ingredient.
If I was making burger patties, some sort of chopped greens like arugula would be added to the mix.
I don’t enjoy the pungent bitterness that raw greens bring. I definitely believe that they need sprucing up! But I don’t let their taste get in the way of my body goals. When I eat greens, my body gets all types of fine!!!
But I also don’t believe that I have to resort myself to a lifetime of unlimited salad greens. Nah. That is too bland for me.
There is something about a warm biscuit with crisp edges and tender insides and melted butter that just speaks to my Southern roots. But damn if that biscuit don’t love me.
I’m serious y’all. I’ve tried and tried to make amends with biscuits, but every time my taste buds say “go for it”, my digestive system says “if you dare!” and then strikes the most gangsta-est of poses as I sigh in defeat.
So with that being said, I’ve tried making biscuits and scones with gluten-free flour because my body prefers it that way. But #DamnGina the texture and taste never come out how I like it.
It’s either too crumbly, or it falls apart or just tastes “off”. Ya know?
So on the rare occasions that I do have a regulah ole Southern style biscuit, I have a talk with my body and let it know that I’m about to send it something made with white flour because it is so challenging to digest. My body then reminds me that I will experience bloating and gas and it would be helpfulif I eat something fibrous a little later to help push it through.
At which point we shake hands and I get to baking these bad boys!!!!!