I’ll never forget my first sample of Kombucha, it was only about a year ago, and with trepidation i sampled it. All i could think was, what the hell is this mushroom like slimy tea?! My husband Josh first started brewing it, and I’m always a bit funny about stuff i haven’t prepared/understand. So i never enjoyed it. I’d drink store bought Kombucha without a problem, its not that i didn’t trust Josh, i just didn’t understand the process!! So when we were away at the start of the year in Jamaica (you totally don’t need to know that, but i do like to brag about being there! This is where we stayed) and whilst we were away, something happened to our scoby, not sure what, but she went all mouldy and blergh. So we laid her to rest and bought a new girl recommended from the lovely Ivy at PIM, just follow the link for all the details. And now its become my domain. I constantly talk to my scobies and tell them our beautiful they are and how fantastic they make me feel, so I’m pretty sure thats why they work over time and taste so god dang good! Im not going to bore you with how to make kombucha, I’m no expert, but if you’re in Melbourne Ivy from PIM (paleo in Melbourne) has classes every now and again, so i’d recommend getting on board with her! The one thing i have noticed about making kombucha is the quality of tea, we use bliss blend and its beautiful. Making Kombucha is my monday thang. Its a lovely way to finish my weekend.
So the week started off magically, we were lucky enough to hear Joel And Daniel Salatin give a talk on sustainable living and life at polyface farms. Right here in lovely Bendigo, finally a true celebrity in our midst! If you haven’t seen Food Inc, you must run and watch it NOW! Like NOW! Thats when i first became familiar with the Salatins.
For me, my dream is to be as sustainable as possible, have our own animals for the slaughter and really explore and embrace the culinary arts (or kicking it old school one might say). So preserving, pickling, jams etc etc. Of course living as organic as possible. A few acres, lush gardens, chickens, goats, cows, rabbits, horses, well actually the whole hog! And ideally we’d love to have some accommodation for people to come and hang and have, i guess, a bit of a health retreat, eating from the land, cooking lessons and relaxation out of the big smoke. One of my many pipe dreams (which i reckon this one will come true!). So the 2 hours of listening to the Salatins speak was unreal, i actually screamed out amen at one stage (what a geek). My beloved hubby was lucky enough to get a one on one interview with him, i’ll chuck that up on the blog later in the week. It sometimes seems as if there’s not many people one can resonate with, and those hours i felt so connected to a room full of strangers, hanging off the words of a lovely farmer from Virginia America! Oh it was a lovely way to start the week. But that has been the only highlight, the rest of the week has been an absolute fail when it comes to being paleo…
I usually don’t allow the cravings to win, but this week, they did 😦 I had a sandwich, holy crap it doesn’t sound bad, but far out, the pain that followed, and then i had a ice-cream, i was like a crack addict shooting up in a dirty alley, there was just no stopping me! Usually when i am naughty, i try to keep it gluten free, so i don’t feel like total rubbish, and i had cake (that was gluten free) Its been a stressful week. I had recently quit my job, after working my butt off, i was wrung out and tired. I had been managing a busy cafe in our hometown, when i left, my “wifey” took over. And its taken its toll on her, so i’ve gone back a couple of days a week to act as i a consultant i guess you could say. And with that i’ve had to be a c%$t, and get staff back on track. I can feel my shoulders up near my ears, and that hole that can only be filled by binge eating!! It’s embarrassing typing this and sharing how i failed myself, no body really talks about the lows and the guilt that follows. And each night i’d go to bed in pain, telling myself tomorrow is a new day. And that it is! So i’ve been shit for a few days, i may even be shit tomorrow, but i know, that this is not a lifestyle i’ll fall back into again. Its too painful! But hell, sometimes that NO DON’T EAT IT is just a quiet whisper in the back of my head, i need to turn the volume up on that guy. But the best thing about messing up is, i know i messed up! And i can turn it around and feel fabulous again. So heres to a week of fixing my leaky gut, a week of listening to that voice screaming to keep clean, and heres to not allowing stress to take over! So i’ve learnt valuable lesson i reckon!
So i think this may be the week that the kitchen and i disagree, i’ve been so inspired and wanting to get my “cook” on. I’ve been having brain waves of “oh my god, that would totally work if i paleofye it” and to be honest i’ve had more failures than successes this week. Makes me so peeved! My gnocchi was ok, but as the idea popped into my head, i was like “oh yeah, this is going to be the shit” it wasn’t shit, and it defiantly wasn’t “the shit”, my carrot and cranberry carrot rocked, it was so so delish, but i learnt from that cake, that almonds really truly make me sick.
I kinda always knew in the back of my head (and stomach) that they just weren’t right for my body. I think at the moment its causing more pain the usual (this may or may not be an excuse), after a loose couple of weeks in America and Jamaica. I mean i was mostly healthy but still indulged, and a week later I’m really paying the price. I woke up this morning with chronic belly pain and a bad case of the number 2s, and a sense, of “you’ve got to be shitting me, another thing i can’t eat” I know its childish to act that way, but i was really upset!
So there goes all my almond meal recipes that i’ve adapted, i now have to work with coconut flour or macadamia (the superior nuts my husband calls them) and go thru the trial and error stage again. FFS! First world problem i know. Lucky I’m only working part time atm, so i can spend more time in the kitchen, to adapt my adapted recipes!
I really love how in tune i am with my body now, i never use to know what was going on, i’d just put up with the pain because i thought it was “normal”. So i guess, its over between us almonds, i’ll always remember the good times, but if i was honest, there were really more bad than good. So i’ll still acknowledge you in the streets, drool over an orange almond cake, but you have to know we’re really truly over. I hope you can find someone that loves you as much as i DID.
Yours sincerely no more leaky gut.