{"id":47,"date":"2007-01-27T17:27:48","date_gmt":"2007-01-27T22:27:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dementedramblings.com\/?p=47"},"modified":"2007-01-27T17:31:56","modified_gmt":"2007-01-27T22:31:56","slug":"peanut-butter-and-jelly-diet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dementedramblings.com\/?p=47","title":{"rendered":"Peanut butter and jelly diet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m still dealing with the lack of interest in food.  I don&#8217;t watch food network as much as before, nor do I surf the food blogs as much.  If something strikes my fancy in the little perusing I actually do, I&#8217;ll throw myself into it with zeal.  However, nothing has really struck my fancy for a couple of weeks now.  Most evenings I eat a quick sandwich or a microwaved convenience meal of some sort.<\/p>\n<p>However, this week was my mum&#8217;s birthday.  Normally, I plan for this for weeks and weeks.  Actually, last march, when I first had shrimp and grits, I thought that&#8217;d be a lovely birthday meal for mum.  Then I used that recipe for christmas, when I went over and cooked them dinner.  She loved it and wouldn&#8217;t have complained about the repeat, but it takes a bit too much effort for a tuesday night after working all day.  Especially with the sort of days that I&#8217;ve been having.<\/p>\n<p>I solicited my livejournal pals for advice, but then the wonderful boyfriend called me up with the idea that sparked a darn good dinner &#8211; why not grill some shrimp or chicken?  Mum loves the shrimp, but only if it&#8217;s deep fried, so I tossed that out and went with the chicken.<\/p>\n<p>Last week was pop&#8217;s birthday, and we&#8217;d gone out for his dinner &#8211; to Outback Steakhouse.  The first thing that jumped out at me from their menu was the &#8220;grillers&#8221;, beef and veggie kabob served with rice and grilled pineapple.  The grilled pineapple was wonderful.  I loved it so and was dying to use some myself.  So, I tossed that into the menu for mum&#8217;s dinner.<\/p>\n<p>We wound up marinating boneless chicken breasts in pineapple juice all day, then placing them and pieces of fresh pineapple on the barbecue grill.  While that started cooking, I threw together a simple salad with bagged greens, diced mango, and toasted almonds.  Then I whipped up a fruity vinagrette with  mango pulp, lime juice, pineapple juice, chardonnay, white wine vinegar, mustard, olive oil, salt and pepper.<\/p>\n<p>I went out to check on the chicken and they were cold!  Oh no!  Out of gas!  We swapped out the tank for a fresh one and were back in business.  But we weren&#8217;t really.  Something was wrong with the burner and the flame kept going out.  So, I moved the chicken breasts (which did have a little color and grill markage on them) and pineapple to a pan and put them in the oven.  20 minutes later, the chicken still seemed incredibly underdone and the pineapple were juicing all over them.  I extracted the pineapple and moved the chicken to the stovetop.  In the time that it took for the pineapple juice to be absorbed\/evaporated, the chicken finished cooking and actually carmelized slightly in the juice (only about 5 more minutes).  I then sliced the chicken into small bits and put it atop the salad, with the pineapple on the side.<\/p>\n<p>It turned out to be a lovely, healthy meal.  Not at all the sort of fare that I usually make for mum (heavy and cheese filled), but we all enjoyed it greatly.  I was thankful for my flexible nature, I&#8217;ve known folks who would&#8217;ve thrown the whole thing out when the grill died.<\/p>\n<p>Next, we moved into dessert.  My version of bananas foster.  I had a recipe once, but over the years that I&#8217;ve made this, I&#8217;ve made it my own.  As you may know, I rarely measure anything, a trait that I find endearing in myself and infuriating in others.  I melted maybe half a stick of margarine in a pan (mum never has actual butter) and added what looked like way too much brown sugar (but really wasn&#8217;t).  When it came to a simmer, I added banana slices and stirred it around gently until the bananas started breaking up, telling me that they were done.  At that point I added a small splash of vanilla extract and a goodly splash of dark rum (myers).  Let the alcohol cook off and spooned it over vanilla ice cream.<\/p>\n<p>In good keeping with my diet, I only ate a very small amount.  My stepdad, who really isn&#8217;t that much of a sweet eater, paid me the greatest compliment by having to have two large servings!  I also found out that night that bananas foster is one of mum&#8217;s favorite desserts.  Perhaps sad that I didn&#8217;t know that, but it has just become so in the last 5 years, in which time I haven&#8217;t lived with her.<\/p>\n<p>One very nice thing about the lack of interest in food is all of the free time that I find myself with in the evenings.  No longer do I come home from work, cook something, clean up, and fall in a heap on the couch.  Instead, I&#8217;ve been crafting like a mad woman.  This week, I finished the organizational drawers that I&#8217;ve been painting, knitted a scarf, and knitted a sock.  I will follow up later with pictures of some of my finished projects.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m still dealing with the lack of interest in food. I don&#8217;t watch food network as much as before, nor do I surf the food blogs as much. If something strikes my fancy in the little perusing I actually do, I&#8217;ll throw myself into it with zeal. 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