The Whole Crazy Thing

Back in July, The Bailinator and I quietly snuck into a studio and started hanging out.  We chatted – over several bottles of water and a lot of pretty wild-looking green smoothies – about health and fat-loss and other cool stuff that we think most people will want to know.  We talked about things like clogged drains, walking around naked, and how I am in a hate / hate relationship with my exercise bike.  We laughed a lot.  A lot. We’re still laughing.  And then we started recording the whole crazy thing.

If you’ve been following along for a while (THANK YOU!) – when I first started this little blogette of mine – and have noticed terms like *SANE, *inSANE, *SANEity and other odd expressions creeping in, and are wondering what in the world it’s all about, this podcast will start to unravel the mystery.  If you wondered why I suddenly started cooking my own stuff instead of eating everyone elses, and were perplexed over the advent of the Friday Night Dinner – this podcast series will start to make it clear.

Jonathan Bailor and Carrie Brown

We’re recording one every week, but since I am 10 11 12 podcasts behind, I’ll be posting several quickly in order to get caught up.  Then I’ll get with the schedule and there’ll be one a week.  Sorry about that.  And if this isn’t your thing, you can just skip right on over them.

The thing is, when we started these I didn’t think it was a big deal, so I didn’t write about it here.  Turns out, as of two or so weeks ago, we had over 100,000 listeners.  ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND LISTENERS!!!!!!  Which is a big deal.  It’s a HUGE deal.  So here’s a massive

THANK YOU

to every single one of you for being part of that huge deal.  THANK YOU for your support.  You all rock.

 

EPISODE 1: Simple Surprising Science

 

And, as is my wont, I have just decided to post Episode 2 right here in the same post.  It’ll get us caught up quicker.

 

EPISODE 2: How To Burn Fat Automatically like A Naturally Thin Person

 

To listen or download via iTunes, go here.

 

And, since this is a launch, I just had to add a very special foot picture. 

Jonathan Bailor and Carrie Brown

YES!!  That is Jonathan Bailor.  AT MY FEET.

Happy, happy podcasting!

 

Jennie Davies - Hi Carrie … I love the podcasts … And have seen good results … Body fat down from 31 % to 24% and considering I’m 60 I’m well happy … I need to ask you .. I have been putting a natural sweetener in my green tea .. It’s made from natural fruit extracts ( apple grape carob ) is this ok ???? Also what about pink salt … ???? Not in my tea ….. Haha Thanks from Jennie x

carrie - Awesome job on becoing SANE, Jennie! Look at you go. Given that your body fat is down to 24%, I’d say your natural sweetener is just fine. Remember, we’re not about perfection – we’re about moving towards it. Huge congrats on your success. Salt is fine as a seasoning, too.

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Strawberry Pea Shoot Salad

I have a surprise for you.  I’ll give you a clue.  It’s a post.

Gah.  I have (almost) totally failed at getting back into my usual cook, shoot, eat, blog routine.  Or, in fact, even into the swing of writing.  I sit down at my desk and it’s like I’ve had a whiteboard eraser wiped over my brain – it’s just a blank.  So I go off and do something, and my neurons start buzzing like a bee caught up in a frenzy over some gorgeous flower.  So I race back to the screen aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…nothing.  I really don’t know what the problem is.  I’ve had a terribly exciting 2 months – touring Georgia, Tennessee and South Carolina, Big Breakfast Adventures, launching a podcast series, starting a new day job, and the return of the Friday Night Dinners.  Cupcakes, macaroons, time at the lake, and the longest, hottest summer Seattle can remember.  Time with friends, time alone, time to just be, and 2 Gallery Shows booked.  August has been filled with ridiculous amounts of Cherry Coke Zero and country music.  There’s been the funnest photo shoot ever with the ridiculously photographically talented Bala and that Jonathan Bailor dude, plus weight-loss and disappearing back fat.  It’s been awesome.  Maybe too awesome?  Or maybe I just can’t believe I get to have the life that I do, and writing it down would make it real.  Or, maybe it would just be more accurate to say this summer ate me alive.

There’s a definite upside to having a whiteboard eraser attack your brain every time you get near the computer – and that is – {lots of} other stuff gets done.  Spring cleaning, even though it’s not spring.  Car rides to the beach.  Naps on the lawn with the “kids”.  Weeding, sorting, tidying, purging.  It’s amazing how much you can get done when there’s something else that you don’t want to do.  All I need to get me motivated to do laundry is a draft blog post sitting on the screen waiting to have words typed on it.  Changing the sheets?  Draft blog post.  Buying leather furniture, cleaning out closets, washing every blanket that ever entered the front door of my house.  Draft blog post.  It’s been quite extraordinary the amount of dilly-dallying that’s been going on over at Marmalade HQ this last month or so.  The more days that pass, the more exciting things I have to write about and the bigger the number of draft blog posts that are sitting on my dashboard gets.  And the more paralysed I become.  It’s getting rather annoying.  But the house is clean, the yard is weeded, the errands are run, the closet is stocked with new duds, a car full of stuff has found a new home down at Goodwill.  The garage is tidy, the windows are sparkling, friends have been fed, furniture has been ordered, and road-trips booked.  And un-booked.  And re-booked.  GAH.  There’s new, white, porcelain dishes in the kitchen – because you can never have too many - and a proper trash can for the compost, finally.  Even the filing got done;  and *that* almost never happens.  I’d rather poke myself in the eye with a hot poker than do filing.  Except when I have draft blog posts to write, apparently.  And don’t even ask me how many games of Sudoku I have solved on my smartphone in the last 3 weeks.  It’s been blog post procrastination central around here.  

And now I am staring the next road-trip in the face, which will undoubtedly bring with it a whole slew of new images and exciting tales to share.  If I don’t get caught up, I’m gonna be in deep doo-doo.  Deep.  Plus, you all need new grub to cook up & you’re getting exactly squat from your favorite SANE* recipe source.  Gah.

So I determined that I was not going to let myself get up from this chair until I had written a post.  And since I have Mini-Me and The Hubs coming over for the Friday Night Dinner later, this could become a bit problematic.  So I need to type fast, and type whatever comes into my mind, and not think about all the other things that I could be doing – that need to be done – instead.  AND STOP LOOKING AT EMAIL.  Yes.  Email is like quicksand.  Quicksand, I tell you!  Gah.

Last week, because Mini-Me and The Hubs were too exhausted from their crazy month of August to come over for dinner, I invited 3 girlfriends - let’s call them Eeny, Meeny and Miny – over for the Friday Night Dinner experience.  I made up a new salad while standing right there in the produce section of my local IGA.  It was a huge success.  Crunchy, sweet and tangy all rolled into one bite.  The next day I re-tossed it with more fresh greens and a handful of extra strawberries.  Then I piled it high on hungry plates, threw a whole heap of grilled bacon on top and called it lunch.  I thoroughly recommend you make too much for dinner so you can turn it into The. Best. Bacon. Salad for tomorrow’s lunch.

I am terribly excited to introduce to you my favorite new salad ingredient:  The Pea Shoot.  I also used them in a delicious salmon dish that I’ll happily share with you if I can ever get my act together in the blogging department.

I love the way these cute little shoots pretty up a salad, and their bright flavor adds an extra-summery taste to the proceedings. Talking of summer – it’s drawing to a close, at least around these parts – so I was anxious to give them a final hurrah while I could still get them from down the road, not flown in from a far-away state. It was only right to name the whole dish in their honor.  Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow SANE* devotees, please welcome Strawberry Pea Shoot Salad. 

Strawberry Pea Shoot Salad

I got a bit carried away in the lettuce aisle and ended up with a dazzling array of greenery.  You could use any combination that you most enjoy, but I’d advocate using spinach and at least one other type.  Just to keep things interesting.   I tossed red and green swiss chard, tat soi, arugula and spinach all together.  If time is short, grab one of those salad blends from the store.  It’ll be just the ticket.

Grilled Lemon Prawns with Squash Noodles and Strawberry Peashoot Salad

I served this salad alongside Grilled Lemon Prawns with Coconut Cream Squash Noodles, and to say it was a success is an understatement.  The Grilled Prawns and Coconut Cream Squash Noodles will be right up!

Strawberry Pea Shoot Salad
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Serves: 6 – 8
 

Ingredients
  • 2 cups spinach
  • 8 cups of salad blend or your favorite leaves
  • 8 oz fresh strawberries, sliced
  • 4 sticks celery, sliced crosswise into thins slices
  • 2 cups pea shoots
  • 1 cup toasted almonds
  • Balsamic vinagrette to taste

Instructions
  1. Toss the spinach, leaves, strawberries, pea shoots and toasted almonds together in a large bowl.
  2. Transfer to a serving dish and drizzle with balsamic vinaigrette.
  3. Add additional balsamic vinaigrette on the side.

Strawberry Pea Shoot Salad

*SANE™, inSANE, SANEity – terms used in Jonathan Bailor’s book, The Smarter Science of Slim.

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Doin’ The Charleston

I am supposed to be writing about my summer adventures down South.  Instead, I am busying myself with day-dreaming about my next few road-trips and feverishly booking places to stay along the way.  Road-trips do that to me – make me want to plan more road-trips.  I shoulda been a Trucker.  Or maybe one of these.  On the other hand, my recent road-trip to Charleston at the end of July pretty much had me feeling like this.

Holed up in Savannah in 106° heat, I had to sneak out of my hotel at quite a ridiculous hour in order to get to neighboring Charleston before sun-up.  It looks like it’s just next door on the map – a quick spin down Highway 17 and you’re there.  Not so much.  120 miles later I rolled over the Ashley River and eased down Broad Street, ending up at Waterfront Park right on cue for a beautiful sunrise.

Charleston, South Carolina
Charleston, South Carolina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Charleston, South Carolina

Charleston, South Carolina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Had I not spent the previous two days in Savannah, I am sure I would have been completely romanced by Charleston.  Charleston is beautiful, yet it has a very different feel to Savannah.  It’s rather more refined and pristine – not having quite the roguish character I felt the other side of the state line.  Charleston has an air of upper-crust about it; wildly expensive houses, and neighborhoods with nicknames like SNOB – Slightly North of Broad – where Broad delineates the haves from the have-an-awful-lot-mores.  In Charleston, you’ve definitely arrived if you live South of Broad, on the southern tip of the peninsula.  Charleston felt more gracious, Savannah less superficial.  Charleston is renowned for being the most polite and hospitable city in the nation, which is interesting given that the rate of murders and rapes is twice the national average.  Notwithstanding, Charleston felt very proper.  Savannah, more real.  It’s a lovely city, I just didn’t discover the same depth of character that I fell in love with in Savannah.

Charleston, South Carolina

One of the highlights for me was Magnolia Cemetery.  What a serene, beautiful, peaceful place!  The tumbledown gravestones hint at centuries of complex history.  Confederate flags fluttered everywhere.  Given that I did no American history at school – other than knowing that America existed – I found myself wanting to understand what had happened in these parts.  I wish I’d paid more attention to North and South, and Roots, when they first burst onto our screens.  I’m thinking there’s some movie-watching in my future.

Magnolia comes complete with lush, green lawns and a picture-perfect lake rumored to be home to a few ‘gators.  Geese and herons were all I got a glimpse of.  Somehow ‘gators seemed rather too beastly for such a calm and quiet place.

Charleston, South Carolina

The Spanish Moss hanging from every branch, and draped over every rusty railing made the cemetery look like an Instagram photo with a softening filter applied.  Dreamy, floaty, romantic, serene.  I could have spent hours here just lounging on the bench by the side of the lake.

Charleston, South Carolina
Charleston, South Carolina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Charleston, South Carolina

Charleston, South Carolina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There were horse-drawn carriage rides and miles of cast-iron waiting for my attention.  Red bricks and white weather-board all over the show.  Flower boxes proliferated, vibrant frothy ferns in hanging baskets swung from every conceivable spot.  Fake front doors adorned the gentrified homes on the southern tip of the city.  The doors, which open onto long, exposed porches signify whether or not the residents are receiving guests.  I want one.

Charleston, South Carolina

When you’re in Charleston it’s mandatory to take a carriage ride.  I won the prize for being the furthest away from home.  A little ripple of gasps ran round the buggy as I announced my hometown to our host.  Seems they don’t get a ton of Seattleites on board.  The buggy I rode in was driven by Bones – a tanned, muscled, tousle-headed blond with a charming Southern drawl and a stash of cheeky asides – and on occasion it was hard to keep focused on the architecture of the buildings.  I blame the heat.  And the fact that Bones drove standing up.  It was a slow, delicious ride around 30 or so blocks of downtown Charleston with Otis the mule (half horse half donkey) clearly in no hurry.  I was in no rush to change my viewpoint either.

Charleston, South Carolina
Charleston, South Carolina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cee-Cee
Goose, Charleston, South Carolina
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cobbled streets, skinny alleyways, buildings & stairways covered in creeping fig.  Manicured parks and enough benches to seat an army of tourists.  The breeze whipping across the bay made a stroll along the sea wall bearable; relatively speaking.  Bay Street is lined with fantastical vintage houses painted in every shade of pastel and decorated with railings and balconies galore.  I am not sure Charleston couldn’t be any prettier if it tried.

I found a delightful ice cream shop – Sweet CeCe’s - with elegant pink candy-cane striped chairs where I had my afternoon frozen yoghurt treat – Mint Julep and Southern Lemonade – flavors you’d only find in the Deep South.  It was a scrumptious few moments of cool before heading back out to the bustling market.

Charleston, South Carolina

All day long while I was trundling around shooting stuff & taking in all the historic beauty that Charleston oozes, I found myself wondering, “Who in their right mind would go running in this heat??”  Here in the South, in summer, if you want to break a sweat, all you have to do is get out of bed.

Charleston, South Carolina

Flower boxes make me smile.  It will come as no surprise then, that I was smiling most of the day.  Charlestonians love their flowers.  I have no idea how they keep them from wilting in the searing heat, but they’ve obviously got it down.

Charleston, South Carolina

Watching the sunrise from Waterfront Park was a *really* beautiful thing.  Fences, benches and feet.  3 of my favorite things, right there in the early morning glow.  The start to a great day.

Other things of note from my day doin’ the Charleston:

  • I paid $3.11 for gas.  It has been years and years since that last happened.
  • I’d been doing too much shooting and my hard drive was at risk of collapsing, so I went to Wal-Mart in order to get a thumb drive.  This is of note because I haven’t been in a Wal-Mart for 6 years.  The heat was making me do all sorts of odd things.
  • 2 hours of free, shaded parking in downtown Charleston?  Yes, please!  Parking karma love in the Deep South.

Charleston – I totally get why they named a jolly dance after you. 

Sweet Cece

Entirely Underrated

I started writing this post from Nebraska, although a few minutes later I think I was in another state entirely. I was sitting on a 737-800, and I had quite the view from up there out of that little rectangularly oval piece of plastic. I could peer out past bunches of fluffy white clouds at the parched fields & squiggly roads below. I love to do that. Mini-Me was next to me, eating tangerines and being jolly. It was decidedly odd being on a flight with someone I knew. I can count the number of times that has happened – in my life – on one hand. *Maybe* two hands. Then Mini-Me went to sleep. She’s pretty easy to travel next to.

It used to be that plane time = peace. Unless you were sitting next to a mother with any number of small children, or in an aisle seat next to someone with bladder control issues. Peace as in being disconnected from the outside world. No cell phone ringing. No text messages beeping. No email demanding attention. It was the perfect excuse to read a book, do Sudoku puzzles, or nap, without any fear of criticism from your boss, your spouse or your mother. People just understood that being on a plane precluded you from doing. Getting on a flight meant enforced downtime. Nowadays…not so much. “I’ll be on a plane” is no longer a valid excuse for being out of touch or not getting stuff done. Have a laptop? Your plane likely has wi-fi. Bam! You’re connected. And so the world has invaded one of the last bastions of enforced dozing and movie watching. Drat.

On the other hand, I can now blog. From a plane! 30,000 ft in the air!! Damn, technology is amazing. Except, when am I ever going to do another Sudoku puzzle?? Planes without wi-fi are underrated.

Which all got me thinking about other underrated things. I made a list, while I sat there buckled into that metal canister hurtling through the air towards Georgia, skirting around enormous, angry thunder clouds that would have given us quite the bumpy ride if our lovely Captain hadn’t dodged and dived to find us a smooth path. Bless him.

And cauliflower. Cauliflower is definitely underrated. Cauliflower is the bomb, if you know how to maximise it.

Oh, and checkers. That is, checkers who know their vegetables. “That ‘Produce’ that you charged me $2.99 per lb for is fennel, and it’s $1.99 per bulb. No, no – those are not green onions – they’re leeks. Oh and that ‘Lettuce’ - it’s Napa Cabbage.”

And then yesterday I had an impromptu pastry picnic at Hamilton Park, and I have determined that these too are entirely underrated.

Hamilton Viewpoint Park, Seattle

 

 

Minted Pea Frittata

I am blessed - or cursed – depending on how you look at it, with a very finely tuned palate.  It’s one of the few things my brother and I have in common; and it drove our mother mad madder than she was already.  We were all, “This isn’t Heinz Ketchup” and “They’re not Kellogg’s Cornflakes”, when she sneakily decanted things into Tupperware to try to trick us into eating cheaper versions of household staples.  It failed every time.  Every time.  It isn’t even just the flavor, it’s the texture and consistency our palates get all persnickety over, too.  We can tell a Heinz Baked Bean from the rest of the pack the instant it touches our tongues.  What this all means is, we’re unintentionally picky.  Life is much tastier with this condition, but life would be much simpler without it; plus, there’d be a whole lot less disappointment involved.  I am having major ice cream disappointment right now.

The other day, The Bailinator and I hung out over dinner.  We played an updated version of “My Dad’s Bigger Than Your Dad”, which we called, “My Dinner Is Saner Than Your Dinner”.  I still say I won.  He’s terribly competitive, you know, that Mr. Bailor.  I had New York Steak, which was billed as coming with a pile of mash & a bunch of veggies.  I asked to swap out the mash for a caesar salad.  Jonathan had the Baby Back Ribs and swapped out the fries for double veggies.  Of course he used his tag-line, “Hold the starch and double the veggies”, so I can confirm he really does say that when he’s eating out.  I say my dinner was saner than his because his ribs came slathered in BBQ sauce, and I am certain there was some sugar involved in the making of that sweet, glossy goop.  He says his was saner because my steak showed up covered in an enormous pile of previously unannounced fried onion rings.  WHICH I DIDN’T EAT.  So I won.  Ha!  Then Jonathan reminded me - we’re not about perfection anyway - a splash of BBQ sauce ain’t gonna ruin all your hard work.  I ate more than Jonathan too, which is quite something given that I have arms like wet spaghetti and only reach 5′ 5″ on a good day, whereas he’s over 6′ tall and built like this.  He wimped out and had to take some ribs home in a box.  He says they make for a fine *SANE breakfast, and I believe him.  Needless to say, we were both too full for dessert.  Yes.  We really do live like we say we do on those crazy a** podcasts.  Well, most of the time.  Give or take a dab of BBQ sauce and the odd cupcake.

One of the things we talked about over starchless plates of *SANEity, was ice cream.  People go wild for my ice cream, but they’re rather *inSANE (the ice creams, not the people).  I’ve been thinking about creating a range of *SANE ice creams for you.  How awesome would that be??!  Except that…because of that finely tuned palate thing I mentioned a few minutes back,  it’s not going to be as easy as it might seem.  I suspect there may be rather more than a few rounds of ice cream disappointment before I get you something awesome.  Here’s where my palate becomes a problem: there is nothing I’ve found that tastes exactly like sugar.  Anyone who thinks that Erythritol tastes the same as sugar doesn’t just need their taste buds tested, they need to have them replaced altogether. 

It’s not just the taste issue that’s giving me heartburn, either.  The Bailinator, bless his heart, commented, “Oh just replace the sugar with Stevia.”  If only it worked that way.  Sigh.  While a dash of Stevia can replace that spoon of sugar in your coffee perfectly, it’s not a miracle worker when it comes to baking.  Sugar has other functions other than sweetness.  Baking is science – and sugar reacts with other ingredients and heat to get the right results, so you can’t just whip out the sugar willy-nilly, replace it with a.n.other sweetener, and expect it all to just work.  Even if you replace sugar with honey, you need to tweak the recipe to allow for the higher moisture content of the honey.  It’s science.  In ice cream, sugar has a dramatic effect on the consistency and texture.  Just put a pint of milk or heavy cream in the freezer and see if you get a spoonable, creamy bowl of ice cream out once it has frozen.  Milk freezes like a block of ice.  Enter, sugar.  Sugar is what keeps the ice cream from freezing, so you can’t just replace sugar with an artificial sweetener and hope for a good result.  You have to find a way to replace sugar’s other characteristics too. 

Like sugar, you can’t always just replace full-fat dairy with non-fat or low-fat dairy and expect the same results in the taste and texture department.  It’s science.  This morning I started to fiddle with my Cheesecake Ice Cream base recipe to make it more *SANE, by using non-fat dairy products.  Not that we’re trying to make low-fat ice cream, rather we’re trying to make higher-protein ice cream.  It all looked like it was going swimmingly, but by the time the base was ready to be chilled my picky palate was ready to have a tantrum.  I haven’t churned it yet, but already I can tell the taste and texture won’t be there.  Bummer.  Back to the ice cream drawing board.

While I am beavering away figuring out how to make fabulous *SANE ice cream for you, I thought you might enjoy my latest go-to dish for breakfast, lunch or dinner.  It’s super-easy, super-speedy SANEity*.  When I get home late and haven’t eaten dinner – I can whip this up in 5 minutes.  In a bit of a morning rush?  5 minutes.  Tired, hungry, and not in the mood to cook?  5 minutes.

Minted Pea Frittata

I give you Minted Pea Frittata.  Like a far-more-manageable cousin of the Omelet, a Frittata more or less amuses itself while cooking instead of demanding attention like a petulant 3-year-old.

Another  plus – as long as you have eggs on hand - you don’t need anything else that’s fresh.  I use frozen peas and I grow mint in my yard, so it’s become my I-forgot-to-get-anything-out-of-the-freezer miracle dinner.  If you have some green salad on hand, pile some on the side.  If you have the time and inclination, some stir-fried veggies would be great too.  If you’re needing an extra shot of protein, add a couple of sausages or some bacon on the side – they can be grillin’ under the broiler while the eggs are on the stove-top.  I normally eat it just as it is.  But that’s just how I roll.  I love me a quick and dirty frittata for my dinner.

Enjoy! 

Minted Pea Frittata
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Ingredients
  • 4 eggs (whatever mix of whole eggs & egg whites you care to use)
  • ¼ cup water
  • Salt and pepper to taste
  • 1 tsp coconut oil
  • 1 tsp butter
  • ½ lb frozen peas
  • ¼ cup fresh, chopped mint
  • ½ cup grated cheese (optional)

Instructions
  1. Turn the oven broiler on high.
  2. Whisk the eggs well with the water, chopped mint, salt and pepper.
  3. Heat the coconut oil and butter in a small skillet or omelet pan over a high heat.
  4. Add the frozen peas and cook for 1 minute on high.
  5. Turn the heat to medium and pour the whisked eggs into the pan.
  6. Move the eggs around in the pan with a spatula for 20 seconds.
  7. Let the eggs cook for 1 minute.
  8. Remove the pan from the heat and place it under the broiler.
  9. Cook for 1 minute or until the eggs have completely set.
  10. Remove the pan from under the broiler and place back on the stove-top.
  11. If you are using the cheese, sprinkle it over the top of the frittata now.
  12. Cook the frittata for another minute on the stove-top, or until the underside is golden brown. Carefully lift one edge of the frittata with a spatula to check on the color.
  13. Slide the frittata onto a plate and fold in half in one action.

Minted Pea Frittata

 *SANE™, inSANE, SANEity – terms used in Jonathan Bailor’s book, The Smarter Science of Slim.

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