juli 29, 2011

Monkey slut

I've just finished watching Misfits (both seasons).
I'm going to watch it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Until Nathan steps out of the TV.

juli 28, 2011

Thursday

Muffins gjorda på fullkornsdinkel och mandelmjöl, hallon/banansmoothie
Whole grain spelt and almond muffins w raspberries, raspberry/banana smoothie

I did not eat them all. Could have though...

Joan As Police Woman -The Magic

juli 27, 2011

Wednesday

Överblivna pannkakor från igår, riskaka m jordnötssmör, hallon/banansmoothie
Leftover pancakes from yesterday, rice cake w peanut butter, raspberry/banana smoothie

Eliza Doolittle - Pack Up

juli 26, 2011

Tuesday

Bananpannkakor gjorda på fullkornsdinkel, agavesirap
Whole grain spelt banana pancakes w agave syrup

Paloma Faith - Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful

juli 25, 2011

Monday

 Mandelmuffins m blåbär, hallon/banansmoothie
Almond muffins w blueberries, raspberry/banana smoothie

Jamie Woon - Night Air

juli 24, 2011

Sunday

Stekt zucchini, stekta sesampanerade tomater, hallon/banansmoothie
Fried zucchini, fried tomato halves dipped in sesame seeds, raspberry/banana smoothie

 Emelie Simon - I Wanna Be Your Dog

juli 21, 2011

Thursday

Våfflor m jordnötssmör och honung
Waffles w peanut butter and honey

 Keren Ann - My Name Is Trouble

juli 20, 2011

Wednesday

Hallon- och vattenmelonsorbet med lite honung
Raspberry/watermelon sorbet w honey drizzled on top

Bear In Heaven - Lovesick Teenagers

juli 19, 2011

Tuesday

Pannkakor m jordnötssmör, banan och honung, varm havrechoklad, hallon/banansmoothie
Pancakes w peanut butter, banana and honey, warm oat chocolate, raspberry/banana smoothie
Chairlift - Bruises

juli 18, 2011

Monday

Riskaka m jordnötssmör och banan, kiwi och nektarinskivor, cashew/dadelbollar, hallon/blåbär/banansmoothie
Rice cake w peanut butter and sliced banana, kiwi and nectarine, cashew/date balls, raspberry/blueberry/banana smoothie

Chicks On Speed - We Don't Play Guitar

juli 17, 2011

Sunday

Kiwi med kokos, fullkornsdinkelscone m jordnötssmör och lite flytande honung, hallon/banan/havregräddesmoothie
Kiwi w coconut, whole grain spelt scone w peanut butter and honey drizzled on top, raspberry/banana/oat cream smoothie

Bromheads Jacket - Poppy Bird

juli 16, 2011

Saturday

Riskakor m jordnötssmör och avokado, kiwi, blåbär/banansmoothie
Rice cakes w peanut butter and avocado, kiwi, blueberry/banana smoothie

The Tellers - I've Got A World

This is what happens when you snooze. 
Rice cakes and kiwi. 
Seriously.
I'm off to shoot a wedding.
I'm going to die unless I eat something more soon.
Crap.

juli 15, 2011

Friday

Varm grapefrukt m honung, hallon/banansmoothie
Broiled grapefruit with honey, raspberry/banana smoothie

The Submarines - You, Me And The Bourgeoisie

Sätt ugnen på 250 grader grillfunktion.
Dela grapefrukten i två halvor.
Lossa köttet med en kniv.
Ringla lite flytande honung över halvorna.
In rätt högt upp i ugnen i ca 4 minuter eller tills grapefrukten är gyllene. 
Skalet blir lite bränt, men det gör inget.
Pressa ut juicen och drick när du ätit upp köttet.
Yum.

Set oven to 482 degrees Fahrenheit (grill symbol). 
Cut grapefruit in half. 
Loosen grapefruit segments with knife.
Drizzle a little liquid honey over the halves.
Grill in oven for app. 4 minutes or until golden.
When you've eaten it, squeeze out the juice.
Yum.

juli 14, 2011

Thursday

Cashew- och dadelbollar med kokos och ingefära + smoothie (inte på bild)
Cashew/date/coconut balls with ginger + smoothie (not shown)

Love - A House Is Not A Motel

juli 13, 2011

Wednesday

Grapefrukt, havregurt med banan, granatäpple och kokos, riskaka med jordnötssmör och bananskivor, hallon/banansmoothie (mycket banan...), te
Grapefruit, oatgurt w banana, pomegranate, coconut, ricecake w peanut butter and sliced banana, raspberry/banana smoothie (bananas, bananas, bananas...), tea

I gave the oatgurt one more shot. I tried. I really did. It's... disgusting.

 Good Shoes - Under Control

juli 12, 2011

Change

A puzzled look. A raised eyebrow. So, are you going to become one of those extreme vegetarians who try to convince everyone else that meat is murder?

No. I wish I had an activist in me, but I don't. I will never ever impose my beliefs on other people. I just want to eat and feel good about myself. I want to get rid of that growing feeling of unease in my gut. If that means being the laughing stock when I'm around other people, so be it. That's a price I'm willing to pay. But vegan? No. I haven't become vegan. I wear leather shoes. I have a leather bag. If anything - I'm a hypocrite.

Since I've cut down on sugar and gluten (due to the fact that I felt bloated and wanted a change), it looks like I'm going to starve. OK. Fine. I'm not going to starve, but I can't help feeling slighly... limited. But there must be other people out there who don't eat meat, eggs, dairy products, sugar and gluten? I can't be the only one - right?

I lay awake last night and thought about this blog. How I started it last October because I wanted to improve my eating habits. If someone had told me that I would be writing this in the middle of July the following year, I would have looked at them as if they were insane. Then I would have laughed out loud and continued to eat my bacon and eggs. Because that's what my first breakfast on this blog consisted of. The very first picture I uploaded.

I thought about the social aspects. Christmas. Easter. Sunday brunch with lots and lots of bacon and eggs. Steak.

And then I realized that I don't really like eggs (except in pancakes) and Christmas? All I eat are my mothers meatballs. I don't like Christmas ham or Swedish herring (sill). Exactly what is it I'm giving up? I can still sit at the table, eat and be social. And brunch? There are alternatives to bacon and eggs. Steak? I've cooked steak once in my life. Didn't taste all that great. Why is eating meat such a big part of socializing? I can eat a piece of cardboard for lunch as long as I do it in the company of someone I really care about. Don't get me wrong. This is going to be hard - I know that. But I enjoy a challenge. I've taken on things before that I've never finished. It's kind of my thing. Maybe I'll go crazy and end up going on a bacon binge in the middle of the night, but somehow I doubt it. I actually believe I can do this. Finish it. Maybe I have omitted all that makes life worth living, but the way I see it, life is too short to walk around and feel guilty. If you feel that you might as well jump off a cliff if you were to have no more meat, maybe you need to reevaluate your life*. Too kumbaya? Maybe.

Anyway, I came to the conclusion that it's not really that big a deal. It's not as if I've decided to become an alien. I've stopped eating meat, egg and dairy. 

It's funny how things turn out. I started a blog. Now I don't eat meat.

It's a change, but change is good.

*This isn't me preaching, this is me trying to convince myself that I can do this.

Tuesday

Grönsakswrap (fullkornstortilla m avocado och stekt broccoli, majs, zucchini och sockerärtor)
Veggie wrap (whole grain tortilla filled w avocado and sauteed broccoli, corn, zucchini + sugar snaps)

Stereolab - Everybody's Weird Except Me

juli 11, 2011

Page 89

It didn't feel right. It just didn't feel... right.
I'm standing in front of the egg and dairy shelf at the grocery store, holding one egg carton in each hand. One is free range, the other standard (not that it matters, I know that - free range my butt). Up until now, I have never bothered to check the fine print, I just grab a carton. Preferably the cheapest one. I've told myself that it doesn't really matter anyway. They're just eggs. Until now. Something's changed. I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to focus. I can't stop thinking about those eggs and where they come from. How they ended up in my hand. What I am about to eat.

Before I go any further with this, let me just get one thing straight.

It's not as if I woke up one day and thought: Hey, those hens? I wonder how they're treated.

It's not as if I haven't seen documentaries, read articles, seen the photos. I am aware of the conditions.

I know. I've always known. I've just chosen not to see. Does that make any sense?

So I'm standing there, looking at the cartons. This was maybe two months ago. Eventually I decided to buy one, but I couldn't shake off that unpleasant feeling as I made my way through the meat section. I get to the register. I look down at my cart and see bacon, ground beef, frozen salmon, frozen chicken and sausages and suddenly I get nauseated. I'm 31 years old and I love meat, always have, but all of a sudden it's as if I'm going to throw up right there on the spot.

Fast forward until today.

I'm sitting on a bus reading a book. Normally I can't read on buses, but for some unknown reason I don't feel sick today. The book I'm reading is Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer. I have no idea why I bought it. I work part time in a book store and I've seen it on the shelf for some time now. I even put it there. But I can't tell you why I decided to buy it, let alone bring it with me on a four hour bus trip (eight if you count the trip back). I was planning to listen to my iPod the entire time. So. Of all the books I could choose to bring with me, this is what I brought. I think I knew what would happen, long before I opened it and read the first line. I knew the book would be a difficult read and I suspected that I would skip certain parts the way I've switched channels when they show animals being mistreated. See no evil, hear no evil. Lalala. Pass the chicken.

When I reached page 89, I knew I would never eat meat again. I think I knew when I was holding those egg cartons. When I felt sick at the sight of my cart. I looked out the window and saw trees flashing by. There are a lot of trees in this country, I thought to myself. Then I continued to read until there was nothing left. Then I read it again.

Monday

Watermelon slushie, cashews. I have zero appetite. It's just too damn early. I'm going to spend the next four hours on a bus to Linköping and then four hours back to Gothenburg. If all goes well, I am soon the owner of a Canon 1v in mint condition. Film is not dead. Hopefully, neither am I, considering the fact that I am meeting up with a complete stranger. Oh well. Later. Maybe...

Cut Copy - Strangers In The Wind

juli 10, 2011

Sunday

Färsk ananas. Jag åt allt.
Fresh pineapple. I ate it all.

Crooked Still - Ain't No Grave

I've read all your comments and clicked on all your links. 
I have the coolest readers.
Seriously.

juli 09, 2011

Saturday

Hallon/vattenmelon/ananas/äpplesmoothie
Raspberry/watermelon/pineapple/apple smoothie

Roses Kings Castles - Shut Your Stupid Little Mouth

For my Swedish readers: Sugrören kommer från eBay. Sök på "paper straws".

juli 08, 2011

See you in Paris

Sometimes I wonder.
Who reads my blog?
I know some of you, but the rest?
No idea.
When I look at my Statcounter, it looks like people from all over the world pop in to check out my breakfasts. Someone from Dubai reads my blog. Awesome. (Or maybe it's just a spam robot - maybe you're all spam robots - aaargh!) Anyway - a couple of months ago I wrote something in Swedish about how great it would be to meet up and have breakfast together. This mostly concerned readers in the Gothenburg area. We never had that picnic - I'm pretty good at starting something and not finishing it. You could say that I have a master degree in not finishing things. How I've managed to maintain this blog since last October goes beyond me. It should be dead and buried by now, if you were to go by my other projects. Someday I'll tell you all about the stupid things I've taken on over the years. Christ...

My point is (I did have a point with this - I think), I would love to meet you. Not just readers in the Gothenburg area, but others as well. How cool would it be to meet up in...say...Paris and just stroll and talk? Go to museums and flea markets? Take photos. Eat crêpes and look at people (in a not too disturbing way...)? I think it would be pretty aweome. Paris with strangers. Because that's what we are, right? Strangers. You don't know me at all - you know what I eat, but that's pretty much it. I am 31 1/2 years old and spend all my money on vintage dresses. My hair is a mess. I have a fat cat and a boyfriend who puts up with dresses hanging everywhere. I met him on the train 10 years ago. The boyfriend, not the cat. I am a hopeless romantic, but I prefer to act as if I am not. I can sleep everywhere - on the floor, standing up - you name it. When I get mad, I throw things. Sometimes they break. I always misplace my glasses. I've sat on them at various occasions. I look like a crazy person with all that hair and crooked glasses. I talk when I'm nervous. A lot. About nothing. I've never been to the US, but I have a pretty good accent. I could probably pass for Canadian. I love Paris. I love it so much that I never go anywhere else. I think Le Petit Prince says more about life than any other book in the world and I can dislocate one of my middle fingers. I wish I had the character to become a vegan. I laugh a lot. I think I'm the funniest person in the world (I've been told that I am not - tsss - lies!). When I decide to do something, I go all in. 110 %. Oh, and I think too much. About life, love, death and a thousand other things.

That's basically me in a nutshell.

So. Now that you know a little bit more about me - tell me about you.

Or better yet - save it for Paris.

Friday

Riskakor m jordnötssmör och banan, vattenmelon/äpplesmoothie m lite linfröolja
Rice cakes w peanut butter and sliced banana, watermelon/apple smoothie w a dash of flax seed oil

British Sea Power - Living Is So Easy


The watermelon needs to be frozen in order for the drink to be "slushy". Slice it and put in a plastic bag in freezer overnight. If the pieces won't separate, just beat the bag on the counter until they do. I use maybe a generous cup of frozen watermelon (2,25-3 dl). Then I add apple juice and a dash of flax seed oil (which is why it looks slightly oily - you can omit this if you want). I never measure, I just pour the juice in. A cup (2,25 dl) maybe? Mix. Enjoy. A perfect summer drink and waaaay healthier than the slushies you buy. (God, I sound just like a health guru - which I am NOT!)