Out with the old, In with the Raw...
Food that is.
Brace yourselves. I am becoming a raw foodist.
Well, not really, but I’ve taking raw food cooking classes. Not something I would’ve taken on my own, but I have this friend…You know…the kind of friend who DIVES into everything they take on until they move on to the next thing to DIVE into. The friend who doesn’t just decide to go to law school, but becomes valedictorian of her graduating class, becoming a lawyer, only to discover yoga and get trained by Bikhram himself and open her own yoga studio, only to sell it and become a successful mortgage banker and end up marrying a VP of a very well known company and I cold go on…Needless to say, this fried has decided to go raw, and while I’m a little cynical about trendy diets and lifestyles and such, I am very open minded, especially to ideologies that promote health and peace, and heck, what could be soooo bad about eating raw fruits and veggies? So last night, I had my first raw food cooking lesson (courtesy of aforementioned friend, who is paying well for private lessons and has invited me to intrude, er, join in on). And you know what? It’s not so bad! Granted, I’m definitely a gal who loves her meat, but heck, I can eat a raw meal now and again. And according to our new chef/cooking teacher, even supplementing a meal or two can make a huge difference. So thus far I have learned to cook (I mean prepare) a tasty oatmeal dish, an apple sunflower cream and a tomato basil soup, which are not all that bad if you ask me. Of course tonight I made my husband and I chicken fajitas and beans, but hey, I’m taking classes from a vegan raw foodist and I’ sure that should transmute somehow.
Doesn’t it?
Brace yourselves. I am becoming a raw foodist.
Well, not really, but I’ve taking raw food cooking classes. Not something I would’ve taken on my own, but I have this friend…You know…the kind of friend who DIVES into everything they take on until they move on to the next thing to DIVE into. The friend who doesn’t just decide to go to law school, but becomes valedictorian of her graduating class, becoming a lawyer, only to discover yoga and get trained by Bikhram himself and open her own yoga studio, only to sell it and become a successful mortgage banker and end up marrying a VP of a very well known company and I cold go on…Needless to say, this fried has decided to go raw, and while I’m a little cynical about trendy diets and lifestyles and such, I am very open minded, especially to ideologies that promote health and peace, and heck, what could be soooo bad about eating raw fruits and veggies? So last night, I had my first raw food cooking lesson (courtesy of aforementioned friend, who is paying well for private lessons and has invited me to intrude, er, join in on). And you know what? It’s not so bad! Granted, I’m definitely a gal who loves her meat, but heck, I can eat a raw meal now and again. And according to our new chef/cooking teacher, even supplementing a meal or two can make a huge difference. So thus far I have learned to cook (I mean prepare) a tasty oatmeal dish, an apple sunflower cream and a tomato basil soup, which are not all that bad if you ask me. Of course tonight I made my husband and I chicken fajitas and beans, but hey, I’m taking classes from a vegan raw foodist and I’ sure that should transmute somehow.
Doesn’t it?
posted by Alana at 11:36 PM
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