I was going to have this post be homemade chocolate milk but this couldn’t wait so I postponed that to next week (sorry for those of you who were waiting, it will be posted after this post, I pinky promise). I was so anxious to get this out that I’m spontaneously writing this the night before my high school graduation, meaning I will be graduating today. There is a lot of noise about gluten-free, Paleo, etc. still going around. And you know what? I’m pretty sick of it. I’m sick of the labeling and I’m sick of the constant biting of each other’s heads off. I don’t want to read an article that frequently uses big words to make their point seem more valid yet it’s ballooned with strong opinions from people fighting for their own biased interests. The point is eat whatever you please.
There are times that I’m very good at using up all of the food in my fridge before it goes bad and then there are times where the fridge becomes a vegetable graveyard. I try to be as resourceful and waste as little as possible by pickling, fermenting, trying new cooking methods, etc. Once I’ve exausghted all of those options it just becomes a challenge to figure out exactly what’s next. Luckily for me I’m good at trying weird things and cooking radishes was next on the list.
For mothers day I had planned to make my mom this extravagant and well thought out tasting menu that I had set up for her. The only downside was that I was neglecting the fact that prom weekend was placed right over mothers day (thanks guys). If you know anything about prom weekend, it’s practically impossible to get anything done that isn’t related to Prom. On the bright side I did ask my girlfriend to prom with my chewy dark chocolate chunk cookies with sea salt, which of course she said yes to. You can’t really say no to cookies.
I don’t recall how I actually got a hold of one of my favorite writers Lisa Fain of Homesick Texan, but we ended up speaking a little bit to each other. Both of us being ecstatic about my new cookbook as well as her new cookbook. We went back and forth about where she used to live in Texas, and I told her about my story. One coincidental thing that I found out was that she actually used to live in the same area that I live in right now, and went to the same exact high school that my mom went to.
Once I finished the signings for my cookbook in New Jersey and New York City I still had an entire day left until my flight back home. I promptly woke up in the morning to devise a schedule which really ended up being only one location which was Lobster Joint; recommended by my brother. Other than the threat of being mugged on the way to the place, my lone subway travel was fairly enjoyable. Before you start asking questions about the mugging I’m fairly certain the old guy that was threatening me of this had dementia of some sort, but I’m not entirely sure, I’m totally fine though.
If you have been keeping an eye on my social media you might know that I’m on a book tour! Currently I’m on my flight back to Texas from the East Coast part of my book tour, which was slightly shorter than expected due to school. I planned on going to Virginia but sadly my schedule only allowed me to go to New Jersey and New York. Although I’m not complaining at all, it was all worth while.
I started the tour in New Jersey where the kind and wonderful people Dana and Karianne of Guerrilla Fitness let me do a Q&A and book signing at their Morristown location. Lucky for me they helped a ton with promotion even though it was slightly last second.
When I was planning my cookbooks release party that happened a little while back I had to organize a menu for what we were eating. The up side of doing that was that I was able to satisfy the control freak in me and have everything that I wanted served to be there. But of course the down side was a massive amount of work added to the many deadlines that come with planning any sort of thing. Then again it could just be me being a terrible planner, I’m good at putting things of until the very last second.
I have had a problem lately. An obsession really. Cookies; I try to stop thinking about them but then they just keep coming back to me, calling my name. Maybe it’s all of the planning and work on my cookbook getting to me but even so, this is a really unusual thing for me. I don’t typically dive into the sweets or really think about them that often because I’m more of a savory guy. Even if I do get the hankering for something sweet I’m usually just fine with something as small and simple as a spoon full of coconut butter.
With that said, I also endorse listening to your body. In this case, my body wanted cookies, therefore I listened. That’s as scientific as I need to get about that because you just don’t question cookies. Actually this might be very bad advice for some people.
I feel that right off the bat this post is going to start a debate about whether or not dairy is okay. Look here, if you’re dairy intolerant in any way then I totally understand if it doesn’t appeal to you. While there is a large group of people that are dairy intolerant I am fairly sure that there is a good amount of people who can tolerate it as well. I fall into the category that can tolerate it. I don’t need to be chastised about my choices here especially since I have the rest of my eating under control and I focus only consuming grass-fed, and raw dairy. Plus it tastes oh so good and life without butter, cream, yogurt, and the various other dairy delights is not a life for me; again with exception to those who are intolerant.
Well these past few weeks have just been awfwonderful. Yes, I know what you’re thinking, that’s not a word. But you have to understand, the only way I could explain my feelings was simply to create a new one. Since I am the creator of this word I suppose I have to define it. Basically it’s when the majority of something that you do is so wonderful yet so crazy that you can’t decide whether you’re enjoying it or going moderately insane.
So far I’ve done two of my locations for my book tour and they went great but the planning for the rest is a bit sporadic. I’m working my hardest to contact the places that I want to go to but not all of them like to reply to me. I don’t take it personally, it’s just one of those predicaments you get set in whenever you email someone and cannot email anyone else about that subject until you get a response from the first person you emailed; which you have no clue whether or not they ever will. I didn’t know that send button could be so evil.