Wednesday, 22 March 2017
I'm sitting here in front of my semi burnt toast feeling uninspired. Not even the thick layer of butter and the creamy mush of avocado on top can disguise the fact that this is an unfulfilling start to the day. I know without a doubt that 20 minutes after I've finished breakfast my poor old gut is going to be rumbling and the kiddo's are going to start asking if it's morning tea time yet. I've had my doubts about a Western breakfast for quite a while now. I've been paying attention to the less than ideal cycle it gets us into, toast or sugary cereal leads to sudden rise in blood sugar levels, leads to crash, leads to unhealthy snacking all day etc etc. Rather than feeling comfortably full and satisfied we just always have our noses in the pantry.
On the whole we're a pretty healthy bunch. The majority of our fruit and vegetables come either from our vege garden or from our amazing vege guy at the local Sunday market, we use spelt flours, keep away from processed foods and try to make sure that most other foods we consume are organic. Yet Ayana and I both suffer from regular bouts of candida, we all have a grumbling gut and we're always living with brain fog. So we thought we might embark on a fun little experiment. We've decided to begin the day with miso soups and grilled fish like in Japan, dahl curries from India, Moroccan fried eggs, Irish boxty pancakes, Peruvian noodle soups, and whatever else takes our fancy. Obviously this will take some meal planning and may not be possible on days when we have to be out of the house at 830am but I'd like to try it at least a couple of times a week.
Nic gifted me Little Tables last year which is full of inspiring recipes and the most beautiful images so that's where we're planning to begin our breakfast journey.
Well as predicted in the time it has taken me to write this little post my stomach has decided it could really do with some morning tea so I'm off to snoop around in the fridge for dinner leftovers.