Here in our household, we’ve started a new way of eating. It’s based on research conducted by Weston A. Price, a dentist who examined the eating habits and health of primitive cultures, and the books we’re using are Nourishing Traditions and Eat Fat, Lose Fat. I’m not going to bore you with the details, I’m just going to tell you how it’s working out so far.
The Ogre is thrilled, because his two favorite food groups, butter and meat, are in liberal abundance.
The children are mutinous, because it means no more cookies, cakes, mac and cheese, or pizza.
I’m tired. I’ve spent the last few days in the kitchen, making broths and stocks and oil mixes, cleaning out our fridge and freezer and cabinets, and chopping loads and loads of vegetables. I feel really, really good about making nutritious food for my family, but not so good about missing out on internet and blogging nonsense for the last few days. I love nonsense. It makes me happy.
Additionally, at this precise moment I’m drinking a cup of herbal tea with a tablespoon of coconut oil in it. It’s disgusting in every sense of the word, but apparently coconut oil is an appetite suppressant, plus it’s extremely good for nursing mothers because it is excreted in milk and protects babies from viruses and colds. So I’m choking down the oily tea, which sadly is not being helped by the large amount of honey I added. Now it’s just really sweet and really oily.
Hopefully in the next week I’ll figure out how to maximize the nutritional benefits while minimizing the time spent in the kitchen so I can get back to the really important stuff in life…blogging. Till then, please say a prayer for me as I try to convince my children to eat real food instead of orange powder-coated pasta.