Summer time is popsicle time; or ice cream in general. And I tried my hand on it. The result? Hm, let’s say “I’m working on it.”
Don’t get me wrong: I ate all of it. And I am hooked.
Summer time is popsicle time; or ice cream in general. And I tried my hand on it. The result? Hm, let’s say “I’m working on it.”
Don’t get me wrong: I ate all of it. And I am hooked.
Although temperatures have dropped to healthy 10-15 degrees here in Sweden, I am not one to give up hope. I am going to post another summer salad. (will work in autumn too. and in winter. and possibly in spring.)
Summer holidays – especially if I spend them in the park across the street – are ‘lazy cooking’ days for me. And while Swedish summer is not generally known for its massive heat waves, do I prefer cold salads over hot dishes.
This salad is one of the things I remember from when I was a kid: summer, sun, bikini bottoms, the garden hose and a smoking bbq grill and salads. Hmmmm. Memories. As long as I can remember, we always had a vegetable patch in our garden.
Summer time is BBQ time – at least it is for me – and this particular salad has made an appearance there for many many years. Although I have to admit that the salad goes well all on its own.
With summer comes BBQ season and loads of opportunities to experiment. One of the earliest things I remember from when I was little, is growing carrots, sweet peas and radish. The difficult part always being … ‘no, you have to wait until they are a little bigger.’
I admit. When it comes to breakfast, I’ve always been rather lazy. But the ‘coffee-on-the-run’ and the ‘banana-to-go’ doesn’t really work anymore. So … what to do, what to do.
I discovered chia seeds. And they work great for me. The good thing, I am still having a breakfast, which is flying with me so to speak.
Remember the chicken I’ve talked about before Christmas? Yeah? Me too. … That is also the reason why I decided that chicken legs are also good for summer. And trust me, they are. But you will need patience.
Following a bunch of Pinterest post about egg muffins, I decided to give them a chance. So far I did not have much luck with those. Unfortunately. The pictures look delicious.
Leaving eggs aside for a while, I went with mince meat instead. They turn out as fantastic as they look.
I always loved my mother’s stuffed cabbage rolls. I still do, but I have no patience for them. Furthermore, you need to ‘de-smell-ise’ your apartment after you made them.
Now, we all know that pizza is made of crust and toppings. While the toppings may or may not cause problems when eating starch-free … the crust most certainly will.
There is no such thing as a boring omelette. Bland, uninspired, crumbled, … but never boring. Not to say that I haven’t had the exact same thoughts. On the contrary. But if you had to eat omelette for 2 months straight, you start experimenting with the whole concept.
I am no vegetarian. And with a starch-free lifestyle, it is almost impossible to be one. Besides; meatballs, who could possibly live without them? I can’t, that’s for sure. And they actually taste rather nice with almond flour. Trust me on that one.
A while back, I talked about grandma’s carrot soup. Given the fact that I cannot eat potatoes (or rather should not), the soup was off the menu. But the fake potato soup had me thinking about carrots again. It turned out rather well.
What is she talking about? Eating starch-free and then a potato soup?