So, I unsuccessfully completed the whole 30. Here is the deal. I made it a solid 2 weeks. It was hard, real hard. I knew that food was a big part of my life (I mean I married a chef), but I didn't realize how much of my entire being revolved around food. We have all heard the saying the kitchen is the heart of the home. Well if this is true, then food and meal time is the heart of my family. I spend more time in the kitchen than any other room, creating and tasting with the hubby and kids.
I wanted to prove to myself I could do this. The first week I rocked meal prep and by the middle of the second week I felt less bloated (and swear my stomach was flatter). However, the hubby was dying for me to taste some new cheeses he brought home and seemed on edge about some meal choices. Some Whole 30 friendly recipes were amazing! I mean, you can basically eat all veggies and a dishes of locally grown veggies are among our favorite things to eat! You can eat all meats and fruits as well. My husbands gripe with the "diet" is that you cannot have any legumes ("how are beans or chickpeas not okay but you can eat a bunch of bacon? This is stupid"). He did have a point, but I tried to stick with it. While the rest of the family ate pasta with bolognese sauce, I had spaghetti squash, which was actually a pretty delicious meal.
I had asked my parents to take the little guy that Saturday night so we could have a much needed date night (it had been over 3 months since we had been out together). I told myself I would indulge that night as I had earned it! Indulge I did. We went to a new brewery (which was badass may I add) and I ordered an IPA which was the best thing to touch my lips in the past 2 weeks. We dined at a friends restaraunt we'd been dying to get to since he opened and started our meal with bread. Bread! Cue the choirs of angels. I swear the waitress had wings as she floated over to our table with my gift from the gluten gods. I was in heaven. I realized that I had been depriving myself of the things I loved. Now, eating piles of cheese and gluten is not a good thing, nor do I intend on doing it on the daily, but what is the point of doing this for 30 days, only to be miserable, when I know that I am never going to eliminate these things from my life forever. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose ten pounds just to put them back on over the next month or so and feel bad about myself.
I did take some things away from this experience. I have been packing salads instead of sandwiches, I have not been eating bagels for breakfast, but switching those options for berries and granola or eggs most days. I will continue to indulge and create in the kitchen with my husband, well, because it's what brought us together.
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and in my relationship I find this 100% true. This past weekend we set aside time together to work on a blog post for diggingforrootsblog.com (recipe). Patrick has been dreaming of making parsnip doughnuts for while now, so I decided I'd join the doughnut party and make a chocolate sour cream doughnut (sweet indulgences should be made of chocolate in my mind). I found what seemed to be a pretty solid recipe online, made my dough the night before (it tasted pretty good) and went to bed so excited to fry those babies up in the a.m. My dough was a cake dough and Patrick's was a yeast risen dough, so I thought that having 2 drastically different doughnuts would be nice.
I made my glaze before we got rocking on the fryolator. It was the perefct consistency. We fried some doughnuts, dipped them in the glaze and let them set until the moment of truth. The parsnip donuts were pure perfection! Light and airy with the addition of honey and bergamont to the glaze! Sooooo good. The chocolate doughnuts on the other hand were not so yummy. I was aggrivated that all my work the night before and all the anticipation led up to this culinary disappointment. Patrick assured me we'd resurrect the chocolate doughnut and that it wasn't my fault that the recipe sucked. It took me a little bit to get out of my fryolater funk, but I trashed the remainder of my dough and started dipping and styling the parsnip donuts. They were gorgeous with the simple glaze, but I was craving that chooclate! Hubby taught me how to make a ganache, and I dipped a few and covered them with festive sprinkles.
We snacked on doughnuts all morning, I mean we had to taste test them before we put up a recipe! After seeing how many doughnuts we actually ended up with, we called and texted friends and family to come help us eat them! As I sat down to write a post I realized something. Life is all about perspective. I failed at completing the Whole 30, I failed at making chocolate doughnuts, however within these failures came triumphs. Learnning to make healthier choices without feeling deprived? Win. A Saturday morning in my pajamas til noon with the man I love cooking in the heart of our home? Win. Styling delicious doughnuts and sharing them with loved ones? Win.