When I was younger, you would never find a bottle of honey anywhere in our household. Besides the fact that the word “healthy” never crossed my parents mind, honey to them was extra and totally unnecessary. I mean, why would we have honey when you can just put butter on top of whatever you were eating. And no, not the good grass fed dairy type. The I can’t believe it’s not butter processed garbage. I never had a bottle of honey in my kitchen until I moved out and researched the serious benefits of why it should be a permanent pantry staple.
As you know, we live in a world where using shit ingredients like canola oil (in almost EVERY good on the shelves) , aspartame (in gum), food dyes, sodium nitrates (in normal bacon, sausages, etc.), and man-made ingredients is socially accepted. Why? A part of society doesn’t 1. read the ingredients, 2. doesn’t care about the ingredients, or (and the worst) 3. can’t afford to eat better. Sure, all of these foods in grocery stores AND in the majority of restaurants have super tasty food, but are they beneficial for our current and future health? EFF NO. Okay, I’m done ranting about the foods in our country (for now) and am veering back to the true purpose….
Although Chicago has started to jump on the clean-sustainable-ingredient-restaurant wagon, the gears are still slowly turning. The main struggle I (and everyone else with food issues) have is finding places to eat out where you can trust the quality. Unfortunately, I can count the places where I can “safely” eat in Chicago on one hand — which is extremely sad. However, after much research, I learned that I can now add Range Chicago in Lincoln Park to my inventory.
Ever since last May when I found out about all of my food/environmental allergies, I have been detoxifying my life. The first wave was obviously cleansing my diet. The next phase was household items, makeup, lotions, and soaps. The last lingering change I’ve been neglecting is my gum habit. I mean who doesn’t like gum right– Especially gum that lasts for hours and is your favorite flavor? To counteract my fear of bad breath, I’ve been chewing Stride since I was in high school. Everyday I open the tiny rectangles and pop in that burst of freshness. Gum is my safety blanket. However, now that we are trying for our Rainbow Baby, I need to finish the last piece of my clean-life puzzle.
One thing I miss on AIP is definitely spicy food. I used to LOVE all types of ethnic foods, Ethiopian, Chinese, Peruvian, Thai, Spanish – the spicier the better.
Although I can’t technically have spicy, another thing I love just as much are colorful foods. Seeing only dark greens and bland colored potatoes during the colder months, it’s so refreshing to see bright colored foods at Whole Foods this week. Plus, I’m positive that eating a pretty plate induces happiness. Lord knows I need some sort of positivity in my life.
If you’ve experienced a miscarriage like I have, you’ve realized that there’s not an instruction manual or any sort of normal recovery to base your expectations on. With every pregnancy being different, so are all of women’s bodies. It’s important to make yourself aware that researching groups online or asking around won’t speed up the recovery process, it will only speed up anxiety and decrease your patience.
At last – Sweetgreen has FINALLY come to the Midwest. A.K.A. two blocks away from our apartment #praisejesus.
Started in D.C. In 2007, SG only sources local and organic ingredients from farmers and partners they trust. Best of all (in my opinion), their menu lists EVERY SINGLE ingredient used in their bowls, salads, drinks, and dressings. For those of us who have a lot of food allergies/sensitivities, this is like heaven on earth.
I don’t know if it’s my short fuse for pedestrians lately, but it seems like the sidewalks of River North/Streeterville of Chicago have gotten worse in the last couple of months. People are straight up rude, man. Walking in lines of four or fives, not sharing the sidewalk, blowing smoke in your face, not paying attention to their elements, or just purposefully bumping into you. Makes me wanna go HAM on some tourists really bad – Even if my hands are full of groceries. Instead of shoulder checking a semi-innocent old lady or douschey guy, we try to avoid going out on major streets and stick to the side streets. At least while we still live in Streeterville.
Instead of taking trip to the local Indian restaurant, we decided to bypass the a-hole pedestrians and make our own giant pot of curry.