Anyway, mussels. The Sage is a moulefree zone, so I generally eat them when he’s out. In fact, I deliberately plan nice meals when he’s away because I don’t react to being lonely by being sorry for myself, which is just silly. I buy something I like and he doesn’t, so it works out for the best. Sometimes, I cook a new recipe, especially if it’s spicy, so that I can gauge whether it needs toning down for him.
It was quite a trayful in the end, a dish of moules marinières, a separate dish of the liquid because I’d strained it in case I hadn’t scrubbed every grain of sand off the mussels, and it was easier to sip separately, a plate, a dish for the shells, a glass of wine, a spoon and a plate for the bread. Because a rice cake just doesn’t go with the dish. I sat in the sitting room – oh yes, dear hearts, I’m not one to avoid the obvious, and I read the paper and I watched daytime tv. Though I can’t remember what was on, come to think of it, so I must have mostly scooped mussels out of their shells and afterwards read the papers.
As Blue Witch says, a lot of people find they feel healthier without bread. I’ve got several friends who had IBS, diverticulitis and suchlike, who cured themselves by cutting out wheat. One had had to give up all raw fruit and vegetables, to her great disappointment, but now is fine – she’s still cautious about raw veg which is noticeably heavy on a delicate digestive system, but she’s good with salads again – and a couple of others who just feel generally better. In my case, I’m already surprisingly healthy, which I put down to eating a little bit of absolutely everything and – let’s face it – being extremely lucky. But, though I don’t feel any different, I have got that little fat round tummy this evening.
Tomorrow, I will have it again. Because we’re going to a tea party to celebrate a friend’s 95th birthday. I suspect we’ll have the full monty, sandwiches, scones, cakes and all. It’ll be great and I will not consider the diet at all.
What to have for breakfast is the problem, though. It’s not quite porridge weather yet. I’ve bought some muesli, although I’m not that keen on the way any cereal goes soggy the moment milk touches it. Maybe an egg, otherwise. Or a banana. *Sigh*. I get bored with anything that I eat daily, I have to ring the changes.
It’s not right to feel hungry at 10.15 pm after a decent dinner, but your description of your lunch has done the trick here.
Dinner was pork in a white wine, cream and mustard sauce with sautéed potatoes and salad, in case that helps?
Yes, thank you, darling. That will see me through the night, until my breakfast of devilled kidneys and kedgeree.
It doesn’t do any harm to eat shellfishly
How on earth you lose weight when you eat like that I have absolutely no idea. Must be all the calories you use up dashing around doing everything you do.
Delicious, Tim. I relish a nice kidney.
Not pleasant being shellfish through Rog, especially when you wind up being dunked in a pan of shallots and white wine.
A slosh of cream was the only indulgence, BW. Well, I cooked the shallot in a little butter, but a splash of wine and the mussels were the only other ingredients, so it wasn’t a fattening lunch. If you ‘go on a diet’ then you come off it again, which is the reason most people put weight back on, so one has to find a way to enjoy food forever. Eating less, but whatever I like is the key for me.
We both occasionally have to diet for a while. But we do have an unwritten rule that whenever we have a meal with friends common courtesy dictates that dieting is not mentioned and we eat whatever is set before us and ENJOY it.
Absolutely, Mike. I demonstrated that amply when I was blog-visiting at the end of September and tucked into all that Ziggi, Mig and Barney, and Tim offered me!
I was referring to a lunch like that followed by a dinner with cream sauce and sauteed potatoes… plus the wine.
I’m just jealous really, y’know 😉
It’s learning when to put the fork down that does it. And the glass, but I don’t count alcohol as fattening…
Mmmm….I love mussels. Especially with onions, garlic, cream and wine.
I’d definitely join you for a bowlful.
I love bread. In fact, I’m the biggest fan of carbs ever. Years and years ago, it was suggested to me by a herbalist that it was the bane of my existence and I should give it all up.
That actually made things far worse. Salads don’t do my guts any favours at all. Once I went back to my normal carb diet, all was well.
As an aside, I recently started to enjoy squid. Considering I’ve always loathed it, I’m quite surprised.
I love bread too, especially the crust. But I’m fine keeping it for a treat.
I think that we need to work out what’s best for us as individuals. It’s just not the same for everyone. I’m lucky enough to have robust digestion, but being able to eat cheese and lose weight is what’s driving this low carb thing!
It’s porridge weather here! -3c last night, 0c midday!
Well, not porridge season I should have said. Not before December.
Porridge has a season?
D’you know I might have porridge tomorrow (it’s certainly cold enough).
*Wanders off to look for oats that haven’t been already eaten by animals since they were bought*
Cereal isn’t my thing, it has to be really cold and I have to be really hungry to want porridge.
But if you have cream with the porridge doesn’t that tip the scales? And aren’t oats supposed to be anti-whatever-it-is that’s bad about cream so you can have them together and feel good?
I think I’ll have porridge tomorrow.