This is my story of survival.
I love cookbooks like other women love clothes. For me, browsing through a cookbook and trying a few recipes is like trying on a new dress - perhaps a simple sundress, perhaps the perfect little black dress for an evening out, but slipping into a mood, even a persona, and seeing what it feels like. Much like music lovers advocate for the entire album experience instead of individual tracks, I prefer a cookbook over Pinterest recipes, simply because I want the feel and experience what the author brings to the table.
I read the cookbook intros. 'Nuff said.
But Gwyneth's book didn't do much for me. It's a good concept, all no-cow-dairy, no-gluten, no-white-flour, no-white-sugar, no-processed-anything recipes for those times you want to rebalance. But it's all very meh, perhaps because there are just as many photos of Gwyneth's legs as there are of food.
Hey look, it's Gwyn's legs making avocado toast.
Hey look, it's Gwyn's legs holding free-range farm eggs.
Hey look, it's Gwyn's legs with the cookbook co-author, who are of course best of friends.
Setting the idea of Gwyn's ever-present legs aside, I started my GOOP day with breakfast, 7 am: green juice, avocado toast with mayo
|7 am in NoDak in October is a very dark hour, so excuse the lighting|
Morning snack, 10 am: oh sorry, you don't get one
I love my second breakfasts. LOVE. I usually have a cup of coffee and a sweet carby something like a muffin, but this time I settled for a cup of fennel tea and carby nothing. Not having something to sustain me between breakfast and lunch did not put Gwyn in my good graces.
Lunch, noon: turkey burger (bunless) with cucumber yogurt sauce, beet salad with (more) avocado
|Eating lunch in my office's badly lit break room so as not to offend my co-workers with the smell of beets|
With a hunter in the house, I almost never purchase meat at a grocery store, so it was weird buying a pound of turkey burger with its Styrofoam and plastic container and oddly geometric, perfect-rectangle meat shape. But the turkey burgers turned out decent, the pomegranate seeds were my own addition (shh, don't tell). The beet and avocado salad, however, was screaming for goat cheese. In fact, the day after, I had leftover beet salad and covered it in goat cheese and called it dinner. Avocado, as lovely as it is, is not goat cheese.
Dinner, 6 pm: Asian-sauced partridge with Korean slaw and some corn stuff
|"Mom, why do you look so grumpy?"|
The next day I was starving, of course, and ended up eating twice what I usually would. Something I'm sure Gwyn's legs would never do.