Writing from the Farm House

Paleo snack at the desk. Counting down the moments until I can spin in the sweaty studio while watching this snowstorm. Hello, Vermont spring, hello.

If. I. Could. Eat. This. Everyday. I’d. Be. One. Happy. Lady.

Gluten free oats soaked over night in egg whites heated and topped with spoonful almond butter and dried strawberries. Post Crossfit breakfast. Burpees to rower to yum.

Chicken- avocado- lettuce- egg- Dijon dressing- roasted squash- sweet potato chips- work lunch- yes, Monday.

After slicing open and seed picking one of these babes, my kitchen looks like a crime scene.

Local turkey burgers are simmering, roasted Brussels sprouts are resting, and the bacon is still chilling in the refrigerator. Paleo date night with my beau…well there may be a fresh, local roll on his plate.
Time to make this apartment aroma with bacon.

Lil’ piggy x 3: strip that bun, chow that pork patty, bacon, and pulled pork, lady. (Add some Brussels sprouts in the side sweetie.)

Last day for a 2012 Vermont brunch: an omelet with avocado, spinach, & bacon from Mirabelle’s with the sis! Don’t forget the coffee and meanderings through Church St to follow. Snow snow snow and traffic and white lights fighting to shine in the cloudy daylight.

Even after inch after inch after inch of snow, I crave salads. Even in then month of December my bowl contains local: spinach, chicken, egg, and sweet potato. Even though my wine is most definitely from Argentina and the celery is from…somewhere…Vermont is definitely dominating my dinner…and I’ll continue to ignore the 15 degree reality of winter.

Pulled pork loves avocado loves tomatoes loves local loves tummy.