There were six of us at the last dinner and I was host. At least two of them are bloody wonderful cooks, I'm pretty good but those gals are the sort that could put Nigella to shame.
We allow ourselves a little leeway on the carb front, I'm the only (known) diabetic amongst us and that night there two vegetarians round the table as well.
One of the Gals makes it her mission to try to find the lowest carb Champagne possible and we are all forced to taste a glass or five after all, it's only polite.
I'm not so good at timing, so I decided on a cold, all-ladies-present-friendly starter of a babyleaf salad with lambs lettuce and pea shoots. A few raspberries, a sprinkle of pomegranate seeds, some crumbled fresh, young goats cheese and a raspberry and olive oil dressing went down very well and looked perfect in shiny white flat bowls.
The carnivores got duck, a puree of turnip with onion and ginger, asparagus and a sort of confit made with a reduction of shallots, cherries, a splash of port and stock.
The others got an aubergine bake with a lovely hint of smoked paprika and lots of garlic. Cauliflower rice with sundried tomatoes, mushrooms and garlic was the perfect thing to soak up all those flavours.
There are two things I have never been able to make and one of those is meringue, so I handed over the task to the baker of the group, along with a bag of granulated malitol. Her first attempt was valiant if a not white, but very, very edible. I didn't want to risk disaster so another pud was ready and waiting; Chocolate and Chestnut Terrine (yes, it ABSOLUTELY needs a title it is, after all the dessert that others beg me to make).
The evening saw us all sprawled on my superking sized bed, fully clothed, happy and thinner.........
Friday, 8 July 2011
The Way and the Ladies!
We've been doing it a while now, my ladies and me. Once a month in each others company, with impunity, we fill our bodies with the sort of food that 'they' would have you believe causes heart disease, high cholesterol, strokes and obesity. Ha! What do they know!
I'm going to try and not bang on about low-carbing and how wonderful it is in my blog but I fear I shall fail, miserably.
So, I shall let you have my story, just this once, so you know where I've been and where I'm going, then it will be fripperies, finery and food.
I was super fit and super thin until I had my (now grown up) children. I stuffed my face at every opportunity but never got fat because I was in the Army and when posted in the middle of nowhere, all there is to do is eat, drink and exercise. I ran, played volleyball and sustained many painful and sometimes embarrassing injuries on a trampoline (and the obligatory fitness tests).
Then it happened; I got married, got out, got bored, got pregnant. Breastfeeding and not being able to drive helped keep me in a fairly 'normal' weight bracket for a few years but then I got a licence, got a divorce and got skint.
Slowly, slowly up the scales I went.
Three years of university lectures and eating at every break and slowly, slowly...........
June 2008 and I volunteered for a blood pressure drugs trial. I was 19st and on anti-hypertensives, working full-time and bringing up the children. I was bled and tested for all sorts, to ascertain my suitability for the trial.
A week later I got a phone call. It was one of the researchers telling me that, in all probability, I had diabetes. Ho hum, I thought, no surprise there. Dad has it and I tested positive a few years back for thyroid peroxidase antibody, an indicator of auto-immune disease, of which diabetes is one.
Did I let it get me down? No! It has been one of the most liberating things I have ever had the fortune to have gone through. A quick search online and within 24 hours I had done my research and carbohydrates became blasphemous. Fat was my new BFF.
I hold non-diabetic blood sugar levels, the blood lipid profiles that my GP simply doesn't believe and have left behind 6 stones and an early, slow, debilitating death.
They sneak out of the woodwork, them there Low-Carbers and before I knew it, I'm part of a large bunch of women who understand the science, succulence and success of not eating a potato. We meet once a month and stuff our faces. We laugh, get tiddly and slag off the establishment that will see off millions of pounds of NHS money on treating those with carbohydrate poisoning. We eat fantastic food and get thinner and thinner..........
I'm going to try and not bang on about low-carbing and how wonderful it is in my blog but I fear I shall fail, miserably.
So, I shall let you have my story, just this once, so you know where I've been and where I'm going, then it will be fripperies, finery and food.
I was super fit and super thin until I had my (now grown up) children. I stuffed my face at every opportunity but never got fat because I was in the Army and when posted in the middle of nowhere, all there is to do is eat, drink and exercise. I ran, played volleyball and sustained many painful and sometimes embarrassing injuries on a trampoline (and the obligatory fitness tests).
Then it happened; I got married, got out, got bored, got pregnant. Breastfeeding and not being able to drive helped keep me in a fairly 'normal' weight bracket for a few years but then I got a licence, got a divorce and got skint.
Slowly, slowly up the scales I went.
Three years of university lectures and eating at every break and slowly, slowly...........
June 2008 and I volunteered for a blood pressure drugs trial. I was 19st and on anti-hypertensives, working full-time and bringing up the children. I was bled and tested for all sorts, to ascertain my suitability for the trial.
A week later I got a phone call. It was one of the researchers telling me that, in all probability, I had diabetes. Ho hum, I thought, no surprise there. Dad has it and I tested positive a few years back for thyroid peroxidase antibody, an indicator of auto-immune disease, of which diabetes is one.
Did I let it get me down? No! It has been one of the most liberating things I have ever had the fortune to have gone through. A quick search online and within 24 hours I had done my research and carbohydrates became blasphemous. Fat was my new BFF.
I hold non-diabetic blood sugar levels, the blood lipid profiles that my GP simply doesn't believe and have left behind 6 stones and an early, slow, debilitating death.
They sneak out of the woodwork, them there Low-Carbers and before I knew it, I'm part of a large bunch of women who understand the science, succulence and success of not eating a potato. We meet once a month and stuff our faces. We laugh, get tiddly and slag off the establishment that will see off millions of pounds of NHS money on treating those with carbohydrate poisoning. We eat fantastic food and get thinner and thinner..........
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