I love the Body Positive stuff going around these days. I know a lot of people may not, but I totally support it. I’m also one of those weirdos who embraces it in other people but not for myself. Do you ever do that? I can be supportive of a chubby chick in a bikini, but won’t wear a shirt sleeve above the elbow all through Summer because I’m sensitive about anyone seeing my arms. I’m a secret fat vegan. I recently joined a gym, which is a big deal for me. I got the Boy to scope it out for a few days as I wanted one with minimal humans present. We found a cheap one, with barely another person and the machines are all powered by the machine itself. I love that! My little electronic screens and monitors and whatnot are powered by me! I want a thing like that in my house, like a TV powered by bike. I have plans to make one, but that’s another day. If I feel embarrassed or judged by the men lifting weights, I can now be happy knowing they need me for the lights to work because only the cardio machines are collecting the power for the electric junk.
Anyway, so I joined a gym and finally got over that massive fear. I have always thought gyms bizarre, because you can run and cycle for free, outside! But then wouldn’t do this in fear of another car beeping at me and calling out fat slurs. I have a treadmill at home, which I love, but girl likes to mix it up a bit. Plus, I have since discovered that I can break a sweat majorly while reading, thanks to exercise bikes. I’m also mildly addicted to all of the weight machines. We’ve been going for about an hour a day, and I have my personal training session tomorrow. I’m nervous, again, in fear of imagined judgements. Hopefully my trainer will soon realise I am a Beast (by the way, I am a Beast).
After a particularly productive gym session, I made a super delicious feast. Wonderfully balanced flavours, greens from the garden, and these fake chicken things we got on sale. I know it’s not particularly healthy to eat fake meats, but they carry my marinades so well that I let it slide occasionally. They also look strangely like ballerina shoes (not ballerina feet, which are horrific) and are still going to be healthier than an actual chicken titty. Prepare to be impressed by this culinary piece of deliciousness.
- 1 cup (100%) pomegranate juice
- 1 tsp stock powder
- 2 tsp raw sugar
- 1 tsp cornstarch
- 4 "fake chicken" breasts or tofu
- 1 TB olive oil
- ½ red onion, diced
- ½ tsp turmeric powder
- 1 tsp cumin seeds
- ½ can lentils, drained
- ½ cup flat leaf parsley, chopped
- ½ cup mini tomatoes, halved
- handful pea sprouts
- 3 TB pistachios, crushed
- In a saucepan, combine the juice, stock and sugar. Season with pepper. Bring the pot to a slow boil, then keep simmering until the liquid has halved. Keep an eye on it to stop any burning.
- Take a small bowl, and scoop out a few tablespoons of the hot pomegranate juice from the pan. Whisk in the cornstarch. Once it's a paste, pour it back into the pan and whisk in. Remove from the heat.
- Take a sheet of foil, and place the fake meat and place in the centre of the foil. Carefully pour over the pomegranate and wrap to prevent side-spilling. Bake at 150*C for 30 minutes, then increase the temperate to 180*C for another 10 minutes.
- In a hot pan, heat the oil a little. Add the onion and the spices. One the cumin seeds start to pop, add the lentils. Stir to coat and cook for another 5 minutes. Remove from the heat.
- Plate up with the fresh veg, pomegranate pieces, lentil mix and top with the crushed pistachios.