|Roger William Botanical garden is worth the visit in winter|
I have sat down more than once and started writing. Words just like these, phrases that started with long explanations and excuses for myself, for my life, for the way things have been. I look back and see the last post from 2016 and wonder, where did 2017 go? Why did I never finish any of those 2017 drafts? I sit here in contemplation, listening to podcasts, looking at my house, at my various highlights of that year. I can pin point what went wrong, what is wrong, those moments you think back and go "Well, that wasn't smart." but as a general sense of things I feel like I've been trying to hold sand and water through my fingers and I don't like that feeling of months slipping by, trickling away without me noticing.
I can pin point a few issues, first I can blame my job, because nobody else works (haha) so many hours, I can blame my animals who require so much attention, because it's not me who made the conscious decision to have 5 (6 while I foster a mama) cats and a very needy (and lovely) dog. I can blame my weight because, It's not my fault I'm dragging 280 lbs behind. (Yes, I regained 40 lbs) and I'm too tired to do anything but stare in the void when I come home from work.
I hear the timer on my instant-pot, I get up, soak my hard boiled eggs in cold water and I return. I see my video game is ticking in the background, it calls to me. Do I sound like an addict? I think back on the carrot cake orgy from two weeks ago. My birthday. Happy birthday, I'm 34 years old! Facebook reminds me of that picture from 2012 in Cuba, in my big black swimsuit that reminds me of Free Willy. I cried a little. I bought more snacks.
Carrot cake was delicious, for the record. I make the best damn cake there is and that's a shame. I wish I sucked at it. Can't have carrot cake without little marzipan carrots on top so we made those too. Bags of chip, bucket of ice cream, friends, whiskey and video games. Happy birthday. Four days later I tossed the leftover cake and scrapped off the ice cream in my mouth above the trash container.
Today's Monday, less than a week back in Keto and I feel like we need a chip system like in the AA but we'll call them rasher. I'm so full of energy, spent my days off cleaning the house and playing games, relaxing, recuperating. I had a blood infection caused by a scratch, my leg felt like a giant water balloon with tiny sausages at the end, needles of pain running through my skin whenever I shifted. Doctor calls it cellulitis. I cried there too a little. First time on the scale in - uh... months. I cried.
I look at the calendar that I bought, it's full of foxes and bears, I love it. I haven't touched it since I bought it. It's full of promises of exercise and weight goals and stickers because I love stickers. Not one fulfilled, I went the other way, to hell in a basket full of pastries.
My pants are tight, especially the legs. I can't blame the water retention now but I'm going to anyway. Wednesday I'll have my first Rasher-Token™.
Simply leaving you with this dark confession doesn't sound fair so how about a small quick dirty recipe? It's nothing special, some of you might scoff at it but hey, this is my blog, you're the one reading it.
I never ate fried chicken, I can count on my hands the 3 times I've had KFC. Once as a child, 8th birthday. My brother in law brought some to the house 14 years ago and my brother and his wife had me over to dinner with a giant family bucket which they devoured before my baffled eyes. I since then discovered the joy of well-made fried chicken. A light light batter and plenty of crisp.
Keto Fried Chicken
|I fry in lard if anyone wants to know.|
- Bone-in thighs and drumsticks, whole legs don't quite fit in my little fryer.
- Seasoning is 'to taste' but this is what I use:
2 part kosher salt + 2 part black pepper
1 part garlic powder, onion powder, paprika
1/2 part cayenne pepper
- Pat the chicken dry with a paper towel, toss in seasoning
- Let it cure while the oil is heating up to 375F
Just before frying:
- Toss your chicken and coat all over.
- Gently put in the oil. 15 minutes for thighs and drumsticks, wings usually 10 minutes.
- Let sit a few minutes so you don't burn your mouth (like someone I know, who isn't me.)
Yours truly, a not very hungry Julie but slowly feeling like her again.
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