Stock Experimentation Mode

We consume a lot of stock in our house, mostly as a hot drink alongside a savoury breakfast or as a quick way of creating soup for lunch. With a pressure cooker, making stock is a quick, easy and CHEAP way of creating wonder food. In addition, it feels good to make use of parts of the animals that would otherwise go to waste!

For this week's stock of stock (har har) mamma and I decided to go a bit crazy in the meat aisle. We've done pig's trotters before:

Dainty little trotters

But these little beauties were a first (ok, fine, they look pretty gross even to me):

As we say in Swedish: griseknorr

Verdict to follow!

The only little pesky detail is that although these pigs are of Swedish origin (as opposed to Danish, brrrr), they were conventionally reared. :-( I am working on finding ways of sourcing ethically reared meat, but it will take a bit of time. Watch this space!

Portable Paleo Food

I have learned the hard way that suitable food is hard to come by when travelling. On a recent train journey, I had to resort to buying an egg mayonnaise sandwich and a pre-packaged, then microwaved burger. These finds were then raided for their content and the bread disposed of. Less than ideal, especially since I foolishly read about the meat content in the burger patty (less than 50%), but at least it meant that I survived all the way home.

Ahead of my flight to Sweden tomorrow, I have made some portable paleo friendly fare: bacon wrapped mini omelettes with leek and courgette.

Here's what I used for six:
4 eggs
2tbs creamed coconut (previously mixed with hot water to form a paste)
1/2 courgette, finely chopped
4 cm leek, finely chopped
7 pieces of streaky bacon
Salt and pepper
Ghee to grease the tin

Whisk eggs with creamed coconut, then mix in the leek and courgette. Add salt and pepper to taste. Grease the muffin tin and line with bacon. I used six pieces around the edges and cut up the seventh to go into the bottoms. Pour in the egg batter and bake in the oven for c. 20 minutes at 175 degrees.

This recipe can be varied endlessly, depending on what you have in the fridge. Sundried tomatoes and capers add extra flavour, fried mushrooms, onion and garlic is great too.

The Low Carb Booze Cruise

So I've been talking about this low carb-themed 24 hour booze cruise for a while now and yesterday I finally boarded M/S Galaxy in Stockholm.

I admit, I boarded this with a tiny bit of trepidation...

The Swedish LCHF (low carb, high fat) movement has been growing immensely over the last decade and this year's cruise hit an all time record attendance of over 500 low carb converts. LCHF is still seen as a bit of a cult in mainstream society, but many of the "teachings" are starting to trickle through (WeightWatchers are regularly ridiculed in the media, sales figures of light products such as margarine have decreased sharply, supermarkets are stocking more organic fruit/veg, etc). As the Tesco slogan goes, every little helps...

It was surreal to finally listen to and even talk to some of the people that have inspired me over the last few years. I spotted some of the very early pioneers in the crowd and on stage, including Dr Annika Dahlqvist and Dr Andreas Eenfeldt. I listened to and met a bunch of bloggers, both small time ones like me as well as bigger names, including the force of nature called My and one of my mom's favourites, Tommy Runesson (this one is for you, mamma ;-) ):

Tommy gets mobbed by fans all the time

Being the Lone Ranger, I crashed a few "parties" as well. The "I'm a celebrity on Instagram" entrepreneurial girlie crowd happily let me join their entourage, slightly overwhelming me with their "Insta" celebrity spotting and food logs. I had breakfast with two of the teachers on the paleo nutrition course that I will be attending this summer, Jonas Berqvist and Louise Edlund, as well as one of their former students Lena Winroth. And to top it off, I had dinner with lovely Olle, a thoughtful and inquisitive young man who kept me entertained in the queue for salami and cheese:

All smiles after bagging some salami

All in all, this was a fantastic crash course in Swedish low carb culture. Nothing new in terms of lecture content, but loads of new input for me on how people think and reason around low carb/ paleo, etc. And again, I was blown away by how open, friendly, enthusiastic and entrepreneurial people are. Go Sweden. :-)

Second Best Use For Nettles

Sporting my gardening gloves, I raided my local park for these beauties this afternoon. A whole bag full is now soaking in a pot to make an all-natural fertiliser.

This is clearly only the second best use for nettles. The best use would be nettle soup, but I don't think I would be able to find any nettles in London that haven't been exposed to dogs.

My Menu on an Average Thursday

Just because I haven't done it since the Whole 30, I thought I'd share what I've eaten today. It's possibly not the most inspired menu, but it was tasty and quite varied.

Breakfast
Banana omelette, bacon and spinach

Home cured bacon is the best, but not the prettiest

Lunch
Leftover soup: roast chicken thighs, carrots and beetroot in homemade stock and creamed coconut

There's no better way to use up leftovers than in a soup

Dinner
Wild venison and beef mince fried with some carrots, creamed coconut and spices
Purple sprouting broccoli and leek in ghee and coconut oil with lemon zest, lemon juice and ginger

I have waited so long for purple sprouting broccoli in my veg box - it did not disappoint!

In Praise of Scanian Gastro Geeks

I spent my first day in Sweden doing what I do best, yap with strangers, preferably about food and fodder. I figured I might as well put my new business cards to use right away. First up was soup mecca Buljong, followed by Saluhallen, Lund's indoor foodie market.

Soup kitchen extraordinaire

What first struck me was how passionate people are. The soup enthusiast founder of Buljong who never compromises on local & seasonal ingredients (no Swedish asparagus this year = no asparagus soup, deal with it). The mustard farmers at Petersborg who wouldn't dream of spoiling their products with additives (e.g. citric acid, aka mould and solvent). The butcher at Holmgrens who prides himself in minimal wastage:

Meat proud butcher

The second thing that struck me was that my private little fear of not finding likeminded people is unfounded. Although I had surprisingly few hesitations about ditching my previous career and going off on a paleo tangent, I have been ever so slightly fearful of how my fellow countrymen would receive me. Being a Londoner meant being just another (weirdo) foreigner among other foreigners, a perfect parallel universe for an expat kid. But these people blew me away! Passion, enthusiasm, fire in their bellies. Oh yeah, this is going to be good...

Paleo Pitstop in Lund

How lucky am I? Fresh off the boat in Sweden and I get a welcome breakfast like this.

Carro gets all excited about her egg

Carro was one of my first low carb mentors 3 years ago (cheering me into a largely cream-based ketosis). Funny how things go! Who could have guessed that her early influence would eventually lead me back to Sweden, first stop her kitchen?

Primal Breakfast Habits

Moving out of my last London flat has been a stressful experience, to say the least. I'm not sure what it is about cleaning, scrubbing, polishing, chucking out and packing that is so very painful, but it finished me off.

Luckily, I have some fantastic friends to look after me during my last days in London. Not only do the Nañawas make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, they also have excellent breakfast habits... Bacon/chorizo/cheese/cream scrambled eggs with pork adobo and a side of triple shot americano & cream, anyone?

Communal nose picking is sooooo primal

Marketing Paleo

Our first Paulsson Paleo business cards. Just in time for Cecilia to take to Sweden and hand out at all the Paleo / Primal events and Organic Farms she is going to visit and work at. Spread the word!

Special Occasion Chocolate Cake

I don't do much baking anymore, but I keep loads of recipes bookmarked for special occasions. Yesterday was an extraordinarily special occasion: it was our last Sunday dinner with Cecilia for a while, so I pulled out a chocolate cake recipe that I had been eyeing up for a while.

This No joke dark chocolate cake just looked too good to miss. I made just a few changes: American recipes tend to go heavy in the sweet stuff, so I reduced the amount of maple syrup to about 1/4 cup, added in a mashed banana and upped the amount of fat to make up for the lost liquid. Then I put cream and raspberries in the middle instead of the chocolate cream. Oh my, it was amazing!

No joke

Fellow Cavewoman in Camden

I subscribe to an ever increasing number of paleo/ low carb/ primal websites, blogs and groups. On one of them I learned about a new paleo food stall in Camden, Feed Me Primal. I still have a few hours on my hands before I jump on that plane to Sweden, so I set off to find out more. It took me a while to locate the stall, but I finally spotted the sign:

Cavewoman sign

Lovely Gemma started her food stall in January (just a year into paleo!) and has been making a roaring trade ever since.

The actual Cavewoman 

I am looking forward to following her progress from the motherland. Sooooo inspiring to meet someone who made the jump already, go Gemma! :-)

A Sentimental Note on Recycling

I am slowly but surely going through all the bits and pieces of my 7 years in London, bringing some kind of order to the flat ahead of my parents' arrival later this week. Finding these brought a wistful smile to my face.

A full pack as well! Soon to be found in a toilet roll near you. 

No, there was no ritual burning, just a little sad but relieved sigh as I dumped them into the recycling bin. Of course I feel the occasional twinge from missing my old colleagues. The smiles (or, to be fair, grunts) that greeted me in the morning. The casual chats over the years that gave me random glimpses into their lives and personalities. The little dramas shared.

I know that although many of these lovely people will fade away, some will continue to be around in the periphery of my new life. And that is all I can ask for, as I move to a very different phase.

On that uncharacteristically sentimental note... I will be popping outside for my daily three hour walk. Cheerio! :-)

Showing Some Skin

I went for my first barefoot run of the year today. As the soles of my feet need a few weeks to get used to running without protection, I took it easy, running for 30 minutes in the park followed by an hourlong walk along the canal.   

Sidestepping daffodils and dog doo

I've been running and walking barefoot or in barefoot shoes (Vivo and Luna Sandals are my favourites) for close to 3 years now. As with a lot of things that I have changed over the years, it started with a problem. 

I've always been told that I have extremely high arches and that I should be wearing insoles. I caved in my late teens and got tailored insoles from my German podiatrist. He tutted and pointed out how my arches were already collapsing. Lucky me for finding him and his magic insole wand! 

The years went by and I would always choose flat, cushioned shoes over high heels, use ever more advanced insoles and buy top of the range running shoes (the models were always chosen based on my hideous pronation).

Despite my best intentions, a few years ago, my rather modest running habit starting giving me knee pains. At first, it took me a few days to recover. Then it took me a week. Then two weeks. Then a month. You get the picture. How could this be? I was doing everything right! 

So I found a physiotherapist to sort me out. She diagnosed severe ITB and started me on a program of foam rolling. Makes grown men cry. Trust me. She taped my legs and massaged and kneaded and I slowly started recovering. 

The next step was to do a gait analysis and then to create a new set of insoles. This is where my alarm bells went ding DONG and I started stalling. It seemed to me that doing more of the same would just be idiocy. At the same time, I had also come across the concept of barefoot running via Born To Run. Although I don't think we all should be running ultra marathons in leather sandals (way too much cardio, but that's a different story) there was something very alluring about the simple notion of chucking your shoes and healing foot, knee, hip and back issues. 

So I went for it. I threw out my expensive insoles. I bought new shoes. I started running tentatively both completely barefoot and in my new shoes (CAUTION: if you want to try this, start extremely slowly, your body will thank you). Slowly but surely, the last bit of my ITB disappeared. My arches strengthened and stopped aching from my hourlong walks. My toes stopped going numb from my weakened arches. My hips stopped clicking and getting "stuck". And my knees stopped hurting. 

Funny that. What if I had listened to my physio? The physio who prided herself in having started all her children on insoles as soon as they started walking? Who wondered how people in the olden days coped with ITB? It never struck her that maybe they didn't have it???

Ok, so going completely barefoot is perhaps a bit controversial. Even nuts. Especially in London. Camden is a bit gross, I admit. People look at you funny/ point at you/ laugh at you. So barefoot shoes are a pretty decent option. 

Although I don't mind being called crazy (thanks for the compliment!), shouldn't it be the other way around? Look at your own feet. The shoes you squeeze them into. Have you considered how they may be contributing to your foot, knee, shin, hip, lower back, shoulder pains? Aren't you the crazy one? ;-)

You've lost that squishy feeling, oh-oh that squishy feeling

CrossFit Poster Girl (Kinda)

My recent session with Officer M in the SE11 gym was "immortalised" in a blog post on beginner's CrossFit:

http://crossfitse11.com/taking-personal-responsibility/

I love that the post is called Taking Personal Responsibility, as I immediately took it personally and yanked out the broomstick from the closet to start practicing the various lifts that I struggle with. Plus asked RifRaf to order another resistance band for me on Amazon. And constructed a workout to keep the sisterly competitive spirit alive.

I guess sometimes egocentricity can a good thing. :-) Bon, the running track is waiting for me.

My First WOD

Getting up this morning was a bit of chore, to say the least. Those two glasses of wine might as well have been a triple espresso, because I did not sleep at all last night (is this just me???). However, lovely officer M, the CrossFit instructor, had to reschedule our first proper training session for early this morning, so I gladly sucked it up and downed my egg coffee and bacon & eggs and set off through the early morning mist to Vauxhall.

My first ever WOD included the following (to be down with the CrossFit kids, you need to learn an awful lot of acronyms, WOD means Workout of the Day):

20 x squat
15 x sit-up
10 x hang power clean
5 x pull-up

The goal of this particular WOD was to see how quickly I could do 3 of these sets in a row (and not croak). Overall time was 9 minutes and a bit and I actually felt pretty damn awesome afterwards. Not sure what it is about this stuff that just gives me a kick!

About to die during last set

After trying out a few more exercises (box jumps being my new favourites for trying out in the park), I walked home again. What took me 1 hr and 10 in the morning probably took me more than twice as long. Not sure if I should blame that on being unfit (how hard can ten minutes of exercise be?) or the sunshine. :-)

Wild Swimming

I love water! When I saw that there was a river close to the castle, I got it into my head that I wanted to go for a swim. The daughter of the house clearly thought I was nuts, but kindly showed me a lovely bend in the river at the bottom of one of the fields on our morning walk. 

To give you an idea of the weather, check out the layers I was wearing before the skinny dip (not even the dogs would join me...):

The complicated undressing in the mud was well worth it though. Betting I will be sleeping well tonight. 

Swedes to Feed the Sheep

Oh, the things you learn when in the countryside! When on a walk today, we passed several fields with sheep happily munching away at swedes. It turns out swedes make excellent winter feed for sheep. Who knew?

Hang on! That's not grass!

Castle Bangers

When I told my friend D about my dream of some kind of organic farming enterprise, she suggested we go visit her aunt in the Lake District. Aunt Jane and her partner Chris run Askerton Castle organic farm, rearing pigs, cows, sheep, alpacas and various types of birds.

Today was obviously my lucky day, because Jane was making sausages in the butchery and was happy to show me the ropes.

Wannabe butcher posing with sausage meat

Once the pork had been ground up with spices and oats, it was time stuff it into another machine, hook up a sheep or pig intestine to it and start making sausages. 

Stuffing pig intestines, easier said than done

After that, Jane showed me the ultimate party trick, the twisting of sausage links. Apologies to the customer who may have one or two ripped Cumberlands in his vacuum pack... They were mine.

Clearly out of my depth

The Day After the Whole 30

And then there was chocolate again

So that's it. 30 days of strict paleo over and done with. I feel remarkably indifferent to the whole adventure. It was good to try it out, but I can't see or feel any major changes compared to before the 30 days. The biggest gain was hitting the 'reset' button and not accepting any rubbish or even suboptimal food in my diet for the duration. Once you set your mind to it, it is easy to just say no. I hope to keep some of that resolve.

In summary, these are my observations from the Whole 30:

1. 1cm lost around the waist. Disappointing! But then I did really enjoy the food.

2. 1kg lost. I don't own any scales (I don't see the point), and this was measured on two different scales. Scales vary so much that I'd say the weight loss is statistically insignificant. Never mind... I don't really need to lose any anyway.

3. My energy levels are unchanged. Might have more to do with lil T waking me several times per night.

4. My stomach is still playing up. Dairy, sugar, alcohol and processed foods weren't the culprits.

5. Dairy is nice, but not necessary. I'll be indulging in some, but will continue using little at home.

6. It was easy to remove sugar from my diet because I basically did all my own cooking (from scratch). I'll continue doing this at home, with the exception of some high quality and high percentage chocolate once in a while.

7. Liver is awesome.

All in all, I quite enjoyed the Whole 30 and I think I will do another one at some point. Maybe in January, like everyone else.

Mummy Workout

Russian twist with wiggly baby

Last weekend, we had a visit from our lovely friend Sevan who happens to be a personal trainer and mother to a six month old little charmer. As usual when we meet, we talked about nutrition, training and babies. It is no secret that I am not in the same shape as before pregnancy and I struggle to fit any kind of workout into my daily routine. As the good friend that she is, Sevan won't let me get away with those kind of excuses and had a great solution to my problem: doing mini workouts with baby, i.e. either keeping eye contact (and making funny noises) or using baby as a weight (similar to working out with a medicine ball!).

Here are some exercises that I can do in the comfort of my own living room:

1. Squats with or without baby
2. Lunges with or without baby
3. Front raises with baby (straight arms)
4. Plank next to baby or above baby lying on the floor
5. Press ups, like the plank
6. Bench press with baby (definitely laugh inducing)
7. Sit-ups while lifting baby from behind your head to the front of your body
8. Russian twist, lifting baby from side to side
9. Calf raises with or without baby

The possibilities are endless! Lil T's favourite seems to be the sit-ups with her flying over my head.

Attempted press up

Preparing for Spring

It feels like spring in London, so my (slightly) green fingers are getting increasingly impatient to start gardening. It is a bit early to sow anything outdoors, but I have started planning what I want to put into the vegetable patch and even drawn out some plans for rotating the crops. I have been reading up on the importance of crop rotation in 'The New Complete Book of Self-Sufficiency: The classic guide for realists and dreamers'.

This year, I am attempting to grow some peppers and so far they are looking good. I didn't fancy buying any seeds, so I took some from the gorgeous pepper that came with my organic veg box. I dried them on a plate for a week and then stuck them in some compost in peat pots. Apparently, peppers are particularly difficult to transplant, so it is important to put them in peat pots that you then can stick in a bigger pot once needed without disturbing the roots.

Bring on spring!

Barbie Sauerkraut, Jawohl!

Sauerkraut is sexy food, way up there on the hottie list with liver and bone broth.

Because I have come to love my sauerkraut so dearly, I whip up a batch every two weeks or so. It goes with everything (ok, fine, maybe not ice cream), keeps your gut bacteria extremely happy and tastes bloody awesome. Here's one I made earlier. ;-)

The kraut of queens 

Grate a cabbage (need I say an organic one, please!) very finely. The finer, the easier and faster it starts fermenting, I find.
Add some salt, perhaps one tablespoon.
Get your hands dirty and knead the cabbage with the salt until it starts "watering".
If you have an old sauerkraut batch, add some juice from that to get things going even quicker. For a Barbie look, use your old red cabbage one. :-)

Put a plate on top of the cabbage, with a weight if necessary, so that the "water" covers the cabbage. Leave in a darki-ish and cool place to start fermenting. Check on it once a day. Once it starts smelling a bit sour, put it in jars and refrigerate.

You can add all sorts of stuff to the cabbage, such as ginger and garlic and stuff, plus use all sorts of veg. Start a'googling and go crazy.

Meat and the Internet

We go through a fair amount of meat in our household and I am always on the lookout for quality organic, free range, grass fed meat. The best way to access this meat would be to live on a farm and care for your own animals. Second best would be to live in the country and visit some farms to check them out. If you are a city dweller like me, the digital era has opened up a third option: ordering over the internet and having all the goodness delivered directly to your door. Hooray for the internet!

These guys got recommended to me: Fordhall Farm. They have some great meat on offer and it is community owned.

I went a little crazy with my order and the fridge is now filled with chicken, beef, pork, offal, marrow bones... Don't worry, half of it is for Cecilia. I can't wait to try the Gloucester Old Spot pork!

The End of An Era!

The sun is shining today, both outside and in my heart and head. Yes, ladies and gents, 'tis the end of an era. 2.5 years at my latest agency job, 7 years in London, 12 years in market research for the pharmaceutical industry. Done!

Smug selfie en route to work

In honour of the day, I am donning my "corporate gear" one last time (pearls won't be of use in the stables...) and an infinitely smug smile on my face.

Adiós amigos! :-)

Day 20!

It's day 20, which means that I am 2/3 through the Whole 30. I can't quite believe that 20 days have gone by already and that there are only 10 days to go. On the one hand, it feels like this way of eating has become completely natural and I don't struggle for meal ideas. On the other hand, I look forward to...
1. being a little less awkward as a guest (I'll still be awkward after this)
2. being able to eat out (I'll still be awkward there too)
3. randomly, eating some cured meat (I am sure there are some good chorizo sausages out there that are W30 approved, but I will just wait till the 3rd of March to be on the safe side)
4. ...and maybe having some ice cream

When it comes to my well being, I don't really feel any different and I thought I would by now. My stomach is no flatter and I still suffer from gases. I am still tired and I have days when my legs feel like they are filled with lead. The last couple of days, I have tried to increase the amount of carbs that I eat to get some more energy, but I honestly struggle to get up to 50g per day. I still want protein to be the main feature of my meals, because it is satiating and too many carbs just make me hungry quickly.

Anyway, this was my celebratory 20th day dinner: rainbow trout fillets with sautéed kale, shredded raw veggies and garlic/chilli mayonnaise. It was one of my best dinners yet!

Oh, and here is one of my favourite lunches from a couple of days back: bacon and chicken liver with  fried leaves from a cauliflower (it doesn't get more frugal than that), apple and leek. Yum!

Dairy Fantasy II

Following on from the previous airy dairy post, how lovely to see this article on the pros of raw dairy. I really do hope that it is the start of a revolution!

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/nov/23/raw-milk-revolution

Funnily enough, the farm they mention is the one selling raw milk at Marylebone farmers market. Unfortunately, the dude below had the gramps stand-in when I was there...

Sexy farmer, courtesy of the The Guardian

Dairy Fantasy

I went round to the farmers market in Marylebone on Sunday for some vegetables. As I meandered along, I found a stall selling raw dairy. The sales guy looked something like Stålfarfar:

I like my men hirsute

He gladly shared his best conspiracy theories with me, along the lines of “the government doesn’t want us to know that pasteurization makes dairy poisonous”. After a non-committal reply of “uh-hum”, I was offered lumpy month-old raw milk. Despite my curiosity, I had to decline his kind offer, blaming it on my dairy-free February. I did promise to come back next month though. Which I will. You see, the beauty of raw milk is that it may go lumpy, but as opposed to pasteurized milk, it will not rot, just go sour and still be very much edible. Plus fermented dairy has the added benefit of being easier to digest for people who can be dairy sensitive.

There you go, first item on my “Leaving London Bucket List”. Drink clotted milk.

False Advertising, Harrumph

My lovely friend Tara knows all about my carnivore preferences, so was kind enough to give me few restaurant options ahead of our Saturday brunch.

I chose Bones. Their online menu looked meat and veg enough for me. Turns out they decided to extend breakfast to 4 pm. Not a bone in sight on that menu...

Porridge Bones? 

In the end, the waitress sweet-talked the kitchen staff into serving me a salad. Bones, schmones, whatevs. 

Day 12 - All Downhill From Here?

So days 10 and 11 are supposed to be the hardest days. And strangely enough they were! I had bloating, stomach ache, tingling in arms and legs and general lack of energy on both days. Yesterday (day 11), I reached a low when I thought about quitting and for the first time since I started this adventure, I thought about chocolate. Shock, horror!

Wearing my Nomnom Paleo T-shirt to cheer me up and keep me on track

Today is much better and I feel like I have got myself ready for another week of amazing paleo food. I got my weekly haul of meat, made loads of ghee and a fresh jar or mayo. 

Egg mayo is on the menu for lunch.

Collagen - Get Rich Quick Scheme!

How's this for a fantastic business opportunity? Boil some bones and skin, add some difficult to pronounce ingredients - hey presto, you can retire to the Bahamas!

"Thanks to Gold Collagen, I can now touch my toes, speak Mandarin and dance the foxtrot!"

I call mine the "Pure Golden Pig's Trotter Jello". Any takers?

"I swear it makes me look like I'm 40. Oh wait, I almost am?"

Day 7 - One Week Down

So, today was day 7 of the Whole 30. I am starting to think that I may be doing something wrong, because I only have two 'symptoms' of changing my diet; harder to fall asleep and pins and needles in my legs once in a while. Otherwise I feel pretty much the same as usual. I am also not feeling deprived in any way. I am eating delicious food morning, noon and night and I am being more adventurous than before.

Tomorrow, day 8, we will face our first social gathering during the Whole 30. I have obviously been out in the last week, but the occasional visit to a coffee shop is easy to handle by just having tea. Green or chamomile require no dairy and keep your hands busy. Tomorrow, however, is a 90th birthday party. I will need to eat plenty of good food beforehand and I expect to bat off the obligatory 'have some cake/dessert/...' several times over, hopefully without having to get into any discussions about my dietary choices. Wish me luck!

Today's menu was as follows:

Breakfast
Fried eggs with a beef/pork burger, a chicken liver, lettuce, tomato and sauerkraut

Lunch
Left over pheasant pie turned into stew with sautéed savoy cabbage and sauerkraut

Dinner
Baba ghanoush with raw carrot and broccoli
Yesterday's pork belly roast and vegetable gratin turned into stew