Diet like it’s 1999

So the doctor said that the weight I have put on was likely to be caused from my lazy thyroid. Not at all then from my recent habit of celebrating the end of every work day with the modern equivalent of a Medieval banquet.

Thyroid medication should make my body burn down fat normally again but, just in case, I thought it would also be good to reduce my calories intake so on Saturday I dug out an old diet that my GP gave me ten years ago. It worked very well at the time, it’s very simple, flexible and easy to follow, it’s balanced and gives good results. No fads, just sensible. Wish me luck. No, wish me willpower. This grease-stained piece of paper will be my nutritional bible for the next six weeks:

The diet I followed in 1999

Needless to say, the night before starting the diet I celebrated the end of my all-you-can-eat evenings with pizza, cheesecake and 30 Rock Season 2:

Last pizza and cheesecake for a while

Difficult = difficile

I spoke too soon.

Yesterday I was surprised at how easy I was finding it to stick to 2,000 calories a day – I should instead have shut up and braced myself. For today it was well hard, but I stuck to my meals so far (they were all ready for me to eat, and that helped enormously).

The evening is usually the hardest part of the day for me to go through without eating, but as part of my cunning plan to lose weight I also thought that if I go to bed early I lower the chances to hang about and raid the kitchen cupboards for something to snack on. So the past three nights I started doing my ablutions at 10pm (the habit I am developing this month) and I spent some time reading instead.

Right, here comes the evening then. I am ready. Bring it on (with a side of canned carrots).

Today’s Italian word is difficile, which means difficult.

My cheap, convenient, fat loss diet explained

Disclaimer: do not try this at home. Or if you do, remember that it is entirely your responsibility.

I have been eating tinned food for the last thirty-six hours. There’s a reason – and a plan – for it.

Over the last two months I stopped monitoring closely my food intake and, unsurprisingly, I put on two stone (twenty-eight pounds, or approximately thirteen kilos). I went from a tried and tested system of 80% control over food / 20% freedom to eat anything, to total anarchy.

I thought I could go back to the old system and very slowly lose the weight, but I feel so uncomfortable carrying these two extra stone around (not to mention that it has made my running an ordeal) that I decided a diet was needed.

I also realised that the way I feel about this is very similar to when I wanted so much to stop smoking but kept failing every attempt and was livid with frustration. So it just made sense to apply the same approach I used when I finally succeeded to stop smoking – six years ago!

During the weekend I wrote down all the ways I could think of to remove or change situations that lead me to overeat, for at least a period of time (this is not a diet that I intend to stay on indefinitely):

  • walking past ‘forbidden’ food while shopping for groceries
  • wondering what to have for breakfast/lunch/dinner
  • becoming so hungry that food has to be had – now!
  • letting blood sugar spike and crash, which starts a vicious circle

I also took into consideration a few elements that can interfere with optimal nutrition or dieting, such as:

  • believing that I cannot have a good diet on my current tight budget
  • hating cooking for myself
  • resenting cleaning up after cooking
  • fearing to lose muscle as well (or instead of) fat
  • not having enough energy for sports

Enter Tim Ferriss. I recently read his book ‘The 4-Hour Workweek’ (which I highly recommend by the way) and was intrigued to find out that he had also applied his unique approach to nutrition, and in particular to nutrition for men who are focused on fitness results like himself. His method consists of deconstructing any challenge to get to the core and obtain quick results, and he has successfully applied it to language-learning, ballroom dancing, swimming, martial arts, and of course business, where it all started. The moment I watched him prepare his three-minute ‘slow-carb’ breakfast I knew that this was going to be the inspiration for my own fat loss (and quick breakfast).

His fat loss diet lists a number of foods that you can eat as much as you want of, but I wanted to set a limit because I know myself and unfortunately I can eat too much of anything, just for the sake of eating. I did not want to spend my days weighing stuff, so I thought that for a while I could live off tinned food. Pre-weighed, pre-calorie-counted, cheap and convenient.

On Sunday I added and subtracted quantities several times on paper until I reached what I believe is a good combination of nutrients (again, as a diet, therefore for a limited period of time). There’s fish and chicken, pulses and vegetables, oil and eggs. All good. There is no bread or pasta, nor rice or potatoes, and I know it is not ideal, but these are my trigger foods and just as I stayed away from pubs and clubs when I stopped smoking, I need to stay away from them for a while.

I repeat, some nutrients are missing, but I intend to catch up on Sunday, which for the time being I am maintaining as a day when I can let go of the rules.

So here is my 2,000 calories eating plan:

Breakfast:

  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 tin sliced carrots
  • 1/2 tin garden peas
  • 1/2 tin green lentils

Post-workout:

  • Protein shake (2 scoops)

Lunch 1:

  • 1 tin tuna in spring water
  • 1/2 tin sliced carrots
  • 1/2 tin garden peas
  • 1/2 tin red kidney beans
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil

Lunch 2:

  • 1 tin tuna in spring water
  • 1/2 tin sliced carrots
  • 1/2 tin garden peas
  • 1/2 tin red kidney beans
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil

Afternoon snack:

  • Protein shake (1 scoop)

Dinner:

  • half a pack (250g) chicken thighs
  • 1/2 tin sliced carrots
  • 1/2 tin garden peas
  • 1/2 tin green lentils
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil

After dinner snack:

  • Protein shake (1 scoop)

Repeat for six days, take one day off, then start again. However, as I expect to be completely bored with it by Thursday, I am already putting together a comparable plan with different food for the following week.

I shopped for all those tins for a week over the weekend (I could not carry them all home in one go – and I live across the street from a supermarket!), and now I intend not to set foot in a shop unless absolutely necessary. I even considered leaving all cards and cash at home, but my Oyster card (London transport pass) doubles up as a credit card and fast-pay, so that card is the only thing in my wallet now.

I also cooked all the chicken yesterday, made six portions and froze five.

In the evening I open all the tins for the following day and put together the meals. I usually microwave my eggs in the morning, but I keep two hard-boiled ones in the fridge if I am in a hurry and cannot spare even two minutes. And that’s because I want all the chances on my side so that I do not need to think of food. If it’s time, I know what I should eat and I have it ready for me right there.

I got the idea of a second lunch from Tim Ferriss too. I have it between 4 and 5pm (three to four hours after lunch) and it keeps me going until dinner time without becoming so hungry that I jump on the first quick fix I can find.

The best thing about all of this? My four meals a day for six days cost me (protein powder and herbal teas included) forty-eight pounds.

I am just one and a half days into this project and I have no idea if it is going to work, but I have got a very good feeling about it. I will definitely let you know how it goes.

Food = cibo

Interesting programme on TV last night: My Big Fat Diet, about Claire Sweeney stopping to control her food intake and exercise, and putting on two stone in just a few weeks.

The programme was not particularly full of incredible revelations (Sweeney goes to Hollywood where an agent tells her to drop several dress sizes if she wants to get any work – doh). I stuck with it though because it seemed to mirror what has been happening to me recently: after years of carefully checking daily food intake and exercising regularly, I gave up for nearly two months (no time, no energy, no concentration for either) and ballooned too.

Like Sweeney, we are at our best when we control what we eat. Our bodies simply do not know what is good for them, so we must consciously use our brains to talk some sense into them. And very much like her, I am now finding it incredibly difficult to lose the weight, and exercising has become more strenuous because of it.

Today’s Italian word is cibo, which means food.

Sunday lunch: microwave Mexican slow carb omelette

I thought I discovered something extraordinary last week, when I put three egg whites in a bowl, loosely covered it with a saucer and stuck it in the microwave at full power for two minutes. Egg white omelette with no hassle and minimum washing up (if you eat it from the bowl itself.

I am however been told that it’s like the 101 of microwave cooking – a style of cuisine I only have recently discovered due to work being done in our flat making the kitchen out of bounds.

So today I would like to share with you my variation on Tim Ferriss’ three-minute ‘slow carb’ breakfast:

Ingredients:

  • 3 egg whites
  • half a tin of red kidney beans
  • 1 small tin of carrots and peas
  • 2 tablespoons of guacamole
  • 2 tablespoons of salsa
  • salt and pepper

Preparation:

  1. Break the eggs in a bowl
  2. Add salt and pepper to taste
  3. Beat the eggs slightly
  4. Cover loosely with a saucer or small plate
  5. Cook in the microwave for two minutes on high
  6. Remove from microwave
  7. Pour beans on eggs
  8. Pour carrots and peas on eggs
  9. Warm up in microwave (optional)
  10. Add guacamole and salsa

Even Oprah can’t keep her weight down

So Oprah has stacked on the pounds again.

I have now following her yo-yo dieting for twenty-five years now, looked into every one of her new amazing weight loss regimes, and every single time I saw right through her achievements and found a woman with eating issues.

I have always been very interested in the image and idea of food that each individual has, be it because of family influence, body image unattainable goals presented by the media, or mind tricks that sometimes are not related with food at all but manifest themselves with eating disorders.

See, if even the most powerful woman in the world (according to many) struggles to keep her weight constant day in, day out, it must mean that weight management is a huge issue that is often underestimated and needs more attention.

Sometimes I am horrified at falling right into the trap the media are trying to set up and believing that overweight people simply eat too much and don’t exercise. Yes, that is the reason one puts on weight, but you can’t just tell people they are fat lazy pigs. What needs to be tackled is the reasons behind these behaviours, and we are not there yet.

Sunday lunch: Marmite courgettes

I love courgettes, I love Marmite. Once I tried mixing a teaspoon of Marmite into stir-fried thinly sliced courgettes, and it was yummy.

It works well with a bit of garlic and pepper but make sure you do not add any salt.

Ingredients (serves two)

  • 3 courgettes
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil
  • 1 clove garlic, crushed
  • 1 teaspoon Marmite (or Vegemite for a more delicate flavour)

Preparation

  1. Heat oil in frying pan
  2. Fry garlic clove until golden
  3. Add thinly sliced courgettes
  4. Cook until soft
  5. Stir in Marmite or Vegemite

Sunday lunch: tapas

A few weeks ago we invited over some friends we went to Sitges with three years in a row, and we cooked a selection of tapas.

The dinner proved to be a success, firstly because of the lovely ladies and lads we invited, whom we do not see as often as we would like to, but also because of the selection of food.

We found out that tapas can be a very good choice for a Friday night dinner party (we had cooked some in advance, and only a little preparation was needed on the night when we came back from work) attended a varied mix of meateaters and vegetarians.

We served the following dishes and it was more than enough for a party of eight:

All recipes (except the pork brochettes and the flan) are from bbc.co.uk, my favourite source for clear, relatively simple, tried and tested instructions to prepare good food.

We had some jugs of sangria de cava as aperitif, then wine with the tapas and dry fino Xérès with dessert.

It was really important that we got the sangria exactly as they do it at La Pinta, where we have lunch almost every day when we are in Sitges, and we used the following sangria de cava recipe contained in a selection of sangria recipes in PDF format:

  • 1 bottle Spanish cava, chilled
  • 1/4 cup white grape juice
  • 2 tablespoons brandy
  • 2 tablespoons simple syrup
  • Ice cubes, for serving
  • 1/2 cup sliced strawberries
  • 8 mint leaves
  • Stir cava, grape juice, brandy, and simple syrup together in a pitcher. Serve over ice, garnished with strawberries and mint

How to save 140 pounds in 7 weeks

If you are a heavy coffee drinker as I was, just give up coffee like I did seven weeks ago (I used to spend about two pounds a day on it) and you’ve got one hundred unspent pounds there looking at you.

But then if you count all the diet coke and coke zero I used to drink too (half a litre a day on average), and the occasional frappuccino (at least once a week) it turns out that in seven weeks I have saved 140 pounds. Twenty pounds a week. A grand a year. Practically a very decent holiday somewhere.

And that’s not taking into account the fact that I feel much better, I sleep better and therefore have more energy, and – surprisingly – my blood sugar is now stable: it has been weeks since the last time I experienced food cravings at night, or feeling faint in the middle of the day.

Giving up caffeine was one of the best decisions I have made in the last few years.

Do not drink Diet Coke

I was reading how big companies have started to realise that ‘your home page is Google’, and the given example was how if you search for Diet Coke the third result is ‘Don’t Drink the Diet Coke‘, which links aspartame to depression and bipolar disorder.

Of course, I had to check. I could not find the result in question on google.co.uk (it is #4 if you search on google.com though). However, I started reading the following articles found among the first ten search results:

This is nothing I didn’t already know, but seeing it once again is going to make me think twice before grabbing a coke next time I feel like one.

Free access to britannica.com for bloggers

Last Friday, when I read on Techmeme that the Encyclopaedia Britannica is giving out free one-year subscriptions to publishers, including bloggers, I contacted them straight away motivating my application, and did not think much of it.

Imagine my surprise when later that very day I received an email containing instructions on how to activate my free subscription.

As my readers, now you too have access to full articles on whatever I decide you should learn more about. The articles on individual topics are good if we are talking established, historical facts from the past, a bit less when dealing with very recent topics. For instance, the 998 words on Madonna on Britannica do not mention her forthcoming album Hard Candy, a scattering of which can be found everywhere on the web since yesterday.

However, Britannica puts together Topic Clusters, which are:

‘…collections of links to Encyclopaedia Britannica content related to current events. Topic Clusters provide quick access to material online writers may want to use in their reporting and commentary on issues of the day.’

If the link to Madonna above does not work for you, please leave a comment to let me know.

10 reasons why Ocado rocks

I recently saw an ad somewhere that said:

“Tesco prices. Waitrose quality. Ocado delivery.”

After staying last weekend in Manchester with friends who spend a little more than I do on food – and tasting the difference it makes, I thought I’d give it a go.

Tonight Ocado delivered – groceries and promises.

  1. Ocado matches Tesco prices on 3,500 products
  2. With Ocado you do not have to face the lovely customers of our local Tesco and their Croydon facelifts.
  3. Ocado has a better selection of organic produce than our local Tesco (which in turn has a breathtaking choice of cider – does that tell you anything about our neighbourhood?)
  4. And, before y’all complain about delivery vans destroying the environment, please note that you can easily pick a delivery slot that already has one or more vans in your area, as they are marked in green on the website when you order – a win-win situation for the planet and for Ocado.
  5. And, speaking of the Ocado website: what a pleasure, clearly designed with the customer in mind. Simple and intuitive, yet rich in functionality and choice – and I know a thing or two about ease of use.
  6. The email confirming the order came in the form of a calendar appointment. One click, and it was in my diary. Another, and a meeting request was sent to Dr B. to inform him of the delivery.
  7. There’s an option to receive a text message reminder. Mine informed me of the name of the driver, registration of the van and that I have no missing items.
  8. The groceries came in colour-coordinated plastic bags: green for freezer, purple for cupboard and red for fridge.
  9. Next time around, the driver can pick up the old bags (hopefully to be reused/recycled).
  10. And, last but by no means not least, my groceries were delivered by a courteous and smiling Simon Pegg lookalike. I think Simon Pegg is hot. I can go to bed happy now.

Colour-coded Ocado goodness

Ho mangiato troppo a pranzo

Ho mangiato troppo a pranzo
I ate too much at lunch
Literally: ‘(I) have eaten too-much at lunch’.

Listen to the audio file

My lunch usually consists of some chicken (pre-cooked and packed from the shop, or steamed or oven-roasted at home, no skin) and some cherry tomatoes (straight from the packet, unwashed, I probably have enough pesticides in me to kill all those friendly bacteria). Day in, day out. I could not care less about food variety, and that, together with a bowl of porridge at breakfast and some fruits for snacks, fills me up and keeps me going until dinner.

Today I went out with some colleagues for lunch to Abu Zaad, our favourite Syrian restaurant in the area. I had some Baba Ganuji (aubergine, fresh pepper, parsley, garlic, lemon juice and olive oil) as a starter (with pita bread), and a Chicken Shawerma (roasted thin slices of marinated chicken) for my main course (with rice).

I had forgotten how big the portions are there, and then we were not going to have dessert, but the bill arrived with two plates of baclava and I did not say no.

And then I spent the afternoon with cold sweats, drowsiness and a splitting headache, unable to concentrate. How do people eat lunch out regularly and then work in the afternoon?

A cena mangerò solo un’insalata
At dinner I will only eat a salad
Literally: ‘At dinner (I) will-eat only a salad’.

Listen to the audio file

If you want to find out more

All the verbs that end in -are in the infinitive (the equivalent of ‘to + verb’) form (camminare, mangiare, studiare, lavare, dare) form the ‘I will + verb’ future by changing the ending in -erò (camminerò, mangerò, studierò, darò).

Oggi mangiamo uova e pancetta per colazione

Oggi mangiamo uova e pancetta per colazione
Today we are having eggs and bacon for breakfast
Literally: ‘Today (we) eat eggs and bacon for breakfast’

Listen to the audio file

Do you want to get rid of that little bit of extra weight you put on at Christmas? You are still in time to turn into a gay man and book yourself on a flight to Australia to attend Sydney Mardi Gras. The pressure to look fabulous will keep all temptations away and you’ll soon swap evenings on the couch scoffing chocolates for runs on the treadmill chugging protein shakes.

Yes we are on a diet. But today I am going to make Dr B. happy and satisfy yesterday’s request to have bacon (from Tesco’s Healthy Eating range) and eggs (poached) for breakfast.

And then we’ll rush to the gym to burn it all off.

Dobbiamo essere in forma per Mardi Gras
We must be in shape for Mardi Gras
Literally: ‘(We) must be in shape for Mardi Gras’.

Listen to the audio file

If you want to find out more

You cannot translate ‘What are you having’ literally in Italian, it simply would not make sense. Instead, you can ask ‘Cosa mangi?’ (What are you eating) or ‘Cosa bevi?’ (What are you drinking?). Just like in English, these questions can translate both the enquiry about what is actually eating/drinking that very moment, or the question ‘What would you like to eat/drink’.

The Italian equivalent of Mardi Gras would be ‘Martedì grasso’. However, in this case you’d probably say it in English because it’s the name of a specific event. Besides, Dr B. enjoys poking fun at me when I speak Italian and then suddenly an English word sticks out like a sore thumb.

Sunday lunch: Xató

A typical salad from Cataluña. I had it several months ago on the last day in Sitges before leaving for the airport, but it is best eaten during the colder winter months (January and February in Cataluña).

Xató recipe at massrecipes.com

Serves 6.

Ingredients

  • 2 Heads Curly endive
  • 3 Garlic cloves
  • 8 Almonds; peeled and toasted
  • 1 Or more Sharp chili peppers (or powdered cayenne pepper)
  • 1/2 c Olive oil
  • 1/4 c Wine vinegar
  • 3/4 ts Salt

Preparation

  1. Blend all the ingredients except the endives to make the sauce
  2. Wash the endives
  3. Separate the leaves
  4. Soak the leaves in the sauce for at least one hour
  5. Serve with cured ham, cold sausages, anchovies, marinated fish

Mother’s ground beef pasta sauce

It was not without apprehension that last Saturday I set off to go visit my mother in Italy. She had been ill for a while, was taken to hospital for six weeks of tests last spring, but they could not find anything wrong. She was ill again recently, and this time the local hospital sent her to Bozen, a lovely German-speaking town where a little Austrian efficiency must have seeped through the border, helping doctors find what was wrong with my mother and fix it.

Once back from hospital, she sounded in great shape on the phone. As I arrived to her place, I was expecting the usual pasta salad she feeds me when I get there (recipe: overcook pasta, mix with jar of pickled carrots and olives, do not refrigerate so that the warmth makes it all coagulate – serve lukewarm with fork and knife). Instead, my brother had talked her into cooking proper pasta (cooked in advance of course, then kept warm on a plate placed on the pot of hot water it was cooked in) and a bolognaise sauce.

Now, you must be aware that her bolognaise sauce is pretty much the only edible thing she prepares. So un-bad that even I use her recipe when I make it.

Only thing, this time she forgot to add tomatoes. That’s alright, since even the original recipe only calls for a couple of tablespoons of tomato concentrate. But she made a lot of it. My nephew was staying with her and my brother, and the four of us ate tomato-less bolognaise overcooked pasta for lunch and dinner on Saturday, for lunch and dinner on Sunday and for lunch on Monday. I peeked at the pot and there was still a fair amount of sauce left. Mother wanted me to take it back to London. I silently thanked the authorities for the ban on liquids on board and politely declined her offer.

She’s obviously in form and back to her hopeless cooking ways. I can’t wait to be eighty-two and get away with anything.

A nutrition experiment that failed miserably

I have already written about how two days into my holiday my mobile phone reset itself and all data was wiped out.

I saw this as a sign to let go and try not to make a note of absolutely everything, and also told myself that I might not need to keep a food diary any longer. It’s been years since I was overweight and surely I can now listen to my body and stop eating when I’m full, right?

Right my (huge again) arse! I have put on almost a stone in a month. If memory serves me right, it will take me twice as long to get rid of it (and it gets harder and harder as I get older). I know from experience that it is going to be a pain, with privations and sacrifices – and this is exactly why I had been keeping a food diary for years, so I could monitor my weight and take action immediately if the scales showed their unhappy face in the morning.

I had a previously planned dinner out tonight (absolutely delicious, I’ve got very talented friends who can do wonders with vegetables), and a previously planned weekend away visiting friends tomorrow and Sunday. And then it’s probably going to be nil by mouth until Christmas.

Sunday lunch: no-hassle boiled rice

About one year ago Dr B. felt like making curry. He seldom cooks, so I welcomed the idea with enthusiasm and sent him off to the market.

He came back with two kilos of brown Basmati rice, made two curries in a week with some of it, then left me to go through the rest when he realised that the rice he bought took over forty minutes to cook instead of the twelve minutes claimed on the label.

I remembered a technique I had once read in a Chinese cookbook to put rice on, set a timer and come back to beautifully cooked, fluffy rice that needs no draining.

You can follow my step-by-step instructions on how to cook rice at Instructables.com



Watched rice never cooks, originally uploaded by bitful.

The contents of our fridge



The contents of our fridge, originally uploaded by bitful.

I am considering buying a new compact digital camera for a forthcoming trip, and was not too impressed with anything that’s on the market at the moment (and that does not cost so much that I leave it at home for fear of ruining it, because if that’s so what’s the point?).

So I thought I’d use Dr B.’s, which is a bit better, and started taking pictures around the flat to compare quality and settings.

Then it dawned on me that our fridge is full of mostly insubstantial fluff, and that it has far too many low calorie products, contradicting what I posted earlier about having given up most diet food. You can read more information on all the items by clicking through to the photo on Flickr.

So perhaps another wave of ditching some more artificial stuff is due.

And I also must try and remember what all those supplements are for. Because this morning, believe you me, I look (and feel) every single one of my forty years.

Sunday lunch: chicken Caesar salad

There was a time when I used to make this every Thursday night. Then Tesco’s Healthy Eating ready meals made my cooking redundant.

The other night I offered to relieve Dr B.’s grumpiness and frustration at not sleeping much because of continuous calls from work (he is on 24-hour support until the end of the weekend) by cooking a chicken Caesar salad. Halfway through it, we looked at each other and realised how much we’d both missed it.

A word of warning: although this is called ‘salad’, and my version is the healthiest around, the basic ingredients are very nutritious, and the whole thing can set you back several hundred calories, depending on quantity.

Ingredients

  • Romaine or Cos lettuce
  • Chicken breast, whole
  • Thin smoked bacon rashers, light (or trimmed of all fat)
  • Blue cheese, crumbled
  • Caesar salad dressing
  • Oil and vinegar

Preparation

  1. Sear the chicken breasts on high heat on both sides in a non-stick pan
  2. Turn the heat down, cover and let the chicken cook through slowly
  3. In another non-stick pan, fry the bacon
  4. Cut the bacon in small pieces
  5. Chop and rinse the letttuce
  6. Dress the lettuce in a little olive oil and vinegar
  7. Place lettuce on large plates
  8. Slice chicken sideways thinly and place on lettuce
  9. Sprinkle with the chopped bacon and cheese
  10. Top with Caesar salad dressing

Chicken Caesar salad, originally uploaded by bitful.

Ditch diet food and lose weight

There seems to be a trend around to persuade people to stop eating reduced-calorie processed food and eat a pretty much everything in moderate amounts. You know it when it get to read about it in Metro (Wednesday’s issue, page 11, I’ll be damned if I ever manage find a Metro article online to link to). You know it when Channel 4 makes a show out of it: Cook Yourself Thin.

I could not agree more. Last spring I gave up diet coke, sugar free yogurts, light instant chocolate, Weight Watchers desserts, slimline tonic water, reduced-calorie fruit juices, sugar-free candy (at work only, while I allow myself some in the evening). I replaced some of these with their full-fat equivalent, and I lost weight. So much so that my ‘skinny jeans’ (once only wearable to ‘standing-up’ dos, and even that, only on an empty stomach) have now become my ‘slightly loose jeans I go to work with’).

I initially did not do it in order to lose weight (like most people, I thought the idea just did not make sense), but because I was sick and tired of finding that everything I ate had at least ten ingredients, nine of which man-made. Because folks, if you remove sugar and fat, you’ve got to add sweeteners, enhancers, emulsifiers, stabilisers, aromas and stuff, otherwise you may as well nibble on a piece of cardboard.

Of course I had to watch very carefully what I ate. And of course I had to do just a little more exercise. If you expect not to have to, then sorry mate but you are a bit thick and you deserve to stick to this week’s boring diet fad. Oh and by the way, your breath stinks of ketosis.

Sunday lunch: coq au vin

Another French-themed dinner last night, this time in honour of Bastille Day (and to reciprocate on two dinner invitations received well over two years ago – what took us so long?).

We had the baked camembert with home-made bread as a starter, and tarte Tatin for dessert (this time served with some gorgeous home-made cinnamon icecream prepared by Dr B.).

The main course was based on Delia Smith’s coq au vin recipe,with a couple of changes to make it more user-friendly (read: we are breast men).

Ingredients (serves 6)

  • 1 chicken leg or breast per person, with skin
  • 1 bottle red wine (preferably Bourgogne)
  • 25g + 1 tablespoon butter
  • 1 tablespoon oil
  • 200g streaky unsmoked bacon
  • 18 button onions
  • 250g button mushrooms
  • thyme (fresh or dried)
  • 4 bay leaves
  • 1 tablespoon flour
  • 2 cloves garlic

Preparation

  1. Melt 25g butter and oil in a large frying pan
  2. Brown 3 chicken breasts, skin-side first
  3. Repeat with the other chicken breasts
  4. Place chicken breasts in a casserole where they fit snugly
  5. Chop and brown the bacon in the same frying pan, then add it to the chicken
  6. Brown the onions (keep them whole) and add them to the chicken
  7. Add crushed garlic, thyme and bay leaves to the chicken
  8. Season with pepper and just a little salt
  9. Pour the bottle of wine on the chicken
  10. Cover and simmer on moderate heat for 45 minutes
  11. IMPORTANT: refrigerate for 24 hours minimum, to let the flavours develope and merge
  12. Just before serving, place whole mushrooms on top and simmer for another 15 minutes
  13. Discard thyme and bay leaves
  14. Place chicken, onions, bacon and mushrooms in a serving dish and keep warm
  15. Bring the remaining liquid to the boil and reduce by one third
  16. Make a paste with the tablespoon of butter and the flour
  17. Stir the paste into the liquid
  18. Pour the liquid on the chicken and serve


Coq au vin, originally uploaded by bitful.

Sunday lunch: bangers and mash with red wine gravy

British cuisine is quite special. Often, the name of the dish is the recipe itself. Cheese and beans on toast. Scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam.

Ok, I’ll grant you these are not the most elaborate of recipes, but that’s exactly why I’m so keen on them.

Today (or rather, on Thursday night, one of the rare occasions when Dr B. cooks splendidly for me): bangers and mash with red wine gravy.

Ingredients:

  • sausages (our favourites are Tesco Finest Pork & Fresh Bramley Apple Sausages)
  • potatoes
  • butter, 1 large knob per person
  • red wine
  • Bisto gravy granules, beef flavour

Preparation:

  1. put the sausages under a hot grill, turn from time to time until evenly cooked;
  2. boil the potatoes;
  3. whisk the potatoes, add the butter, season to taste;
  4. make gravy according to instructions on packet, replacing half the water with red wine;
  5. serve sausages on potato mash, cover with gravy.


Bangers and mash with red wine gravy, originally uploaded by bitful.

My waking-up goodies drawer



My waking-up goodies drawer, originally uploaded by bitful.

I have not had a Saturday morning lie-in since, well, I’ve never had one, and now that I need one I’ve prepared a drawer full of goodies to make me stay in bed longer tomorrow morning.

You will notice the obvious absence of electronics. Because if I had my pocket PC phone (with internet, Outlook, games, music, and movies), what’s the point? I may as well go next door and turn on the PC.

Wish me luck.

UPDATE (7 July 2007 at 6:23PM): Woke up at 4:55, tried very hard to stay in bed, ate the banana at 5:40 then got up. Slight flaw in the system: no light to read, and cereal bar and raisins wrappers way too noisy for bed partner.

At least I was up to witness 07/07/07 07:07:07.

My photo on the Schmap London Guide



Cheap and grumpy, originally uploaded by bitful.

Blimey. A cameraphone photo I snapped at Wong Key last December has been selected for inclusion in the newly released third edition of the Schmap London Guide.

View my photo on the Schmap London Guide

And to think I only took it with my phone to send to a friend to let her know where I was.

How expensive is your cheap food?

A few statements (I’d say facts, but I have no means to verify them) from the article Revealed: Why prices are rising faster in rip-off UK (thisislondon.co.uk, 30 May 2007):

“British consumers are suffering the biggest increases in food prices and energy bills of any major economy”

“Tesco and Asda have claimed that poor harvests and rising raw material costs are forcing them to jack up some prices. But critics say this is a worldwide problem”

“supermarkets may be finding it easier to ‘exploit their monopoly position and raise prices’.”

“Four companies control 75 per cent of grocery sales in the UK.”

“The Competition Commission is conducting an inquiry into whether UK food shopping is too concentrated in the hands of a few powerful players.”

I’m this close to growing my own vegetables on the window sill and keeping a cow and a couple of hens in the spare room. But I have to be practical (and realistic) and put up with this. After all, convenience comes at a price.

June will be light orange

I like to record data and then I like to look at data. Sometimes I like to share data.

Just like I like to write down every single penny I spend, I also enjoy making a note of every single calorie that passes my lips. I then weigh myself every morning and in order to obtain a quick at-a-glance overview of how I am doing, I assigned a colour code for each day:

  • over 14 stone: red
  • between 13 1/2 and 14 stone: dark orange
  • between 13 and 13 1/2 stone: light orange
  • between 12 1/2 and 13 stone: yellow
  • between 12 stone and 12 1/2 stone: green

Then, at the end of the month I calculate the average of all the daily weights, and get a colour for the month.

Today was light orange for the first time since 16 September 2006. Quite an achievement if you think that May had quite a few red days. Not so much of an achievement when you consider that I have not adopted healthier eating habits but have only been a bit disgusted by all sorts of food and I’m trying to discover what food I can stomach (tonight’s dinner: marinated herring, carrots, celery with Greek yogurt – Dr B. nearly passed out in disgust).

I REALLY should not have watched Whistleblower on supermarkets

Ten days ago I watched the BBC’s undercover investigation on lack of basic hygiene in supermarkets.

For the last ten days I have been living on hard-boiled eggs, canned tuna, rolled oats, and assorted fruit and vegetables. Anything with the least amount of human filth added to it.

I can now button up my skinny jeans. Without having to lie on the floor, thank you very much.

I have also protected the programme on the DVR so that I do not erase it by mistake, in case I need a reminder (beach in 7 days, you see).

I should not have watched Whistleblower on supermarkets

I have always enjoyed the convenience of supermarket food. However, I have lately started reading labels a bit more thoroughly than just the calories content, and I did not like what I saw.

The other night I got stuck in watching Whistleblower on BBC1 against my better judgement:

For six months, two BBC reporters worked undercover to investigate health and safety issues around food in some of Britain’s supermarkets. They find produce beyond its shelf life that’s re-labelled and put back on fresh food counters.

Like, we did not already know?

The programme only confirmed what I have always suspected:

  • falsified temperature logs, both for freezers and for core temperature of roast chicken
  • bin bags used to cover meat nightly – and reused for a whole week
  • rats in an area where goods are temporarily stored upon delivery
  • knives and chopping boards casually mixed (raw/cooked meat/fish)
  • ‘best before’ and ‘sell by’ dates regularly extended once they expire

A company that supplies leading supermarkets with ready made meals had a vat of onion bajii mix A bucket was dipped regularly into it to pick up the mix and feed it into a machine. The bucket that previously was on the floor. The very same floor that employees walked on after having visited filthy toilets (in a state I’ve only ever seen in clubs at around 5am) WITHOUT CHANGING THEIR BOOTS OR WASHING THEIR HANDS AFTERWARDS.

Throughout the programme, it was clear that people were instructed to throw away food and observe strict hygiene rules, but either did not have the time to do so because they were understaffed, or could not afford to do so because they had to meet strict performance targets.

Last year Tesco’s profits alone were in excess of two billion pounds.