Are you one of the “Can I sub fries with a side salad with burger” kind of people?
I certainly am. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE fries - especially sweet potatoes fries - but I consider them a “treat” food, so I order them just once in a while.
And I get my fair share of weird looks from waiters when I make such request.
A 6’3” tall guy asking to sub fries with a salad, kind of catches them off-guard, I get it.
Sometimes, to justify my request, I add “You know, I have a hard time digesting fries!”
But now that I’m thinking about it, this is such a lame excuse.
It basically makes me sound like an old man having heartburn. Next thing I know, they’ll be offering me an antacid chewable tab to ease my pain. Ouch!
Baked Eggplant Fries with Spicy Tomato Sauce
November 11, 2013
What are the first three words that come to mind when you think about minestrone?
Mines are gramma, heart-warming and yummy.
There are hundreds more I can think of, but those three are definitely the first ones. And gramma definitely comes first.
Because you see, my gramma used to make the best minestrone on the planet. Chock full of veggies, goodness and love.
On cold winter Saturdays when, as a kid, I used to go to her place for lunch after school, she would often serve a piping hot bowl of classic italian Minestrone with a couple of slices of toasted bread slices on the side. It would warm my heart and soul.
On special occasions, she would even serve a grilled cheese with it. Which is - to date - one of my fave meals ever.
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November 10, 2013
I don’t know why, but I tend to be quite active on Sundays. Maybe too active.
I feel it’s the one day of the week when I can catch-up on things like laundry, cooking and house cleaning.
And I still have time to train — you guys know I can’t possibly skip one day of training.
There’s football to watch too, even though this year the NYGiants are not exactly giving me chills... pfff!
Good thing you can do some of these activities at the same time. Like watching football and cooking, or doing the laundry, or cleaning the house.
Basically the only activity that doesn’t allow multitasking is training; which is why I love it that much.
It’s my safe haven in this world where you’re supposed (and sometimes forced) to juggle yourself in between 100 different activities.
When I run, I run; same goes for swimming, biking and practicing yoga.
You can’t run and talk on the phone or swim and send out emails (unless you have a waterproof smartphone and if you do, you’re probably a moron...)
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November 8, 2013
Last weekend was NYC marathon weekend.
On Sunday morning runners from all over the world gathered in New York to achieve one goal: Crossing the finish line after running 26.2 miles.
Now before you look the other way, mumbling “Not another post about marathons please”, bear with me for a couple of minutes, and let me just explain you why I believe you should try completing a marathon - at least once in your life.
On Sunday morning runners from all over the world gathered in New York to achieve one goal: Crossing the finish line after running 26.2 miles.
Now before you look the other way, mumbling “Not another post about marathons please”, bear with me for a couple of minutes, and let me just explain you why I believe you should try completing a marathon - at least once in your life.
November 7, 2013
All things cauliflower crust friends!
Yep, after the cheese pizza, pizza marinara and the worldwide famous calzones it was only a matter of time before I’d come up with something new using cauliflower crust.
This time around is mini pizzas or pizzettes. Basically finger food. Two words: Amaze-balls.
Which is in fact one word (or maybe it’s not even a word), but I like to use the hyphen and think of it as two words. It adds emphasis and drama which is what I’m trying to convey here.
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November 4, 2013
OK guys, it’s getting freezing cold at my latitudes. I was so not prepared for that.
I got out of my building this morning ready to hit the pavement, and I was like “Whoa!” I went back in and had to put an extra layer of running gear on (including gloves). I have to admit it, the thought of calling it a day did cross my mind for a sec, but I somehow convinced myself not to be a wuss and I finally went for my run.
After 12 miles my feet were freezing (I should have worn thermic socks btw), I came home and I was so ready for a warm power breakfast.
Now, under such circumstances I’ll usually make myself a power smoothie or maybe some eggs with avocado, but today I felt different; I felt like I needed to reward myself, and reward myself I did.
It just happened that last night I made this paleo moussaka, which I meant to eat today (and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow) for lunch.
But this morning at 7am it was the right to eat. It was calling my name, and I had to respond.
So I dig into it. Hard. OMG, I was so right. This was probably dopest breakfast I had in months.
Moussaka, who knew.
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November 1, 2013
We’ve all been there, just home from the Farmers’ market, fresh produce in hand, then comes the tedious first-world problem of having to store everything in your fridge.
That’s about when you realize you went overboard buying too much food. You couldn’t resist getting 2 pounds of Tuscan kale, 2 pounds of spinach, 2 pounds of heirloom tomatoes, 3 cauliflower heads, apples, grapes, berries and 7 avocados (yes, 7, one for each day of the week!)
You start what feels like a big game of tetris: piling tomatoes, aligning zucchini, bending kale, and filling the gaps with onions.
But no matter how good you are, by the end of the process half of the produce is still sitting on the kitchen table, and you’ve somehow grown a disdain for your mother for not having shown you how to do it — except that she had two fridges (at least) and maybe two freezers, and she didn’t really needed any logistical skills in this department.
So now you are left with but one option, and that is start cooking. Unless - of course - you own a flock of sheep or a herd of cattle, then you can feed the animals and you’re pretty much good to go. However, most of us don’t have that option, so we’re back to square one: cooking.
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October 30, 2013
[Warning: For the next three paragraphs, or so, I’m going to oversell this dish. So if you dig it already - just by looking at the pictures - then feel free to scroll down without even bothering reading this. No, I'm just kidding. All I wanted to do is to start a post with square brackets, which I just did and it feels good!]
So, spaghetti and meatballs...what’s there not to love? It has to be one of the most fun dishes ever. Especially when you’re a kid.
Mounds of spaghetti, tasty meatballs, loads of tomato sauce splattering onto your clothes (and the walls...ugh!) It’s the perfect dish when, as a kid, all you wanted to do was to create a big mess at the table, and laugh your heart out.
I spent many meals trying to twirl spaghettis, cut meatballs and spoon tomato sauce all at the same time; and stuffing everything into my mouth; which of course never worked out. Endless hours of fun though.
Imho, spaghetti with meatballs is so awesome and I still have to find one person who doesn’t like it.
However, I’ve seen people screwing up this dish for years – always thinking of it as a “quick dinner”. Buying crappy store-bought sauce and frozen meatballs, and think they can just throw it together and voila! And then they’re like “Ew....this doesn’t taste anything like my mum’s!”
So what I’m presenting you here, is not only a foolproof recipe for spaghetti with meatballs, it’s an improved and healthier version of it. Thanks to the one and only spaghetti squash.
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October 28, 2013
Let’s talk about picky eaters; and just to be clear, adults picky eaters not preschoolers.
It’s a fact that everyone prefers some foods over others; but some adults take this tendency to an extreme. Or better yet, some adults act as if they’re still toddlers; eating only foods such as plain pasta, pizza, French fries, burgers, grilled chicken, sweets etc. No veggies, no fruits, nothing that is not familiar or that has a strong taste.
I know quite a few people belonging to this not so rare specie. The, “I’m past 30 but I still don’t eat veggies, fruits or anything that I haven’t tried before!”
One in particular pops into my mind: my cousin Stephen. You see, this guy - who just turned 30 - still eats very few veggies and almost no fruit, at all (I once offered him a strawberry and he gave me the most repulsed face ever!)
With such a narrow dietary spectrum, he drives his poor girlfriend Elena nuts.
She likes to eat healthy food, but with a guy like that around her, she has to work extra hard to do it.
Picture this, every night she has to cook two meals: One for her (with veggies) and one for him (without veggies). I know, nightmare on Elm Street.
So, when the other day she sent me the recipe for a vegetables casserole packed with broccoli and zucchini, claiming that “...even Stephen ate it and he actually loved it!” I was all over it.
If the King of picky eaters, digged this casserole, then it must be winner.
Turns out, it REALLY IS!
October 24, 2013
First off, let me clear the air: We’re back in the randomness world. The more structured IronYou didn’t last more than three days — that is 72 hours. I know, epic fail.
There was no self-sabotage here though; the feedback I got from you guys about the randomness factor has been so dope, I couldn’t have possibly overlook it. (Thank you all for being this cool, btw!)
And if YOU like TheRandomYou more than TheStructuredYou, then who am I to deny it?
It didn’t took that much to convince me though. I’m not the type of person that can easily fit into a cookie-cutter kind of life, let alone I can possibly blog in that kind of fashion.
I still don’t know how I talked myself into that ; but as you see I got back to my senses and to the old me (tbh I don’t think there was ever a new me).
In other words, TheIronRandom is back.Yo.
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