First of all, I have to say this: go get Halestorm’s new album! ASASP!
I don’t know why the bonus tracks aren’t uncluded in the digital EP that I purchased, but whatever. At least I can listen on YouTube.
Onward to my battle against the squash:
I cooked another PaleOMG recipe–Garlic Chicken Butternut Squash Lasagna. I really like Juli’s stuff because it’s ingredients that I can actually find. And it’s mostly all stuff I can actually do without ruining my kitchen, or accidentally poisoning myself.
I don’t know about the average person, but I somehow managed to make it to 25 before I have ever personally tried to gut my very own butternut squash. I did my homework and peeled it before I started. Then the directions said to “cut into thin strips”. I exhausted every single sharp untensil in my entire kitchen. I even sacrificed my thumb. All I came up with was a huge pile of orange crap.
I didn’t have coconut milk (subbed almond), I had the wrong sized pan, and I bought the wrong “tomato sauce”. THEN, to make matters worse, I didn’t have enough time to bake the darn thing because I needed to go to crossfit and then Easter dinner after that (where I totally killed my paleo diet). SO it had to sit in my fridge with half-cooked chicken in it for about 5 hours before I finally came home and baked the stupid thing.
Do normal bloggers blog about their cooking fails? If i didn’t, I’d have nothing else to write about…
I still ended up eating it over three different meals (I still have some left for lunch today).
Like my other masterpieces, it’s super ugly, but actually doesn’t taste half bad. Thanks to the roasted garlic.
Well, and butternut squash is pretty lovely on it’s own. But we’re definitely not calling this a lasagna. We’ll just call it baked junk. I’m totally never making it again. 😀
My non-paleo Easter indulgences:
Artichoke dip, goat cheese, roasted corn, turkey stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, reeses egg, peach pie, cheesecake cupcake, jellybeans.
I woke up with crusty boogers in my nose the next morning, and I’m totally blaming the sugar for screwing up my immunity to allergy side-effects!
Crusty boogers. I’m 5.
But I’ll be turning 6 in 3 and a half weeks!