raw food = ick. i miss cooking. i miss tasting ungrassy (and ungassy) food. still we press on, with a couple of modifications: eggs for breakfast and hummus whenever we crave it. (oh, and that whole liberty market pre-opening party. yeah, i cheated with a capital HELL YEAH! last night, and, i'm not gonna lie, it was the best white pizza i've ever eaten. very much worth it. especially the bacon crumbles.) only one of us is holding out 100% for the whole month. it definitely is not me, and i'm probably a little too ok with that.
but, juicing in the morning, afternoon or evening is awesome, and i have found that some sun-brewed chai tea with almond milk and agave syrup satisfies my "i don't even drink coffee but i want a pumpkin latte, dammit" cravings. at least until i overdo it, like the watermelon/kale juice. and for dinner, there's always the old standby of guacamole...on flax "chips". yeah, those are getting old, too. october has been pleasantly breezy and cool, which makes my attitude even worse as i realize i cannot turn on the oven and bake something "tangy and delicious." twenty-one more days. or not.