Crumpet Boy

By now you should expect an out of the blue post title, because they’re titled after the first phrase that comes to mind when I wake up. Today’s was a combination of Bugle Boy, and tea and crumpets. Well, at least that’s why my 99% awake mind is deciphering.

 

Today started with some coffee. Big surprise there.
With a whole wheat rusk. I’m just full of surprises today!

Then a ramekin of chilled watermelon with slivered almonds:

Refreshing and simple. That’s what I’m about. Then before I could talk myself out of it, I laced up my Nikes and went on a quick 3 mile run through the mountain paths, dodging raindrops, frogs and slugs.
I run my best when it’s slightly damp – does anyone else find that?

And really, what better feeling is there than relaxing on a big comfy chair, eating scrumptious oatmeal, after putting on clean clothes, after a crisp, cool shower, after a fast-paced, sweaty workout? Exactly. Not much else.

These would be stove-top, with banana, almond milk, cinnamon + cardamom + dash of salt. Toppings include puffed honey quinoa;

 

And a real surprise for your fine selves – a dollop of vegan vanilla frosting.
Yeah. I did. I so totally did.

And it was good.

The day goes by so quickly when you wake up at 12. Imagine that.

So, by this time I had surpassed a normal lunch time, but then again I’m not really normal. I had a not so normal lunch of soy yogurt, kiwi, almonds and homemade cardamom berry compote -

The berries were from central Switzerland, the yogurt from Northern Switzerland, and the perfectly ripe kiwis? New Zealand.

Dinner just happened. It just, happened. I didn’t know what to make. I was out of brain power. (Lounging around all summer can do that.) I just took out some ingredients, just heated up a wok, just whipped up a orange-soy sauce, and just threw everything in the wok, and just ate it.

And it was good.

Sometime in the day also came this -

And magically it was kicked up a few notches;

BAM! Take that you simple produce! Naw, actually, I’m perfectly capable of enjoying plain produce, but these suckas got some love. Mrs. Granny Smith dressed herself in raspberry jam, Mr. Cucumber some spicy salsa, and Dr. Bell Pepper was prescribed a dose of herb cottage cheese. 

And Cobrasnake style almonds;

Whellp, I’m off to read and make music. Adios muchachos y muchachas.

New blog in the works.

Stay tuned!

Tiger Nest

(Again, the phrase I woke up with in my head) Probably some combination of my dreams and the lyric “I’m the Indian in the cougar’s nest”.

I was looking through my old posts, being the proud son of a gun (daughter of a rifle?) I am, and noticed it’s been a long while since I’ve done a post with all my eats for a day. A normal day. Of eating. This is a food blog, afterall.

Here we gooooo:

Woke up, and started with a cup o’ frothy jo:

Not the best photo of my coffee, but you can deal. After gettin’ some thaaangs done like picking a meal plan (holla atcha alternative plan #!) ((There’s also a Whole Foods AND a TJ’s within a few miles of campus…. HELLZZYEAHHH)) and other meanial chores, me belly was singing to me.

In went yogurt + berries + lemon curd

Yeah, I said lemon curd.

And to properly harmonize the lemon theme of breakfast, a freshly baked lemon-poppyseed muffin

  

With more fresh lemon curd, because that would just be ridonkulous to skip it.

After a quick run and a shower, and of course exploring the food blog universe, I made some egg white omelettes.

In muffin form. Gotta’ make my meals flow harmoniously, yo. I chopped some zucchini, red onion and bell pepper and put it in the bottoms of a few muffin tins, then poured the egg white + Franks + milk mixture atop, baked for 15 mins, topped with Edam cheese, and devoured. Oh, some EVOO and S+P may have been in there.

Had a strawberry + banana + brown rice protein + oat smoothie too. Can you tell I have a thing for breakfast foods?

For dinner I made a bowl of love –

With some tofu dogs that got the schneike broiled out of ‘em

With copious amounts of Carribian Jerk seasoning. Which explains the decorative umbrella.

And these.

These little cuties are conspiring. To plan their day under the hot sun of the Carribean.

 

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. One of them got so uncomfortably hot that the only way I could rescue him was to cool him off in the glass of Alsacian White –

That’s an ice cube. I told you he was hot, you didn’t believe me?

Then I found my way to the chocolate drawer, some tea and a good book.

Mockba

 

So, my friends. I promised you a Moscow re-cap, so a Moscow re-cap you’ll have.
I’m going to keep it simple. Just a few of my favourites.
Let the pictures speak.