No matter what we’re eating, Daniel and I roast a pan full of sweet and crispy roasted broccoli along with every dinner. Every night. That speaks well of the broccoli. Speaks even better of our digestive systems.
When I went home to Boston for the month of December, naturally, I cooked every night. My family became just as gently addicted as we are.
These seriously sweet nibs from Trader Joe’s make my whole life sunny. I blend them in smoothies; I stir them into 2% Greek yogurt and then freeze the whole creamy mess; I eat them in giant bowls in my pajamas. You’d love them.
This is my new favorite grain (actually, it’s a seed). I crave the slight crunch, the nutty meets earthy flavor, the way it sort of gels and cozies itself close to other ingredients in my bowl, the way it finds its way between my teeth. Quinoa sits as a side on my plate at least four times a week.
The amount of complete protein it provides ain’t half bad either.
4. Nut Butters.
I will not go on living without nut butters- salted peanut, roasted almond, cashew, sunflower, you name it. This has lots to do with my lifelong love affair with peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. Nut butters satisfy my salty-meet-sweet cravings in a way that nothing else can. They stick to my ribs and the roof of my mouth. I slather something in peanut butter no less than twice per day.
5. Marshmallow Fluff.
You should know this by now.