Today started off really well.
We made oatmeal out of raw oat groats (that’s what oatmeal is made out of before it’s steamed and flattened). We soaked them overnight, and then food-processed them with dates (a super-common raw sweetener), agave nectar, cinnamon, and nutmeg. The family says I could have pulped it a little more, and maybe added some more water, but I thought it was right on. I had it with fresh fruit and a touch of coconut milk. A great breakfast. Can’t wait to have it again on Thursday!
So, off to work full and satisfied, I tried not to think of dinner tonight. I tried so hard. I had my regular salad and fruit for lunch. good, filling, done. Now, there was nothing left to stop the thoughts of dinner from entering my brain holes. Tonight was a recipe meant to be a sushi-imitator, but my childish outlook was that it was a bunch of sliced raw vegetables.
Up to this point, we had been doing really well. The existence of other (real) food had been a constant yet bearable nuisance, and through the power of positive thinking (wine), thoughts of healthier bodies (wine again), and each other (babe, could you get the wine?), we were powering through. About an hour before I came home from work (fifteen minutes after my politely turning down of some free Rally’s), my wife emailed me with the news that she was not coping well with the raw food lifestyle, that she was tired and she wanted food. I countered with an (mostly kidding…mostly) offer to run to Cracker Barrel on the way home.
I came home to cucumber rolls. A beautifully-prepared dish. @Shannon10Marie did a great job.
Everyone was grumpy. We were in a hurry, as we had someplace to be. No one wanted to eat the meal. We did. I ate two roll-ups, even though they were nothing more than a bunch of raw sliced up vegetables. My daughter, who hates nearly everything, ate one, I think to appease us. My son ate most of one. The wife had a bite or two.
Then, we went to a meeting that had been catered by Concettas Italian Restaurant. WE sat in the room for over an hour, watching people eat red and white pastas, bread, and cupcakes.
Today was not a happy day.
Oh, is that some wine? Sure, I’ll have some…
Tags: 63303, Breakfast, Crash Test Family, Experiment, frustration, Healthy, Homemade, Oatmeal, Raw Food, Vegetarian

















