I have this thing I do in my head. I don’t know if there’s an official term for it, but I call it “wargaming”. I’m pretty sure it’s a sign of mental illness. I’ll be certain to ask my shrink at some point. It stems from my over-arching philosophy of “Plan for the worst, hope for the best.” I know how it sounds, but honestly it’s a sort of Mise en Place lifestyle that works well.
Here's what you need to know about the dish. It's filling while low calorie. The final version, not the one depicted in the video, lands at 256 calories per portion. It's really decent on a cold day.
But my stew of the moment needed to be low calorie and still feel like a stew. And there I was, in the produce aisle, picking up some red peppers to roast when I noticed them. Turnips and beets and rutabagas and parsnips. Glorious, seasonal underfruits!
I gave up last year's diet in March after getting negative results and just sort of went with it. I must admit, my Hedonist side was well nurtured and I ate extremely well for the rest of the year. But nothing is without a price and I finished 2024 at 291.1 pounds.
According to tradition, the consumption of black eyed peas on New Year's Day will imbue the diner with good fortune, all year long. I'm not entirely unfamiliar with the occult, and for the life of me, I'm not sure just how the hell that's supposed to work. Is it some kind of Theurgy?
