Why isn't everyone a foodie?

A high school friend of mine recently visited me up here in what I like to call "No Man's Land". We were trying to figure out where to meet up for dinner in the midst of bad cell phone reception. After I made a suggestion, he suddenly stopped cold.

"I'm sorry," He said. "I must have misunderstood. Did you just say Hardee's?!!!"

We both had a good laugh over that one. He knew he had heard wrong, well.. because, in his own words: "No offense.....But you're kinda a food snob."

No offense taken.

My friends - especially the ones I grew up with - often ask me how exactly how I, of all people, became so interested in food. My parents, for the most part, didn't cook anything that didn't come from a can or a box. To this day my mother has the eating habits of a three-year-old. ("I don't like anything green. I won't try black beans. I have to color code my M&M's before I eat them.") Years after college I didn't know the difference between dice and mince. I spent a hefty amount of time and money in those post college years eating at chains or going through drive-thrus. I remember a specific weekend where literally every meal was eaten out - the same thought that now makes me cringe and wonder how my body ever put up with that and still managed fine blood sugars and in range A1C's.

It started off slowly, being intrigued by an Alton Brown show that happened to be on at work one day. Huh. That doesn't seem so hard.....

I bought a copy of "Saveur". I'm not really sure why... maybe I liked the pictures. I remember not having a clue what half the words meant. But I was engrossed.

I got married and moved to a city where fast food wasn't readily available or affordable to us. My husband, at the time, would starve if left to his own devices. I guess necessity is the mother of invention.

Once I started cooking I discovered I actually really liked it. It was fun, and creative, and useful. Even when you messed up, it was usually salvageable - or it made for a really good story (like the time I dumped soup on my head).

What I don't understand now is - how is everyone NOT a foodie? Why do people not take any interest in what they put in their mouths?

Is it simply a consequence of being too far removed from our food's origins? Are people so used to lackluster, tasteless produce that they are ok with eating it, well, because you have to eat something?

People often giggle at me when I go crazy after tasting something really, really special. "OHMYGODTHISISSOGOODYOUHAVETOTASTEITRIGHTNOWISN'TITDELICIOUS??"
It goes something like that. They taste it. They give an obligatory nod. "Yup. It's good." Meanwhile, they are internally rolling their eyes and thinking, "For God's sake, it's only a tomato."

GOOD???? Good doesn't even begin to describe it. For some reason, I crave that the person I'm sharing this AMAZING food with appreciate it for the manna that it is. I feel like they are missing something. Something vital.

Someone suggested to me once that I may be what is known as a "super taster". I honestly don't think that's true. I can't tell the difference between cabernet and zinfandel in just one sip. I don't always know a swiss from a gouda. All I know is that they are both delicious.

The most vibrant colors and smells in this world are in real, fresh, unadulterated food. Heirloom tomatoes in August in every color of the rainbow, shiny and imperfectly shaped. The sweet smell of a real, ripe peach picked that morning and it's soft coating of fuzz. The sharp smell of basil that overpowers everything. The grey clumps of sea salt, complete with it's crunch and the way it miraculously brings out the flavor of any food it's on, so you practically don't even notice the saltiness itself.

Seriously, people, how do you not see the beauty in that? How is it possible to walk through farmer's markets without getting excited?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying everyone has to enjoy cooking. Or be a world-class chef. I'm still very much a novice in that department. You don't have to be a farmer, or even a gardener - I kill anything I attempt to plant.

I can't even find the words to say what I'm really trying to get at. In a stream of conciousness thing, it's - how, in that instant of eating a sun ripened purple cherokee tomato, do you not roll back your head, become completely absorbed into your own sensations, enjoy that moment of bliss, and become connected in some way to that land it came from, to the history of that tomato, to the eons of people that have eaten such tomatoes, and be insanely grateful to the farmer that grew it, the God that created it, the sustenance that it gives, the life that it sustains in you....

I just can't understand the apathetic, "Yeah. It's a good tomato." :)

CHECK IT OUT!!!!

Holy cow!!! It's a NO-HITTER!!!!!!

A Quote for the Day

"You can get through anything life hands you if you stay put in the day you are in and don't jump ahead."

:) Today, I am putting one foot in front of the other. Concentrating only on today. Just now. This moment.

You know what sharpens your focus into this moment?

ICEPOPS.

Seriously. Who wants to think about tomorrow when there is a one of these beauties in front of you and a warm sunny porch outside?

Strawberry Nectarine Icepops

(From Martha Stewart, of course)

1 pint of strawberries, hulled

4 Nectarines, pitted, peeled, and chunked

1/2 cup of sugar

Seriously. That's it. If you can use a blender, you can make this recipe.

Throw everything together in a blender and blend until smooth. Pass the mixture through a fine mesh sieve and discard the solids. Pop the puree into your popsicle molds, freeze for 4 hours, and voila! Taste of summer in your hands.

My batch made 6 icepops, but of course it depends on the size of your molds. According to my calculations - and no guarantees there - they are about 30 grams of carb each.

Chasing Endos

Sometimes in life things just seem to roll downhill.

And keep rolling. And rolling. And rolling.

You start thinking, "Things have got to get better soon. Right? Right??? RIGHT??"

I've written a lot about my search for a good endocrinologist and CDE since my move. Or, rather, I've whined a lot. (A whole lot.) I guess in all this mess I've learned how invaluable a good endo and CDE are. So imagine my excitement when someone gave me the name of a reputable endo nearby. (No, honestly, I really did get excited over a doctor. At this moment in my life, I really have to take the small things when they come.)

I got on the phone. I got my referrals in order.

Then came the blow:

Yup. That's right. My appointment with said endo is in 2012. I have to wait SIX MONTHS just to get into their office.

Parts of me think maybe I'm just being a little melodramatic about this. But the type-A personality that takes over when diabetes is concerned is screaming, "Six months!! Your basal needs can change 4 times in six months!"

Add in something new called multiple autoimmune syndrome to the mix and I'm left thinking, "You know, I really, really, really need to catch a break."

Good Things

So even if this year is a year of apparently bad diabetes karma as far as clinics and doctors and such go, there is a lot of random stuff going right in my life at the moment, so today I'm going to focus on the good things.

First of all, I just completed my very first full Diabetes 365 project on Flickr!!!!! For those of you who don't know, diabetes 365 is an online community where people post one picture per day for an entire year depicting what it's like to live with diabetes. I started my 365 mostly as an outlet for the frustrations I encounter daily - most of which I've yapped about here as well. Unexplained highs, poorly timed lows, the judgement that constantly surrounds every food choice you make - well, a picture is worth a thousand words, right? And it was great, purging those feelings somewhere. But what was surprising to me was how many of my pictures weren't about diabetes. They were about my husband's graduation, Christmas with our family, a girl's trip to the beach, or endless farmer's market trips. The pictures were reinforcement that while diabetes may encroach on my life in ways that I hate, it isn't my LIFE. I think that's pretty cool. Not to mention that I became friends with some great members of the diabetic online community. These folks get it because they are living it too, and there was no end to their support, suggestions, and humor. I feel like I learned more about diabetes and ways to fight it in one year from them than I have in the 12 years since diagnosis from any doctor or CDE. (PS, if you want to see pics from my Diabetes 365, click here or there are some thumbnails to the right of this page.) I can't wait to start year 2 of 365!

I was in a slight cooking rut until recently as well - not huge, but one of those "why-bother-cooking-for-only-two-people" kinda things. Last week, I was completely blessed to go spend some time with my best friend and her family. I got to have plenty of girl talk, I earned a new nickname, and best of all, I got to chase around and play with her 21 month old son. We even got the chance to cook for a party she had at her home over the weekend! We just did simple things - cooking with a very active 21 month old underfoot can be a bit of a challenge - but it just solidified that cooking with a friend, and for other people to enjoy, is one of the most joyous experiences. Of course, I meant to take pics to post here of all the gorgeous food we made. And yeah.... that never happened. So hopefully some recipes will suffice, along with me promising that they are easy, gorgeous, and tasty.







This little guy is about the cutest thing there is. He calls me "Innie". Being the child novice that I am, I let him pour milk on his head. He wasn't really sure what to think about that - until we started laughing, so he decided to laugh too.









Other things adding to my bright mood today? Temps are in the 80's, and I'm wearing a cute new sundress. What else does a girl need?

And now, for some party recipes:

Roasted Shrimp with Rosemary and Thyme

(from Fine Cooking)

This is super simple and super delicious. I honestly would make this any time I need to impress somebody...Make sure you have a loaf of French bread handy so you don't waste a drop of the herby olive oil.

6 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil
6 fresh thyme sprigs
3 large rosemary sprigs, halved
freshly ground black pepper
1 1/2 pound extra large shrimp (26-30 count), uncooked but peeled and deveined
1 1/2 tablespoon white wine vinegar
kosher salt, or even better, fleur de sel (my friend swears this makes all the difference)


Preheat oven to 400. Pour the oil into a 9 x 13 baking dish. Add the thyme, rosemary, and 1 tsp pepper and bake until fragrant, about 12 minutes. Add the shrimp to the dish and toss until coated. Bake the shrimp until pink and firm, 8-10 minutes. Add the vinegar and 1/2 tsp salt, toss well, and lest rest about 5 minutes. Discard the herbs and serve.

My note - there is precious little you can do to mess this up. You can accidently just mix the whole thing together at the beginning and bake until the shrimp is done. You can completely forget the white wine, as I have done. And resting? Trust me, this smells so good there is no one willing to let it rest 5 minutes. The only key here is fresh herbs and good ingredients.


Blackberry Sage Water

This is one of those things I ordinarily deem fussy. (Anything I have to bring out the blender for is "fussy".) But this surprised me - it was crazy easy and really refreshing. The sage note was definitely different for a summery drink. If I were to make this again though, I would probably double the amount of blackberries in it.

15 medium fresh sage leaves
2 tablespoons sugar
1 cup boiling water
6 ounces fresh blackberries

Put the sage leaves and sugar in a small pot and crush the leaves with a wooden spoon. Pour in the boiling water and stir until the sugar dissolves. Set aside to steep for 15 minutes.


Meanwhile, in a blender, puree the blackberries with 2 cups of cold water. Strain the blackberry liquid and the sage liquid through a fine mesh sieve into a large bowl, discarding the solids. Pour the liquid into a large pitcher and add 5 cups cold water (or seltzer water). Serve over ice.

A Difficult Patient

I realize that this is sort-of a cooking blog, and I haven't posted any recipes lately.

That, unfortunately, is because the other half of both my life and this blog revolves around the horrible diabetes monster.

It's been a rough couple of days in D-land. Really rough. My 3 hour appointment with a certified diabetes educator (and in reference to her, I use the term very loosely) was a wake up call to the absolutely pitiful state of health care in more rural areas. Four days later, and my head is still reeling from the amount of completely outdated information I was given. And my anger at being made to feel like a "difficult" patient still seethes.

I'm angry, and I feel a little helpless. What is my next option for a good, knowledgeable, up-to-date endocrinologist or CDE? As I've mentioned before, I already drive an hour away from my home for appointments. Next on my list - heading to Ann Arbor, a three hour round trip, and HOPE for better luck there.

Through all of this nonsense, I'm beginning to understand the sub group of Type 1's out there who want to differentiate themselves from Type 2's by completely changing the name of the disease. We are honestly such a small section of the diabetes population. When I go to a CDE, I expect her to be knowledgeable in Type 1 diabetes, as well as the technologies, drugs, and diet plans used by type 1 diabetics in the treatment of their disease. I do not want to be lumped with the type 2's. Not because type 2 is better, or worse, or whatever. It is just as difficult to live with every day as type 1. I feel that although the idea of treatment in both is the same - to keep blood sugars as close to normal as possible - the methods can really differ. So I wonder, if I had "Autoimmune Pancreatic Disease", would people, including healthcare professionals, see me differently? Treat me as an individual? Help me to find a plan that works in my own situation?

(Cause let me tell you, this 60 grams of carb a meal "meal plan" isn't working. Really, lady? I'm 5'2, for crying out loud. How many calories do you think I need? Ok, rant over.)


I guess that, once again, I've garnered how essential it is to be your own advocate. Doctors, CDE's, and dietitians should always be able and open to explaining the "whys" of a diabetes program. And sorry, "That's just the way we do it here" isn't explanation enough. Neither is "But we're a nationally recognized program."

(This picture is a perfect example of type 1 and type 2 being lumped together. The fact that a diabetes center would ask me this question, implying that there is something I could do or not do to prevent my child from acquiring a frickin AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE makes me LIVID. Maybe the fact that I wanted to claw out the eyes of the CDE after reading this was what labeled me as a "difficult patient"??)

World Travels and the D

I am finally home from a monthful of travelling. And although exhausting, I loved every minute of it.

First we headed up to Boston for my hubby's hooding and graduation. Can you tell that I'm about bursting with pride?

It was honestly like coming home. We got to hang out with all of our very treasured close friends again - the kind we just haven't had the time or opportunity to make here in the Midwest yet. I miss them horribly every day. I just feel like I fit there, if that makes sense.

Thankfully, I only had one diabetes related snafu. Somehow, after 12 years of carrying crap around with me everywhere, I walked out of the hotel room for an entire day out on the town and forgot my glucometer. Seriously? How do I do stuff like that? I spent the day relying entirely on the Dexcom - which, I suppose, is better than flying completely blind. Except that when I met some friends for dinner at a nice restaurant (read: hard to bolus for on a good day), right after the appetizers, the dexcom started wailing. HIGH! HIGH!! HIGH!! It kept climbing and climbing and climbing. Up into the 400 range - crazy, because I very, very rarely hit those numbers. So, in my panicked, what-the-heck-is-going-on state, I committed the ultimate no-no..... I corrected for it on my pump. Without a meter reading.

Several hours later, back at the hotel at last, a fingerstick revealed a nice little 132...... while the dex blinked at 350. Oops. Needless to say, I swallowed down a whole pack of skittles pretty damn fast.

We finished our travels with both of our families at Corolla Beach, North Carolina for a week. It was both a relaxing and a busy week, chock full of hiking and 20 mile bike rides and hang gliding and boogie boarding in the ocean. (On a random side note, did you know that companies won't let you hang glide if you are diabetic? I call shenanigans. That's simply ridiculous. And yes, I lied, signed the paper, and hid my pump in my shirt. Then I went hang gliding and had a fabulous time.) We were renting a beach house complete with a pool and a hot tub. Now I know that you can never truly have a "diabetes free" week. I know that it's with you every.single.day. But I chose to give myself as much of a D-vacation as safely possible. (Who am I kidding? I really just wanted to revel in the hot tub, and that of course meant that I had to pull the dexcom sensor.)

Honestly, I don't know if I achieved what I was going for. Sure, I didn't have to worry about one more contraption stuck to my body. And I let myself eat an absurd amount of junk. But I think I actually caused myself MORE anxiety than normal. I realized how attached I am to the dexcom. It's reassuring to know what your blood sugar is running at any given time (oddly, even after the mishap the week before, I still trust the thing.). I was extremely active during the week, and my blood sugar drops like a rock during exercise. I found myself in the ocean thinking, "I wonder what I am now?" And during a long bike ride. And while playing laser tag. And even at night before I went to bed, staring at a 130 on the meter, (a number that should have been calming pre-sleep), I was thinking, "But where am I headed? Am I sky rocketing? Am I starting to crash?" It just goes to show you what that little bit of reassurance does for your metal health every day. And that mental health plays such a big role in this disease.

Tonight I'm preparing for another huge three hour doctor's appointment tomorrow. Nutritionist, diabetes educator - the works. Which means I've spent the night writing down numbers and downloading the dexcom information - which I can only pray that they actually look at this time. Sometimes the sheer amount of time this disease takes up in my life is mind boggling.

(Some of the wild horses that roam Corolla Beach. They were absolutely breathtaking.)