But let's start at square one on the day. I had the best breakfast in the world.
This brotein burst got me through my 2-hour volunteer shift.
When I got back home, Sidney was just starting to bake her cookies for the market. I was just in time to help her. My job is usually to mix up all the cookie dough, and today was no different. I'm becoming an expert in cookie dough mixing, but if I ever have to bake them, I'm in trouble. Actually, I think I could do it. Unless, of course, I just ate all the cookie dough before it had a chance to bake. Anyway, I was plugging along, happily mixing dough in a kitchen kemistry extravaganza. There was sodium bicarbonate here, monocalcium phosphate there. Everything was going swimmingly, and then Sidney tapped me on my shoulder. I whipped around to see what this interruption should warrant, and there she was, looking adorable in her poofy hairnet, holding out a piece of surplus cookie dough. After a very brief inner battle, I accepted the cookie dough ball and consumed it rather quickly, all the while enjoying and savoring the absolute wonderfulness that is a Sidney cookie (even though I had just mixed the dough up not 5 minutes prior).
Anyway, I told myself that that would be the only carby, tasty, wonderful dough I would accept. I am, after all, trying to limit my carbs and calories while maximizing brotein. Cookies don't have much brotein, so cookies don't have much of a place in my diet.
To make a short story shorter, I failed miserably in my attempt to resist. It was just too hard to turn down Sidney in all her adorableness, especially when she was holding unbelievably great-tasting cookie dough. All in all, I think I had 4 moderately-sized balls of cookie dough. But hey, at least they had eggs in them!
After we were all done baking, Sidney used up the last little bit of dough cake dough.
Quite literally, I ate dough. Not a pancake, not a crepe, no. Dough. Just dough. Dough with strawberries. But mostly dough. Plain and honest dough. Carby dough. Dough.
Having eating my year's quota of carbs in just a few short minutes, I decided that I wanted to try a new recipe. I originally found this recipe on YouTube via Laura in the Kitchen, with the actual recipe written out here. I've had several past successes following her recipes, so I was pretty excited about this one.
It was Fettuccine Alfredo with Chicken, because why not more carbs? I followed the recipe to the letter, doubling everything so to have more (hopeful) deliciousness. We seasoned the chicken with garlic and onion powders, cooked them in a colossal amount of butter, then added the cream, then cheese, then chicken back in, then noodles.
It was starting to look really good, and it was smelling quite fantastic. It was almost time to taste!
In the past year I've found myself to be quite the Fettuccine Alfredo connoisseur, with my initial favorite being the Fettuccine Alfredo with Grilled Chicken at La Strada Italian Grill in Lake Lure, North Carolina. The sauce in that particular interpretation was absolutely incredible. Since then, I've tried many different Fettuccine Alfredos, always comparing them to La Strada. It wasn't until about a month ago that I found another Fettuccine Alfredo that I deemed to even compete with La Strada, and that was Anthony's in downtown Kansas City.
So I had high hopes for this recipe. Just imagine if this recipe produced Fettuccine Alfredo to rival those greats. I wouldn't have to leave home to indulge. I could make it anytime I wanted it, and I could eat so much more and for so much cheaper, too! I was beginning to get really excited. But the proof is in the puddi...rather, Alfredo.
Quite literally, I ate dough. Not a pancake, not a crepe, no. Dough. Just dough. Dough with strawberries. But mostly dough. Plain and honest dough. Carby dough. Dough.
Having eating my year's quota of carbs in just a few short minutes, I decided that I wanted to try a new recipe. I originally found this recipe on YouTube via Laura in the Kitchen, with the actual recipe written out here. I've had several past successes following her recipes, so I was pretty excited about this one.
It was Fettuccine Alfredo with Chicken, because why not more carbs? I followed the recipe to the letter, doubling everything so to have more (hopeful) deliciousness. We seasoned the chicken with garlic and onion powders, cooked them in a colossal amount of butter, then added the cream, then cheese, then chicken back in, then noodles.
It was starting to look really good, and it was smelling quite fantastic. It was almost time to taste!
In the past year I've found myself to be quite the Fettuccine Alfredo connoisseur, with my initial favorite being the Fettuccine Alfredo with Grilled Chicken at La Strada Italian Grill in Lake Lure, North Carolina. The sauce in that particular interpretation was absolutely incredible. Since then, I've tried many different Fettuccine Alfredos, always comparing them to La Strada. It wasn't until about a month ago that I found another Fettuccine Alfredo that I deemed to even compete with La Strada, and that was Anthony's in downtown Kansas City.
So I had high hopes for this recipe. Just imagine if this recipe produced Fettuccine Alfredo to rival those greats. I wouldn't have to leave home to indulge. I could make it anytime I wanted it, and I could eat so much more and for so much cheaper, too! I was beginning to get really excited. But the proof is in the puddi...rather, Alfredo.
After the initial taste test, the consensus was... we have a winner!! While not duplicating perfectly the taste of either La Strada's nor Anthony's Fettuccine Alfredo, this recipe produced such a cheesy, buttery, creamy, garlicky, oniony, wonderfully, tasty-y, yummy-y, goody, excellenty, fhafkldyy, ajkladayy, ejfjcbsyy, EIOEOOE, EOIEOIOIE, EIOOOIEIEIOOOIOEE...
This was simply great. It was one of the best edible things I've ever had a part in making. It was just so rich and creamy, and the Parmigiano-Reggiano brilliantly shone through. I would make this stuff every day if I was on a high-carb diet. But I'm not. I'm on a high brotein diet. So I only ate a little bit.
Admittedly, I did have a couple extra pieces of chicken and some more noodles, but I left about 90% in the pan. It's now in the fridge, cold and alone. But I must persevere. After eating all these carbs and fat (read: mucho calorias), I thought I was done eating for the day.
Oh how the day was plotting against me.
I then had to attend a graduation party for a friend of Sidney's sister. This party was in a hotel convention center, and was shared by 5 other graduates. This meant a lot of people. And a lot of people meant a lot of food. I was done in for when I spotted the chicken strips.
I then determined that, for the second time today, my will power would falter. A few seconds later, I was sitting at a table with a plate that looked like this:
It had pita and hummus from Aladdin Cafe, there were a couple bacon-wrapped lil' smokies, there was a roll, there was some pulled pork, there was some cheesy pasta, and there were the chicken strips with ranch. I was feeling rather adventurous, so I dipped a chicken strip in some hummus.
It was actually really good. But when you combine two foods that are really good, the result is probably going to be really good, too.
Sidney grabbed me a chocolate cupcake with peanut butter frosting for good measure.
On the way out, I saw that the candy table had a thing full of Sour Patch Kids. Of course I had to grab some.
I threw in a Swedish Fish just because.
When I got back home, I resolved to eat only chicken for the next few days.
I seasoned some more chicken with ample amounts of garlic and onion powder, then grilled it. I did sample a couple pieces, but only to assure they tasted good. I put the rest straight into the fridge.
And that was it.
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