You were expecting this.
Did you all have a fabulous Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving weekend? Is your brain still set to vacation mode or are you ready to bounce back to Workland? Did you watch all the TV show re-runs and read all the books over your break? Did you come to any conclusions/decisions/spiritual awakenings/philosophical enlightenments? < – totes not a word, but we’re okay with that.
A few days of reflection has led me into an age of acceptance, kinda maybe. You know what this is like. Once you hit a certain point in life, there are things with which you begin getting comfortable. You begin embracing these difficult-to-accept things.
Underarm jiggle. Burpees or no, there will always be a slight J-E-LL-O to the gun show. Maybe, definitely. No biggy.
Chunky cocktails. Totally fine once you reach a certain level of chunk experience and realize that pulp happens, and it happens to be delicious when soaked in bourbon.
The Taylor Swift situation. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’ve tried. We all have. There really isn’t a thing anyone can do.
James Spader? Slightly sexy. And you’re okay with that.
Red wine hangovers. You will probably never be able to drink Yellow Tail the way you did when you were an undergrad. And you have completely embraced that fact.
The fact that you didn’t move a square inch from your couch on Black Friday because you were hungover/in a pie coma from Thanksgiving PLUS you hate large crowds, PLUS you already shopped the Black Friday deals when they began way back in July, so really what you did on Black Friday was ease yourself out of your sugar pie high by eating more pie on your couch while reading The Count of Monte Cristo for the seventeenth time on the Kindle you bought as a Black Friday deal way back in July (slash re-watched every single episode of Friends ever), PLUS you’d rather be blogging, as per usual.
The post holiday detox salad. Not only do you love it, you look forward to it. It has become your own personal tradition. Traditioooooooooooon! Tradition!
^^^Fiddler on the Roof reference, anyone?
We feast, we give detox a fighting chance, we repeat. It’s the circle of life. You and I, we can do this together. You’ve probably noticed there is always some funky fresh clean eating salad on The Roasted Root the Monday/Tuesday following all large holidays and three day weekends. You can bare witness to, slash participate in, my own fighting chance at detox. We can get this junk out of the trunk – let’s eat ruffage!
This ruffage. Doesn’t it look like Christmas?
It’s made with a whole bloomin head of kale. Plus shredded beets + pecans + goat cheese + pomegranate seeds. I whipped out a cinnamon-y dijon-y balsamic vinaigrette. It’s an entree salad. I did a little chili powder sprinkle action upon my chicken before cooking it in the trusty cast iron skillet. Gah, it’s so simple and yet so tasty for the salad-ing. You can totally use leftover turkey instead of chili chicken. You can absolutely add cranberry sauce. It’s your life, color outside the lines.
One kale salad at a time.