This is a smoothie for people who hate smoothies.
Usually relegated to punishment for an indulgent weekend, brief but fervent moments of health-consciousness or intensely regimented diets, smoothies are often boring, unsatisfying and unappealing visually. Not to mention they virtually ALL use bananas as a thickening agent. Blech. Don’t tell me you can’t taste them in a smoothie – YOU CAN TASTE THEM and they taste like bananas.
But the real problem for me is, they are just so… smooth. Like eating nothing. Or worse, like eating something that FEELS like nothing and that you’re being forced to eat because you are unable to chew or perceive texture due to a tragic injury.
Smoothie bowls fix this egregious error of viscosity by making the smoothie play support to a riotous parade of interesting, textural toppings. Teensy, crunchy chia seeds, creamy and toothsome cashews, bumpy berries or chewy dried fruit – the possibilities are practically endless to liven up the uninspired smoothness of smoothies. Join me in making this Tropical Smoothie Detox Bowl, and together we can fix what is wrong with the classic blended meal.
Guys. We have nearly made it through the wilderness of healthy-eating January. Take a moment to congratulate yourself for every hearty pile of kale, every serving of whole grains and every lean protein eaten over the past several weeks – they’ve been doing the Lord’s work, atoning for past indulgence with a cleansing wash of nutrients. I have to say, though, this year it has felt more like a gift than a penance.
With salads and grain bowls, oatmeal and juices, we have been reborn. Maybe I’m just getting old and persnickety, but after a year or two of tweaking my eating habits, I’m actually starting to like such adult concepts as more-vegetables-than-starch on a plate or fruit for dessert. I know, I KNOW.
Somebody take my temperature.
This recipe is one of my favorite fall-back dinners, for when I’m drawing a blank but want something reliably tasty and healthy without reinventing the wheel.
Usually my weekly menu plan looks something like this: one fancy-pants bloggable meal, one salad-plus-protein, one oops-I-forgot-I-needed-to-start-dinner-so-what-can-I-make-fast-’cause-I’m-getting-hangry, and a mix of leftover compilations to fill in the gaps (and in the interest of realness, usually one night of our favorite neighborhood Indian food buffet). We probably eat this dish at least once every couple of weeks, and I’d like to say it’s because of the heart-healthy Omega 3 fatty acids or wholesome ingredients, but its mostly because of the ease of prep and how quickly everything comes together.
After two weeks of unbridled holiday gorging in Texas, the month of reckoning is upon me – being sustained solely by a diet of Tex-Mex, barbecue, kolaches and Christmas cookies, my body hates it when I go on vacation.
But I’ve gone through the wilderness and have emerged ready for all things green, nutritious and light.
As a general policy, I try to eat pretty healthily in my day-to-day life, focusing on eating fresh, whole foods and preparing meals at home, managing portions (sometimes) and even counting calories when I’m feeling motivated. I do have a serious weakness for dessert that is managed some days better than others, but as a rule, I try to keep it together nutritionally.
That is, except for “special occasions.”
So Sunday wasn’t my best day for health consciousness.
There may have been some day drinking with friends, a few fistfuls of savory hand-pie from the Pasty Republic food truck, an unfettered gorging of pizza after said day drinking.
Then I *MIGHT* have accidentally stumbled upon some Girl Scout cookies of a questionable age somewhere in the dark nethers of my pantry. And did horrible, horrible things to them.
So basically, on an 80/20 diet, Sunday might’ve counted as my 20% for, like a few months.