Did you ever eat something and feel healthy afterward? For me, it’s probably not actual health related imparted to me by the foods, but a feeling that I did “good” eating healthy food. Dinner gave me that feeling tonight. I wasn’t stuffed, I didn’t feel like I’d swallowed a still-sizzling barbequed rhinoceros, but I felt pleasant. It was a good feeling.

We cleaned out the fridge today and I went grocery shopping after lunch. I increased my grocery list to cover six days, up from the normal four. There were a couple things I’ll need to go back for midweek, but the largest part of the shopping is done. Taro root won’t be available until Wednesday, for instance, so I’ll go Wednesday afternoon and pick up some salad greens, fresh asparagus and the root. Some veggies don’t last well in my fridge, and asparagus is one that I need to buy and use within a couple days.

Tonight’s dinner was chili, sourdough cornbread and coconut kefir. Unlike the canned chili disaster earlier this month, this was homemade chili made with sprouted beans, crispy cashews, fresh carrots, bell pepper, garlic and onion, organic canned tomatoes and just the right spices. We don’t like spicy food, but I know it is good for us, so I put in enough spice to be helpful without burning our mouths. The sourdough cornbread was delicious with pastured butter and added just the right tartness to balance the spice of the chili.

I confess: I didn’t share the coconut kefir with anyone. I kept it all to myself. It was my first batch and I didn’t know how it would turn out. I only made 8 ounces for this batch, and I loved it! If you’re not familiar with coconut kefir, let me introduce you to Kimi and her recipe. I am a big water drinker, and I’ll tell you, after I’ve downed that first gallon of the day, something other than water can be a real pick-me-up. This coconut kefir really filled the bill for me. It was sweet, but not as sweet as soda or juice; tangy, but not as tangy as yogurt; and very refreshing. I hope the nutrients help me finally heal from this cold.

Speaking of the cold that wouldn’t die, I seriously strained a stomach muscle from coughing last night. It’s mostly a problem because of my inability to rest the muscle to let it heal. I thought at first it might have been a hernia, but I’ve ruled that out. It’s not the first weird coughing injury I’ve had. Back in my early 20′s, I cracked a rib coughing. Now that’s some killer six-pack!

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