garote: (ultima 7 dining room)

This is a copycat recipe for making the dish "Tempah LaLa" from the Asian Rose, a restaurant that used to be in Santa Cruz, California. Dang they made some delicious stuff there...

  • 1/2 cup of canola oil for some high-heat frying
  • 32oz of tempeh (usually available as two 16oz packages)
  • 1 big honkin' shallot, halved and sliced into thin half moons
  • 4 large cloves garlic, thinly sliced
  • 2 tsp Trader Joe's chili pepper sauce
  • 1 tbsp tamarind paste, dissolved in 1 cup water (you can use tamarind pulp, but the prep is slightly different)
  • 3 quarter-inch rounds galangal root, bruised OR 1.5 tbsp chopped ginger (or 5 of those little frozen ginger cubes if you have them)
  • 3 (four-inch) pieces of lemongrass stalk and bulb, bruised
  • 3/4 cup brown sugar
  • Hot cooked rice (for serving)

Heat the oven to 250 degrees F.

Slice the tempeh into small pieces, about 1.5-inch long, 3/4-inch wide, 1/3-inch tall. Place the tempeh on a baking sheet (or a thin grill if you have one) and leave in the oven for 30 minutes to dry out a bit. This will improve the crunchy texture.

While the tempeh hangs out in the oven, start preparing the rice.

In a 10-inch skillet (I used a cast iron one), heat the canola oil to about 300 degrees. With a slotted spoon or a pair of tongs, place the tempeh in the oil and fry each side about 1 minute, until golden brown. Remove the tempeh to a paper towel-lined plate.

Using the same oil and skillet, fry the shallots until brown - about 7 minutes.

Throw in the garlic slices, for about a minute. Garlic can burn easily so watch the time.

Scoop out the garlic and shallots and set them aside.

Turn off the heat and let the pan cool down a bit. Pour out the excess oil until you have about 3 tablespoons.

Over low heat, add the chili paste, tamarind paste dissolved in water, galangal, lemongrass, and brown sugar to the skillet. Raise heat to medium-high, and reduce the sauce until it's about 1/2 the volume you started with, and has taken on a slightly syrupy consistency. This will take at least ten minutes, probably longer -- as much as 25 minutes.

Pick out the lemongrass stalks and galangal pieces, then stir in the tempeh, onions, and garlic, mixing to coat evenly. Spoon heaps of it out over the rice you made earlier.

Tamarind paste versus tamarind pulp:

Tamarind pulp is the less processed version of the fruit. It usually takes the form of a chunky gel, often with little pieces of seeds or peel floating around in it. Tamarind paste is what you get if you take the pulp and immerse it in boiling water and then press it hard through a strainer. It mixes in more evenly.

You can use tamarind pulp in this recipe. When you mix it with water, use boiling water, then stir it thoroughly and pick out whatever hard un-savory bits you encounter. You could press it through a strainer, but unless the tamarind pulp is especially crude, that step does not appear to be mandatory.

garote: (weird science)
There is a system in your body that feels like an infection. There may also be bacteria in your body that constitute a literal infection, causing this phenomenon. Modern biology is still not entirely clear on the facts. But what's important is how it feels.

There is an alien mind lurking behind your own. It's a collective of little minds. It wants sugar. Simple fast-acting sugar; the kind that it can snatch up out of your bloodstream before your body can use or store it all. This alien mind reaches around your own and pokes the controls of your body, making you want sugar. The effect is sometimes overt and pictures of ice cream and soda flash directly into your mind, and other times the effect is subtle and you look down at what you're eating and realize that it contains a large portion of sugar, even though you deliberately chose it as an alternative to something with sugar in it. You thought you were doing good, but you tricked yourself. You are infected.

As long as you keep constantly eating sugar that you don't need, that alien mind is strong. When the sugar starts to dry up, it will lean hard on the controls. The craving can become unbearable, but it helps to realize that the craving is not your own voice but that of an alien, occupying your body, soaking up sugar and demanding more, even though such large amounts are damaging to all the systems of your body.

Defy it. Stop eating the sugar completely, for an entire week. The alien will scream and smash at the controls, and just after the cravings feel the worst, the bastard will start to die. Imagine little corpses falling into your bloodstream, being gathered up by your organs and dumped out, like the diseased aliens at the end of War Of The Worlds. Picture them as little foreign bacteria, or little bits of fungus, or tiny shrieking insects; whatever suits your imagination. That's what it's like, being addicted to sugar.

Fight the infection!
garote: (zelda bakery)


The steer:

As an example, let's use an 1100-pound steer or heifer (female cow).

Cost: Something around $1200 to the rancher, and $550 to the meat preparer.
Results: About 450 pounds of grass-fed meat and 150 pounds of bones.
(The bones are valuable - almost as valuable as the meat - and are sought by foodies.)

Purchase of the steer:

Expect to pay the rancher in advance.
Expect to pay by wire transfer, or by mailing a check, or by bringing a check in person.
Ranchers are not guaranteed to have cell phones, not guaranteed to have email addresses, and will probably do their banking at a local bank rather than a large, interconnected one like Chase or Bank Of America.
Trust the rancher. Pay well in advance. If you don't trust the rancher, why are you even doing this?

Prepping the steer:

Let the rancher suggest a slaughter and prep place that is close to them. (If you think transporting meat is difficult, think about transporting a live steer.) It's likely they'll have a place they use personally and are familiar with.

Once you've arranged to have the steer brought to the locker, you need to call the locker up and tell them exactly how you want the meat cut and packaged. You'll need some knowledge of meat to do this.
For example:
How big should a roast be?
How many pounds of ground beef per package? (2lb is common.)
How thick should steaks be - 1/2 or 3/4 of an inch? (1/2-inch is common.)
Grass-fed steaks are best marinated a long time and cooked fairly fast.

Have the meat prepared at least three days in advance because it will need to sit in a freezer for three days in order to freeze completely solid. This is serious business: If you pick it up before it has had three full days to freeze, the meat locker will have you sign a waiver from the USDA declaring that you understand the risk.

It's up to you to transport and store all this meat once you pick it up from the locker / slaughterhouse.
You will need coolers, dry ice, and a large vehicle. A full-size truck or cargo van will do. Anything smaller is inadequate.

Coolers:

Four 150 quart coolers: $84 x 4 = ~$370 with taxes
Buy these from Costco or Walmart. Buy them in advance because it may be hard to find them on the road.

Dry ice:

If you pick up in Wyoming and deliver to California, you will need to drive at least 1000 miles. This is not possible in one day.
Dry ice for 2 days and 1 night of driving: $240, or, approx. $40 per cooler per full day

Almost all Safeway stores sell dry ice. They are the most reliable source. Chances are you'll find at least one in every large city you pass through.
The meat locker place may have advice on where to buy some at a discount locally, or they may not. Don't rely on it. Unpredictable weather can cause a run on the local dry ice supplier, leaving you with nothing when the day comes.

Dry ice will be sold to you as large chunks in plastic bags. A pair of gloves of any shape or size will be sufficient to handle the dry ice as long as it stays inside the bag. Never pick it up with your bare hands, especially when it's outside the bag.

Do not use regular ice! It's bulkier and will turn your meat into a soggy pile of bloody paper along the way, and create a very high risk of disease. Do not cheap out to save a hundred bucks on ice only to lose a $2000 investment.

Pick up:

The meat will be given to you as packages, mostly the size of a large burrito, wrapped in butcher paper and tape. There will be a lot of packages.
Load them into the coolers evenly, leaving about four inches of space at the top.
Place enough bags across the top of the meat to cover it. (Usually 4 bags per cooler.) Smash one of the bags with a wrench or hammer to make large chunks - this one will "melt" a little faster than the others. (Leave the bag sealed.)
Close the cooler, and if you like, you can tape the lid down or put a strap around it to hold it closed.

Handy tip: Crumple up some newspaper and pile it on top of the dry ice, to slightly slow the dispersion of the cold air through the lid.

Transport:

If you are using an enclosed vehicle like a cargo van (which I recommend), keep the air conditioner or vents on at all times. As dry ice "melts" it turns into carbon dioxide. You need to keep driving fresh air into your vehicle, around yourself, in order to counteract this or you may feel drowsy and sluggish even in the middle of the day. If you start feeling that way even a little, roll down the windows immediately.

Do not buy all the dry ice up front. You will need to buy more each day.
The reason is this: Your meat is already frozen solid, i.e. frozen below the point where water becomes ice. Dry ice is much colder than that. (Ice is 0 degrees C at minimum, and dry ice is -78.5 degrees C at minimum.)
As dry ice melts, it does not accumulate cold water at the bottom of the cooler - it becomes gas, which is pushed out through the lid of the cooler by pressure, and once that air is outside the cooler it is useless for cooling. If you buy all your dry ice at once, you will be pushing the temperature of your meat farther below freezing for a shorter period of time.
(That said, feel free to spend as much as you want on dry ice, and pack the coolers full at all times. You'll still come out ahead.)

Storage:

You will need a very large freestanding freezer. Probably two, located in the garage, or outside the house in the shade with a lock on them.
Kenmore 7.2 cubic foot chest freezer from Sears: $180 x 2 = $360
You can attempt to borrow one from a neighbor or co-buyer, or buy one used on Craigslist if you live in a large city.
Have these installed and cold when you return with the beef, and load them up. (Remember that every extra day you need dry ice is $160.)

Distribution:

If you're going in on this with friends and neighbors, it makes accounting sense to divide the meat into lots, each containing the same amount of the same cuts of meat. Then each of you can pay for one or more lots.
To get things exactly even you'll want to get a small scale.
If you want to cover your expenses, and possibly make a small profit on top, ask for something like seven bucks per pound per lot.
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I while ago I had the privilege of attending the 11th International Conference of the Metabolomics Society. When I wasn't doing interviews I wandered around and had fun reading the presentation posters. Here's some neat stuff I saw:

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This is a graph of the "Carlson Curve", a kind of genetics equivalent of Moore's Law. The connection illustrated in the graph isn't entirely sensible, since Moore's Law isn't actually about dollar cost, but about information density. It gets the point across though.

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Did you know that your brain swells when you're asleep?

Perhaps this is why your head feels fuzzy when someone wakes you up too soon.

P.S.: I bet you've never heard of the Glymphatic System eh? Check it out.

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Breaking scientific insight! Japanese women tend to lie about whether they've been smoking recently.

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It's not something we often think about, but cooking creates smells because of food chemistry - and smells are complicated. Even a "simple" food like rice, seen as a relatively "empty" carbohydrate, emits hundreds of unique compounds into the air during cooking, creating a distinct smell.

The experiment in this poster attempts to identify all the compounds emitted by the different varieties of rice, to create a correlation between pleasing smells and particular compounds.

With that information, scientists can conduct more precisely targeted experiments to develop a variety of rice that grows well in a given region, and also fetches a higher price (because it smells better.)

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Here's a similar, but not identical, metabolomics experiment with wine. The neat thing I learned here is that one of the smell components of wine, according to wine tasters, is "bike tyre rubber". Hilarious! I've been a cyclist for a long time, and I tell you what ... bike tires don't smell good.

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The human body carries about 100 trillion microorganisms in its intestines (a number ten times greater than the total number of human cells in the body) and their role in digestion is extraordinarily complicated, and largely unmapped.

This experiment is pointing out something interesting: Our intestines absorb and process many different types of nutrients, and some them are found in the food we eat, but the majority of them are synthesized for us by the bacteria we carry within. Not just one or two types, like vitamin K and vitamin B, but the majority.

Without this symbiotic relationship, we would be so totally screwed!

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Here's one of my favorites. Scientists took three very different meals, ground them up into liquid, and ran the liquid through a high-performance liquid chromatography system...

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... Then they categorized the metabolites they detected, and plotted them according to their relative levels in each meal. This particular chart is only a small part of the data they collected. It's a heat map of the triglycerides they measured.

Basically, this is an extremely expensive way to prove that the American meal is chock-full of saturated fats, and the lightweight vegetarian meal is almost entirely fat-free, with the more "Mediterranean" meal in the middle. Whether this even constitutes useful information is debatable, as you may gather from the Wikipedia forest around triglycerides and all the instances of "[citation needed]".

Triglycerides of all types are broken down into their component parts inside the small intestine, and then re-assembled from parts and stuffed into large carrier packages, then passed into the lymph system and from there into the bloodstream. Those carrier packages are called lipoproteins, and they come in various sizes, and serve various roles as they move around in the blood. There are "high-density" lipoproteins and "low-density" lipoproteins, among others, and it's believed that the "low-density" ones encourage heart disease, while the "high-density" ones protect against it.

There is a fuzzy link between the balance of triglycerides you eat, and the balance of "high-density" versus "low-density" lipoprotein packages constructed to carry them around in your blood. It's not as simple as, "avoid fats", and it's not as simple as "avoid carbohydrates". There's also a large, mostly unknown, genetic component, so it's not as simple as "avoid saturated fats". But so far, the fickle finger of fate is pointing mostly at the "Mediterranean" meal as the smartest choice.

Now, if we all had access to those foods at reasonable prices, and we all ate just to stay alive, and not for pleasure or convenience, this would be life-changing information, wouldn't it?

Into this complicated mess, science marches on. At least the charts are pretty.

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Meanwhile, the local hardware vendors are giving out candy!

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Speaking of getting fat, here's a sobering bit of information. This is from an experiment done on mice, so take that as you will, but what it's basically saying is, if you gain a bunch of weight, your body chemistry changes on a permanent basis. Even if you work the weight off, and keep it off for years, your body will not behave in the old way ever again.

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Look! SCIENCE! It means: Perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect lighting, perfect skin, and a pouty deferential look ... oh and some protective glasses, because hey, this is serious.
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Yep, it's a wheat reaction. I don't know what possessed me to try eating a single piece of toast during lunch, but now it's approximately 45 minutes later, and my stomach hurts, my thyroid feels swollen, my eyes are dry and tired, my balance is off, and I'm having trouble concentrating at work.

Looks like this is permanent. What a pain in the butt.
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Enter a period of psychological stress, and your organs release a steady river of hormones, telling the cells in your body to burn more energy. After a few days of this feedback, your cells begin sending signals to all the mitochondria living inside them, telling them to divide, increasing energy capacity. This is important because when the energy production system is bottlenecked, little chemical packets called "free radicals" are released inside your cells, especially from the struggling mitochondria. Free radicals are quite damaging to the DNA in your cells, including the DNA of your mitochondria. So having the right number of mitochondria for your energy needs is important.

Unfortunately this creates a paradox. Free radicals are the signal that you need more mitochondria. When they are released they damage the DNA in the mitochondria you already have. The only way to correct the balance is for the mitochondria to divide, making more of themselves, and as an unfortunate consequence, the damage done by the free radicals gets magnified. Eventually, there are more mutated mitochondria inside your cells than clean ones, and the whole operation of the cell becomes degraded because of the extra resources this consumes.

As the mitochondria decline in efficiency, the cell will shift across the spectrum of genes it can express, to devote more resources to mitochondria recycling. This reduces its effectiveness as part of a functioning organ.  (Stem cells and heart cells do not divide their mitochondria, and therefore are not directly under the influence of this cycle, but they can still suffer from the decline in other organs.) Each cell also has a feedback loop of signals inside it, designed to detect this degradation. When a cell in your body realizes it has dropped below a reasonable efficiency level, it commits suicide, removing itself and its damaged mitochondria from your collective internal gene pool.

Here's what this means for you, on a human scale: When you pass through a cycle of stress, part of you dies off while the rest of you decides to repopulate, spreading slightly less efficient mitochondria throughout your tissues, resulting in a subtly decreased energy level. You really begin to notice it in middle age.

This effectively cannot be reversed, because you can only work with the genetic supply of mitochondria that you have.  Your best hope for renewed health is to maintain a higher set-point for energy capacity, via a higher standing population of your current mitochondria, so that when you are pressed into other capacity modes - higher stress modes - you do not logjam your energy supply chain and create damaging free-radical elements inside cells.

In other words, sufficient sleep, complete nutrition, and consistent aerobic exercise places your body into its most long-lasting mode.  It delays the onset of virtually ALL late-life diseases.

This may seem like common knowledge, but now you understand why it is so... And why there is absolutely no product, service, or diet that can turn back the clock. Your very best outcome is to slow it down.
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I went shopping for food at a store called Aidi. I have now shopped at enough stores in Kansas to reveal a pattern. The easiest way I can describe the pattern is by saying, "I have been totally spoiled by living in California."

To me, many supermarkets in Kansas are have an atmosphere of resignation and sickness. Everything is jarred, canned, or wrapped in plastic, and most things are either frozen solid or have a suspiciously long shelf-life. There is absolutely no such thing as a fresh vegetable in these Kansas supermarkets. The closest I have found was vacuum-packed unwashed lettuce, and when I read the labeling I discovered that it had been trucked out from Salinas, CA. The only thing that stands a chance of being fresh is the beef, and that depends on where you shop. You will not find the word "organic" used on any label anywhere. I think it's actually a curse-word in this part of the country, like "democrat" or "Colbert".

Today I examined every shelf of the Aidi market twice, in search of something I could eat that wouldn't just widen the nutritional crater that Kansas is digging inside my body. I found a bag of tiny "Ocean Spray" oranges that had been shipped from Chile, coated with wax and sprayed with thiabendazole, and the vacuum-packed lettuce from Salinas. I opened the lettuce in my motel room and carefully washed it in the sink, and that is how I am enjoying my first real salad in two weeks.

Actually, "supermarket" is the wrong word to use for these places. A more accurate description would be something like "junk-food warehouse and butcher's shop". More than half of Aidi's floorspace is taken up with pancreas-destroying sugar snacks and bleached-flour milk-chocolate crap. You could eat a different "food" from this section for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, for a hundred days... But by the end of the first month you'd probably be dead. Sure, there are stores like this in California. But in Kansas, in many small towns, this is all you get. When you are planning your meals for the week, for yourself and your kids, this is what you work with.

Walking around here, I tried to imagine what it would be like if I was a local, with limited travel range, trying to improve my eating habits. Would I have the knowledge to categorically dismiss so many of the things in this store as harmful? Would I have the guts to, since it runs counter to the eating habits of my friends and family? The only things we could all agree on would be meat and perhaps a few of the dairy products, and even then we'd have to argue about quantity. Assuming I made enough money to choose where to eat, how would I even be able to locate fresh vegetables? Decent oil? Eggs that didn't come from some tortured wastrel of a factory chicken? These things are just ... not here. At least, as far as I know. Perhaps it just takes some determined searching.

But compare this to where I come from. In Oakland, the supermarkets are loaded with produce. Then, for an appreciable number of residents, it's not of sufficient quality, so they shop at Whole Foods (and moan about the price - I know I have). But that's not enough either, because they also raise a stink about how far their food travels, and who owns and manages the outlet, so they have places like Berkeley Bowl and Rainbow Grocery. But that's not as direct as it could be - so Oakland itself has at least FOUR Farmer's Markets that assemble every week, rain or shine.

Back in Oakland, I live five blocks away from a store that ships gourmet chocolate from Europe and Africa, and I won't buy most of it because I'm not impressed with the flavor. Here in Topeka, if I want dark chocolate, I choose between the large bar that tastes like wax, and the small bar with the oily texture.

Is it really just geography causing this? California gets the fancy weather, so it gets the fancy food? Is it the farm bill? Is it just what people are willing to put up with - a cultural thing?

Some optimistic part of me wasn't expecting it to be true - but as I rove around these cities, I am lost in a sea of people "living and partly living", as T.S. Eliot would put it. Planted behind desks, browsing Facebook. Arguing about high-school football over dinner. Sitting inert in bars. Kicking around in back lots, doing nothing. How much of this is boiling up from their physiology? How much of this is happening because they don't feel right, in a way they can't explain, for a reason that would never occur to them - to most people? Everyone is too busy trying to get any kind of food at all.

Perhaps I'm taking this all to seriously. However, an hour ago I finished all the lettuce in the box - enough for three salads - and my stomach and intestines are feeling better than they have in weeks. My head feels clearer too.
garote: (ultima 7 study)
On Pokingthingswithsticks, my sister asked:
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the amounts of fats your body is wanting with all that exercise. All the reading I’ve been doing lately really touts lowering starch and grains (wheat) and increasing the fats (even over protein – except when doing lots of exercise like you when you should have lots of protein). Apparently fats can easily be turned into carbs for the body’s use, and we need far more that we think of certian fats to keep brains happy, etc. Whatcha think?
This inspired me to make a long-winded response, which I repost here:



I think this sort of food balancing is complicated, because there are several totally different - but very valid - ways to approach it. At different times I've vacillated between the approaches.

One approach is to try to research what is actually going on inside our bodies. The digestive system, the nervous system, allergic reactions, insulin response, circadian rhythm, vitamin use, blah blah. This is daunting and endless. New research appears every day, and it seems like every popular writer has a piece of the system to advocate for, as the weathervane around which our diets should be oriented. I recently read some yokel in a forum, claiming that all gluten "increases a chemical called Zonulin in the digestive system", causing "leaky gut" in humans, which eventually kills us all.

Oh the horror.

Another approach is to try and figure out what was eaten by "our ancestors", and eat that, based on the assumption that we evolved to thrive on it. I bet you'd agree with me that way too much of the "research" on this topic amounts to socio-politlcal axe-grinding and extrapolation. Do we consider apes hanging about on African plains as our ancestors, or the Mesopotamian farmers of twelve thousand years ago? Or do we point at the Native Americans of the far north, who went their entire lives without eating a single piece of fruit, a single slice of bread, or a single vegetable? Each could take us in a totally different direction. Do we consider the modern cow the equivalent of the ancient ... whatever it was ... that the tribesmen kept 12000 years ago in Egypt, despite the massive planned and unplanned genetic drift? Of course not. What about the hundred varieties of corn that Native Americans from the middle of the continent slowly accumulated, and built their food systems around? Were they all on totally the wrong track?

And yet another approach is to take our immediate environment and just run experiments. What feels good to eat, long and short term? What doesn't? What seems to make us apathetic and sad, what seems to make us active and strong? What can we go out and try, that we don't usually eat? What do our friends recommend? What did our parents settle on, and raise us eating?

All I know for sure is:
1. The research and the experiment never ends.
2. If you don't do it, you might be missing something important.

But, now to get more specific. You asked what I think about discouraging starch and grains, and increasing fats.

That's appealing for a few reasons:

1. It overlaps with the "Mediterranean" diet, and the Atkins diet. Both are recently popular.
2. We all know high-quality fats are important for the brain and skin.
3. We're all edgy about weight gain, and have settled on "carbs" as the culprit, (relative to our parents' generation, which settled on "fat").

One of the things I remember Atkins touting was the practice of forcing the body into Ketosis, basically by covering all its nutrient and protein needs but starving it for calories, so that the liver is compelled to call for the burning of fat. That description is probably heavy-handed compared to what actually went on inside the bodies of the diets' adherents, but even so, it got results. Lots of people dropped weight, because they were able to remain satiated and thereby stick to the dietary change.

That was cool and all but I remember thinking, at the time, "this feels suspiciously like your basic starvation diet, just without the feeling of starving".

After I read all about that, I got into the vegan thing, very majorly. Then I added eggs into an otherwise meat and dairy-free diet, and that seemed to be my perfect system. I crammed myself full of low-starch vegetables and oil, and got my protein from soy, wheat-gluten, and eggs. I worked my ass off at Apple, got into bicycling, and felt healthy. Unfortunately, at the same time, I developed a habit of "emotional eating", and consumed donuts and cake and fresh-baked challah. I wanted calories and my brain found a way to fit them in.

(It could have been worse - a co-worker of mine at Apple went full-time, after a year of part-time, and the added stress caused him to rapidly gain over 40 pounds. His desk became a graveyard of vending-machine snacks and soda cans. He didn't appear to notice - too busy working.)

While I was doing the vegan thing, I became aware of the notion of "good carbs" and "bad carbs", where the "bad carbs" were refined sugars and wheats and the products made with them, and "good carbs" were unrefined or whole-grain, like brown sugar and blackstrap molasses and whole-wheat toast. The distinction is based on two things: How much of the original nutrients remain, and how rapidly the body absorbs the food (a.k.a. the "glycemic index"). So apparently the trick is to avoid refined things that cause an insulin spike. Your edict to minimize all starch and grains certainly covers this territory - but perhaps a bit too thoroughly.

After that I learned about the power of genetic history, when La discovered that she had fructose malabsorption. That was tricky because it was a structural condition of her digestive system, so she and I could eat the exact same thing and it would affect her body differently. In essence, the problem was with a certain sugar molecule. All fruit and sweeteners are made from three or four simple sugars, each with a similar glycemic index, but ONE of them would give her indigestion and even depression, and the others did no such thing. It was even trickier than that - since almost all fruits contained some level of fructose, La had to make sure she ate something with proportional sucrose in it, which effectively "balanced" the digestive process and prevented the reaction. So it was not only a lesson in genetics, but a lesson in the importance of combining foods.

Most vexing. Where, in the ancient ruins, and the neolithic trash middens, is the signal that La should never ever eat apples or pears, but as many oranges as she wants? And just her - not me?

Anyway, about a year ago I quit the vegan diet and began eating meat - mostly fish, then other things. I did so because I was getting really sick with a dysfunctional thyroid, and losing weight rapidly - 30 pounds in a few months - and was eating everything I could, desperately trying to reverse it. After 7 years of a virtually vegan diet, feeling fine, and fielding apocalyptic warnings from Mom and strangers about it, what really did mess up my health was the emotional HELL I went through in the first six months of 2010.

Find that in a diet book. "Want to lose weight? Sabotage your personal life! Abracadabra."

An aside: You know what doctors prescribed in the 1960's for weight loss? Amphetamines (Benzedrine)! How's that for a direct approach! WHACK.

So, from that ordeal I learned that my weight and physiology had a strong mental component. It sounds obvious when stated plainly, but I had only really considered it in one direction before. That is, I knew that if I ate crap, I would feel bad. But this was proof that the feedback loop went the other way, too. When my mind was upset, it manifested in my body. And not just in temporary changes, but in permanent ones. Because here's what's really freaky: Stress and other physiological conditions can cause our bodies to express different genes. ... Or produce antibodies to previously innocent proteins. You can go from having a rock-solid thyroid gland to an overactive or hair-trigger one, and it will stay that way. You can go from eating wheat every day of your life to having an apocalyptic immunological meltdown from a single sandwich.

The reasons for this are fascinating. Put very simply, the cells in our body do not just contain a single copy of our genome, but a bunch of little snippets of it, all floating around inside, instructing other mechanisms what to do. Different external stimuli will cause the aggregation of snippets to change, and that is a major mechanism in how the body works. Plus, that mixture is preserved as a cell splits into two. (This mechanism is how, for example, a liver cell turns into two liver cells.) So yeah, your genome remains the same from birth onward, and whatever you do during your lifetime you still pass the same genome to your children ... but during your lifetime, all kinds of changes can be wrought by altering that pool of snippets floating around inside each cell. Changes that can affect you for years and years.

So, I guess what I'm trying to say with all this, is, I no longer have any confidence in a particular diet as a panacea. I don't think I will ever stop having to adapt what I eat in pursuit of improved health. Before my bike trip started, I ate piles of dark chocolate and piles of french fries. Now I eat piles of dark chocolate and no french fries. On day 4 I remember staring at a menu and thinking to myself, "I should avoid all these carbs because my body needs to focus on muscle restoration from yesterday." On day 5 I remember thinking, "I should drink this soda or my liver is going to bottom out on glycogen two hours from now and I'll be exhausted and stuck 20 miles outside of town." Now I'm sitting here in the motel room on Day 6, thinking, "It's 3pm and all I've had to eat, all day, is two pieces of chocolate and some peanuts. Why am I not hungry?"

Food

Aug. 23rd, 2011 05:11 pm
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Just beneath the current coat of sadness and fatigue, I feel the part of me that is content. It can generate joy and happiness and energy.  With a brief act of silent concentration I can call that part forth again, in private.  But even those brief meditations are denied me in my present life.  Why?

I am beginning to suspect that the largest reason is my eating habits.  For all the cooking I have observed and critiqued, I do not have very good kitchen skills of my own.  I have strong ideas about what's healthy to eat, but not enough experience making those foods for myself.

If I close my eyes I can picture the foods that would make me feel best.  Salads of green and deep purple, vinegar dressing, oranges and tangerines, pho broth, broccoli, hardboiled eggs with big flaky salt...  Nowhere in the picture is the chocolate, the ice cream, the milk, the sugar, the wheat and soy that I used to derive all my protein from.  Somehow I need to make acceptable dishes for myself, because I am not able to find them in the surrounding culture, without spending too much money and too much time in transport.

Cooking is a measure of my independence and I think I need to enhance it.

Does anyone have any favorite salad combinations to share?

DERP

Aug. 9th, 2011 12:17 pm
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IMG_7951, originally uploaded by 42ndmile.

Me And Mr Derpy. He Was Delicious.

garote: (zelda bakery)
I think I have finally assembled the perfect diet for myself!
Essentially it's a vegan diet with eggs thrown in, a skew away from starches and grains, and a few other tweaks. Not surprising if you know me. But I figured I'd paste it here just for the hell of it.

Here's the detail, in vague order from things excluded, to things included:
  • Absolutely no fruit juice drinks, except for the occasional indulgence of sparkling cider or whatnot. Fruit juice is a glycemic nightmare for me. No soda of course.
  • No dairy, especially no cheese.
  • No meat, except for eggs from well-cared-for chickens.
  • Only a smattering of those meat-substitute soy products.
  • Sparse grains (pasta, bread, rice), unless I'm getting lots of exercise, in which case I eat more to get more energy.
  • Few starchy vegetables - potatoes, yams, peas - with the exceptions usually being beans, like kidney beans or garbanzos.
  • Very little non-pulpy starchy fruit, e.g. apples, pears.
  • The occasional mango or melon (honeydew, watermelon, etc). These are on the borderline between pulpy and starchy.
  • As much pulpy fruit as I care to peel and eat, e.g. oranges, plums, tangerines, grapefruit, pomelo, tomatoes, grapes.
  • Nuts and seeds, when they're around.
  • Plenty of high-quality oils.  On salads, or when making omelets, or frying up a batch of potstickers.
  • All kinds of green vegetables, mostly in salad form - that is, mostly uncooked.  Broccoli, spinach, cucumber, kale, various lettuces ranging from green to purple, and so on. Peppers too.
This is not STRICT of course - if I feel like throwing some croutons on a salad occasionally, I will. Or if I feel like chomping a soy ice cream cone.

So why am I so opposed to cheese, and other dairy products? I have discovered that dairy does two things to me:
  1. Its high caloric density offsets a lot of more healthy things I would otherwise eat.
  2. It distorts my feeling of satiety, such that I end up eating more total calories than I otherwise would. And I gain weight. This wasn't such a problem when I was in my teens and early 20's, but my digestion has changed since then.
Most cheeses hover around having 70% of their calories from fat (it varies by type), and when people eat cheese around here, they usually eat a lot of it at a time. For its very high caloric density, it does not provide very much nutrition.

I suppose I might try it as a pure taste exercise - trying an exotic variety, for example - but that's hypothetical right now. I don't miss it.

Breakfast for the past two weeks has usually been an orange and/or a bell pepper eaten raw like an apple. Lunch has usually been a large salad from the cafeteria at work. Six bucks for a heap of romaine, spinach, red leaf, arugula, chickpeas, bell peppers, sprouts, cucumber, broccoli, olives, mushrooms, and crushed flax seeds. Dinner has been a mixed bag - sometimes soup, sometimes an omelette (though I have had trouble finding decent eggs lately), sometimes just something small like a handful of cashews and some carrots dipped in hummus.

My complexion has cleared up, my weight has stayed down, and I am never lacking in energy. I have even added some muscle mass.
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It's all down to a simple molecular process, happening a trillion times over inside your body:

This process, in a nutshell, is why long-distance bicyclists don't stand up in their pedals, and never attempt to "power their way up" a hill. If you have, say, 2000 calories of food percolating in your body and you need to ride as far as you can, burning those 2000 calories in a breathless rush will get you 30 miles -- but burning them aerobically will get you 90 miles or more.

A thought

Mar. 16th, 2009 02:50 am
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I rode my bike today up into the western hills, past a reservoir. On the hillside nearby, close to the road, were two flat memorial markers. Apparently two bicyclists had been buried here, in memory of some shocking event from the past. Other cyclists, still alive, rode past me in both directions, wearing reflective gear. The scruffy older ones with the heavier bikes nodded hello and grinned. The younger ones with the ultralight bikes and the neon shirts ignored me and shouldered past; too elite to to empathize.

I was listening to a documentary podcast from the BBC about the impoverished territories of India. A reporter described a woman living in an exposed shelter, trying to care for six children. She has to leave for most of the day to work, hoping the older kids look after the younger. They gather muck from the ratholes in the fields owned by other people. The rats line their dens with stolen rice, and the children scrape it up and bring it home in buckets. When the mother returns from work she washes as much filth as she can from the rice, then cooks it and feeds her children and herself. If they are lucky, they catch the actual rats. The mother cooks these for protein.

Every year, her shelter is destroyed by the rains.

When I got to the top of the hill I entered wine country. Not true wine country, but a sporting facsimile of it - narrow ribbons of desiccated grapevine on wooden T-squares, about enough for a couple dozen bottles. Something to put a label on. Sprawled alongside each personal cropland was a mansion. Tanned California stucco and red Spanish tile, with the stark white crosshatching of double-paned windows. The clouds fragmented over the hilltops, making a complicated half-stormy sky, light blue interlacing dark grey. The mansions and vineyards were ensconced with equally complicated artificial landscaping. Terraced lawns, rock paths going nowhere, foreign looking trees. As I shot down the other side of the hill, along a winding but flawlessly paved road, I passed a hundred or more mansions all built and buttressed the same way. One in particular caught my eye because it had three garage doors made of stained, polished redwood.

It was for sale.

I don't know, man. Sometimes I think that the only reason particular insane arrangements of property happen in this world is because everyone - everyone - grows old and turns to dust after fifty years of adult life. Usually less than that. No one has time to figure out what's really going on.

Same thing with the economy. From last year to now, almost nothing has changed in the physical structure of the country. In the factories, the offices, the fields. But because of an organizational logjam, an infection of bad paperwork and data in the financial network, suddenly it's all starting to shut down.

It's hard not to feel angry when I ride through the vineyards. Even with the "free wine tasting" sign in plain view. It's hard not to resent the man who stopped at the reservoir in his sixty thousand dollar two-seater car, so his wife, pushing 50 with her bleached-up hairdo and her nails still painted pink like a child's, can use the public restroom because she forgot to go before ... and then complain about its condition. It's hard not to feel angry at the competing race cyclists, elbowing past me as they climb the same steep hill over and over, making sure to give me the same stoic face every time they pass me on the descent. One of them yelled incoherently at my back because he was tired of going around me. I was tempted to reach out with one arm and simply pitch him over the edge of the road as he went by, sending his ten-ounce bike and his body down the vertical face to snap repeatedly against the stony oak trees. So, ... what is really important to you in life, sir? What's important to you now, now that two seconds of impoliteness has rendered you unable to walk?

No, I didn't push him. Why would I single him out? We're all risking our lives out here, really, because we love to cycle. I have more in common with him than with most of the other people who aren't out here, on this road. And still, a percentage of people I meet ... will be assholes. That is the character of the world, and I accept it as the purchase price for exploring. But two cyclists died further back and they were revered enough to get brass plaques and a monument. So clearly, some people care.

Where the man and his pink-nailed lady stopped, I also rode passed a wizened couple walking slowly along the path at the water's edge. The woman smiled warmly at me, her long gray hair shining in the temporary sun from the complicated sky. One of her hands was entwined with the man's, the other was holding his elbow. In an instant I could see she was helping him walk. I looked again at the woman's face, and felt deeply sad, because I imagined that here on my bike, with my shorts and my luggage and gadgets, I was reminding her of her frail husband in younger days. The sight of me seemed to make her happy, but I had to ride away, so I could sit down somewhere out of sight and put my first on the bridge of my nose and let my pleasant expression drop, and ask myself, "Why do good people have to grow old?" One thing breaks down, and then another thing you didn't expect, and so on. And for some reason, some of us pass that time in vineyards and mansions, and some of us grow old in grass huts and boil rice purloined from the dens of rats.

And here I am in the middle, taking a Sunday ride.

I just don't understand anymore.

- - - -

Up to page 252 of Moonseed. Cracking good read, after page 100. Physics are a bit loopy though.

Oh, and...

Mar. 15th, 2009 02:56 am
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I found this passage in Moonseed amusing:

Of, course there were some who would relish this.

Perhaps there were survivalists, even here in respectable suburban Scotland, waiting for it all to fall apart—heading for the highlands with their cans of corned beef, ready to aim illicit shotguns at anyone who came begging. Or maybe they just wanted some place more challenging to take their 4WDs than the car park of Sainsbury's. Riding out the cosy catastrophe, in Barbour jackets and Land Rovers.

'Fuck them,' said Jane aloud. In a year such folk would be starving, chasing sheep around the highlands, and in two years they would be dead.

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This article puts my chocolate cravings in an interesting light. Perhaps I'm one of those individuals with the low-dopamine-receptor gene variant, and that's what compels me to eat so much chocolate in one sitting.

Some people seem content with a few squares, but I will rapidly munch through an entire bar and be ready for more in due time.

I know it's very speculative, but ... could this also be the basis for my family's supposed "predisposition" to drug abuse? One gene, manipulating my response to everything from chocolate to alcohol?

Well, it's probably a collection of genes at least, but still...
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Though the information is almost 20 years old, I haven no real reason to doubt the chart posted in the rec.bicycles FAQ that details the average calories burned while bicycling.

But if these numbers are accurate, I have been burning about 500 calories an hour with every hour of my bike riding. Probably more, since when I'm inching my way up a hill I tend to pedal a bit harder, requiring rest breaks every 20 minutes or so.

There's always been a huge disparity between what the GPS tracker tells me I've burned, and what the Ascent map program tells me. I've always picked the lower number just in case. But could the GPS tracker be telling the truth? On my long eight-hour wilderness bike rides, do I actually burn four thousand calories or more? That seems crazy. A full day of biking would have to be sandwiched by full days of constant eating just to break even. No wonder people lose weight doing this.
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So, you're an American agribusiness conglomerate. You discover that your star product has had an unfortunate side-effect on the populace: Over the long haul, it physiologically degrades their insulin response and contributes significantly to obesity and other health problems.

So what do you do?

You mount an ad campaign to distract people from legitimate evidence, with a handful of cherry-picked studies and inane "facts" about your product.

I don't know what irritates me more: The audacious disregard for public welfare demonstrated by the "Corn Refiners' Association", or the misanthropy of the individual people who collected a paycheck while assembling this shitstain of a PR exercise. (Rest assured that some graphic designer somewhere took home several thousand dollars for layout out this garbage.)

Here, read this.
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Listening to a podcast about energy and metabolism. The lecturer says, "You know when you walk up to a person who's on the Atkins diet, and their breath smells like a chemistry lab? That's because they're body is in ketosis."



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ketosis

"Ketosis is a state in metabolism occurring when the liver excessively converts fat into fatty acids and ketone bodies which can be used by the body for energy."
...
"Most medical resources regard ketosis as a physiological state associated with chronic starvation.[citation needed] Glucose is regarded as the preferred energy source for all cells in the body with ketosis being regarded as a crisis reaction of the body to a lack of carbohydrates in the diet."
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"Ketone bodies, from the breakdown of fatty acids to acetyl groups, are also produced during this state, and are burned throughout the body. Excess ketone bodies will slowly decarboxylate into acetone. That molecule is excreted in the breath and urine."



So basically, a person on Atkins is in a state of low-grade starvation, and is literally breathing the remnants of their fat cells into the air.

Following the above page to the one on low-carb diets, one learns that there is currently a debate over whether this state of starvation is normal for the human body. The argument goes like this: Before agriculture made carbohydrates abundant, people spent a lot more of their time in ketosis, burning fat and protein for fuel, instead of burning glucose derived from starch in their last meal. Basically, starvation was a way of life. As far as proof of the "benefits" or harmlessness of ketosis goes, this is a very poor argument, since by the same tack one could also consider it "normal" for inland peoples to develop goitre and for sailors to get scurvy.

The two long term studies cited by the article were not convincing either:

http://www.annals.org/cgi/content/abstract/140/10/778?etoc
http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/short/359/3/229

Their data shows that, beyond one year, weight loss is not significantly different between a low-carb diet or a "traditional" low-fat one. Based on this, I find myself agreeing with the Drs Arne Astrup, Thomas Meinert Larsen, and Angela Harper (RVA University, Copenhagen, Denmark), when they say:

"Weight loss on the low-carbohydrate diet is probably caused by a combination of restriction of food choices and the enhanced satiety produced by the high-protein content."


In other words, it works because, duh, people on it eat less than they usually do.

Seems the unifying thread here is the urge to eat. Whether physiological, psychological, or social.
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Thomas Friedman's "Golden Arches Theory of Conflict Prevention" claims that no country with a McDonald's has gone to war with another. (There have been a couple of exceptions, though.)

Ken and I present: "The Wonderbread Corollary", which states that:

Stabilizers in food act as stabilizers in the people.
Preservatives in food also preserve the peace.
Like white flour, culture is bleached for conformance and then "enriched" afterwards.

Time for a press conference!
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