Ok, it was the whole weekend. The whole weekend was a bitch for me. I was missing Jeff who was traveling for work again and Sam is starting to get exceptionally clingy while Jeff is gone. Not cute, sweet, cuddly clingy. Crazed, screaming to the point of nausea, banging, throwing himself violently on the floor the minute he couldn't see me clingy. Plus, I had book (wine :)) club Saturday at which my fellow book lovers chose a fondue buffet and a play date with a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs yesterday. I'm not going to beat myself up but I had a spoonful of cheese fondue, 4 shrimp and a touch of sangria on Saturday and I ate a meatball and the garlic bread that Sam didn't finish yesterday. Is it the end of the world? No! I immediately jumped to a self loathing place last night and then quickly stopped myself.
Just as one healthy meal doesn't make us healthy, one irresponsible series of bad food choices over two dinners, doesn't make us fat and unhealthy. I knew the friend with whom we were having the play date was making spaghetti and meatballs so I took a giant salad with my favorite Dijon Date Dressing, oven roasted broccoli, and what's soon to become an all-the-time fixture in our dinner repertoire. Baked cauliflower cheese sticks with marinara. They very nearly meet the nutritarian food choices I've been making. They do have one egg white which I'm not savvy enough just yet to know how to replace. Otherwise, I was able to modify the recipe ever so slightly to take out all of the oil with the exception of the spray I used so they wouldn't stick. Here's the recipe with my modifications.
Baked Cauliflower Cheese Sticks
1/4 of a large head of cauliflower “riced”
2 cloves garlic, grated or minced
1 large egg (white), lightly beaten
1/2 Cup Go Veggie mozzarella and cheddar style cheeses mixed
1/2 teaspoon dried Italian herb seasoning, divided
Marinara Sauce for dipping
Preheat the oven to 350F and spray a 9 by 5-inch quarter cookie sheet (covered with tin foil) with cooking spray. Rice the cauliflower in a food processor. When you’re done, you should have about 1.5 cups lightly packed. Place the riced cauliflower and the garlic into a microwavable bowl and microwave until softened, about 5 minutes depending on your microwave (no need to add any water). When your cauliflower/garlic is softened, add the lightly beaten egg white, Italian seasonings, and 3/4 of your cheese mix. Be sure to leave 1/4 of the cheese for the topping! Stir and mix well, then spread onto your prepared pan.
Bake at about 400F for about 40 minutes. You may have to play around with your oven to find the right baking temperature. Bake until they start to turn golden brown. Remove from the oven, flip the loaf over so the bottom side is now on top, and bake for another 10 minutes or so.
Now it’s time to add the remaining cheese and a sprinkle more of the Italian herb seasoning. Place back in the oven until the cheese is melted and golden. Cut into pieces and serve hot or warm. I did find that if you let them sit for a little, they will harden slightly and make them easier for dipping.
Commercial spaghetti sauce has an upsetting amount of sodium so I made my own spaghetti dipping sauce.
8 ounce can of no salt added tomato sauce
1 Tablespoon of Italian seasoning
2 teaspoons of garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon of Dr. Bragg's liquid aminos
1 teaspoon of onion powder.
Here's the one I reheated for today's lunch and it was just as good on the reheat.
Okay, okay, they didn't stop me from finishing Sam's piece of bread but they stopped me from having more bread and meatballs. They were fantastic dipped in a little spaghetti sauce. I recommend them wholeheartedly for when you're serving Italian.
I slipped a little. I am not perfect. I am a work in progress. And that is okay. Delicious choices like these certainly help my progress. It's also okay to be a little weak sometimes. This is definitely something I struggle with. I'm not great at asking for help, question myself sometimes as I'm sure all humans must do, and bad days happen to me just like they happen to everyone. I'll admit, after Sam was asleep last night, I cried in the tub a little. I cried for his sadness, my inability to fix it immediately, what at the time felt like a much bigger deal than it actually is in my giving in to food, and just because I was overwhelmed.
Honestly, that last two sentences might have been the hardest thing I've written in months. And that's okay too!