Ugh. I have a work conference coming up, and as I've put on, oh... let's see... 25lbs since my wedding last year, I'm hell-bent to lose at least 10lbs before I leave next Friday.
So, I've started the damn Atkins thing. Now, let it never be said that I met an animal-based protein source I didn't like. But really, can I live the next week with almost NO carbs, and minimal wine? Perhaps the more germane question is, will my dear husband survive my cantankerousness during said deprivation?
Yesterday was a good day. I drank a full 50 oz of water, had Bo Luc Lac for lunch and (bless my little heart) told them to "hold the rice". For dinner, I improvised with what was in the fridge, and actually made quite a lovely dinner, as follows:
Short-brined 4 chicken breasts with peppercorns, garlic, and rosemary. Wrapped said chicken breasts with some lovely Speck Tirolese and a spring of rosemary from the rooftop garden.
Set these into my trusty Calphalon Everyday Pan, and brushed with a bit of very good dijon mustard. Poured about 1/2 cup Sauvignon Blanc into the open space in the pan, and cooked at 325 degrees (turning once) until the chicken reached an internal temp of 160.
Served with a gorgeous baby lettuce and edible flower salad from Happy Boy Farms (who, incidentally, have the tastiest salad mix ever, and are the ONLY place I've seen peppercress, to which I may have formed a mild addiction). Here's a picture, from their website, showing the gorgeous salad:
After dinner, I was DYING for something sugary, starchy, whatever. Instead, I drank two big glasses of water, watched CSI, and went to bed. Sigh.
Day 1 down...
