For the last three days, I’ve been doing a juice cleanse. I’ll tell you *all about it* tomorrow. For now, I want to go to bed soon so that I can stop thinking about food.
Unable to eat any food, last evening I decided it was a good time to cook. Not just to cook, but to cook delicious smelling food. CRAZY. So, I busted out my Peas & Thank You cookbook and whipped up Mama Pea’s Spicy African Peanut Soup. It was really easy to make. Chop up a sweet potato, toss it in the slow cooker with cans of chickpeas, fire roasted tomatoes, coconut milk, lentils, pb, and some spices. Turn it on for 3-4 hours and voila!
While this was cooking, my house smelled divine. This was absolute torture for me in my cleansing mode.
So at 10:30 PM the soup was finished… and it hit me. The soup was boiling hot. It would take too long to cool down enough to refrigerate it. What was I supposed to do with it? I decided to leave it on the counter, since every night I get up to pee at least twice.
I didn’t wake up until 6:30 AM this morning. Eight hours later. The soup had been on the counter for eight hours.
I am so depressed. It smelled so delicious. I was really looking forward to eating it tomorrow once solid foods are allowed back in my life. Not to mention the fact that it probably cost over $10 to prepare.