Deep in the heart of the Houston suburbs

Tomorrow morning, I'll be embarking on a (in my opinion, richly deserved) vacation. As I won't be tethered to a keyboard 8 hours a day, I don't think I'll be doing much blogging. However, I promise when I return I will come bearing the gift of photos and stories from Mexico. That's right--I'll be journeying to Mexico City to visit friends and explore the city all of next week. But this weekend, I'm excited to announce I will be enjoying the equal richness of the suburbs in beautiful Spring, Texas.

In honor of the occasion, I google image searched my hometown to see what nostalgia inducing images I could cull from the grand reaches of the internet. Many of them did not inspire familiarity at all...
Case in point: This was one of not two but three seperate photos of in-line skaters that came up on the first page of results. I don't recall seeing many in-line skaters much growing up. But now that I'm thinking of it, I remember suddenly a faction of the homeowner's association of my neighborhood trying to block the addition of sidewalks because they thought they would cause skateboarders and hooligans to come. If only I'd understood their presience then.

In May of 2005, ghost hunters in Spring Texas conclusively proved the existense of paranormal activity in our suburban hamlet. These pictures, taken in a location the ghost hunters call only "Cemetary #1," are undoctored orbs which any ghost hunter knows prove the presence of other worldly beings. I was shocked too.

This one confused me at first because I thought it was actually a picture of the Hollywood sign outside of Los Angeles, California. By clicking on the link this picture came from, I found out that this was from a relator in Spring, Texas looking to sell houses by playing up the Spring, Texas/Hollywood connection. Did you know musician Lyle Lovett was from Spring, Texas? What about actor Matt Bomer who not only lived in Spring but went to my high school? I haven't heard of him either, but apparently he was named one of People Magazine's "Sexiest Rising Stars." It's enough to make me want to buy a house there.

I don't know what this is about.

Finally! After going through 10 pages of results, I come upon one thing that reminds me of home. This statue is of the talented Arabian race horse Morafic who spent his entire life in Egypt and never set foot in Texas. And yet for some reason this statue is at the entrance to my neighborhood in front of a large shopping center. Beautiful. Majestic. Just like Spring, Texas.

Ah, the memories. I can't wait to head home!

An ape's world: a review

This isn't strictly speaking a "book blog," but in as much as I do read and have opinions, and for no other reason than because I'm looking for something to write about--I submit for you: a book review. Since I've moved here, the overwhelming majority of my reading has been done on public transport, which usually means getting through a 600 page tome like The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore would be a long process undertaken in 30 minute increments. However, in the case of this book, I found the pages turning themselves quite quickly both on and off the N train.


The book, by recent Iowa MFA graduate Benjamin Hale, chronicles the life experiences of a chimp who learns to speak and gradually gains many human life experiences through his ability to communicate--including how to both befriend and love humans (accounting for some of the book's....queasier sections). His memoirs are told in first person retrospect from a research facility where he is held for life for murdering a man. The conceit is one that easily could have gone either way, but because of Hale's deft use of language, Bruno's oddly pompous ruminations spin a fascinating and believable tale. In the process, through Bruno and the people and animals he enounters, the book examines what it means to be human.

When I first started the book, I was excited about recommending it to people because I found the idea so innovative and the writing so fresh. After I got a little further in, the number of people I would recommend it to dropped off slightly. It was still just as interesting a book, but the bluntness of language during some instances was mildly disturbing. If you can measure the strength of a book by how visceral your reaction or how long you remember certain images, then this book is a herculean one. That said, less than 30 pages in, after a certain scene involving a frog, I realized I could no longer, in good conscience, pass this one on to my mother's book club.

Overall, this was an extremely well-written story that I found both thought-provoking and enjoyable. Usually when I hear about a young, first-time novelist who inspires a bidding war or gets published by Twelve (the fairly recent publisher that only publishes one book a month, to great success), it fills me with jealously, increduilty, and bitterness (what can I say...that's who I am). This is especially true if the novelist is a psuedo celebrity of reality tv fame, but I digress. In this case, the praise, the accolades, and whatever the payout was were richly deserved.

(This review was written from a review copy from the publisher. The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore is to be released by Twelve in February 2011.)

The night I almost died

Last night I had a rather harried evening. I was planning to meet a (newly Astorian) friend for dinner at 7 and came home from work to relax and hang out with Dinah for an hour or so before heading out. Unfortunately, I'd left behind a pivotal ingredient to these plans on the desk at my office--namely the keys to my apartment. Luckily, my roommate was just getting off work and was able to let me in after about a half an hour. Not wanting to inconvenience my roommate when I went out later as well as realizing I probably needed a spare set of keys anyway, I set out to make a copy at the dollar store a block away.

This turned into a greater saga than it might initially appear because, as it turns out, keys made at the dollar store are not necessarily the highest functioning keys. Getting four keys (there are a lot of doors and locks to get into my apartment) that all worked ended up entailing three seperate trips back and forth between the dollar store and my apartment. It was on the second of these trips that a potentially life-threatening (or at the very least: potentially concussion-producing) event occured. For you see, next to the dollar store is a fish market with an artisically ambitious display involving fish, an assortment of shells, and what I can only describe as a large mermaid tail (either that or a headless fish). See picture below.
As a note: I can't take credit for this picture. I found it by google image searching "fish market astoria" and sifting through the results. All I can say about this picture is that it came with the label "a good fish market." Astorian Dream can neither confirm or deny this claim. The "mermaid tail" in question is directly between the two palm trees.

Anyway, as I was approaching the dollar store (which you can see in the picture is actually a 99 cent store), the entire mermaid tail fell off the building landing in a cacophonic crash of concrete base and rabbit wire approximately 6 feet in front of me. Oddly enough, this was percipiated by nothing. It rained a lot that day, and the weather has been undeniably humid, but there was no inciting force (a landing pigeon, perhaps, or enthusiastically discarded herring) to cause the crash. Luckily, both for me and the liability team at the fish market, I sustained no greater injury than a little cement dust to the eyes. Still, had I not been in a rush to get my keys, I might have been a little more shaken by the incident.

I regret that I didn't get a picture of the fallen wreckage. I was even accompanied by a talented photographer in possession of an iphone (albeit not the newest model). Were my blogging and journalistic instincts keener than my awe of my own mortality and the urgency of my quest for keys, I would have tried to get a good photo to post here. To their credit, the people at the fish market were very quick to clean everything up. They had put the pieces of mermaid tail in a dumpter and were already throwing (unfortunately fish-reaking) water onto the sidewalk when I returned for my final trip to the dollar store. I did take an "after" picture this morning of the changed decor, which you can see below:

Frankly, I think it's an improvement.

Now, just as a note, for those readers worried about my well being--Astoria is without a doubt a very safe neighborhood. I've lived here for the bulk of the two years I've lived in New York and never felt anything other than secure here. Aside from the odd mermaid tail falling here or there (which could really happen anywhere), I don't think my life has ever been in danger. Feeling safe and secure in your neighborhood despite paying low rents is all part of the Astorian dream.

Writing, (mostly) not my own

I'm going on vacation in a couple of weeks and was hoping to blog a lot before I leave to help get all of my dear readers through the tragic, and all too quickly approaching, week when I will be doing more interesting things than blogging. Then again, I'll actually be traveling with one of my most loyal commenters, and I'm sure the rest of you can get along without my words of wisdom for a time.

At any rate, my efforts to post frequently this week have been thwarted by an unfortunate case of writer's block. I have a lot of ideas, but no good ones. However, last night when I was looking through my "files" (a fairly loose designation for the plastic tub containing everything from my birth certificate to the lease to an apartment I lived in almost a year ago, all my tin whistle sheet music, and every birthday card I've ever received) and found some books written by the kids I work with at 826. 826 NYC is a charity devoted to tutoring children and encouraging creativity and writing. They also provide superhero supplies to the people of Brooklyn. For more information (and a very unflattering picture of me) you can check out this blog: http://www.changesbrooklyn.com/2009/05/08/profile-826nyc/.

Anyway, I got to reading some of the kid's stories. I realized I probably should have started blogging when I was 8 because there is no greater cure for writer's block than having the unbridled creativity of a child. However, I'm still stuck. So instead of writing anything real, I'm going to give you a couple of quotes from my favorite stories. Trust me, these kids are good.

"The place was an abandoned apartment. Her name was Rosy. She was tall, lean , gorgeous, blond--probably had tons of boyfriends. She was wearing a white sweater, short skirt. Probably a cheerleader, you could tell. She had on the local school colors and dirt under her fingernails, plus her voice was a little hoarse."
-Justin, Age 10

"One day, at 12:00 am, when Billy Bob was getting honey from his bee cage, like he usually did four times a day, his arm jerked, because he's not that strong, and the honey fell all over his face and he fell into the closet, straight into the cages, and his shirt unlocked the cages for the python and the lion. The bees escaped. The python escaped. The lion escaped. Everything escaped."
-Tyler, Age 9

"Every morning when he wakes up, he runs over to check his safe of money. He then puts a big red check on his pajamas and throws them into the garbage (he wears different pajamas every day). He is 57, good-looking, nice, and cool and smart."
-Greg, Age 10

And my personal favorite (in honor of my home state and one of the places I'll be vacationing soon):

"In Texas, everyone helped one another. There were no worms, and families loved each other."
-Sebastian, Age 13

If you give it away, they will come

Summer in New York means the shedding of drab winter coats for brightly colored sundresses and (for some) underwear-length shorts, a nightly soundtrack of people laughing at sidewalk cafes and the tuneful jingle of the Mr. Softee truck outside my window, summer Friday beach and camping trips, and (in the case of this summer) 101 degree heat waves. It also means a seemingly endless array of free entertainments throughout the city. Every park has a list of popular movies to show and/or a selection of concerts and dance performances. There are street fairs and firework shows aplenty. On the one hand, this is all wonderful, and I enjoy the plethora of free summer events as often as possible. But on the other hand: so do everyone else.

Not surprisingly, I am not the only city dweller, or human for that matter, who enjoys some good bargain entertainment with my warm weather. Unfortunatley, due to the sheer volume of people here, most of these "free" activities get paid for in either time committment or willingness to subject oneself to physical discomfort. On the Fourth of July, I ended up waiting over an hour in line in the hot sun for the free ferry to Governor's Island for a free She and Him concert.

Likewise, the movies in the park always seem like a good idea, but in reality you have to get there at 5:00 to get a decent spot on the lawn. Then it doesn't get dark until 9, at which point you've been drinking wine and picnicing for so long that you almost have no choice but to pass out during the actual movie. This happened last year to me during Close Encounters of the Third Kind, although I can't say I regret it. Similarly, the free philharmonic concert I went to in Central Park last year caused me to sit so far back that seeing the stage was difficult, much less hearing any sound from it. It was not a great venue for hearing talented musicians, but, as it turns out, it was a surprisingly great venue for listening to frat guys and Wall Street interns (a nominal distinction) wax nostalgic about how great beer is.

And then there is perhaps the most elusive of all free New York performances: Shakespeare in the Park. I was able to go last year after sticking it out in the standby line, and it was a lot of fun. This year, however, the performance of The Merchant of Venice received a glowing review and contains Al Pacino (whose fan base is apparently incredibly loyal). Tickets for each day's performance are handed out a 1:00 PM. Normally, I can't spend my day waiting in line (the eternal curse of the 9-5), but on Monday, as I had the day off, it seemed like a good time to try my luck. I got to the line at 8:00 in the morning, armed with a deck of cards, a blanket, a book, and feeling pretty proud of myself. Any smugness was dashed after following the mile long line to its conclusion. The people at the front of the line were passed out on air mattresses. After waiting less than half an hour, a kindly employee of the Public Theater informed us that while they couldn't force us to leave, there was no possible way we were getting tickets that far back. Someone asked how early the people who had a shot of getting tickets had gotten there. The answer: 5:30 in the morning. And really, I don't even like The Merchant of Venice that much.

Worth spending 8 hours of my life in 100 degree heat for?

After leaving the line, I went to the Guggenheim so that coming into Manhattan on my day off at 8:00 in the morning wouldn't be a total bust. I got there right when it was opening and the line was minimal. It was incredibly refreshing to wait in a short line, knowing that for the simple price of $15, we would be guaranteed admission to wander the musuem for as long as we liked. I do love living in a city that has so many wonderful cultural events for free. But sometimes it's nice to have some personal space or to not wake up in the middle of the night to camp outside of Central Park on air mattresses. And you just can't put a price on that.

My First Fourth

Okay, today marks my actual two year anniversary of moving to New York City. Yes, yes, I realize I jumped the gun a little with this previous post: http://astoriandream.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-disolving-on-edge-of-hot-plate.html. I just enjoy reminiscing so damn much.

Anyway, that and the fact that I've got nothing else to write, has me thinking about my first (and, so far, only) 4th of July here. Although I'm not without my patriotism, 4th of July is not generally the most memorable holiday for me. Usually it just brings back childhood memories of legs sticking to lawn chairs, being eaten alive by mosquitoes while eating barbecue myself, Cool Whip slathered cakes with flags made out of berries, and shooting off fireworks unregulated in one of the many pros of living in un-annexed Harris County.

However, two years ago was different. Probably because I'd just moved to New York and was ready for some traditional city mouse type experiences, I was determined to watch the Macy's fireworks displays. I remember carefully looking up the subway directions and setting off with my then roommate, who was also a very recent New Yorker. We didn't have much of a problem getting there. (Good rule of thumb for going to parades and fireworks displays in New York: follow the enormous mass of people.) However, on the way back, we (showing an astuteness far beyond our week long New York City residence) decided to leave the show a few minutes early. We reasoned the finale of fireworks would be very much like the preceding 20 minutes of fireworks, and that juding by the crowds, the subway would be incredibly crowded if we waited it out to the end. We took off in the direction the subway should have been (according to our notes) and soon found ourselves in a dark and desserted part of the South Street Seaport. I remember asking a cop for directions who just seemed intent on pointing us back in the direction of the fireworks. After a good five minutes of wandering around aimlessly, we made it back to where we started just as the show was ending. We contritely followed the crowd back to the subway and ended up having to let several trains go by before we could finally fit on one.

Hopefully, this is 4th of July will be a little different. For one, I now know things, like where the subway stations are located and why watching the Macy's Fireworks from right at the Seaport isn't a good idea.

A week in the life of a paleo-dieter

What follows is a very detailed account of my life food-wise the last week. My apologies in advance for the length and feel free to skim!

Day 1
"The Beginning"
7:00 AM -- After carb-loading as if I were running a marathon Sunday night and several "but this is the last ice cream I'll have for a week, so I deserve two scoops" scenarios, I start Monday feeling very ready for a nice cleanse of sorts.
7:15 AM -- Breakfast goes off without a hitch. According to most Paleo diet literature (can you call blogs literature?), breakfast is the hardest meal to transition for most people because we tend to eat a carb and dairy heavy breakfast full of toast and cereals and yogurts. For me, breakfast was probably the easiest meal. In the summer, I usually just make a smoothie for breakfast. A few weeks back when I started trying to eat less dairy, I replaced the yogurt and milk in my smoothie with just ice and juice. Normally, I'd toss in a hunk of tofu, but as heavily processed soy was not part of the caveman diet, I just cook a couple of eggs for my protein fix.
11:00 AM -- Feeling peckish, eat a banana.
12:30 PM -- Lunch! The night before I'd prepared some catfish, which turned out okay, but no matter how many other spices were on it--I certainly miss the salt. This will become a theme of the week. I also have an arugula salad with a little homemade grapeseed oil based dressing.
5:15 PM -- Afternoon trip to the farmer's market and Whole Foods yields a healthy bunch of kale, several snacking apples, a jar of almond butter (it would later be one of the week's most profound regrets that I chose the smaller jar), and some lean steak. Hunters and gatherers never had it so easy.
7:00 PM -- Dinner of steak pan "grilled" with some chipotle-based seasoning blend (as luck would have it, I'd happened to have previously purchased, probably erroneously, some salt-free seasoning) and some kale steamed and then sauteed in lemon juice, olive oil, and garlic. Dinner verdict: needs salt.
7:30 PM -- Dessert "milk"-shake that I'd dreamed up earlier: bananas, coconut milk, a touch of almond butter, a little ice, and some cinnamon. Creamy and delicious!

Day 2
"The Climb"
7:15 AM-- Same breakfast sans eggs (because I realized I'd run out)
7:30 AM-- Decide to make kale chips with some of the remaining kale for a snack later. Put bite-sized kale leaves in the oven with a little olive oil drizzled on them. In 10, minutes they are perfectly crisp chips. For those of you non-paleo dieters out there considering making these for a healthful snack, I would definitely recommend the addition of salt.
10:00 AM-- Already hungry, no doubt because of lack of protein with breakfast. Fix myself up with an apple dipped copiously in almond butter (my nut butter of choice, for the week, now that legumes are out).
1:00 PM-- Meet friend in the park for lunch with my leftover steak and baggie of kale chips in tow. The kale chips grow old after I've eaten about half of them. Again, I think salt could really help here. Friend asks about my food choices and I have to tell her about the diet. I realize another theme of my week is lying to people rather than telling them about my diet because it tends to lead to too many questions, and I feel like I start to sound a little whack-job.
4:00 PM -- Birthday party for friend on the 5th floor at my office. I don't attend, but due to my ravenous sugar gorging in the past, my absence is noticed. I receive a concerned message from someone upstairs promising me there are more cupcakes left. Rather than get into the whole thing, I lie and say I have too much work. I eat a banana to console myself.
7:00 PM -- Dinner: I still have some leftover steak (as someone who normally eats almost no red meat, I wonder if this will have the biggest impact on my dietary change this week), so I toss it on a salad with some avocado and spinach with a lime juice based dressed. Tastes like a breezy (saltless) summer!
8:00 PM -- For dessert, a more experimental smoothie: Because I have half of an avocado left and have heard that is sometimes used to add creaminess to ice cream, I throw that in along with the coconut milk for a base. I add peaches, bananas, and strawberries for flavor. Verdict: kind of tastes like avocado, but not still pretty good.

Day 3
"The Decline"
7:00 AM -- Smoothie and a side of scrambled eggs.
8:15 AM -- Every week someone on our floor is given $20 from the company to buy bagels for the floor. The girl whose week it was this week was away on conference, so she'd asked me if I'd switch with her. I couldn't say no, which is how I end up purchasing and setting out delicious bagels and scones for the consumption of everyone but myself. I'd brought along a kiwi and banana to get me through this first real trial.
10:00 AM -- Receive instant message from yesterday's birthday girl reminding me that there are still cupcakes available. She gives more details than my friend from yesterday: they are mini red velvet cupcakes from the Cupcake Truck. I tell her I'll try to stop by later, and then eat a spoonful of almond butter straight from the jar to steel my resources not to.
12:30 PM -- Lunch is broiled salmon with a little lemon juice and garlic and a spinach salad.
1:00-4:00 PM -- A blur of fruit and almond butter consumption.
7:30 PM -- For dinner I make a "chicken satay" which basically ends up being (surprise, surprise) under-salted chicken with an almond butter based sauce. I make a little more steamed kale to accompany it. I decide I really don't like kale. For dessert, I make a blackberry cobbler, a recipe I found on this handy blog: http://everydaypaleo.com/. Lesson learned: you cannot make an edible cobbler without sugar and salt. No, not even if you add a "drizzle of honey." Probably one of the more disappointing meals of the week.
9:00PM -- Near breakdown is kept at bay by a strawberry kiwi smoothie.

Day 4
"Liquid Cheating"
7:15 AM -- Breakfast is the usual smoothie. I know this sounds boring, but I do mix it up with different fruits every time. I think this diet would be next to impossible to accomplish in the winter.
8:00 AM -- Pile up a distressing amount of Tupperware into my tote bag. I'd promised to meet a friend who's moving for a drink after work and don't want to be tempted by bar foods.
10:00 AM -- Tragedy strikes when I realize I've depleted my almond butter reserves. Sulk through a plain apple instead.
12:00 PM -- Because most of the higher ups are gone at a sales conference, my floor decides to go out to Olive Garden for the unlimited soup, salad, and breadstick lunch. I don't find this too great a temptation to resist and tell them I have to meet a friend for lunch. To validate the lie, I meet up with a friend on another floor to eat my leftover chicken satay and salad. Friend also asks a lot of questions about the diet, and I realize I don't like talking about it that much (except on my blog, of course!).
5:00 PM -- Dinner of salad with avocado and a little more red meat eaten at my desk.
5: 30 PM -- Meet boyfriend (who I should point out was kind enough to mostly follow this diet with me this week) and his friend from high school for a couple of glasses of wine. His friend points out the nitrates in wine are probably just as bad as refined sugar. On the paleo diet, alcohol is considered something of a gray area (they would have had access to fermented fruit, right?). It is suggested to only imbibe in moderation.
7:30 PM -- Leave and meet friend who is leaving town at a bar in the East Village. I order a beer reasoning, at this point, that somehow fermented grain is okay whereas normal grain isn't. Completely pointless distinction.
8:00 PM -- Friend knows the bartender who keeps refilling my beer. I realize that even though I feel full, proteins don't really do their part to soak up alcohol the way carbs do.
10:00 PM -- Friend orders a pizza and offers me a slice. I pretend I'm too full from earlier. Despite all the liquid cheating, I feel like this is my greatest accomplishment of the night.

Day 5
"The Relapse"
8:00 AM -- Wake up hungover. Planned summer Friday beach trip is pushed back in order to sleep in. I'm coaxed into eating a granola bar (processed, refined sugar-filled, salty, delicious), but as hangover foods go, I could have done worse.
8:15 AM -- Make a smoothie with orange juice, banana, and ice. Drink a fair amount of water
2:00 PM -- Eat a salad. It's too hot in my apartment to make anything else.
5:00 PM -- It's my boyfriend's brother's birthday and the family is going out to dinner. I don't want to skip real occasions because of this diet, so I look online for paleo information about eating out at restaurants. One blog suggests using "unavoidable" dinners out as an opportunity for one of your "intermittent fasting" days and just drink water with lemon in it. Because I'm not psychotic, I immediately discount this option. Another blog offers some sensible advice about choosing well. We're going to a French restaurant though, so it's mostly a moot point. I ultimately decide to just call this meal a wash and order whatever I want.
7:30 PM -- Eating corn meal crusted grouper in a light white wine cream sauce over a bed of asparaus and carrots. I don't even feel guilty.
8:00 PM -- Dessert: one of those chocolate lava cakes with white chocolate ice cream on it. Still no guilt.

Day 6
"A Salty Day at the Beach"
8:00 AM -- Awake to make food for postponed beach plans. I've decided to go ahead and include sea salt in the menu today. My reasoning is threefold: 1) I'm a coastal-living caveperson...wouldn't I have access to sea salt? 2) I don't fully know the science behind it, but when it's super hot (say, at the beach in summer) and you sweat a lot, isn't it important to replenish your salts? 3) This chick does it sometimes: http://everydaypaleo.com/
9:00 AM -- Assemble a cooler with a killer fruit salad (blueberries, strawberries, oranges, apples, bananas, and peaches), some guacamole and plantain chips (just sliced plantains fried in a little coconut oil), and some delicious pecan crusted chicken fingers. The chicken fingers I got from here: http://everydaypaleo.com/2010/05/01/pecan-crusted-chicken/. She totally redeemed herself for the whole tasteless blackberry cobbler incident. I basically followed the recipe except that I substituted chicken tenders for the whole breasts (reasoning that they would make for easier beach eating). They were delicious even cold (probably due to the addition of sea salt), and I'll likely make them again even when I'm back to eating grains.
11:30-2:30 PM -- Constant gorging on snacks and beach lounging
6:00 PM -- Early dinner of salmon cakes (recipe here: http://everydaypaleo.com/2010/04/20/salmon-cakes-with-homemade-ginger-mayo/). Normally I'm opposed to canned fish because it reminds me too much of cat food, but these things came out pretty tasty.
8:30 -- Fry a banana in hazelnut oil with a touch of cinnamon. Not quite as good as banana fritters, but still a decent dessert.

Day 7
"The End"
10:00 AM -- Breakfast smoothie. Just threw in some of the leftover fruit salad with juice and ice.
12:00 PM -- Lunch of leftover salmon cakes and a small side spinach salad.
3:00 PM -- Start preparing dinner for friends. I should, at this point, admit that I never intended to make it all the way to Monday, and that Sunday night had always been my official end point. I had told my friends I was hosting a dinner party this Sunday long before I decided on this project. And it seemed too cruel to subject people who traveled great distances to eat in my un-air-conditioned apartment to full-on paleo food. That said, to suit various food requirements I did make vegetarian and vegan options. I very nearly made a vegan dessert because my roommate is vegan, but luckily she told me she couldn't come before I bought all the ingredients. I instantly scrapped the whole idea and made a cheesecake.
7:30 PM -- Dinner time. I chose to make pizza because it seemed the easiest thing to make both meat and vegetarian options in. Final menu: pizza with sausage, balsamic caramelized onions, and goat cheese (meat option); margherita pizza with fresh mozzarella, fresh basil, and tomato sauce (vegetarian option); pizza with tomatoes, artichoke hearts, spinach, and mozzarella flavored soy product (vegan); Caesar salad with shrimp (brought by a friend); arugula salad with tomatoes and balsamic dressing (vegan); lemon blueberry ricotta cheesecake; almond cake (brought by a friend). Delicious way to end the week.

Okay, so I admit, I didn't really make it the whole way. Also, everything I read said that you shouldn't go cold turkey when starting the diet. I was mostly just interested in seeing how possible this was, and it did seem way more tenable than I would have thought. The main thing I learned was how easy it is to make a lunch before work which, for economic if not health reasons, is certainly worth making more of an effort at. Overall, I didn't really feel that different, but most people say it takes 4-6 weeks to really feel a change in your energy level. I did feel kind of tired this week, which at first I attributed to the diet; however, my roommate felt very tired too despite no dietary change, so now I think it's more because of the heat wave making it very difficult for me to sleep. If you thought this was at all interesting and want to see more paleo diet eating, check out this guy: http://paleoeater.blogspot.com/. He did not a week, but a full year of this business. I'm definitely a paleo diet amateur.