So in my normal diet, that is pre-Raw Experiment, there were two things that separated me from my Vegan neighbors. First, fish. And I blame that on a little island toward Annapolis, MD and a guy whose name I’ll never remember, but whose little, itty bitty shack I’ll never forget. It was just him–an oldish man, with leathery browned skin and permanentaly squinted eyes to go along with his permanent smile. We had just spent all day on the water, and caught a bunch of Rockfish. We let most go, except for one for each of us. After docking and then lugging around our little cooler, we saw the shack, and a sign above it saying, “You bring it, We’ll Cook It!” Long story short, it was one of the most delicious food experience I’ve had, and the closest to nature I’ve felt.
This isn’t about fish, but the eggs half of my non-vegan story doesn’t have nearly as pretty of a picture behind it. They are more more nostalgic. Pancakes, crepes, (my personal favorite) french toast, omelettes…to name a few. If along my path I happen to catch a whiff of any of these things, my mind instantly wanders to the best French Toast I’ve ever had–Terrain, in Glen Mills PA, or the best Pancakes–my mom’s on Christmas morning, or crepes–in the kitchen with Barbara learning to make them for the first time. So eggs, and fish, need to at the very least be options in my diet. I love them both so much!
Enter Raw Diet. And “Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead”. As of late, “Forks Over Knives”, and countless other media influences to go ahead whole hog (no pun intended) Vegan, and leave my eggs and fish behind. Well, out the gate I decided I wanted to keep fish around. I am particular–Wild caught, omega rich, small varieties only–but even as I was eating raw, I also freely enjoyed raw fish. Egg, obviously not so much. And in fact, a few days after I ended my Raw journey, I ordered egg whites to go along with the Ezekial english muffin, tomatoes and avocado I had brought from home. Sick. Sick. Sick. Was definitely not ready to digest eggs yet, and I was afriad I never would be. Even knowing it is the least “clean” product I eat, I was sad at the thought of not eating them, and depressed to think of life without French Toast (even though I only have it a few times a year!).
So last night, I decided to revisit the Egg. I got the most “raw” eggs I could find: Organic, Free Range chickens named Betty and Sue laid them, in green pastures, fed a strict vegetarian diet. I was ready. A little coconut oil, separated the eggs, so I would have egg whites only (I figured I’d crawl before I walked), and…….DELICIOUS! Eureka!! I CAN eat eggs!! And so, my diet profile became even more complicated: No meat, but fish allowed; no dairy, but eggs allowed; mountains of veggies, but raw only and grains always, sometimes cooked, sometimes sprouted; evry meal, at least 50% raw, usually 80%. Phew!
Jinji’s Polenta & Eggs with Raw Gravy & Kale
Stem, and chiffonade; feverishly rub leaves together with lemon juice, a touch of EVOO, cayenne and dash of sea salt
1 T almond butter; 2 T water; 1 T onions; 1 portabello mushroom; Poultry seasoning & Braggs to taste…process in food processor until smooth-ish
Then… cook the polenta as you like it, and top everything with cooked egg white!