Leaping until my legs get long enough

It's like when I was a kid, a real little one, walking on the beach with my dad and trying to keep up. My-size steps were too small, so I tried taking more of them in rapid succession, but my dad was still getting further ahead of me, which led to me leaping from one footstep to another until my legs got long enough. 

Dry July has been phenomenally productive thus far, and I'm really hoping my headaches have been from the increase in temperature outside or cleaning product usage in the Pomegranate Manor and that I am not having the withdrawal symptoms of an alcoholic. That would mean I am an alcoholic. Was an alcoholic. I'm not even sure if that is one of the symptoms- I'm just self-conscious because of my family's adorable habits. 

Back to the convoluted analogy about going paleo- thanks to an odd collection of food surmounting the cabinets as roommates and friends moved out of town, my original plan was to chop things one at a time as I ran out of the products. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep it straight in my head what was getting cut next, and what was already cut, and just how brown rice flour fit into the list and all of the sudden I considered 3 vegan carob chip cookies, and a breakfast burrito an acceptable shift meal. Clearly I just need to go all (read: most) or nothing so I packed all of the non-perishable items off the "list" and hid them under the pantry for when I have roommates or enough will-power to moderate grains, legumes, and dairy. One Erin Sullivan was the lucky recipient of the goodies from the fridge and "unrelated" gave me a key to her utilities-included-so-we-use-air-conditioning house. 

While at JR I took stock of our usual day-old culled selection of free food and much to my chagrin, but not surprise does not include anything on my list. Which is probably a good thing because it means that I will only eat the one or two things that eventually are, produce, or whatever I bring myself. Today I made an awesome snack mix that I was pretty proud of, until I started wondering just how paleo these crunchy pea snacks are. There is a tiny bit of sugar, and they are peas. But I'm pretty sure they were raw when dehydrated. I'll just limit them to one serving a day until I make some of my own! The other pouty lip discovery was that sriracha is balls deep in sugar and preservatives and should be hidden from sight. Hopefully I'll remember to check for a caveman happier version at JR tomorrow or make some of my own. 

Speaking of making my own, I'm stoked on having some pickled shredded carrots at my immediate disposal...in two weeks. Of course my grain-drained brain went straight to putting them on sandwiches, but having a tangy top to salads and tomato slices and grilled fish excites me as well.