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Here's what one of the drawers in my refrigerator looks like. Yip, vegetables. A shit ton of them. Not just a metric ton, but a s* ton of vegetables. I was more preoccupied with slicing and dicing last week than I wanted to be. Here's my attempt to combat that - slice and dice a few days worth at one time. I'll let you know how it works.

You might be wondering why I don't just get a food processor. I have one. A cheap mini Black & Decker one that doesn't do much chopping or dicing. It mushes very well and spits things out all over the kitchen too. We got what we paid for, sometimes it is better to wait for the savings to kick in rather then get something cheap in price and quality. For now, it's hand cutting everything until the funds allow for an uber delux model food processor...and also good tupper ware. It's amazing how quickly you go through that stuff when you prep so much food in advance.


Not to be outdone by the refrigerator drawer - my din-din. This is my attempt to eat more Paleo goodness. So, I had some mashed cauliflower, Napa cabbage sauteed in olive oil, grilled chicken, and some broccoli/carrot mix. Lots of vegetables...lots. And some meat for good measure and good fat. I've actually had so much avocado lately, that I need a break from it. My alternate means of fat are oils and meat/seafood fat from grass-fed and wild caught sources. I'm trying to remind myself that eating healthy now will pay dividends later...and no, so far there have been no up front savings realized by preparing meals for my fiance and myself. The organic or cleanly raised produce, grass fed moo meats, wild caught sea critters, and free range chicken n' chicken byproducts are pricey. I'm hoping that once I get the hang of all this, I can focus on more cost effective ways of dining in.

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