I’m not one to read old posts, but lately I’ve been having some serious nostalgia. It starts with one post and before I know it I have clicked through my “related posts” 50 times. I’ve found myself cringing and laughing and wondering what the hell I thought I was saying. I came across old pictures of me running, weekend recaps involving drunk biking (kids don’t try that at home) and not surprisingly, a whole lot of food.
Should I want to relive any of these memories, it’s fairly easy to do thanks to those handy-dandy menu buttons beneath my header, but as it turns out if it isn’t food or fitness it’s far too easy for posts to get lost in the shuffle. Such was the case with my travel posts which I FINALLY got around to organizing into it’s own page.
Lately the travel page has gotten a lot more action than the fitness page. I’m starting to wonder if I should maybe combine the two since most of my vacations involve a lot of activity. Then again they also involve a lot of food so maybe that isn’t the best idea. I also feel kind of guilty for neglecting the fitness page but with time it’s become less and less of a passion of mine and I also don’t feel that I am all that qualified to be giving fitness advice. Sure, I can make up workouts that work for me but I am not a personal trainer, fitness professional or have any kind of exercise physiology background so giving advice to others on how they should be moving their bodies kind of freaks me out.
Instead I focus on recipes and photographing my various eats from around the world. And by world I mean America because there is a very clear pattern on my travel page. On my trip to Yellowstone I discovered I have been to 32 out of 50 American States. But I have only been to a whopping TWO Canadian provinces. How sad is that? It has made me realize that I should probably put off those plans to Instagram myself with tigers in South East Asia and maybe make it out to Western Canada instead. I’m okay with this.
Along my walk down memory lane, I came across one of my favourite foodie posts, my Raw Oreo Cookies that even blew my mind by being gluten-free and vegan but still unbelievably delicious. I thought it would be fun to remake them and then throw it into banana soft serve.
I suppose the name is somewhat deceiving because there is no cream in these whatsoever, but if you close your eyes and plug your nose you might be fooled into thinking it’s the real deal. <–horrible description. But for real, this is awesome and the perfect alternative if you’re dairy-free or ice cream ain’t yo thang.
- 4 Raw Oreo Cookies
- 2 ripe bananas, peeled and frozen
- 2 T unsweeted almond milk
- Chop raw oreo cookies into bite-sized chunks. Set aside
- Add bananas and almond milk to a food processor or high-speed blender and blend until smooth but thick (mine takes about 1 minute).
- Remove from food processor or blender and stir in oreo bites.
- Serve immediately.