Lately I have been craving sushi like crazy and the thing I miss the most these days is definitely raw fish. Although I have been trying to convince my better half that there is no scientific evidence linking pregnant women eating sushi with health risks to babies, raw fish is still a big no-no at home.
On another note, this week we celebrated my love’s 36th birthday and what better way to celebrate this day, than with delicious sushi from the comfort of our patio??
Joking aside, the very same day we had our 20-week ultrasound to sneak a peek at our bean and find out the baby’s gender.
So, I guess this was definitely a very special birthday for him, besides our sushi date.
After hustling and bustling all day long, I felt extremely fatigued and could not seem to get out of first gear. This sushi came in handy, all I needed to do was to stop by the grocery store and pick up some rolls, temaki and sashimi.
I must be honest, this sushi is rather costly but I spared no expense given the special occasion, plus it is definitely worth the money: always fresh, crunchy and absolutely delicious.
I got our favorites: Triple Spicy Roll, Wakame Cali Roll, Crunch Cali Roll and Crunch Salmon Roll, two very filling Temaki, sashimi and edamame.
My stomach is growling again!
This is the link to the Sushi Kiosks whose products I mentioned in my post: http://sushidaily.com/ as you can see it is available all across Europe!
For those of you who do not know, the artisans prepare the sushi right in front of you and have been extremely customer-oriented with my recent pregnancy concerns.
On top of this, they have recently added 4 mind blowing poke bowls. I have only tried the tofu one, but in October once our baby arrives, I will stockpile all of them.
I have been feeling blue lately and I thought I might share this roller coaster ride, as real and as raw as it gets.
Pregnancy is that incredible time of your life where you should be feeling on cloud nine and although I feel extremely happy and grateful for being so lucky and so loved, I am definitely not a big fan of feeling pregnant.
I was able to exercise on a daily basis just a few months ago and used the training as a way of both unwinding and somehow compensating for the extra love for food. I love food and I refused to place unnecessary conditions of counteracting it in an unhealthy way, it was like getting two treats all at once: a long run to relax after a challenging day at work and a delicious almond crust pizza to savour life.
Things have changed.
I feel concerned about putting on too much weight as the only thing I could keep down in the first months were carbs. Bread, pizza, pasta, fries, you name it. Just the thought of salad could make me sick to my stomach and feeling fatigued was not an incentive to work out as much as I would like.
This morning a blouse that I used to wear as back-up attire made me burst into tears. I was desperately trying to zip it up at the side and only then I realized the kind of humongous change my body is going through at the moment.
For months every morning I continued seeing myself as the usual me in the mirror and kept being in denial, thinking about the life that was growing inside of me, but avoiding the actual truth of my body molding itself into a different and unfamiliar shape.
When my boyfriend hugged me during my meltdown and tried to laugh it off, I felt incredibly guilty for wearing my emotions on my fingertips and the day just got worse and worse.
It is now the end of this god-awful day full of crying jags and outbursts that made me question my own sanity and I am once again torn between heading to the swimming pool and ordering that pizza that I am so craving right now.
I remind myself that this is all perfectly normal and that I can help people around me help me.
There is a baby brewing in my belly that is very busy dancing around today and that is enough to make me giggle.
Rainy days call for comfy naps and a cup of chai latte.
After several days of sunny and humid weather, we finally got to enjoy some summer thunderstorms and fresh air.
Having rained all week-end, I sat outside on the balcony enjoying a cup of my home-made chai latte. I would love to drink some pumpkin spice latte but I will just leave it for when the leaves start to fall and the weather gets chillier.
Long story short, the result of this recipe was a creamy cup of black tea fragrant with cinnamon and a hint of ginger. Needless to day that while I was preparing my cuppa, the entire kitchen was smelling delicious!
Here are the few steps I followed:
Toast the spices
I placed the cinnamon and cardamom in a saucepan over medium heat until fragrant.
Brew the tea
To the same saucepan, I added some pieces of fresh ginger and some water. As soon as I brough to simmer, I removed from heat and added the loose tea I got from India.
Sweeten the tea
I then sweetened the tea with a pinch of brown sugar and a large spoon of honey.
Strain the tea
I strained the tea into a teapot.
Froth the milk
Having used whole milk, I merely shook it in a jar in order to froth it. An immersion blender will work just fine for non-dairy milk. I heated the milk in a small saucepan straight after.
I poured 3/4 of tea base into my mug, adding 1/2 cup of warmed milk and stirred to combine. For the glutton, you can top with a spoonful of whipped cream and a dash of cinnamon.