If I had to eat just one dish for the rest of my life, or had to chose my last meal, it would be carrot tagliatelle with chicken. The basics are always the same: I use two or three carrots (depending on size), cut into tagliatelle, a sliced red onion, and some chicken breast fillet I cut into bite-sized pieces. I start with roasting the onion in a little ghee, then add the carrots, put the lid on and roast them until they become tender. In the end, I add the chicken, and the covered roasting goes on until everything is done. Sometimes, I add a little water some time along the way, but often I do not have to. The seasoning is always a little salt or soy sauce, lots of black pepper or chili, and either cinnamon or Chinese five-spice – and then, lots of fresh herbs. It is a very simple and delicious dish that is ready within 10 or 15 minutes, and I often make varieties of it by adding some other veggies – mostly green veggies, like spinach, kale, or broccoli – and different herbs.

I really eat this dish a lot, way more than my blog reflects so far, so I decided that it was time to devote a post to this dish. And since I do not want to bother you with countless recipe posts on different chicken-with-carrot-tagliatelle variations, I thought to show you some of them in a single post.

In this version, I added lamb’s lettuce which is a mild-tasting lettuce with small, dark green leaves that is similar to spinach, but other than spinach, you can get it fresh during the whole year over here. I also used fresh dill.

~ it is a special joy to take shine-through pictures of carrot tagliatelle ~

Here is another version with sweetheart cabbage, which can be compared to white cabbage but it is more tender, and chives.

And finally, a very basic version with just carrots. Since there were no other vegetables, lots of fresh basil had to come up for that.

Which dish is the dish for you?

I am currently having trouble with joint inflammations again, and as always when I have tried something for a while and then notice that it does not work too well, I get into researching. So it was time for that again.

My (scientifically working) mind tells me that there might be something I have changed lately that now makes the difference compared to before. “Before” was the phase when I ate strictly Paleo for a couple of months in summer and autumn last year and was basically free of complaints. A little later, I have started to experiment around with different kinds of foods to see whether they work for me, which led to ditching some and keeping some. But now the inflammations are back, and there are basically just two things I can blame this on this time: coffee and dairy.

Coffee has always been a weakness of mine. I rarely drink it black (then I have enough after half a cup), but put into it (any kind …), and I can drink mug after mug. And I know coffee is bad for me. But I wanted to know if the dairy was, too. And we do not speak about regular milk here (which I already know is bad for me), but about cream which is quite low in lactose and casein. Well, if you end up drinking up to a whole 200 ml pot (about 3/4 cup) of cream (which I blend with water because pure it is too much for me) with your coffee throughout the day, every day, for several weeks, you can imagine that it does pile up.

I started googling around and stumbled upon an article about dairy casein and leg pain. I got curious because this is exactly what I had as a child! The leg pain actually is an allergic reaction to dairy casein: The body identifies the casein proteins as dangerous substances and responds with an immune reaction which leads to antibody creation, as well as histamine production in the mast cells. Although histamine prevents infections, it can cause irritation and inflammation (and thus pain) in soft tissues and joints. I also learned it is a common practice that lab animals receive casein injections to induce inflammation in them for further study purposes.

~ better not eat the whole thing, little mouse! ~

I had always thought about my food sensitivities as intolerances (due to enzyme deficiency) but never as allergies because the concept of allergy is tied to skin rashes, hayfever, and anaphylactic shock in my mind (all those are things I never experienced myself). I also thought that allergy symptoms would occur immediately after the exposition to the allergenic substance.

But an allergy is basically any kind of hypersensivity disorder of the immune system to actually harmless substances in the environment, and an allergic reaction can occur with a latency of up to 24 hours. (I really should have read the English Wikipedia article much earlier because it is so much more informative than the German one which just explains the immune-biological reactions on the levels of cell and molecular biology without tying those to specific allergens, like proteins in certain foods).

What follows now is a retrospect of my life with a focus on health issues. It is a history of inflammation and chronic pain. If you want to read it, use the chance to get a cup of tea now because it is quite the story.

~ did you get something like this? ~

When I think back, my troubles started when I was about 8 or 9 years old. Around that time, I developed such severe pain in my knee joints that I could barely walk stairs or ride a bike. After a few years of effectless physiotherapy and ultrasonic treatments, my parents took me to an Ayurvedic doctor who did pulse diagnosis with me and said, “no yoghurt, no curd, no cheese, no chocolate, no icecream”. However, he just named the foods I was eating then that caused the pain (I did not drink milk because I did not like it), but he did not say anything about the underlying cause. I followed the advice and was completely pain-free a few weeks later. I also noticed that the pain came back when I cheated (which I did because I loved yoghurt so much – I had almost entirely lived on yoghurt before, so giving up yoghurt was the hardest thing for me). But in the end, having no pain was the better option.

While I was dairy-free then, I still ate glutinous grains – bread, pasta, cake – and got inflammations around my toe nails when I was 12. Again, it was very bad. My toes were swollen and purple and finally burst open so I could not wear shoes anymore, just sandals. I had those open toes for about two years and ended up with surgery four times.

~ even today, my toes are still a mess ~

In the years afterwards, I started to restrict my eating and basically ate just apples and vegetable soups. Ironically, this was better allergy-wise because I was still dairy-free and also limited grains, but my immune system was so weakened due to the constant undereating that I suffered from chronic sinus infections and headaches.

After finishing secondary school (which you do at about 19 here), I moved out and started cultural studies in Lüneburg, a small northern-German town near Hamburg.

~ my home during the first years of studies ~

I lived in a flat-sharing community during the first two years. My roommates were very fond of coffee which I never used to drink before (I grew up with tea), and I learned that I really like it when I put milk into it. Milk was not on my avoid-list, remember?

Result #1 was that I had terrible abdominal pain from then on. I often was so bloated that I could barely eat. By then, my diet was incredibly bad anyway, I was not used to cooking for myself, so my staple foods were apples, dry bread rolls, candy, and coffee with milk. I ate like that for several years. (This is the diet that completely ruined my blood sugar levels which are already instable by disposition.) After some time, I thought I might be lactose-intolerant and switched to lactose-free milk, and the bloating got better. But while this helped me with my troubled gut, it disguised the fact that actually casein was the real problem: Lactose intolerance is painful but harmless, while casein allergy is less painful at first, but dangerous in the long run. Anyways, I went on with dairy and even tried yoghurt again because I thought that, as long as I bought the lactose-free kind, it was perfectly alright.

Of course, it was not. About 1 1/2 years later, I faced result #2 which was an inflammation of my left submandibular gland. Particularly, I had a stone in my salivary gland that clogged the salivary duct and made the gland swell to the size of an egg after eating or drinking anything but pure water, and it stayed like that for several hours. It was so incredibly painful that I did not know what to do. I thought I would lose my mind, and sometimes I just wanted to tear the whole thing out of my throat with my bare hands. This pain accompanied me 24 hours a day and seven days a week for the next 1 1/2 years. (Now I know that I am not suicidal.) My throat was so swollen on the inside as well that I had choking fits regularly after eating, and I dropped a dangerous amount of weight, on top of what I had already lost, and was so weakened overall that I was not able to study properly anymore. After having taken every kind of antibiotics under the sun, and eventually receiving injections of antibiotics through my throat directly into the gland (it hurt!) for several months without any improvement, I got surgery. The doctors cut the salivary duct from within my mouth, but when I woke up after the surgery, the stone was still there because the whole gland was so inflamed meanwhile that it needed to be taken out completely. This occurred half a year later, and since then I have a beautiful 8 cm scar across my throat and one salivary gland less.

~ this is a picture of me from 2005 when the scar was still fresh ~

Because the surgery was so complicated due to the size of my swollen salivary gland, the doctors needed to cut around for 3 hours, and during that time, my head had to be fixed in a skewed position, so I woke up with a crooked cervical spine. I went to an orthopedist a few weeks later, but he reset it so badly that I was not able to get up for a few weeks and needed to put my head down every two hours to relieve my cervical spine for some more months. Also, all my throat lymphaticals had been cut through, and I looked like a pumpkin head from the water retention in my face (which was what I suffered from the most – yes, I am a little vain). This needed several years to finally get better and is the reason why there are so few pictures of me. The fact that I went on consuming dairy and wheat did not help because those foods tend to worsen the swellings.

~ one of the very rare pumpkin-face pictures (from 2007) ~

But the story still goes on a little. The day after I woke up from the surgery, I suddenly had a piercing, sharp pain in my right elbow joint. It went away when I moved the arm a little, but it came back after a while. Within a few weeks, I realized that I could not bend and unbend my arm as I was used to, so I saw a doctor again. (I was gradually getting annoyed because I had been seeing doctors and getting treatments several times a week in the years before.) The doctor diagnosed a tennis elbow (which was wrong – it was a joint inflammation) and prescribed physiotherapy which I obediently did for some months. The result was that the pain got worse and worse, and the flexibility of my elbow got less and less. In the end, the angle in which I could move my arm had reduced from 180° to about 30°. I saw a different doctor who x-rayed me and told me that my elbow joint was inflamed and stuffed with free bodies which had to be removed by surgery. These could not be detected at first because they consist of cartilage which does not show up in the x-ray so well, and a few months before I had had just a single one. Now there were more – in fact, the doctor got 14 (!) free bodies out of my elbow joint. They looked like popcorn – no wonder I almost could not move my arm anymore!

The ugly consequence of having those free bodies in my joint for so long and getting physiotherapy was that about half of my joint cartilage got shredded. This is irreversible and led to follow-up inflammations every few weeks in the years afterwards. The doctor who had done the surgery told me that I was going to face a gradual deterioration and ultimately offered to cut my sinews and thus fix the joint in an angle of my desire. I refused and swallowed painkillers instead. By that time, I was already living and studying psychology in Heidelberg, and this condition has accompanied me during my first semesters of studies here.

And then a miracle happened: I started to play the piano, and was pain-free almost immediately. I believe what piano playing does is to provide a very tender form of muscle training and thus stabilizing the joint, and I also believe that there is some flow of energy going on.

But I still did not change my diet. Instead, I put myself on a “healthy-eating” plan: regular meals, increased food intake, and of course lots of whole grain bread, oatmeal, and (lactose-free) dairy. Within a week, I had developed such terrible shortness of breath and was so fatigued that I almost could not walk anymore, and just dragged myself around. Every movement was incredibly straining. I ended up seeing a cardiologist who assessed that my heart was perfectly alright, and although he was worried because I had fallen from the stationary bike after half a minute when he took an exercise ECG, he had no idea what might be wrong with me. He prescribed me thyroid hormones which did not really help.

I assumed the breathing problems were due to stress with my eating plans – now I think it may have been an allergic reaction that showed up as asthma – so I threw all those plans away (the big amounts of whole grains included) and went back to my low-caloric, rather chaotic eating patterns. I felt better immediately, but was still unwell overall with chronic infections and sinus inflammations. In combination with general life stress, my undereating resulted in me being sick all the time, and my exhaustion reached a peek at the end of 2009, when I was getting migraines twice a week and knew I was about to develop a state of serious burnout.

This was when I pulled the brake. I started therapy to learn how to deal with stress and my performance issues, and I also decided to finally get my eating right. Due to a happy coincidence, I moved into an apartment in the courtyard where I still live, and a former neighbor who was making his PhD in clinical psychology then and also was a triathlete with a serious interest in nutrition to improve his athletic performance, told me about low-carb diets and what they can do for your health. He had a lot of books, one of them being “The Paleo Diet” by Loren Cordain which I immediately ordered and devoured. At first, though, I tried low-carb eating in the way my neighbor had told me: with lots of high-fat dairy as well. So I ate curd for breakfast the next day, and although it filled me well, my sinuses exploded overnight. I could bear it for two more days, then I threw the dairy out of the window and started the Paleo diet in summer 2010, focusing on vegetables, meat and seafood, and some nuts and fruit.

~ roasted chicken and kabocha squash, fresh parsley, and almond butter ~

And for the first time in my life, I felt good with what I ate. I still needed some fine-tuning because I realized the whole very low-carb thing made me feel sluggish, so I focused on root vegetables, winter squash, and onions (which are higher in carbs) next to greens, and this worked well. But I missed my tea with milk, the one thing I consider my perfect soul food because it makes me feel so calm after drinking it (before the unhappy effects from the milk occur, that is). By that time, I had already discovered almond milk and made it at home regularly, but I found it rather laborous and had not optimized my filter technique yet, so my almond milk was rather lumpy. (For those of you who make their own nut milk: Use nylon socks for filtering! You can get those at every department store, they are reusable if you rinse them afterwards, and they cost much less than sprout bags.)

So, after eating strictly Paleo for some weeks and being free of complaints, I started to experiment. (You can read about my experiments here.) I reintroduced the foods I had cut out, one at a time. I tried milk. And then soy milk. (I also tried different kinds of grains and some other things.) I just wanted to find a milk substitute that was easy and worked well. Unnecessary to say that these experiments can be best described as kissing a lot of frogs.

Without being overly aware of it, what I did was scientific research on myself. I first ate an elimination diet for several weeks, and then tested one probably causative factor at a time. This way, I learned what worked and what did not, and I also carefully noticed the unhappy effects I experienced afterwards. Many of them were of the inflammatory kind – throat and facial swellings, stuffed sinuses, and painful swellings within my skin tissue, preferably in my face. (I just had one again at the right side of my nose the other week, and half of my nose looked like a potato.)

The foods that reliably elicited those effects within a day are dairy casein, soy protein, and gluten. So, I have come to think that I am actually allergic to those foods. Other foods, like lactose, just cause normal intolerance reactions – gut pain and bloating – but no inflammatory reactions. In this latter group are unfortunately also (gluten-free) whole grains and legumes that are just hard on my tummy if I eat them in larger than tiniest amounts. So, my body does not seem to be adapted to modern foods at all.

Whee, I really think I have figured it out now! And for me, this means that I am going back to the cave now, and this time I am going to stay there.

~ ugh! ~

Does this make sense to you? Do you suffer from food allergies or intolerances? If yes, how did you learn about it, and which symptoms did you experience?

When people hear of the castle, what most of them have in mind is this. (By the way, it is a shame I have not been there and took pictures for you since I have started my blog – that is to come!)

But this is not the only castle we have in Heidelberg. There is also this one – however, both are ruins now.

This little castle is called “Tiefburg” which means “low castle” because it does not lie on a mountain like the other one, but down in the city.

So why are there two castles? Well, this has to do with the history of the city: Several districts of Heidelberg have been little towns on their own originally, that were incorporated by Heidelberg as the city grew. For this reason, these districts still have their peculiar, sometimes almost village atmosphere with old, rather low houses, small market places, little stone churches or a little castle, in the case of the district Handschuhsheim. “Handschuh” means “glove” in German, and “Heim” is “place to live”, so the emblem of Handschuhsheim shows a glove waving “hello”.

~ as you can tell from the sign, the Tiefburg is quite old already ~

Usually, the entrance is locked, but it will be opened when there are special events in the castle courtyard. This was the case last weekend, when an art exhibition by the district society of Handschuhsheim took place there. It was the first time that I saw the Tiefburg from within.

There is a central residential house that now serves as event location for the local societies, and also as a depository for the historical records of the district Handschuhsheim.

~ vine shall not be missed ~

~ people offered pottery, paintings, and photographs ~

There were speeches and a cello quartet playing in the breaks.

It was quite festive and a little traditional, but not too formal because everybody could move around freely. I sneaked around and pictured all the lovely little details I spotted around me.

~ I loved the cartwheels ~

~ a cart and barrels stuffed under the ceiling ~

~ more agricultural equipment ~

Does the place where you live have districts with a very peculiar atmosphere each? Do you feel that you belong to a certain district, next to the city where you live?

Do you remember my favorite orchard trail along the mountains (which are low mountains, admittedly, but they are mountains)? My neighbors own a garden half way up the mountain side where they have fruit trees and grow vegetables. When they recently went for a vacation, they gave me these before they left.

~ leek, lettuce, zucchini, tomatoes ~

~ more tomatoes ~

~ some of them looked very funny ~

And then, I received a package from my parents that was filled with vegetables my Dad had grown in his roof garden.

~ hokkaido squash, white bell peppers, more zucchini ~

~ green beans ~

So you see, this kindness got me directly into veggie heaven. And home-grown vegetables also taste so much better!

Which kinds of veggies have you eaten home-grown so far? Did you notice a difference?

I think many of you may know of a great series on eating disorders in which she tells her individual story of becoming and recovering from an eating disorder with outstanding clear-sightedness and amazing openness. If you have not read it, please do, it is so insightful!

Recently, she wrote a post about bingeing, and I read the whole post and all the comments with bated breath, so much did they excite me, and they have inspired me to some thoughts about a topic I have been wondering a lot in the past. I will share these thoughts in a hypothetical form today, because this is what they are – just hypotheses so far. And of course, I would love to learn your thoughts about it!

The thing I have been thinking about was whether it was appropriate to learn how to eat everything again in ED recovery, or to stick to a special diet later on. There seems to be a lot of controversy on this topic, and for sure it is a very sensible one because the health of so many people depends on it. And while there seem to be a lot of sensible arguments on both sides, I never had an idea what was the crucial factor in deciding which approach is the right one. (I also do not believe that there is something like the right answer, but rather it depends on an individual person’s specific eating disorder history which way is more appropriate.)

Now, however, I have an idea, and I got that idea from reading her post. But please regard that it is only an idea, a hypothesis, and I do not have evidence for it. But from my point of view, it makes sense, though – against the backdrop of what I have learned from other people’s and my own experiences with an eating disorder.

Basically, that idea has to do with the way you have eaten during your illness and maybe also before and later on. It has also to do with body-mind connection.

In the psychological theory of addiction, there is often differentiated between addictions which are tied to a certain substance, and addictions which are not. Examples of the former are all kinds of drug addiction and alcoholism, while examples of the latter are gambling addiction, working addiction, shopping addiction, or pathological co-dependence. Interestingly, eating disorders – anorexia as well as bulimia – are included in the latter category, with the argument that they are rather about an activity (eating or not eating) than a substance (food).

Is that true? I really wonder. I also wonder if this categorization of addictions makes sense at all. For example, you could argue that alcoholism is as much about an activity – drinking or not drinking – as all other addictions that are considered as being independent from substances are.

In the past years, I have learned enough about brain physiology to know that all addictions have a psychological and a physiological side: Psychologically, an addiction can be understood as a very powerful pattern of unhealthy thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. Physiologically, it manifests in the brain as certain neurotransmitter reactions as well as altered brain structures from long-time conditioning of addictive behaviors.

So, if you desperately want to keep that categorization, you should put eating disorders at least at the border between the two.

However, considering eating disorders as being independent from an addictive substance (food, or rather, certain foods, as we shall see later) has massive consequences for the way eating disorders are treated – namely, as mainly psychological issues. They are not. They are, to the same amount at least, physiological issues. But the body seems to be neglected in treatment as it was during the development of the illness.

I have mentioned the concept of long-term conditions above, and I really believe that you can think of an addiction as the result of a very detrimental and very profound learning history of unhealthy cognitive, emotional, and behavioral patterns. When you develop an eating disorder, this process takes place over a time of several years usually. During this time, certain thoughts, feelings, and behaviors are systematically trained and rewarded, while others are repelled and punished – this is the learning history part. Moreover, the patterns and the processes associated with them interact with each other, enhance and nourish each other, and thus stabilize at a highly destructive and dysfunctional equilibrium (the manifest syndrome of an eating disorder) – this is the systemic part.

And this is the reason why recovery is so difficult and takes so long: Recovery means to un-learn the eating disorder, and this is very hard work because the spectrum of ED-related responses is the only one you have at hand then. It is like a highway you drive along with high speed, and it is very difficult to slow down and get off it if you do not know how to brake.

What does all of this have to do with post on bingeing? Well, I believe that there is another thing that plays a role in an individual’s eating disorder history, and this is whether a person has developed an addiction to sugar or not. I have said before that I believe in the addictive potential of sugar, and there has been some discussion on whether something like sugar addiction exists or not. I believe it does. Let us stay with this thought for a moment.

I think that the development of an addiction affords both a disposition for it, and frequent exposition to what you become addicted to for a certain amount of time. I also think that the disposition is the genetically part – and therefore inheritable – while the exposition is the learning part. From my own experience, I know that I have a disposition to become a sugar addict, namely very instable blood sugar levels. This is something I have inherited from my mom (who never had an eating disorder, by the way, but) who suffers from reactive hypoglycemia to a degree that she will never leave the house without taking something to eat with her, in case her blood sugar level suddenly drops. This happens within a few minutes, and if she has nothing to eat then, she will end up fainting. I have the same thing, and high perfectionism paired with lack of self-confidence (as a child and adolescent) on top of it, which makes the perfect physiological and psychological condition to develop an eating disorder.

Now comes the crucial part: While I have always had a very sweet tooth – I loved cereal, sweetened yoghurt, and ice cream as a child, and could easily finish off a big bowl of candy within a single afternoon – I still ate a somewhat balanced diet as a child, thanks to my mom who always cooked fresh vegetables with every meal, and my dad who loves to fish and provided us with freshly caught fish to have several times a week. But when I started to watch my eating and restricting my intake, I gradually removed all protein and fat from my diet to save calories, and ate more and more carbs. Just carbs. They were what I liked the best, so why waste calories on things I did not like as much?

I ended up eating a diet that consisted of 80 or more % carbs, and I did that for about 10 years or more. Funny enough, while doing so, I still thought it was somewhat healthy what I did – I ate low-fat, low protein, and high carb, as officially recommended, I ate an almost vegetarian diet with just some milk (skimmed, of course), lots of fruit, and grains (rolls, bread, rice, pasta). Okay, and I also ate a lot of candy. On some days, I lived on nothing but a few bags of candy a day.

Today, I know that I ate almost nothing but sugar in those days. Dairy products contain quite a lot of sugar – in skimmed milk, which was the only thing I consumed apart from fat-free yoghurt, 60 % of the calories are from milk sugar – fruit contain a lot of sugar, grains (I did not eat whole grains, just the white, starchy stuff) are all carbohydrate, and candy … Well, you can imagine. The few tomato or cucumber slices (no butter!) I put on my breakfast roll did not save me. I stuck to this diet for years, plus restricting my calorie intake, and it may not surprise you that I was hungry all the time. I almost lost my mind from hunger. And sometimes, when I could not bear it anymore, I ate more than I wanted, and ended up eating even more sugar. My trigger foods have always been combinations of simple carbs and fat, or pure sugar, and they still are. I have trained my poor brain to be a sucker for sugar, and now I am like a recovered alcoholic – I know that I will relapse with 99 % chance if I eat more than tiniest amounts of sugar and white flour, especially on an empty stomach, or if I have a serving of white bread, pasta, or rice, especially when the same meal also contains fat and nothing more. Eating these foods immediately elicits the compelling urge to eat more, I experience a boost of anxiety, and fall back in my obsessions of restricting and planning everything. This is why, after so many years of failing with the attempt to “eat everything in moderation”, I only got better when I changed to a carb-reduced and very low sugar diet, and I get worse again if I do not stick to it conscientiously.

What I learned from her post and the comments on it was that people with an eating disorder go for different strategies. While I became a fat-phobic, did not care for protein, and thus focused on almost merely carbs, others rather became fat-phobics and carb-phobics and thus focused on protein like chicken and lots of steamed vegetables. I believe that people who did the latter did not develop a carbohydrate sensitivity during their eating disorder, what makes it appropriate for them to learn to eat a balanced diet again that also contains a sensible amount of carbohydrates. Others who did like I did and ended up as sugar addicts will have a hard time to recover on the eat-everything-again approach, because the consumption of higher amounts of carbohydrates will constantly trigger them and make them relapse into the eating disorder very easily – and this has nothing to do with will power! It is just your body’s memory of addiction.

This seems crucial to me because what is the appropriate strategy for one group of eating disordered people is the totally wrong strategy for the other group, and vice versa – depending on how your diet looked liked during your illness, and whether you developed a sugar addiction or not.

So, here are my hypotheses:

If you recover from an eating disorder, it is crucial to start eating a nutritious and balanced diet again. You will not be able to recover as long as you go on systematically depriving your body of essential nutrients and energy from food.
If you have never abused sugar, it will be a good thing to reintroduce all different groups of food in balanced proportions.
If you have developed a real addiction to certain foods (most likely sugar, I think) during your illness, it will be a good thing to stay away from your trigger foods later on, at least until your health has stabilized again, but maybe for all of your life. Especially in the case of carb-sensitivity, eating a carb-reduced (but not low-carb) diet higher in protein and fat may help you to feel better.

I do not want to say that sugar and simple carbs are evil and should be avoided under all circumstances. We all know that they taste good and lift your spirits. But I see them rather as a drug like alcohol which you may want to enjoy in small amounts every now and then – there is nothing wrong with that – but you should not consume them in larger quantities and too often.

I also do not want to say that carbs are bad in general. They are not, and the body needs them to fuel the brain and build serotonin, a neurotransmitter that provides feeling well and relaxed. Lack of serotonin may make you relapse (by making you feel depressed and low) as quickly as the carb-overload does (by sending you on the blood sugar roller coaster). So I think it is very important to eat some carbs (and the right ones – complex carbs from vegetables, fruit, and some whole grains and legumes), while accounting for getting in enough protein, fat, and micronutrients as well.

What do you think? Can you relate to my experiences? Do you agree with the hypotheses I have written above?

Yesterday I wanted to watch the wedding, and since I do not own a tv, I wondered how to do it. But then the wonderful made the great suggestion to watch it online via live stream, so I was happily looking forward to wedding pleasure around midday – thanks to living in Germany, I did not have to decide whether or not to pull an all-nighter.

Everything seemed to be perfect. But then, unfortunately, the live stream decided to look like this after about 10 minutes.

~ turquoise everywhere ~

~ at least I could see some faces ~

And I totally loved the speech about spiritual growth in marriage. So good! Listening to that was worth it alone.

Then, I had thought that it would be nice to make some shortbread to go with it, and looked up a nice almond shortbread recipe on the internet which I adjusted a little to make it gluten-free and low in sugar.

Everything seemed to be perfect. But then, much to my regret, it ended up like this.

~ nothing could be saved here ~

So, no almond shortbread for the wedding. I just had tea – English breakfast tea with cream.

~ mmmmmmmmm, never lets me down ~

Ah, it looks like I am not yet a baker. But I am not giving up! The recipe would have worked, I think, if I had just had an better eye on my creation while it was roasting in the oven. I will try it again!

At least, not all things went like that. My supervisor (who currently is in New Zealand on a research scholarship) has finished the programming of my thesis study, and after countless weeks of delay due to earthquakes getting in the way, troubles with the internet server, and emails getting lost in the cyberspace between Germany and New Zealand, it finally looks as if I could start data collection next week. I will open a bottle of sparkling wine if everything will somehow work out in the end.

Also, while I suck at baking (for now), my cooking skills are getting better. I made another pot roast, this time using turkey, and it turned out delicious. I highly recommend to try this – the meat was incredibly tender and flavorful – and I think the recipe would also work well with fish like trout or salmon.

Lemon, Garlic, and Ginger Flavored Turkey Pot Roast

4-5 servings

Ingredients

ghee, butter, or oil
750 g (1 1/2 lbs) turkey meat (I used a turkey breast filet)
salt to taste
pepper to taste
5 cloves of garlic, peeled and cut into slices
1 tbsp fresh gingerroot, peeled and cut into slices
1 small handful dried kaffir lime leaves (from the Asia store)
1 stalk lemon grass, cut into diagonal slices
1 handful fresh parsley

Directions

Heat some fat in a big pot and roast the meat from all sides. Season with salt and pepper. Add garlic, ginger, lemon leaves, lemon grass, and parsley, then fill some water into the pot so the bottom of the pot is covered.

Bring to boil, then put the lid on and roast on low heat for about 1 1/2 hours. When the meat is done, carefully take it out of the pot, drain the liquid, and let it cool a little. Cut slices from the meat, serve with a nice side dish, and enjoy. Leftovers stay fresh in the fridge for a couple of days, or can be stored in the freezer.

Now there is a thunderstorm outside, and I still need to do the weekend grocery shopping. Ah, life …

Did you watch the wedding? Have you experienced any kitchen disasters lately?

That thought used to scare me tremendously. How could the best years of my life be sitting here, in a sweaty Maths room, smelling the sewage and ‘muck’ on everyone elses clothing following a first period P.E class? The only ‘logical’ reason for this lack of hygiene was “the P.E teacher was gay and was trying to sneak a glimpse at your penis.”

Although they were an entertaining few years, I now believe my grandma was wrong.

I did wonder whether she was correct, when sitting in a call center selling insurance/gas/electric/cleaning products, and on one very brief occasion, a pornographic website subscription package. (The only job Ive actually ran away from. Literally, sprinted away from)

Call centers and office jobs often challenge you with difficult screening processes, which make you feel a real sense of achievement when and if you finally pass. You actually feel a real sense of worth when you are accepted for a call center job. Its insane! Are these the jobs I’ve strived so hard to qualify myself for?

Uk Call center

I certainly hope not.

Still, I am very grateful for the these jobs. The timed toilet breaks, the bosses who will watch your waiting time between calls and lunches. I am grateful for all of it. They have fueled my ambition for better things. Fuel to launch me out of this stagnant pot of gloom.
Wearing a suit just to put on a headset, or owning a car just to feel accomplished, seems such a silly concept to me. Its this rat race that I am clearly expected to come and join, for I’ve often been questioned, “when will you get a real job?”

I was the first in my family to attend university. The first individual to achieve a degree. The first one to realize that it doesn’t really mean much.

Everyone has a motive for everything and mine is to do something different because I want more. I want satisfaction in a way that I know I can’t get living in England.

My inspiration has never come from travel books; I never bought any before I traveled.

It didn’t come from my parents; they hadn’t left the country until last year.

The lack of inspiration I have seen in my peers was perhaps, at first, my inspiration. People I went to school with, people I worked with, and people I’ve talked to. No one seems to ever want to escape. Questions and statements such as “Why do you want to do that? We have everything here” were probably catalysts that took me to the front doors of STA travel screaming “Help.”

I’ve always been curious of the unknown.

My mother had been given a pen pal at a young age. She regularly wrote letters and sent pictures of her life, and a few weeks later would receive similar stories with pictures to match.

The pen pal is still to this day a very close friend of my mothers. She is someone she has, remarkably, never met.

This contact over the years was so exciting for me. I would love to see the letter come through the post box from the mailman before school. I would love to pick it up and look at the stamp from Australia. Listening in the evening to stories of her children at school in Australia.

We were growing up in two different worlds at the very same time.

This exchange has lasted over 30 years and when I turned 18, whilst embarking on my first adventure around the world, I visited and stayed with my mothers pen pal for a few days in Sydney, Australia, over Christmas. The very same family I had seen photos of since the days I can remember. The same pen pal my mother had been given at the age of 15 years old.

This sense of unpredictability is what truly excites me about travel. My mother never knew at the age of fifteen, that one day, she would have a son who would eventually visit her friend on the other side of the world. It was completely unpredictable.

The interesting thing about travel is that there is so much that is unknown.

You don’t know who you will meet or speak to. You don’t know the vibe of the place. You don’t know what the weather will really be like. You don’t know how the local food will taste. You don’t know how much you will drink and who you will drink it with. You dont know the smells you will inhale. You don’t know if you will get sick and where it will happen. You don’t know if you’ll return the same person. You don’t even know if you’ll like it.

Quite simply put, you don’t really know where you are going.

But like my grandma said… you dont know if you dont try it (granted, she was talking about garden peas and to this very day I despise everything about the little green b*stards..)

One of my oldest and dearest blogging friends, has recently tagged me to share seven things about myself. I love things like this and am happy to tell you some more random facts about me, in addition to what I have already shared – here and here and here – and how you have come to know me via my blog.

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(1) I am an only child, and not only that: I also do not have any cousins. Family for me used to be my parents, my two grandmoms, my granddad, and me. Now that my granddad has died, there is only five of us.

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(2) I am not overly fond of many foods that other food bloggers tend to be crazy about. These include peanut butter (gah), tofu (eek), very dark chocolate (eww), and quinoa (yikes). I really tried them, even several times (because, you know, everyone deserves a fair chance), but … no, thanks.

~ sorry, quinoa – you just taste bitter to me, and you have hairs ~

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(3) For several years of my life, I have lived with chronic pain. With “chronic” I mean 24/7 and very hard to bear. The pain was mostly due to inflammations in my joints, around my toe nails, or in my salivary gland, and I had to get surgery on my elbow, toes, and throat a couple of times. I know these inflammations are closely related to how I eat – I get them more often and heavier when I consume protein which my body cannot digest easily (gluten, casein, soy), combined with high acid load from coffee and sugar. This is why it is so important for me to eat a low-inflammatory and nutrient-dense diet that is high in alkaline foods (vegetables and fruit). And my blood sugar levels say “Thank you!” when there are plenty of protein and not too many carbs in it. Or I will end up like him.

~ have you already realized that I love him? ~

(4) When I was small, I believed that all animal food was fish. This is because my dad loves to fish and always caught so much that we ate fresh fish several times a week and never had to buy any. (My mom recently told me that she once made a chicken soup from a whole chicken, and the little me peeked into the pot, noticed the chicken, and said, “That is a funny looking fish in there!”) Dad still goes fishing a lot – even more since he has been retired – and just came back with 100 kg (!) of salmon from this year’s fishing trip he annually does with his friend.

~note the scale in the background! ~

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(5) I needed to get 25 to learn what real friendship is. Although I have met a handful of people before that might have become really close friends, our life ways departed too early for the relation to deepen. In my real life, I have two best friends. One is quite the opposite of me, and one is very much like me. I see them as a part of my family – family by heart, if you want so. There are also a few people I met via blogging who I consider real friends now. Those of you who are will know that they are meant with this.

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(6) After several years of secretly knowing already, but still doubting myself, I have decided and am determined to go for an academic career after finishing my studies. My major fields of interest are the crossroads of social and differential (personality) psychology, as well as multivariate statistics and psychometrics. Social psychology deals with how people behave as social beings (with regard to perception, cognition, and social interaction). Differential psychology deals with individual differences among people and the consequences for how they experience the world and behave in it. Multivariate statistics is about methods to examine a larger number of different variables at once. Psychometrics is about theories of measurement of psychological attributes. So you see, I am kind of a method nerd.

(I am also a little nerdy about other things, like the precision of expression, especially with regard to scientific stuff. You know, the word “definition” comes from the Latin word definitio which means “boundary”. There is little sense in defining certain concepts if they are then used inaccurately. This is why it upsets me when I read something about, say, “lean protein”. Of course, the idea of lean protein is absolute nonsense, because protein is never fat – protein and fat are completely different kinds of macronutrients. There are lean and rather fatty dietary sources of protein, depending on whether those foods contains protein mainly or also fats, but “lean protein” by itself makes little sense.)

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(7) I need to surround myself with lovely things to feel well. And of course I still have all my cuties with me. Fröschi (the big, dark green frog) even goes with me to my exams. (He sits in my bag and inspires me with his magical brain waves, but nobody knows.)

This one was for me: It has my favorite nuts (almonds) and my favorite spice (cinnamon), and it is very easy to make and totally delicious! However, it will also work with any other kind of nut, ground spice, and neutral oil. Just try around!

CINNAMON ALMOND BUTTER

220 g (1 cup)

Ingredients

200 g (1 cup) almonds (I used blanched almonds)
1/2 tbsp ground cinnamon
1 tbsp almond oil

Directions

Put almonds, cinnamon, and almond oil into a blender or kitchen machine and blend. When the almond mass accumulates at the walls, stop blending, open, and carefully scrape the stuff off with a spoon (you will have to do this a couple of times), then continue blending. Go on like this until you receive smooth almond butter.

There are days when you get up and already know that you will not get anything done as planned. Today was a day like that. It started with going to bed way too late yesterday, and having to get up this morning after sleeping a few hours too little.

~ story of my life ~

I then realized that I have been devoured by mosquitoes last night. Although I do not eat much sugar anymore, there seems to flow honey in my veins, and they liked it.

~ they ate me from head to toe ~

Unnecessary to say that I have stitches everywhere, and they itch like crazy. I am very bad in tolerating things like that, and it was hard for me to sit through my Japanese class in the morning and my lab work in the afternoon without scratching all the time.

When I came home, I felt tired and sluggish, and my plans to spend a few productive hours with my diploma thesis in the evening started vanishing. In the end, I made almond butter instead.

I wanted to make white almond butter for some time now, and today was the day! James the blender did a great job again. I had bought skinless almonds and I highly recommend to do that! A while ago – since I claim from myself to try everything out before putting it on my blog – I had two hours of fun peeling a big bag of almonds I had soaked in hot water … It was a once-in-a-lifetime-experience, and I really do not have to repeat it. (For the record: I did not even use those almonds to make almond butter then. Mysteriously, they were eaten within a couple of days, before making their way into the blender … )

White Almond Butter

250 g (1 cup)

Ingredients

250 g (1/2 lb) almonds, skins removed

Directions

Put the almonds into a blender or kitchen machine and blend them on high speed. When the ground almonds stick to the walls of the container too much, stop blending and turn the machine off. Open the container, and carefully scrape the almonds off with a long spoon. (I had to do this 2 times after 60 seconds blending each, and granted my blender some time to cool down at these opportunities.) Then continue blending until the ground almonds have combined to creamy and delicious almond butter.

~ the lovely mess ~

So in the end, I am pleased with today after all. And writing on my thesis will go on tomorrow with a vengeance. I am confident about it!