A few weeks ago we discovered that, despite our laidback living in rural Kansas, George has developed high blood pressure. I tagged along to the doctor’s office, hoping to thwart a drug prescription, and ended up admitting defeat. Temporarily. A trifecta of medical pre-diagnoses included high blood pressure, high cholesterol and high glucose. By “pre-diagnoses,” I mean that readings weren’t high enough to warrant “serious” concern, said the doc, but they’re on the watch list for pre-diabetes and more dramatic heart conditions. George’s fluctuating blood pressure already gave him afternoon headaches and drained him of energy by evening, so a low dose of medication was prescribed. (He already feels better.)
Armed with government-distributed healthy diet booklets — so obtusely difficult to comprehend that they typically accompany a six-week class, hooray USA — we planned a mealtime makeover. I love a challenge, especially when it comes to making food George won’t touch into food he really likes. But trying to find things to eat that are high fiber, low carb/sugar, low cholesterol, low sodium, low fat, and still filling is definitely challenging.
We met our initial goals: replacing George’s toaster streudel breakfast with something substantial (enter peanut butter wheat toast with banana slices) and substituting a mug of morning coffee for the vast amounts of Mountain Dew he drank daily, a jolt of caffeine sans sugar. Dinner is the true challenge.
Today’s concoction, spinach-parmesan turkey meatballs, are a shock: tropical green islands floating in marinara. Like a Dr. Seuss recipe. I used the food processor to mix them, which colored the entire effort, though even George has admitted they’re making the house smell fantastic from the crockpot.
Two things I miss so far are butter on vegetables and oven-fresh cookies. My Valentine’s Day breakfast plan is pillowy-soft, buttery cinnamon rolls. They’re really a gift for me.