(Italian for measure, I think)
((It is a brand name, so all copy lefts and rights to where they are due. This is not brand-shaming either, I love that shit. It is just a good example to illustrate international – and interspecies – differences.))
When I was nearing my 40th birthday, I was under the influence that I needed to do something to get in better shape. So I underwent a 3-month body shaping course which involved two fitness sessions a week and a nutritionist. At the beginning I was measured in many places, weighed and introduced a 3-hour feeding schedule, like a puppy. The best thing about it was the stylish, demurely lit swimming pool and a jacuzzi to use freely after each session. Swimwear was optional.
My trainer was a hilarious and chiselled blonde girl who liked going skydiving with her dog. Watching my progress she said that she would never again made the mistake of thinking that big girls – not don’t cry, but can’t move.
So I was running on that damn track machine, lifting them weights but when they tried to infiltrate a nutritious shake, for extra pay of course, I rebelled. What I did embrace was one of the suggestions by the nutritionist for my 3-hour in between meal: she told me to buy Misura crackers. First I made a mistake and bought Misura cookies, which were not all that, but when this was clarified I tasted my first Misura cracker. They were wholegrain, not particularly salty or full of taste, but they did their job: they kept me nicely full during meals.
When I moved to Italy a year and a half ago, I noticed immediately a few things: fruit and vegetables taste better here, Italians are very proud of their recipes and don’t like interferences, and food is generally much more expensive (as is mostly everything else). So imagine my surprise when I went to a supermarket and saw my Misura crackers, nicely lined up and on offer too! The price was about one half of the price back home. And it has stayed low ever since.
When my amore tasted one, his face changed into one of his “Why?” expressions. Why no salt? You see, Italians you can’t take thirsty over a brook. They are not falling prey to “healthy” eating. They have their own eating habits which place them at No. 3 on the world’s least fat nations list (I forgot where this data is from). Seeing how little they exercise – automobilism is not their national sport by accident – their feeding must surely be magical. Especially since they seem to cherish the taste above all else.
Two examples of my kind of happy meal: spaghetti con vongole (up) and paella (down). Photo: MM, chef: MC.
When I returned from my one-month holiday in my old country, the new mirror in our bedroom did not greet me with a happy sight. But that changed a little after a very short time due to order, proteins, strict adherence to recipes and no emo eating in front of the fridge. In short: Italians might be a hedonistic nation, but their recipes are sensible, not overindulgent, ingredients are sparse, and they don’t cram too much different foods on their plates but eat them in layers instead.
And so now I still munch on my Misuras between meals sometimes since they are so cheap and all, and my amore is looking at me with his unasked question in his eyes (Why not the normal, salty ones?), and sometimes I give them to the dog too, especially when we’re travelling. The grin on his face when the dog turns his head away in disgust is worth a million words. (Truth be told: when the dog makes sure there is absolutely nothing else to be had, he eats them most gladly.)
To return to my birthday diet and training: when I was weighed and measured again after three months and the lean, thin, barely there nutritionist saw my new data, she clapped her hands and squealed and I’d be damned if not wetted her pants a little. I was very glad for her, her plan obviously worked. As for me, I was there for the pool.
Your comfort foods look delicious!
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oh yes, sly, my amore believes that the difference between a Ferrari and a Peugeot is in the details, and he cooks in the same way 😀
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Such an entertaining read 😁😁😁😁 I wish I could find a serene pool like that. Complimentary, no less. I just finished a very yucky hot chocolate, and before that, a disgusting Chinese buffet meal, and I wish my choices had been that paella or pasta instead 😳
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Thank you so much, SMSW. I wish it to you too, even if it doesn’t involve any other exercise. Swimming is great. Ahh, I’m sorry for your yucky meals. 😦 Tell you what: you let one of your rock stars grow up a chef, and the other also a chef, but only for desserts. And then they can treat their mama a bit. 😀
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How did you know that was my plan??? 😀 Seriously, I’ve been joking that to people all along: that they’ll become little Junior Masterchefs 😉 One for main courses and one for dessert! (Just kidding, obviously. I’m also fine with them becoming President or a doctor 😋)
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I’ll have to look out for those crackers. When we were in Italy we found the food to be of such high quality. Despite eating to our heart’s content it was one trip where I didn’t gain weight. I’m sure all the walking helped.
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Oh yes, Carol, I’m sure walking always helps. 🙂 These crackers are obviously good for us and filling but don’t have much taste if at all. They really keep the food quality high here, that’s for sure. Thank you!
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Yummy, Your pictures look good enough to eat, I got a kick out of this post especially your overexcited nutritionist. Thanks for sharing.
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Oh, thank you for reading, Library Lady. 🙂 I rather hate to be judged by how I look like, always have.
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funny story, poor dog, of course he wouldn’t eat that:) my cat is picky too
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Thank you, Tanja. Oh, he eats it, I feed a cracker to him piece by piece and he eats it from my hand. 🙂 It’s suitable when we travel. He loves bread as well. (Beside meat, of course).
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Love those comfort food. Good for the eyes…good for the taste buds …but not good for the belly. #secretsanta
Teresa
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Ahh, the belly doesn’t care. 😉 Thanks, Teresa!
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So funny that you said her plan worked and you were happy for her. Sounds like you two never had the same goals, ha ha!
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Hahha, yes, Crystal, I wondered about this. I lost lots of weight and I wasn’t happy how people perceived me after. As if I were suddenly somehow better. FTS! (I might have made this up. F…k that s..t.) Thanks for reading!
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