Most often, I find myself complaining about how my metabolism "must be shutting down now that I'm almost 30" as I'm lamenting the lack of rock hard abs (slightly ironic since I've never in my life had rock hard abs in the first place). However, it seems logical- everyone complains that when you get older you can't eat what you once could. But I rarely overeat. Fast food is not a regular part of my diet. Therefore, my metabolism is surely the one to blame, right?!
Annnnd then I think about my food consumption for the week, laugh it off and apologize to my metabolism.
Today was a perfect example... today I have subsisted on carbs, covered in oil, topped with cheese for two thirds of the day.
- Breakfast: Sourdough bread with tartufata spread.
- Lunch: Grilled Chicken Salad at Alma.
- Dinner: A glass (or two) of wine + sourdough bread with tartufata spread and emmental cheese.
Needless to say, despite it's unappealing presentation, I looooved it. When I found a jar of something that looked somewhat similar in Venice, I snapped it up without a second's hesitation. Luckily it tasted the exact same as the bruschetta at the cafe. Since then I can't stop eating it. I'm so addicted that I have taken the jar and a loaf of bread back and forth from my office three times this week in case I get a craving for it.
So you can imagine my delight when I got home and searched for tartufata on Amazon and found the exact spread I bought in Venice! Now I can enjoy every last truffley, fungi-filled bite of my current jar without worrying that it will take a stamp in my passport to replace it. This knowledge is quite dangerous because lawd knows I did NOT need another excuse to consume wine/carbs/cheese and call it dinner!
They say balance is the key to life, so maybe tomorrow I'll hit the gym and have a salad to ensure guilt-free tartufata consumption for the rest of the week! Either way, I have to say that every single bite is worth it!
*If you like mushroomy, truffly things, I highly recommend you click on the link above and buy yourself a jar. You won't be sorry!