Life’s too short to eat tempeh

We hoped 2022 is going to be different didn’t we? Some of us had travel plans pulled out from the bottom drawer. Then we all heard about an O spike and it wasn’t about pleasure.

By the end of January most of us have given up on new year resolutions. Instead of SMART (Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant, Time-bound) goals we’ve made it easier on ourselves. “Be safe, be kind, be wise” writes one friend in her FB page. Another sets gentle goals – “learn something new, get outside when you can, be delighted in small things, remember your dreams”. Few people want life in the fast lane any more.

And the usual weight loss goals? One of my friends does have to lose about 20 kg before she can have an operation to address mobility issues. And I’ve been trying to do intermittent fasting, and also have looked at various healthy diets.  Gosh how they make one’s head spin. Dr. Gundry advises heaps of food types to avoid, including many of my favourites, the night-shade vegies like eggplants, capsicum. And he advises against gluten and that most innocuous of foods, tofu. What has tofu ever done to anyone to deserve avoidance?

But wait a minute … there is a recommendation for tempeh, which is fermented tofu. I’ve tried, and tried and tried. And can’t get no satisfaction. Let me tell you, life is too short to eat tempeh. 

Instead, at 5 pm I’ve broken out a little can of expresso martini, a gift I’ve kept for over a year. Last night I watched the gutsy win at the Australian Open by the All Australian sweetheart Ash Barty last night and tonight that little martini is going to help me keep awake for the men’s finals. Just planning little things to look forward to in a COVID era. And yes, will get myself a martini glass, preferably in a second-hand shop. Happy tennis everyone!