This dish is ridiculously simple, literally just wang everything in the slow cooker and turn it on. It is also a fairly quick cooking meal, so something you could put in at 6pm when you get in from work and at a minimum serve it at 8pm.
It is quite a sweet tasting dish and is definitely different to what I normally make but it is delicious. I personally would like to throw a few fresh chillies in to add a bit of heat but it is delicious without.
I used Soy Sauce because I couldn’t source Coconut Aminos, I don’t think it affected the flavour, I think they say Coconut Aminos to keep it paleo and gluten free.
For what it is worth I used about 600g of beef, mainly to keep the cost down, so you can get away with less meat. I suspect this would also be nice with chicken.
Easy to make, spicy, delicious.
I made this exactly as per the recipe but I think you could probably adapt it by using different meat (e.g. turkey or beef) and different veges. I served this with courgette noodles and that worked really well. It would equally work with rice (not very paleo I know!) or maybe cauliflower rice.
I used hot chilli powder but you could use a milder one if you aren’t keen on heat.
So this post popped up on my Facebook feed today Mama Lion Strong and it got me thinking, I am addicted to weighing myself. Somehow I have got in to a habit of weighing myself every day, sometimes multiple times a day in the hope that the scales might tell me something different. Which is absolutely ridiculous.
I know it is ridiculous. I am a reasonably (I like to think) intelligent woman. I know all about weight fluctuations due to water retention, time of day, whether you’ve had a poo or not (come on, who doesn’t make sure they’ve had a poo before they jump on the scales). I know that muscle is denser than fat. I know all that. At the risk of sounding slightly insane I have even weighed myself after I’ve had my hair cut, I MEAN COME ON!!!!!!
But for some reason, despite knowing this I am still addicted to seeing the numbers, and feeling ecstatic when they have gone down and stupidly depressed if they’ve gone up (even if I know I’ve eaten 10 billion different kinds of crap etc)
So today I am making a pledge, not to step on my scales until I need to send my measurements once a month to my PT.
It is time to break the cycle.