Day2 – The revenge of the croissants

It was like a scene out of a horror movie. It was an hour before sunrise and I could barely see where I was going. Guessing where the toy cars and lego blocks were, I found my way to the fridge. Was going for a glass of coconut milk, but there it was sitting as gorgeous as ever, with a hunt of smugness. A box of croissants fresh from my favourite bakery. I have no idea how it got there, and I didn’t care. Was it to test my loyalty to Paleo? Or revenge for serving soup without bread last night?

u know you want me!

There was hunger building a wave pool in the gut. But I couldn’t betray Paleo. So I sat there on the floor staring at these beautiful croissants in the dim orange light from the fridge. And then I hear a sleepy evil laugh mumble from the bedroom. I should have guessed it! I am staring at buttery flaky revenge.

I wasn’t going to give in. I am better than this. I told myself that refrigerated croissants taste only half as good as the fresh ones. But I needed a plan. I got online and desperately searched for a paleo recipe that could kick a fresh loaf of challah with a side of garlic butter fries and a double chocolate cheese cake in the ass. Yeah, I can find it. I am sure of it.

It had to be eggs, he loves eggs.

I was thinking a nice fat veggie frittata and wrap it in some salami. Protein wrapped in protein. Boo-yah! And a no-crust pizza. Oh yeah, he would definitely want a bite of the pizza, crust or no crust. I saw this amazing recipe using a portobello mushroom. Thankfully the ones I scored are large and deep and I am going to super load them with toppings.

I set the table quickly because I could hear someone was awake and I wanted him to see the spread.

Haha! So much for the caveman diet, welcome to the 21st century!

And it worked. He thought I succumbed to the croissants and crossed over to the other extreme. I sat down and took a crunchy oozy big bite of the salami frittata and…

I am so glad you are over the diet. That looks sooo good. Let me grab a fork.

I quickly moved my plate away and passed him his usual sad bowl of creamy oats.
This IS diet food. You don’t want it, right?

Hmph, serves him right for throwing croissants in my greedy face. This breakfast even though it was made out of spite, is really delicious. And I can’t wait to eat this delicious tropical ice cream in front of M today. I am going to do all caveman like and lick, slurp and make a mess.

Here are the recipes. They are mostly flexible, so add your own little twist to them and let me know how they came out.


Mrs. B from downstairs used to make these Indianised version of scotch eggs with mince meat and boiled eggs. I should tell her about this. She would enjoy it.

Ooh speaking of Mrs. B, I got the perfect solution for the croissants. Knock! Knock!