Yams, baby, yeah!

So, I promised myself when I got to Chicago I would start eating better. Treating my body right. Actually thinking about what I eat and all that.

Alas, it is making me snarky.

In trying to kick my mildly sluggish metabolism into high gear, I've done a lot of research to find out what foods will do that for me. No dairy. No breads. Rarely red meats. No salt.

I am left with chicken, greens, some fruits, rice, and most veggies. Sounds ok, right?

The problem is the cooking. I keep drying out my chicken. Broccoli tastes like ass without butter. And because I have to eat less more often, I am filled with mostly bland foods.

Enter the yam.

Tonight as I dreaded eating yet another dry piece of chicken, I got creative. Cooked a yam in foil. (That's not the creative bit, yet. Wait for it.) Splashed my broccoli, while cooking, with a generous amount of basalmic vinegar. Put it all on a plate and squeezed the last life out of a lemon over the whole mess.

Then I took a bite of the yam with the chicken. Sweet bliss, I tell ya.

Who knew that I would be missing the sweet?? I don't eat sweets.

So may God continue to bless the yam, baby.