Yeah, it doesn't exist. No running post tonight, since my legs need to recover, so I'll entertain you with a story about cooking.
I've been trying to eat better, not by cutting out everything that is yummy, but by replacing some not-so-great-for-you items with slightly-better-for-you items. For example: replacing regular pasta with whole grain pasta.
On Sunday, I decided to make a lighter version of baked rigatoni. Ground turkey instead of beef, skim milk mozzarella cheese instead of full fat, and whole grain pasta instead of white starchy pasta. When reading the recipe, I saw "2.5 cups uncooked pasta." I thought that was weird because I thought you always cooked pasta before going into a baked dish (with the exception of the no-bake lasagna). But who's to second-guess the recipe? So I dumped in the bag of pasta, the tomato sauce, and the cheese, mixed it all together, and put it in the oven. It came out nice and bubbly. I took a bite and my fears were confirmed. The pasta was still very....um... crunchy. Bummer.
Reviewing the recipe, I realized that the 2.5 cups of uncooked pasta yields 4 cups of cooked pasta. It said so in plain english. I guess this is what happens when I get distracted by Leo having a heart attack in the 7th season of West Wing. I had used all of the tomato sauce, all of the turkey, and all of the cheese, so there were no mulligans. I decided to add a bunch of milk and put it back in the oven, hoping the pasta would cook a bit more.
The pasta came out a perfect al dente. Glad to see my food science degree is worth something. It's science. Boom.
I've also put my larger dinner plates away, out of reach above the fridge. This will force me to use smaller plates, which is scientifically proven to psych people into thinking they're full on a smaller portion. Science, 2; food 0. Boom.
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