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Pea and Barley Soup

June 29, 2011

We got our fortnightly veggie box last night and this week we didn’t get a chance to change what was in it before it was delivered. This meant we got a few things that we wouldn’t normally get, with one of those being celery. I’m not one to eat a stick of celery and I don’t really use it in cooking but the one thing I think has to have celery is a good soup. A soup is not really a hearty soup without the holy trinity of soup – onion, carrot and celery.

While I was at the shops today I was thinking about what sort of soup I could make. Before Natalie became a vegetarian I would have made a pea and ham soup, but that was out of the question. I also love barley in my soups as it just has this lovely favour and texture that kicks it up a notch. So I thought why not combine pea and barley to make a delicious any time soup?

A photo of my Pea and Barley soup in a white bowl with some crusty wholemeal toast

A photo of my Pea and Barley soup in a white bowl with some crusty wholemeal toast

Ingredients

1 tbsp Extra Virgin Olive Oil
1 Medium Onion, diced
2 Garlic cloves, minced
2 Medium Carrots, diced
3 Celery stalks, diced
2 cups Green Split Peas, rinsed
2 cups Barley
3 litres Vegetable Stock
3 bay leaves
3 tbsp Smoked Paprika
Salt and Pepper, to taste

Directions

  1. In a large pot, heat the olive oil and sauté the onion, celery and carrot for a few minutes until the onion starts to turn translucent.
  2. Add in the garlic and keep sautéing until the aroma of the garlic starts to come through.
  3. Add the green split peas and barley and stir through until combined.
  4. Add the vegetable stock, paprika and bay leaves and bring to the boil.
  5. Once it is boiling, cover and reduce to a simmer. Cook for around 1 hour, stirring it every 15-20 minutes. The barley should be a little chewy but not hard, and the peas will cook down into the soup.
  6. Remove the bay leaves. Season with salt and pepper, and add extra paprika to taste if desired.

This made 8 good sized serves and is delicious. I didn’t have the garlic but I include it in the recipe since a) I would have used it if I had it and b) you can never go wrong with garlic. If during cooking it starts to look a little dry, you can add some water or stock but don’t add too much. I used an extra 500ml and it has turned out fine but I would probably use less (or none) and have a thicker, heartier soup next time.

Experiment a little. You could throw some diced ham or bacon in and let it cook through, or fry it off and add it to the finished soup. You could use chicken stock instead of veggie stock, or some different herbs and spices. You can’t really go wrong with a simple soup like this!

 


Diabetes – what the fuck do I do now?

May 29, 2011

A couple of months ago I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes.

Prior to this I lived in a space that was safe and loving of my body. I knew that I was sick since the doctor already knew that my testosterone was running low. I thought I’d need some booster shots for the rest of my life and that would be that. Simple. Easy. Done.

Besides that I was well. I was fit and healthy in every other way. I could walk and exercise. I’ve had some reflux issues for a while but they were under control and I knew what to eat to help minimise those issues. I would eat when I was hungry and try to pick foods that would nourish me. Sometimes I’d choose foods which would nourish me in other ways than nutrition, and I was cool with that.

If I was hungry at 1am I could make a trip to Maccas on the odd occasion. Or I could make toast, or make some other sort of snack. If we were out shopping I know that I could have lunch or dinner at the food court or at some other place and not be too concerned about the food choices available. There would be something there that I could enjoy and would want to eat and would feel good about eating.

I could enjoy sushi, kebabs, fish and chips, chicken and chips or even a burger and chips. I never felt guilty about eating whatever it was I was eating. I sometimes ate a lot and I sometimes ate less, depending on what I felt my body needed. I would sometimes over eat and deal with the consequences and sometimes I would under eat and go back for more later.

I miss that guy.

Now days I test myself regularly to see what my blood sugar levels are. I take medication three times a day that causes stomach upsets and diarrhoea. I wait for an appointment with a specialist who I know will tell me to lose weight and move more. I now force myself to exercise even if I don’t have the energy to do so.

I have no idea what I can eat and what I can’t eat. I get the basics of it – Low GI is good. Yet what does that exactly mean? What can I have for lunch based on what is in the pantry? What if there is nothing? What if I feel like some sushi, which I have no idea whether it is low GI or not?

I’ve been told I have to lose weight by my GP in order to help this. Not a lot mind you, but just enough to bring things back under control. But what does that mean? What do I do to make that happen? There is no magic pill.

And yet if I don’t get my blood sugar levels under control then it’s going to be very hard to lose any weight. My blood sugar levels have been so very high recently that my doctor is concerned. “Take more tablets” is the cry. So I do. And little happens.

So all I can focus on is my diet. I wonder if something I want to have is Low GI or not. Or low in carbs at least. I had French Toast for dinner because it’s Low GI due to the eggs. I would have rather had a jaffle with spaghetti but that isn’t possible. It’s 1:45 am and I’m really very hungry, and yet I’m afraid that if I eat my blood sugar levels will be too high when I test them for bed.

So I sit here, hungry, waiting for tiredness so I can get to sleep. I hate my body and I hate that it is failing on me. I hate that I now have to relearn everything I know about myself to try and fit in with what my body now requires. I don’t have time to deal with this. I have work, a home to look after, a wife who adores me that I want to spend time with.

I get that it isn’t just me who deals with this. I feel bad that I feel bad. I feel ashamed that I dare let such a little problem upset me. But it does upset me. I don’t know who I am any more. I don’t know what I can do day to day. I have to think differently about food but no one can tell me how I’m meant to think about food. So I have to try and make it all up from scratch.

I’m scared that I’ll be pushed into bariatric surgery. Or Weight Watchers. Or more walking with mum when I move home. I know she doesn’t get me when it comes to being fat. She’s never been fat so how can she understand what it is like? She figures that if I am unhealthy it must be because I don’t walk enough or eat too much and I need to do something about my weight.

I want to live. This doesn’t feel like living. This feels like a maze of confusion where it is easier to choose not to live, at least consciously. I’m not talking about suicide. I’m talking about just switching off and just autopiloting through it because sometimes it would just be easier. Stop eating, and the sugar levels will always be low.

One day I hope that I will look back on all this and chuckle a little. I hope that I have that one day in me, because heck if I fuck this up that one day might not happen. I have no idea how I’m going to get through this. I know I will, but the whole thing scares me beyond belief.

 

 


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