Ah Superbowl. America’s favorite pastime and a general excuse to eat a sh*t ton of food and booze it up. We are an impressive people, it is true.
This past weekend I made the trip up to Los Angeles to see one of my besties from college who moved out here a yearish ago to go back to school. She was having a Superbowl party and seeing as I was in desperate need of some social interaction with other 20-somethings, the timing was faaaabulous. Well sort of. See I’m in the middle of a Whole 30 program. 30 days of straight up, wicked strict Paleo redonkulousness in hopes of completely “resetting” my system. I was pretty lenient on myself during the holidays, so once I got back to Cali after being home and then in Disney World for the 1/2 marathon, I decided to buckle down and get ‘er done. So besides the usual no grains/dairy/legumes that I generally stick to, I also cut out all sweeteners and alcohol…
I like to think my days as a lush are more or less behind me. College was basically 4 years of shenanigans in the form of Jose Cuervo mixed with powdered lemonade and water (I am NOT kidding here. Gaah. I just had a full-body convulsion remembering that…). Not saying I haven’t had a rough night or two since graduating, but I like to think I have my sh*t together a bit more than I used to. Anywho, I’m not drinking right now, and obviously the Superbowl party I went to was going to be a drinky drink situation and I was a weeeee bit nervous about it. I can honestly say I cannot remember a single social event where there was drinking that I wasn’t drinking too. That’s kind of ridiculous. I know. I can be an insanely outgoing person in the right situation (read: with enough alcohol in me), but naturally I get WICKED intimidated by big groups where I don’t know many people. Cue this weekends Superbowl party… I knew 2 people. Out of 50. My worst nightmare. Honestly though, it didn’t suck. In fact, it was a blast (minus the fact that the Pats lost. My New England heart broke a little). The other great part? I woke up the next morning and didn’t feel like sh*t! Woo hoo!! Instead, I drank like 15 effing cans of seltzer water that night and mowed face on the Pineapple BBQ Pulled Pork I brought (my faaave recipe from George the Civilized Caveman, it was a huuuge hit) plus some BOMB dot com Citrus Guac I threw together and brought too. I had to pee like 20 times that night, and I definitely ate waaay to many friggin’ mixed nuts. Woof. That was bad. But overall, successful social interaction COMPLETE. Word.
Enjoy the GUAC homies.
I just like saying that… GUAC. GUAAAAC. GUUUUUUAC.
2 Tbls Garlic Powder
1 Tbls fresh Cilantro, Finely chopped
2 Blood Oranges, peeled and chopped
- Scoop out all avocados into a medium bowl and mash with a fork. Some people like chunks of avo in their guac, I like it smooooooth.
- Add garlic powder and cilantro and stir.
- Zest both the lemon and the lime and add this to the avocado mixture.
- Juice both the lemon and the lime, and thoroughly stir.
- Now add the chopped blood orange and gently stir. You want the pieces to get incorporated, but not get all mushed up. Biting into a chunk of the orange is like a party in yo’ mouf.