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Day 49: 5.88 Miles!

I walked today.  Briskly. For 5.88 miles. In the heat of the day. What was I thinking!

Well, perhaps walking off that chicken fried steak birthday dinner from yesterday.

And I saw a black-tailed deer and two fauns! They were so adorable.

While I walked, I cooked mujaddara in my crockpot.  When I came back, I was thrilled. It was cooked to perfection and the whole house smelled divine!

In case you are not familiar with mujaddara, it is a Lebanese dish.  Lentils spiced with cumin, cinnamon, and pepper and mixed with rice. I used brown rice. Then I sauteed a chopped onion and a clove of minced garlic in olive oil until the onions were nicely brown and dumped that whole mess on top of the mujaddara. I also made a garlic/lemon/cucumber yogurt sauce (Called Cucumber Laban. It is similar to the Greek Tzatziki) to go on top.

I've tried several times to make mujaddara in my crockpot, but this is the first time I was completely satisfied with the texture.

I used this recipe from "What A Crock" with a few changes (I used brown rice, and omitted the allspice because I didn't have any, and used more cumin).

I learned to love and cook Lebanese food in college. My boyfriend's parents were from Beirut.  Best food on the planet, in my opinion. Quite healthy too!  Here is a recipe for Laban from The Lemon Bowl".  I didn't have any mint, so I omitted it. It was still yummy, but I do like it with mint!

I feel like I have made amends for my gluttonous feast yesterday!  However, I am going to wait to weigh and measure myself until tomorrow when I feel less bloated.

Maybe this is cheating.

But I will be happier tomorrow!

Happy Monday!


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