Showing posts with label Diabetes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diabetes. Show all posts

3.04.2012

We're not grape-pickers, but we love their skillet dinner!

Bacon just keeps bringing wonderful things to my life.  If there was a religion of bacon followers, I would be a believer.  I originally posted this bold affirmation on Facebook because it's true, of course.

Disclaimer (and small tangent):  I'm not biased against people who don't like bacon. I just don't understand it.  I've met only one person in my life who honestly did not like the taste of bacon (and she was obviouslywrong).  I've met several people who don't eat bacon for various religious, cultural, or health reasons.  That doesn't mean they don't love it... they just don't know they love it.
That post lead to this comment from my friend Robb:  "Don't know if you've seen this recipe, Shelley. Its really good and has bacon in it. http://db.tt/Ip7rsWOr"

And so it began... my obsession with this recipe.  I read it and thought it sounded delicious.  I planned on trying it soon because a) I already stated that it sounded delicious--I shouldn't have to say it again, and b) it combines chicken, bacon, and an iron skillet--three of my favorite things.  Then I realized that I was thinking and talking about this recipe like it was a vacation destination.  The more I talked about it and looked over the recipe, the more I wanted to make it--right now.  How could I not want to make it with this opening description?

"Named for the 'peasant' dish of layered potatoes encased in bacon, this dish was a favorite of grape pickers in France's Burgundy region."  Potatoes encased in bacon?? ENCASED in bacon. 

Oh.my.goodness.

Finally, I made it to the store to get some leeks and Gruyere cheese so you, my dearest of dear blog-reader, get to travel on the delicious adventure with me.

In the spotlight:  Grape Pickers Skillet with Chicken

I will repeat that I'm not a great blogger or a great photographer.  In fact, I did not take any pictures of the making of the meal... only one of the final product.  I must have gotten too excited to grab the camera.  For pictures of the process, you could follow the link that Robb posted (above).  I found the picture of how to position the bacon especially helpful.

Side note:  Don't be intimidated by new ingredients.  I'd never used leeks or Gruyere cheese before, but I will be finding more uses for both because they are wonderful!

This makes 8 servings (for our family, it was more like 6 servings because everyone wanted a little more).  Allow yourself plenty of time because it does take a little while to assemble and over an hour for the baking and the standing.  It's well worth the time.  Trust me.  This is going in our family favorites.  Bill was asking me to make it again before he was finished eating his first helping!

So here we go!  Preheat your oven to 450*.  Grab your 8" cast iron skillet.  It might be old like mine and say No. 8 on the bottom.  It might be new and I don't know what it will say.  If you don't have a cast iron skillet, what the hell are you waiting for?  Go get one. Now. I'll wait.

Line the skillet with 10 bacon slices.  Don't use thick-cut bacon because it won't cook through.  Don't use more than 10 slices because you need to position the slices in a sort of pinwheel.  You've got to bunch up the ends of the bacon so they're not overlapping.  (See? I told you a picture would be helpful here. Go click on that link up there.)  The bacon strips will start at the center of the skillet, go across the bottom and up the side, with about a third of each strip hanging over to the outside of your skillet.

Sprinkle 2 Tablespoons minced fresh thyme over the bacon.  I used to think that dried herbs were just fine... until I tried fresh.  I still use a lot of dried herbs, but I use fresh whenever I can.  It really does make a huge difference in flavor.  If you don't have fresh thyme, I'd say about two teaspoons of dried thyme would do it.  Don't sprinkle it just on the bacon.  Cover the whole bottom of the skillet.

Slice up about 3 Yukon gold potatoes.  Make them thin, but not paper-thin. I used the "2" setting on my mandolin slicer and it was perfect, but I probably could have gotten away with the "3" setting.  Layer those potatoes over the bacon and thyme.  Don't get crazy about it, but make that layer as even as possible.  Grate up 1/4 cup Gruyere cheese and sprinkle it over the potatoes.  Gruyere is a smoky Swiss cheese, but it doesn't taste like the Swiss cheese we all know around here.  If you live in Chillicothe, you can find Gruyere in the deli section at Kroger on Bridge Street.  If you can't find Gruyere, I would say a smoky sharp Cheddar cheese would be a good stand in.

Season the skillet with however much salt and pepper you like.  I didn't use much salt at all, but went a little heavier on the pepper because we like it.  Now take about 1-1/2 cups of cooked shredded chicken (see my tangent about that below) and spread it around your skillet.  Put another 1/4 cup shredded Gruyere on there.  You're about halfway done!

Clean up 3 leeks by cutting off the green tops and rinsing any sand out/off.  Cut off the root part and slice up the whites.  I used my mandolin again, on the same setting I used for the potatoes, and put all three leeks standing up in the holder at once.  Layer those leeks, 2-3 minced garlic cloves, 3 more sliced potatoes, salt and pepper to your liking, and a final 1/4 cup Gruyere into the skillet.  You should now have a pretty full skillet!

Fold the hanging parts of the bacon to the center of the skillet.  Again, don't let them overlap.  You'll have to bunch up the ends so they're touching, but not overlapping.  At this point, I just realized that the recipe tells you to cook it on the stovetop for about 10 minutes.  I didn't do that part and mine was cooked through, top to bottom.  Some bits were even stuck to the bottom of the skillet, so I probably would skip this when I make it again, too.

Cover your skillet with foil, transfer it to your preheated oven, and roast for 30 minutes.  Remove the foil and roast, uncovered, another 30 minutes.  Remove the skillet from the oven to a cooling rack or trivet and let it stand for 10 minutes.  Drain the drippings and run a knife around the edge of your skillet.  You can serve it from the skillet (preferred) or turn it out onto a platter.  Be warned, though, some of the bacon and other yummy goodness sticks to the bottom of the skillet, so you'll miss out on that if you flip it out.  I cut it into wedges, which kind of worked for us to gauge portions (mostly for my carb-counting), but don't expect it to stay in wedge form on the plates.  If you don't have to be picky about portion control, you could serve it casserole-style with a spoon.


If Emeril was here, I know he would say BAM!!

Surprisingly, one-eighth of this meal-in-one-pan has only 386 calories, 24 g fat (9g saturated fat) (damn you, delicious bacon), 62 mg cholesterol, 417mg sodium (ugh. I'll skip the extra salt next time), 22g carbohydrates, 2g fiber, and 19g protein.  I served it with a mixed-greens salad.

I'm amazed at how flavorful this is without any more seasoning than it has. It's melt-in-your-mouth, craving-in-the-middle-of-the-night, family-favorite, share-the-recipe-not-the-leftovers goooooood!

Extra tangent about the chicken:  I went to Sam's Club yesterday and bought two whole chickens for just under $8.  I put one in the freezer and cooked one for 30 minutes (no seasoning at all) in the microwave using my Deep Covered Baker.  From that one chicken, I got two 1-1/2 cup freezer bags of shredded chicken (one for this Grape Pickers Skillet and one for my freezer so I can make it again).  I also got an extra cup of shredded chicken that I'm going to use for Chicken Pesto & Tomato Flatbread later this week.  That's THREE meals worth of chicken for about $4 and 45 minutes worth of time.  Amazing.

Also, I wanted to give a Diabeetus update:  I went to the doctor this week. My A1C is amazingly low at 6.5 (not in the normal range, but well below where the doctor and I expected it to be).  My blood glucose levels have ranged from 85 to 290 in the past few weeks and I haven't felt very well because of it.  I'm still learning to keep things on an even keel. *sigh*  The doctor suggested going back to the way I was eating when I originally was diagnosed because it seemed like things were more regulated for me that way.  That means 5-6 small meals per day.  Do you know how hard that is??  I have been doing it, though, for the past week-ish and I have been feeling better. *bigger sigh*  Am I too old to whine?  I will still take my occasional "diabetic holidays" where I eat a regular meal without thinking of carbs or sugar, which are a luxury that I have because I have Type 2 instead of Type 1.  If you don't know the difference between the two, I suggest looking it up just to discover the basics.  For most people, Type 2 Diabetes is avoidable.  For me, the doctors seem to be baffled about what caused it.  Luckily, I live in this information age where I can research, plan, and learn as much as I want.  There is no cure (not matter what Halle Berry, Biggest Loser, or anyone else says), but there certainly is control. :)

2.12.2012

Ugh. Damn Diabetes.

I just poured my heart out about all of my anger regarding my diagnosis of Type 2 Diabetes, then deleted it accidentally. I don't know if I have it in me to type that part again...  Basically, I was really really pissed at myself and the world when I received my diagnosis back in September.  And I cried a lot.  (Poor Bill had to listen to that part... Sorry, Babe.  I love you all the more for being so constantly patient.)  I wasn't obese and I was in the middle of training for a half-marathon.  Let's just go from there...

Sooo, when the doctor told me to cut my carbs in half to see what it would do to my blood glucose levels, I really wanted to do just that. I really wanted to keep eating my favorite foods in moderation.  I really didn't want everyone to know I had Type 2 Diabetes.  And I especially did not enjoy the idea of taking insulin. I had already received my lifetime sentence of taking Metformin daily (to control my liver's urge to dump glucose into my body and make my cells more sensitive to the reduced amount of insulin my pancreas so lovingly still produces).  I was told that if I could lower my A1C (remember those PSAs you heard not long ago?) to around 7 in 90 days, I could skip the insulin for a while.  My A1C was 9.1 and the best ways to lower it are to either lose weight or lower your blood sugar consistently or do both.  I didn't listen to my doctor and I worked my ass off to get it down to 6.9 in just over 2 months.  After another month, which included holidays, it was only up to 7.

I don't think I fit the typical profile of someone with Type 2 Diabetes.  It doesn't run in my family.  I'm active. At my heaviest, just after Cami was born in 2000, I weighed 186.  I haven't weighed that since around the end of 2001.  Right now, I weigh less than I have since my early 20s.  Most people (even medical professionals) say, "You have Diabetes? Your not... well, you're just not who I thought would get it." They might even ask, "Are you sure? How do you know?" Then they give me that tight-lipped half-smile that you get when people feel sorry for you and don't know what to say. I know they're caring because I've given that same look to people before when bad news hit. I feel like I need to soothe them somehow, "It's okay. I don't have to take insulin or anything like that. I control it through my diet." Smile. Hug. "It really is fine. I can eat just about anything in moderation." Because who really wants to hear about all this crap?  I know I don't.

(In fact, feel free to stop reading any time. I truly won't be offended... I won't even know!)

Which leads me to this... I've completely stopped tracking my blood sugar levels unless I feel like something's wrong. For example, today I checked and it was 242. That's with eating healthy yesterday, skipping breakfast today, and eating a low-carb healthy lunch. *insert "Ugh!" here*  I couldn't believe it. That means my A1C is probably creeping up again to a number well above 7. When I say I worked my ass off to get that number down, I mean it. It pretty much consumed all of my free time--researching, making menus, creating a spreadsheet to count carbs in each food I love, making changes to my favorite recipes, worrying, crying, yelling. Then, as my doctor predicted (damn it, I hate when he's right) I got tired of doing it, so I stopped.

I have no idea what my A1C is now because I'm avoiding the test. That's right. I'm avoiding the test.

I've only known about my Diabetes for a few months and I'm already tired of talking about it, thinking about it, planning around it, poking my my fingers to check for it, blah, blah, blah.  I don't say that to make anyone feel sorry for me.  In fact, please don't give me your sympathy (read back a couple of paragraphs).  Just know that even though I'm feeling okay with it more often these days, I still have days like today when I feel really pissed off and whiny.  I feel like screaming, "Get out! Go away! Fuck you if you think you're going to control me!!" Then I realize that, right now, the Diabetes is in control.  Honestly, it always will be because it will always dictate what, how, and when I eat.

What can happen if I don't control it?  Well, nothing immediately, except that when my glucose levels are too low or too high I feel pretty crappy--dry mouth, headaches, lethargy.  I would just go on living my life like I always had before.  It's one of those diseases that people don't really realize unless you tell them or they notice you eating differently or something.  Then, one day, in the near or the distant future, I would notice little changes... my feet and hands would start feeling cold all the time and some of my toes or fingers might be numb.  I might get a sore on my leg that wouldn't heal.  My blood pressure and cholesterol would both be elevated.  I would probably have vision problems due to retinal nerve damage.  Think of it like my blood turning into thick sugar-syrup.  Imagine that trying to make it through narrow arteries, veins, and capillaries.  Stroke and heart disease are both more likely with Diabetes.  Also, I could miss out on being able to play with my grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  I could miss out on spending more years with Bill--something I wouldn't want to miss for anything.

Why am I telling you, dear blog-reader, about this? Because I have to be held accountable. If I'm not posting here, it's probably because I'm not eating like I should. I ate a reasonable supper tonight and right this moment, my blood glucose is right around 140, which is higher than yours might be if you ate the same thing, but not too shabby for me.  Considering that it was over 100 points higher than that earlier today, I'm pretty proud of myself.  It proves that I can do something about this crazy disease.  It doesn't mean that every item on every plate for every meal every day has to be "diabetic friendly."  It means that, more often than not, I need to eat well, avoid refined sugar and flour, and think about what I'm putting in my body.  Don't expect to see me declining the Red Velvet Cheesecake that Cami requests for her birthday or the chance to share Sushi with Logan or the delicious Sweet William Blossom Boutique apples that Janet brings me... but I can make better choices for myself every day that will include better choices for the people I love.

I recently read this statement on someone's blog: "Well-controlled Diabetes is the leading cause of nothing."  So, Diabetes, get your ass ready. I'm going to keep kicking it!