Cauliflower ‘rice’ has been on my to-make list for a long time, but for some reason I always imagined it being more of a time-consuming hassle than it is. Truth is, it’s much quicker than cooking rice! I know people are always skeptical of using vegetables in place of typically-called for ingredients, but I am not shy when it comes to this… beet and black bean fudge squares, anyone? :)
This dish is just like your typical fried rice, except that the “rice” is finely chopped up cauliflower for a super-nutritious, lower carb, higher fiber take on the classic dish. You can tell it’s not rice – the cauliflower bits resembling something more like couscous – but it acts like a base for asian veggies and sauces and soaks up the flavor just as rice does.
I have nothing against brown rice and I sure do love myself a side of it when I’m out, but it’s easy to eat way more than a serving size when they stuff an entire take-out container full of it.
Now imagine being able to chow down on a giant bowl of this fried cauliflower rice without one bit of guilt! I see it as a giant warm salad, cause that’s what it is – vegetables topped with a bit of protein and a light sauce. Yum. Now we can have the addicting Chinese carry-out taste, while actually feeling good about our health while we eat it.
It’s no surprise that my favorite part about travel is food. Scoping out the authentic eats and local markets in a city brings me purpose and delight, and I enjoy learning about a culture through its cooking and the tastes, aromas, eating and drinking that goes with it. I first realized this when studying abroad on Semester At Sea and friends started pointing out how I took photos of every meal and how I got angry with them for not wanting to try every local dish.. :D
I have no problem embracing the local cuisine with full force, even if it means abandoning my healthy eating habits for the time being… as was the case with po’boys and beignets and never-ending daiquiris on the streets of New Orleans.
Two fridays ago my sisters and I met up for a somewhat-spontaneous weekend trip to New Orleans, as none of us had ever been and they both have friends who live there. Basically I just decided to tag along as annoying little sisters tend to do. It was both a chaotic—due to the start of Mardi Gras—and relaxing weekend filled with eating, drinking, walking, loud and colorful festivities, cooking, nibbling on free praline samples, and lots of indecisive moments the three of us have together.
So I’ll refrain from typing the tedious details (which I tend to over-do when writing about my travels), and let your eyes feast on the colors and tastes of our weekend in Nola.