Well, this is going to be one of the weirdest posts so far (particularly the picture) but there was no way I could not share this discovery with you guys. Impossible, full stop.
Back story: I like texture, especially in food. Bananas made me actually angry as a kid (I thought they were trying to be mushy to upset me?) and cereal that had touched milk for more than a hot second was unthinkable. (A bit high-maintenance, I guess, but I also could be left alone for five-hour stretches to read. So.)
Current story: I like greek yogurt, and I really like any sort of breakfast or snack that doesn’t involve eggs or intense labor. Yeah, eating paleo means you’re doing your body a major solid, but all the chopping and flipping and grilling that comes with eating real food means that you’re spending a lot of time in the kitchen. And eating a lot of eggs, because that’s the Paleo law (especially if you are married to Blond Gaston).* So, if your personal brand of Paleo allows for dairy, greek yogurt is looking pretty enticing here. Tons of protein, not an egg, comes ready to eat.
Except for the whole texture thing. Ugh. Yogurt is just so . . . gloppy. It doesn’t even really try to do anything but just gloop around languidly on a spoon. Throw some chopped fruit in, and that can help the situation, but only to an extent. Normally, I go for fruit plus some slivered nuts, which also help break it up a little. But lately, I’ve been trying to cut down to the calories I actually need to eat (rather than the bonanza of calories I am interested in) and nuts are just the worst for that. They’re so tiny and jam-packed with fat, which is fantastic if you are 1) a man or 2) a nutrient-deficient person, and terrible if you are a woman who spends allllll of the day tethered to a desk.
Enter: COCONUT FLAKES. You guys. Magic. First of all, coconut is delicious. Second, it’s a superfood. Third, these flakes (which you would normally use for baking or something) are so fine they are practically invisible. They essentially only exist as texture. Which makes them the most epic of all wins.
It may be terrible food photography, but it’s a world-class snack, yo.
*Who is also, you know, Nice Gaston. And Regular-Sized Ego Gaston. We’re really just barely hanging on with the eggs thing here.