Salmon (fresh when po$$ible, flash-frozen otherwise), Smoothies of goat milk yogurt (no additives) Omega-3 egg + fruit, honey-to-taste | only the occasional grain | but salads, veggies and a regimen of probiotics from Interesting kinds of soils (!) etc. I figured, simply that my Own lab would be more persuasive than the effulgent way-too-many words about ""diet""

A) I lost weight; back to age~25 stats. (Not an aim, a by-product)
B) I had noticeably more energy, strength -- and a better tolerance for the ongoing [Cheney Shogunate] outrages of a daily kind. Easier to keep psyche uninfected by the entire Murican milieu (a Big +, I thought.)
C) I happen to Love salmon, so its predominance was no chore. I still have it often.

While the 'supplements' were overpriced (aimed at Yuppie demographic) -- supplier selected nevertheless, on basis of independent analysis of their QC and their voluminous descriptions of the methodology for obtaining interesting *things from soil! and their means of overseeing ingredient quality and production care, etc.

* in olden times, sodbuster Muricans inadvertently ingested such trace minerals and microorganisms every day. Our modrin cleanliness obsession not only starves the nascent immune system of its chance to become healthy, it also deprives such bubble-boys of much good stuff we now know about (and then there's the likely much larger list: we don't know about yet.) Ya can't patent the dirt. Yet.

I only reluctantly quit at 18 months, for no particular reason. Still preserve the simplicity generally.. but interspersed with the usual: a bite of cow meat on occasion, your Eggs Benedict and other neat-o gustatory delights -- though nothing close to the Grygus encyclopedic gamut. Spare me the fish-egg gelato, eh?

Dunno what happens to the Omega-3/6 ratios in canned salmon, but I've done similar to your recipe, on focaccia bread, lettuce, tomato-off-vine; screw the official nutrient count.

BTW - I cannot think of a quicker/simpler prep than for salmon; while some (lemony.. for me) sauces can enhance, amidst the many recipes:
I found that lemon drizzle, olive oil rub -- then precise cooking via a microwave ritual for getting just past 'rare,' and with a caper-containing sauce: matched flavor and texture of any restaurant specimens yet.

Don't know how much longer we shall have 'salmon' (the farmed stuff is, of course a quite different fish: it's cack). So I'll pig out while the supply lasts -- a few more years? Then on to the Soylent Yellow.


Ed: oyTp

Once one sees the correlation between decades of The Food Pyramid (or previous absurd icons) -- ALL promulgated by Archer Daniels Midland et al / the usual greedopoly suspects -- one realizes that, across the decades: it has been not merely 98% corporate propaganda-for-profit -- but also Harmful, in all measurable ways. Then one must assiduously address the Noise/Signal ratio of less-biased but oft marginally informed Not-a-Nutritionist pop-alternatives. And fold that into preferences, realizing that nobody with a reasonably healthy psyche is going to become a food-Nazi even 80% (or thereabouts.) To miss all the variety with which our omnivorous selves are able to cope ... is pure Puritanism, and that alone makes it a toxic mistake because of what that mindset does to a psyche. Have we nothing-in-between? Why yes, we do.

Pure INSANITY, right now is: the %total-intake of pre-teens and onwards -- just described by soda pop, candy and salty cheese-like frankenfoods. It seems that some kids get 2/3 or more of total daily food intake from this garbage. Which might ~explain the rise of My Gramma-like Repos and the confounding of all efforts towards a common language.
You Are (to a first approximation) What {ugh} You Eat, etc.

We should each be asking selves: can such a regimen, begun from shortly after toddlerhood --> voting age even/ever be reversed in the victims?
Might we have to quarantine jillions on the huge island (I posit) next to Lord of the Flies -??- once the SQT (sanity quotient test) becomes International Law, at about a density of 10G of homo-saps/planet.
(And ours is seen to have begun multiplying exponentially, not just geometrically.) But I digress.

Ooops.. a corp-hijacked stomach [i] sez
Time for a deep-fried Snickers™: but it MUST next be rolled in powdered corn syrup derivatives, served á lá mode with 40% butter-fat ice cream, surmounted with Twinkie-bits, toasted:
these lovingly macerated in a (heavy-duty) blender. And a deadly Maraschino cherry atop the whipped cream-like substance.


Urp

(I spent ~ age 4-7 at grandmother's [not That one] 'ranch' in San Mateo. There I was forced to eat fresh veggies, nutritious meals made from scratch, chickens on-site for eggs and meat, etc.) Particularly weird 'salad greens' were ingested via the carrot, not the stick: fresh blackberry pudding for dessert! Never a Coca Cola there; occasionally a decent grade Sees candy. Etc. Later, in school, of course I made some New Rulez but fortunately kicked the Coke habit to merely 'occasional' after ODing daily for a couple months in a Freedom frenzy. It was also there (even at age 7 IIRC) that I first heard, You are what you eat! -- the intro/closing line on a radio program oft audited by gramma. Occasionally a flicker of mem-cells recall the speaker's name too {sigh}

To this foundation period (?) I attribute the fact that I am rarely 'sick', and via eschewing Mauls and the like, generally: I may have a 'cold' ~ 3 year intervals and a 'flu'-like upset maybe at 5-yr. intervals.
Genes? (Maybe.. Mater and blood relatives I don't recall being sickly either.)
But the early/formative food habits and tastes that form "what you are likely to Want to try later" seem to me to be quite more than incidental.

'Course next week I may come down with Ebola (should I, say: watch a Rush marathon for 24 hours straight?) but wtf.
It IS a crap shoot, that daily chance that a Hummer + its cel-fone manikin shall suddenly v e e r :-0