Well, yesterday's prediction for sun, sun, sun was a complete wash out! Good thing I don't work for Channel 6 News or there'd have been a lot of very angry tourists stuck at the stormy beaches!
The pretty morning gave way to grey, forlorn skies and an icky cold rain. The old man was snoring for the rest of the day, too. Bummer. =(
My good friend P is expecting her second baby in the winter and she's in that annoying phase of pregnancy where nothing is working and you're too tired to do anything about it. The blustery day gave me a great opportunity to help her out. Her iron levels have been too low and the only food she's actually got any desire to eat right now is eggs. Time for quiche!
The Great Eggsteak
Starring: Strip Steak McQueen & Cheddar Garnish
Crust:
2 cups whole-wheat flour
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup safflower/olive oil
1/2 cup ice water
In a mixing bowl, blend flour and salt. Stir water and oil together briefly to thicken and then add to the flour mixture. Blend into a dough and press into a 9' pie pan.
Filling:
5-6 eggs
milk (cows, goats, soy, almond)
1 cooked strip steak, finely chopped
1 onion, diced
scallions, thinly sliced
shredded cheddar cheese
feta cheese
ground pepper and salt to taste
basil and thyme to taste
Whip eggs and milk together with seasoning until frothy. Pour into crust. Distribute steak and cheese evenly throughout.
Bake at 400F until top is golden brown and bubbly and filling is firm.
These were a big hit! I made them in muffin tins rather than a big dish to make individual, fun-sized quiche for easy access (also made it a neat treat for her young daughter who thought the 'baby pies' were adorable.)
Behold, my army of quiche!
There's something so nice about baking something hot on a cold, miserable day. I was still stuffed from my massive breakfast (and didn't even touch my nommy salad and apple until almost three o'clock!) so after dropping brunch off at P's house, I came home and curled up with a mug of tea and a good book. Love it!
Today I Am Grateful For: My green Crocs.
I know, I know. Crocs are probably the least fashionable strips of styrofoam out there but they are also the most comfortable garden shoes ever and they are green and I love them. <3>
Breakfast this morning was simple and easy. Big bowl of fruit and one and a half cups of Mean Green. Today's version had spinach, broccoli, celery, Greens 8000, flax seed, chia seed, blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, marionberries, strawberries, apple, almond butter, and soy milk. Yummo.
There's leftover omelette for lunch, which I'll bulk up with some veggies and soy yogurt. As for now, there's a mug of coffee calling my name!
What's your favourite way to spend a rainy day?
Adios!
P.S
Oh, I almost forgot. In an attempt to win the most-random-gift-ever award, my neighbor came over this morning to give me this:
We don't have a wasp problem so I'm wondering if maybe he's got me confused with someone else, but it was a nice gesture, I guess? Haha, I'll have to bake him some cookies or something - maybe honey crisp wafers in the shape of little hornets. ^_^
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Wheaties Got Nothin' on Oz
Good morning, friends! How is your day starting today? Kauai is embracing Tuesday with a lovely, softly sunny, quiet start. There's a hint of coolness in the air from the early-morning rain but if the sky is anything to go by, it'll be hot in a few hours.
Got up early and was so impressed by yesterday's lie-in that I snuggled and stretched and thought early-morning fuzzy thoughts in bed for an hour before I finally set out at six for a run. Last night's impromptu yoga session (in which I finally managed to hold side crow!) left my calves tight and even a hot bath with essential oils before bed didn't seem to help. They were protesting for the first half mile and then... ahhhh, they released. It was the coolest thing, that sudden give in muscle tension and it cheered me up enough to take the long route which winds alongside the main road (which is blessedly unpopulated that early during the surf off-season) and gives a stunning cliff-top view of Hideaways, one of the prettiest, most secret beaches on the North Shore (and one of the best surf spots.) Gorgeous!
As I rounded the bend onto my street, my usual view of the soaring mountains was made even more beautiful by a bright rainbow arching from the valley up into the mists. Such a breathtaking way to start the day.
Something I Am Grateful For On This Tuesday: My shower.
When we redid the master bathroom last year, the one thing I insisted on was a whirlpool tub. The one thing my ex insisted on was a high-pressure open shower with steam jets. His choice was by far the better one - the tub gets used maybe once every couple of months but this baby is my best friend. Thank goodness we got all the material at cost and the labour for free (three cheers for surfer SO's who do eco contracting on the side!)
Such an ambitious morning called for a special breakfast. Apparently special in this house means massive because what started out as 'hey, eggs sound good' turned into 'lets see how much food can fit on this plate'.
An egg-white mmomelette (egg whites, mushrooms, mozarella) topped with hot chili sauce, toasted almond meal muffin with Earth Balance spread and fresh ground peanut butter, and another massive bowl of fruit (cantaloupe, cherries, peach, apples, strawberries, honeydew) topped with organic Australian-style goats milk yogurt and cinny-mon. I'm not sure what makes the yogurt Australian-style; the texture isn't especially thick or creamy, it's essentially like any other yogurt, and it doesn't taste any different. Maybe the goats bleat out "g'day" when they're being milked?
This was definitely case of my eyes being bigger than my tummy; I got through all of the fruit and the almond muffin but only managed about half of the omelette. I guess breakfast tomorrow will be easy! Leftovers are awesome.
What's your favourite way to start the day?
Monday, June 28, 2010
That's one fuuuuuull belly
lt's been a while since I did a real day-in-action photo post and since today was a busy, busy bastard filled with delicious food and a lot of running around, it seems appropriate (and satisfyingly lazy) to do so!
The alarm, as always, went off at five o'clock so that there would be time to fit in a workout before the day really got going; I'd planned on going for a run but lo and behold, when I opened my eyes and the brain fuzz washed away, it was raining harder than I've ever heard it do before on Kauai (no, I didn't actually see the rain; that would have meant getting out of my warm, cozy blanket cocoon.) The coffee machine automatically starts brewing at 4:45 (did you know that even a half-cup of Joe before early-morning cardio can increase your performance by upwards of 25 percent?) and so I lay there listening to the outside symphony and reveling in the comforting smell of Kona beans from the safety of my little piece of memory-foam heaven.
And then at six, it stopped. Which meant there was plenty of time to get that run in.
It was maybe not what I wanted to do anymore. But I dragged myself out, hauled on the workout gear, and slammed out (okay, okay, schlepped is more like it) a decent 2-mile loop through the Hanalei Bay Resort so as to take advantage of their garden pathway's steep inclines and many stairs.
And when I got home, the first of many glorious, glorious darlings met me:
Oh, coffee. You are the truest, most loyal companion. You make even ironing tolerable.
An appointment with my lawyer in town meant that at half-past six, shivering in my skeevies after peeling off my sweaty clothes, I was stuck ironing a ridiculous skirt that refused to dewrinkle fully even after a voracious battle with the steamer. That coffee was the only thing that kept that skirt from being ripped apart stitch by stitch.
Then it was everybody's favourite time: Brekkie! Two poached eggs with peri-peri sauce and a small bowl of apples and peaches. With coffee.
After first breakfast (and more coffee) was finished, I hopped to showering and getting ready. Ah-ha, you've discovered something haven't you? Yes, we are a family of hobbits. We quite often eat two breakfasts - one early (7-ish) and one as we're heading out the door (8:30-ish). To be fair, second breakfast is really the monster that gets us through to snacktime.
You will need this stuff (not pictured is the star ingredient, spinach, because I am a doofus who forgot to grab it for the shot and couldn't be arsed to retake it):
Say hello to my little friend, Mr. Mean Green.
Mean Green Smoothie
2 big handfuls spinach, washed
1 cup mixed berries, fresh or frozen (pictured is a blend of raspberries, blackberries and marionberries)
any other fruit of your liking (today was leftover apples and peaches)
1 Tbsp flax meal
1 scoop Greens 8000
Any additional supplements (usually I add protein powder, but today was Emergen-C, raspberry flavoured)
Soy/almond milk to blend (depends on what consistency you prefer)
Mix all ingredients together in a Vitamix or blender. Pulse until thoroughly combined. Enjoy.
This smoothie is fantastic for getting all sorts of veggies into kids without them realizing it. I'll often put broccoli, beets, kale, etc into it; all they can taste are the berries!
With that powerhouse combo supercharging me, off I plowed into town. Boring meeting with lawyer was boring. Tedious errands at stores were tedious.
There were snacks:
Tomato slices drizzled with a little bit of sesame oil and balsamic vinegar, and a handful of raw almonds and walnuts. (I swear I actually ate this on the road, but I couldn't take a picture while driving so I reconstructed it at home... and then packed it away for tomorrow.)
Lunchtime!
Crimini mushrooms, onion, garlic, bok choy, bean sprouts, baby green tomatoes from the garden, diced hothouse tomato sauteed in cold-pressed safflower oil, sprinkled with Frank's Red Hot, and wrapped up in collard leaves. Green burritos!
... there also may have been a half-glass of smoothie leftover from this morning in the fridge that I also polished off. *cough, cough*
Then it was time to go sleep for a few hours. I chose to do so outside, today.
I rocked out to some Springsteen while I made dinner, which was enjoyed thoroughly out on the porch.
Mixed greens salad with fresh basil vinaigrette, pan-seared asparagus with lemon-herb "beurre" (Earth Balance), and Hunter Baked Mahi-Mahi with roasted onion and mushrooms, topped with fresh, homemade guacamole. And a big ol' glass of H2O, of course.
Dessert was a MASSIVE bowl of fruit; cantaloupe, apples (Red Delicious and Granny Smith), cherries, strawberries, honeydew, all spritzed with fresh lemon juice. Seriously, I thought I was going to explode when I finished this sucker.
And now there is half an hour of yoga to be done, followed by the long-awaited bubble-bath-and-book-reading festival.
The alarm, as always, went off at five o'clock so that there would be time to fit in a workout before the day really got going; I'd planned on going for a run but lo and behold, when I opened my eyes and the brain fuzz washed away, it was raining harder than I've ever heard it do before on Kauai (no, I didn't actually see the rain; that would have meant getting out of my warm, cozy blanket cocoon.) The coffee machine automatically starts brewing at 4:45 (did you know that even a half-cup of Joe before early-morning cardio can increase your performance by upwards of 25 percent?) and so I lay there listening to the outside symphony and reveling in the comforting smell of Kona beans from the safety of my little piece of memory-foam heaven.
And then at six, it stopped. Which meant there was plenty of time to get that run in.
It was maybe not what I wanted to do anymore. But I dragged myself out, hauled on the workout gear, and slammed out (okay, okay, schlepped is more like it) a decent 2-mile loop through the Hanalei Bay Resort so as to take advantage of their garden pathway's steep inclines and many stairs.
And when I got home, the first of many glorious, glorious darlings met me:
Oh, coffee. You are the truest, most loyal companion. You make even ironing tolerable.
An appointment with my lawyer in town meant that at half-past six, shivering in my skeevies after peeling off my sweaty clothes, I was stuck ironing a ridiculous skirt that refused to dewrinkle fully even after a voracious battle with the steamer. That coffee was the only thing that kept that skirt from being ripped apart stitch by stitch.
Then it was everybody's favourite time: Brekkie! Two poached eggs with peri-peri sauce and a small bowl of apples and peaches. With coffee.
After first breakfast (and more coffee) was finished, I hopped to showering and getting ready. Ah-ha, you've discovered something haven't you? Yes, we are a family of hobbits. We quite often eat two breakfasts - one early (7-ish) and one as we're heading out the door (8:30-ish). To be fair, second breakfast is really the monster that gets us through to snacktime.
You will need this stuff (not pictured is the star ingredient, spinach, because I am a doofus who forgot to grab it for the shot and couldn't be arsed to retake it):
Say hello to my little friend, Mr. Mean Green.
Mean Green Smoothie
2 big handfuls spinach, washed
1 cup mixed berries, fresh or frozen (pictured is a blend of raspberries, blackberries and marionberries)
any other fruit of your liking (today was leftover apples and peaches)
1 Tbsp flax meal
1 scoop Greens 8000
Any additional supplements (usually I add protein powder, but today was Emergen-C, raspberry flavoured)
Soy/almond milk to blend (depends on what consistency you prefer)
Mix all ingredients together in a Vitamix or blender. Pulse until thoroughly combined. Enjoy.
This smoothie is fantastic for getting all sorts of veggies into kids without them realizing it. I'll often put broccoli, beets, kale, etc into it; all they can taste are the berries!
With that powerhouse combo supercharging me, off I plowed into town. Boring meeting with lawyer was boring. Tedious errands at stores were tedious.
There were snacks:
Tomato slices drizzled with a little bit of sesame oil and balsamic vinegar, and a handful of raw almonds and walnuts. (I swear I actually ate this on the road, but I couldn't take a picture while driving so I reconstructed it at home... and then packed it away for tomorrow.)
Lunchtime!
Crimini mushrooms, onion, garlic, bok choy, bean sprouts, baby green tomatoes from the garden, diced hothouse tomato sauteed in cold-pressed safflower oil, sprinkled with Frank's Red Hot, and wrapped up in collard leaves. Green burritos!
... there also may have been a half-glass of smoothie leftover from this morning in the fridge that I also polished off. *cough, cough*
Then it was time to go sleep for a few hours. I chose to do so outside, today.
I rocked out to some Springsteen while I made dinner, which was enjoyed thoroughly out on the porch.
Mixed greens salad with fresh basil vinaigrette, pan-seared asparagus with lemon-herb "beurre" (Earth Balance), and Hunter Baked Mahi-Mahi with roasted onion and mushrooms, topped with fresh, homemade guacamole. And a big ol' glass of H2O, of course.
Dessert was a MASSIVE bowl of fruit; cantaloupe, apples (Red Delicious and Granny Smith), cherries, strawberries, honeydew, all spritzed with fresh lemon juice. Seriously, I thought I was going to explode when I finished this sucker.
And now there is half an hour of yoga to be done, followed by the long-awaited bubble-bath-and-book-reading festival.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Soapboxes and Almond Meal
I catch a lot of flack from my mainland friends and family over dietary choices and, more specifically, the dietary choices I make for my spawn. I am that parent: the one that brings carrot sticks and hummus to birthday parties, who hands out organic honey sticks for treats on the weekends, who refuses to go to fast food restaurants and who uses soy butter on bread and almond milk on cereal. According to my older sister (with whom the only shared value we hold is a refusal to get vaccinated or vaccinate our own kids) it's cruel and unusual punishment to feed young'uns organic, local, vegetarian fare without supplementing it with Mars Bars and Cheetos - in my defense, my kids aren't strangers to those concepts. They just know them as ZBars & Bearitos ;)
Am I a food snob? Absolutely. I read labels voraciously and anything with unnecessary added crap stays on the shelves. If sugar is in the first five ingredients, it stays on the shelf. If it's not organic, it usually stays on the shelf (I'm hit and miss with this one, because organic does not equal healthy and sometimes there are perfectly delicious and nutritious foods and snacks that aren't certified.)
Was I always this way? Hell no. I grew up in a large family with not a lot of money. We ate what we got and we didn't really care what was in it. It wasn't until I got older and became more conscientious about what went in my body, how my body used it, and the after-effects, that I started really paying attention to nutrition. It was overwhelming and frustrating and it took a long, long time before I felt comfortable enough to grocery shop with confidence. I don't want that for my kids - they're going to grow up eating good, healthy food and not having to worry about whether or not it's good for them. At any time, they can go into the cupboard, grab a snack, and know that not only is it tasty but it's nutritious. When the time comes for them to fly the coop, it'll be second nature for them to eat a well-balanced, creative, fun, satisfying diet.
If that's cruel, then I'm a tyrant.
What I'm not is delusional. My boys don't live in a bubble. They have friends and get an allowance and they're going to eat fast food from time to time and probably buy real junk food and enjoy it and I hope they do. It's part of growing up. But in my dominion (our house), they'll have access to alternatives. I'm not out to deprive my children: I'm trying to make them thrive. In doing so, I hope they'll make wise choices based on knowledge that they meld into a value system of their own. Kids don't get enough credit - if you present them with a theory, explain it with the facts, and leave them to it, most of the time they'll figure out the value in it (even if it does mean giving up Twinkies and KFC.)
One of the benefits of this has been that they're incredibly curious about food and cooking. My stepson Alex has recently become engrossed with baking and experimenting with different flours. There's something ridiculously endearing when your surfer boy 12 year old leaves a note asking you to pick up garbanzo bean and coconut flour. We cook as a family and everyone gets involved. (Hint: brocolli rabe is not nearly as gross tasting when you help make it as it is when your mom plops it on a plate and tells you to eat it, or else.)
Another common misconception is that I don't feed my kids meat. While I don't see anything wrong with this, it's not true, either. I'm a vegetarian. I love being a vegetarian. If my kids want to be vegetarians, that's fantastic. If they don't, that's great too. For many reasons - economical, environmental, health - I refuse to provide it every day; there's simply no reason to, with the abundance of grains, legumes, fruits and vegetables at our disposal. But when they make the request for it, I try to honor it.
There are, of course, caveats. I am a food snob, remember. ;)
1) It's got to be organic. Non-organic cattle, for example, are allowed to consume, under FDA guidelines, gelatin, fats, oil, grease, tallow, poultry and poultry by-product, rendered pork protein, and rendered horse protein. I'm sorry, but that's just gross. Organic meat, on the other hand, is free of antibiotics, added hormones, and GMO feed. In many cases (though not all), animals bred to be used in organic meats are treated more humanely. And if I'm going to spend the costly dollars for meat, I want the buck to be going to smaller operations who are trying their darndest to do it right, not big-ass factory fatties.
Now I understand, especially now, that it can be hard to buy organic meats. Meat is expensive enough already without adding the extra two-to-three smackaroos that a certified label brings. I'm not judging anyone for anything; this is just something that we do in our household and people can take it or leave it at will. =D
2) This kind of goes along with number one but if it can be bought grass-fed, do it. Grass-fed products are so much lower in fat than their grain-fed counterparts. There's a lot of nutritional talk about the subject but in a nutshell: when it's grass-fed it's lean which means it's actually great for lowering LDL levels (you know, the kind of cholesterol you don't want to have high numbers of), it provides those good fats that you want (yaaay for CLA!), is a much higher source of vitamin E, and tastes amazing! The easiest way to get grass-fed is to buy local, if you can.
3) Put back that bologna, son. Seriously, have you ever read the label for lunchmeat? There's so much crap in it. I was startled to find that even in some of those supposedly 'high-class' brands, like Boars Head, there's a ton of sugar added to a simple slice of turkey. As a general rule I don't get lunchmeat often, unless it's one of those organic brands that doesn't add anything (Applegate Farms is fantastic for that.)
4) If it doesn't taste good, I'm not paying for it. Meat is expensive. Healthy meat is even more expensive. So if we pay the cash for something that meets the other family requirements and it doesn't taste good? It's on the blacklist. Life is too short to eat nasty things, even when "they're good for you" (you hear me, wheatgrass? Because I'm looking at you.)
Pics or it didn't happen, right? Included with the hot dogs and turkey breast are two of my other nemeses, fruit juice and dairy. I love dairy but it doesn't love me - when I do indulge, I want it to be as clean as possible. And fruit juice - well, it's delicious, but have you ever watched a toddler suck back a fruit juicebox? Yeah, ever seen them twenty minutes later? Party central, dude. Thankfully a lot of juicebox companies are getting their act together and greatly reducing the sugar in their products but I'm old-fashioned and still think that fruit juice should just contain the juices from fruits. They're sweet enough as it is. For a treat we keep R.W Knudsen fruit blends in the fridge and stick to my own dad's half-n-half rule: half that glass is water, half that glass is juice.
Here's the bottom line: Everyone is going to make different choices with their kids. There's no right or wrong, there's just different. I'm not judging anyone or their eating habits, just like I don't wish to be judged. Honestly, it's a hard enough job just existing and raising a family to sweat the little details but I do think that it's important to do our best to eat well and honestly and to teach our kids to do the same. That means different things to everyone. So long as folks are trying, s'all good.
I'm going to step off my apple crate now and end with a recipe for some deeeelicious and versatile bread; you can double these measurements and make a regular loaf, you can pan fry it to make little fritter/flatbread-like creations (excellent when done in a nut oil, like walnut), or if you're like me and have problems with portion-size, you can bake them in muffin tins for mini-loaves.
Easy Peasy Almond Bread
2 cups almond flour (if you can't find it in the store, just use a food processor to blend up raw almonds to a fine meal)
4 eggs
1/4 cup yogurt (I like to use plain Greek yogurt for the added protein)
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda (or 2 tsp baking powder, if you don't have baking soda like I discovered when I went to make this tonight)
Am I a food snob? Absolutely. I read labels voraciously and anything with unnecessary added crap stays on the shelves. If sugar is in the first five ingredients, it stays on the shelf. If it's not organic, it usually stays on the shelf (I'm hit and miss with this one, because organic does not equal healthy and sometimes there are perfectly delicious and nutritious foods and snacks that aren't certified.)
Was I always this way? Hell no. I grew up in a large family with not a lot of money. We ate what we got and we didn't really care what was in it. It wasn't until I got older and became more conscientious about what went in my body, how my body used it, and the after-effects, that I started really paying attention to nutrition. It was overwhelming and frustrating and it took a long, long time before I felt comfortable enough to grocery shop with confidence. I don't want that for my kids - they're going to grow up eating good, healthy food and not having to worry about whether or not it's good for them. At any time, they can go into the cupboard, grab a snack, and know that not only is it tasty but it's nutritious. When the time comes for them to fly the coop, it'll be second nature for them to eat a well-balanced, creative, fun, satisfying diet.
If that's cruel, then I'm a tyrant.
What I'm not is delusional. My boys don't live in a bubble. They have friends and get an allowance and they're going to eat fast food from time to time and probably buy real junk food and enjoy it and I hope they do. It's part of growing up. But in my dominion (our house), they'll have access to alternatives. I'm not out to deprive my children: I'm trying to make them thrive. In doing so, I hope they'll make wise choices based on knowledge that they meld into a value system of their own. Kids don't get enough credit - if you present them with a theory, explain it with the facts, and leave them to it, most of the time they'll figure out the value in it (even if it does mean giving up Twinkies and KFC.)
One of the benefits of this has been that they're incredibly curious about food and cooking. My stepson Alex has recently become engrossed with baking and experimenting with different flours. There's something ridiculously endearing when your surfer boy 12 year old leaves a note asking you to pick up garbanzo bean and coconut flour. We cook as a family and everyone gets involved. (Hint: brocolli rabe is not nearly as gross tasting when you help make it as it is when your mom plops it on a plate and tells you to eat it, or else.)
Another common misconception is that I don't feed my kids meat. While I don't see anything wrong with this, it's not true, either. I'm a vegetarian. I love being a vegetarian. If my kids want to be vegetarians, that's fantastic. If they don't, that's great too. For many reasons - economical, environmental, health - I refuse to provide it every day; there's simply no reason to, with the abundance of grains, legumes, fruits and vegetables at our disposal. But when they make the request for it, I try to honor it.
There are, of course, caveats. I am a food snob, remember. ;)
1) It's got to be organic. Non-organic cattle, for example, are allowed to consume, under FDA guidelines, gelatin, fats, oil, grease, tallow, poultry and poultry by-product, rendered pork protein, and rendered horse protein. I'm sorry, but that's just gross. Organic meat, on the other hand, is free of antibiotics, added hormones, and GMO feed. In many cases (though not all), animals bred to be used in organic meats are treated more humanely. And if I'm going to spend the costly dollars for meat, I want the buck to be going to smaller operations who are trying their darndest to do it right, not big-ass factory fatties.
Now I understand, especially now, that it can be hard to buy organic meats. Meat is expensive enough already without adding the extra two-to-three smackaroos that a certified label brings. I'm not judging anyone for anything; this is just something that we do in our household and people can take it or leave it at will. =D
2) This kind of goes along with number one but if it can be bought grass-fed, do it. Grass-fed products are so much lower in fat than their grain-fed counterparts. There's a lot of nutritional talk about the subject but in a nutshell: when it's grass-fed it's lean which means it's actually great for lowering LDL levels (you know, the kind of cholesterol you don't want to have high numbers of), it provides those good fats that you want (yaaay for CLA!), is a much higher source of vitamin E, and tastes amazing! The easiest way to get grass-fed is to buy local, if you can.
3) Put back that bologna, son. Seriously, have you ever read the label for lunchmeat? There's so much crap in it. I was startled to find that even in some of those supposedly 'high-class' brands, like Boars Head, there's a ton of sugar added to a simple slice of turkey. As a general rule I don't get lunchmeat often, unless it's one of those organic brands that doesn't add anything (Applegate Farms is fantastic for that.)
4) If it doesn't taste good, I'm not paying for it. Meat is expensive. Healthy meat is even more expensive. So if we pay the cash for something that meets the other family requirements and it doesn't taste good? It's on the blacklist. Life is too short to eat nasty things, even when "they're good for you" (you hear me, wheatgrass? Because I'm looking at you.)
Pics or it didn't happen, right? Included with the hot dogs and turkey breast are two of my other nemeses, fruit juice and dairy. I love dairy but it doesn't love me - when I do indulge, I want it to be as clean as possible. And fruit juice - well, it's delicious, but have you ever watched a toddler suck back a fruit juicebox? Yeah, ever seen them twenty minutes later? Party central, dude. Thankfully a lot of juicebox companies are getting their act together and greatly reducing the sugar in their products but I'm old-fashioned and still think that fruit juice should just contain the juices from fruits. They're sweet enough as it is. For a treat we keep R.W Knudsen fruit blends in the fridge and stick to my own dad's half-n-half rule: half that glass is water, half that glass is juice.
Here's the bottom line: Everyone is going to make different choices with their kids. There's no right or wrong, there's just different. I'm not judging anyone or their eating habits, just like I don't wish to be judged. Honestly, it's a hard enough job just existing and raising a family to sweat the little details but I do think that it's important to do our best to eat well and honestly and to teach our kids to do the same. That means different things to everyone. So long as folks are trying, s'all good.
I'm going to step off my apple crate now and end with a recipe for some deeeelicious and versatile bread; you can double these measurements and make a regular loaf, you can pan fry it to make little fritter/flatbread-like creations (excellent when done in a nut oil, like walnut), or if you're like me and have problems with portion-size, you can bake them in muffin tins for mini-loaves.
Easy Peasy Almond Bread
2 cups almond flour (if you can't find it in the store, just use a food processor to blend up raw almonds to a fine meal)
4 eggs
1/4 cup yogurt (I like to use plain Greek yogurt for the added protein)
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda (or 2 tsp baking powder, if you don't have baking soda like I discovered when I went to make this tonight)
Blend all ingredients together into a nice batter. Cook as desired (in the oven at 350 until top(s) is golden brown and toothpick comes out clean, or in a frying pan/griddle on the range). Devour and enjoy!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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