The muffins were kinda-sorta edible. I made the regular recipe and took those to book club and they were good! :) Tonight we had rice pasta with homemade pesto that met all diet requirements AND was yummy! I'm getting it...
And I bought these AWESOME red boots with my winnings from the casino - as well as some clothes for the kiddos and a new bath mat. See, not so horrible of me!! LOL Steve didn't even notice the boots until the day after Kath was here visiting and Ryan heard me show them to her. So Ryan says, "hey daddy, look at these boots!" and gets them out to show daddy... BUSTED!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
adventures in baking/cooking
As I type there is a batch of wheat-free, egg-free, dairy-free, soy-free, corn-free, potato, tomato, coffee, nut and kitchen sink-free muffins baking in the oven. It's my 3rd try with this pumpkin streusel muffin recipe, I keep messing it up! There are so many options for substitutions for all the regular baking ingredients, I haven't found the magic combo yet. Getting closer though! Does persistence count?
I used to think I was a great cook and baker. I take alot of pride in making lovely nutritious food for my family. But here I am, my pride decimated as I'm feeding them tasteless, weird-textured stuff. Steve and Ryan snuck out to McDonalds 3 (yes, THREE) times this week. The look on Caitlin's face when I spooned the quinoa/rice milk/blueberry breakfast combo into her mouth was priceless! Then she spit it out and smeared it around her face so the hunk of quinoa sticking on her nose looked like a booger. Yum Yum! She is back to the Cheerios while mummy soldiers on with the new food plan. Ryan and Steve both flatly declined to even taste it. And it actually wasn't half bad compared to the millet puffs I ate yesterday! I defy ANY GOOD COOK to make food taste good when you have so many limitations on ingredients!
Despite all that, I'm going to do this. I just need someone to tell me that I CAN, a bit of encouragement. My spouse prefers McDonalds to my cooking, it's in his interests for me to go back to being a good cook with things like wheat, dairy and sugar. But I need to figure out what is causing my digestive system so much distress and I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. But it's harder than I thought it would be. Maybe the brutal PMS and no sleep/sick kids combo wasn't a great time to start this... but then is there ever a good time?? I confess I had 3 sips of coffee with milk in it today. But surprisingly it didn't really taste that great... back to the green tea.
The muffins are out now, Ryan is asking to try one - he says they look good. Wish me luck! :)
I used to think I was a great cook and baker. I take alot of pride in making lovely nutritious food for my family. But here I am, my pride decimated as I'm feeding them tasteless, weird-textured stuff. Steve and Ryan snuck out to McDonalds 3 (yes, THREE) times this week. The look on Caitlin's face when I spooned the quinoa/rice milk/blueberry breakfast combo into her mouth was priceless! Then she spit it out and smeared it around her face so the hunk of quinoa sticking on her nose looked like a booger. Yum Yum! She is back to the Cheerios while mummy soldiers on with the new food plan. Ryan and Steve both flatly declined to even taste it. And it actually wasn't half bad compared to the millet puffs I ate yesterday! I defy ANY GOOD COOK to make food taste good when you have so many limitations on ingredients!
Despite all that, I'm going to do this. I just need someone to tell me that I CAN, a bit of encouragement. My spouse prefers McDonalds to my cooking, it's in his interests for me to go back to being a good cook with things like wheat, dairy and sugar. But I need to figure out what is causing my digestive system so much distress and I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. But it's harder than I thought it would be. Maybe the brutal PMS and no sleep/sick kids combo wasn't a great time to start this... but then is there ever a good time?? I confess I had 3 sips of coffee with milk in it today. But surprisingly it didn't really taste that great... back to the green tea.
The muffins are out now, Ryan is asking to try one - he says they look good. Wish me luck! :)
Monday, September 6, 2010
Fear and loathing in Surrey. (Ok, this is a little extreme of a title...)
I could call this confessions from the dark side...
The other day I set the baby on the floor for a minute after I took her out of her high chair. She ate a bunch of the cheerios off the floor that she had dropped while eating. I let her. then I didn't have to sweep up after her. I would do it again, but Steve won't let me.
I took the UCCB to the casino last month. I won. I pocketed the winnings, I still have them hiding for something special. This I will definitely do again. I haven't told Steve.
I got bitched out at the playground last week, by a drug dealer daddy. His son bolted out the gate of the playground while Ryan was coming in, me with the baby/stroller/bags/etc beside him. I looked around and saw the dad right behind the kid, heading for the door. He said nothing about not letting the kid out, he ignored us fully. It appeared to me that they were leaving and Ryan very politely held the gate for them. Then as the dad walked past me he said something nasty about letting the kid out.
I was afraid to let fly the retort I had ready on the tip of my tongue. He was big, musclebound, tattooed and clearly running a home-based business, I suspect doing some transactions with a few other unsavory characters at the playground. I LOATHE that everytime I take Ryan to a park in Surrey/Langley, there are creepy dudes in cars loitering around... at every playground that has a parking lot. And we live in a 'nice' area of Surrey.
I often wonder, and am saddened by, how it is that we are a society so full of fear. And then I get that nervous, scared feeling in my stomach at a playground, in broad daylight on a weekday and I hustle my son away, even though all he wants to do is play on the tire swing. I know I subscribe to a culture of fear myself. With reason?
My mom used to pick up hitch-hikers. The last time she did it, she saw the young man take a claw hammer out of his coat sleeve and slip it into his bag as she drove away. He had it in his hand the whole time he was in her car. i don't think she does that anymore... A friend and co-worker of mine was murdered by a guy she was dating. She still crosses my mind often, even though she's been gone for more than 15 years. Right now there is some stuff going on in my extended family that strikes fear of another funeral in my heart.
What to do? How to raise kids that aren't full of fear? I will keep pondering that. And share a last thing that I read once and kept because I love it. SOrry, I don't know who wrote it - but it wasn't me.
"Fear is the energy that contracts, closes down, draws in, runs, hides, hoards,harms.
Love is the energy that expands, opens up, sends out, stays, reveals, shares, heals.
Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. Fear clings and clutches all that we have, love gives it all away. Fear holds close, love holds dear. Fear grasps, love lets go. Fear rankles. Love soothes." (Anon)
Now I'm going to hug my boy and read him a good night story. xoxo
The other day I set the baby on the floor for a minute after I took her out of her high chair. She ate a bunch of the cheerios off the floor that she had dropped while eating. I let her. then I didn't have to sweep up after her. I would do it again, but Steve won't let me.
I took the UCCB to the casino last month. I won. I pocketed the winnings, I still have them hiding for something special. This I will definitely do again. I haven't told Steve.
I got bitched out at the playground last week, by a drug dealer daddy. His son bolted out the gate of the playground while Ryan was coming in, me with the baby/stroller/bags/etc beside him. I looked around and saw the dad right behind the kid, heading for the door. He said nothing about not letting the kid out, he ignored us fully. It appeared to me that they were leaving and Ryan very politely held the gate for them. Then as the dad walked past me he said something nasty about letting the kid out.
I was afraid to let fly the retort I had ready on the tip of my tongue. He was big, musclebound, tattooed and clearly running a home-based business, I suspect doing some transactions with a few other unsavory characters at the playground. I LOATHE that everytime I take Ryan to a park in Surrey/Langley, there are creepy dudes in cars loitering around... at every playground that has a parking lot. And we live in a 'nice' area of Surrey.
I often wonder, and am saddened by, how it is that we are a society so full of fear. And then I get that nervous, scared feeling in my stomach at a playground, in broad daylight on a weekday and I hustle my son away, even though all he wants to do is play on the tire swing. I know I subscribe to a culture of fear myself. With reason?
My mom used to pick up hitch-hikers. The last time she did it, she saw the young man take a claw hammer out of his coat sleeve and slip it into his bag as she drove away. He had it in his hand the whole time he was in her car. i don't think she does that anymore... A friend and co-worker of mine was murdered by a guy she was dating. She still crosses my mind often, even though she's been gone for more than 15 years. Right now there is some stuff going on in my extended family that strikes fear of another funeral in my heart.
What to do? How to raise kids that aren't full of fear? I will keep pondering that. And share a last thing that I read once and kept because I love it. SOrry, I don't know who wrote it - but it wasn't me.
"Fear is the energy that contracts, closes down, draws in, runs, hides, hoards,harms.
Love is the energy that expands, opens up, sends out, stays, reveals, shares, heals.
Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. Fear clings and clutches all that we have, love gives it all away. Fear holds close, love holds dear. Fear grasps, love lets go. Fear rankles. Love soothes." (Anon)
Now I'm going to hug my boy and read him a good night story. xoxo
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
