I took this photo in hopes of illustrating how I feel about some things currently happening in my life.

When I looked at it I decided I looked angry, or sad, or anything but jubilant and on fire…which is how I feel.

Dub saw it and said “That’s Mama!”  I said “Yup.  What’s she doing?”

I was genuinely curious as to his interpretation.

Know what he said?


Well Dub, you know me so well.  Roaring is exactly what I was doing, I just didn’t know it.

If you read this blog you probably know enough about me to know that I get really excited about Truth when I discover it.  That and I’m kind of a freak show.

I love food, specifically real food.  I have an unnatural obsession with textiles, particularly textiles made from natural fibers like (in order of importance) LINEN, WOOL, COTTON, SILK.  I have too many neutral-toned natural-fiber throw blankets because I am obsessed with them.  I love a good deal, but not at the expense of quality so the hunt for a steal is something I sort of live for.  I get bored very easily.  I spent my entire young life bored, which explains why I did so many totally insane things.  I mean, you have no idea.  I had no fear of the ramifications of my self-destructive tendencies, and yet until now, I have been one of the most frightened people I have ever met.

I know.  I put up a good front, but I have been terrified for most of my life.  Of what?  Whatever horrific thing is on the news or that was on a show or movie, or whatever I can imagine, etc.  My imagination is rude.

Something happened to me recently that has changed my life forever.  I have had an experience with The Holy Spirit.  I didn’t know that I didn’t know, but apparently I have never known Him.  Until now my life has looked like this:

Non-believer age 12-25?

Believer in a God age 25-29

Believer that the Jesus part is significant age 29-31

Believer that Jesus Died for my sins age 31-34

MEETER and now seeker OF JESUS age 34-THE REST OF MY LIFE

I didn’t have any idea that I was so on the fence in my Faith.  The Holy Spirit has introduced himself to me by giving me a glimpse of what it means to have Him communicate with me through my days, and move me into a light of a happiness so complete that human words just cannot explain.  They can’t explain what is waiting for us in Heaven.  They can’t explain the peace of His Presence.  They can’t explain anything of The Spirit to the spirit so The Spirit has to do it.  He is subtle, working gently and strategically on hearts that He has primed and readied.

I am still that young girl willing to jump off of the highest cliff before anyone else, but the fear that ailed me in the silence of my thoughts and ruled most of my life is gone.  I have been relieved of the spirit of fear because I’ve been filled with Faith.  Real Faith.

I was on a literal high for days when this happened.  Then, I crashed.  I didn’t want to crash, I wanted to bask in the feeling I had received forever but I live here on this earth and I guess I have to stay here for a while.  The fear is still gone, which is amazing, but I’m learning that the feeling of His presence that I was given a glimpse of, is what I am going to be seeking for the rest of my life.  It was given to me so I could know why to get down on my knees every single day and seek The Lord (which to be honest, I had never done, until now).

If you don’t know this feeling I’m talking about and you want it (even if you don’t want it, somewhere in your heart you do because it is gosh-darn what you were created for) I can tell you how to get it.

1. Pray to experience the presence of The Lord

2. Read God’s Word every day

3. Seek The Lord in everything you do

I don’t think much before I write, as I’m sure you have noticed.  I hope I am not giving advice that isn’t correct but I have a feeling I’m suppose to write this.

So what is one to do when they are a thrill seeker (whole new meaning to that phrase now) and the thrill is over (even temporarily)?  Delve deeper into the seeking.  Become the freak show He made me to be and focus my life on the advancement of His Kingdom.

If you don’t get it I get it.  I didn’t even know how much I didn’t get until basically just now when I got it.

What an honor it would be to have people remember me as the girl who “loved Jesus so much she was willing to be a complete fool for Him.”


This will come as a surprise to many of you but apparently I am a mere mortal.  I totally failed my juice cleanse and I will fill you in on exactly why that is in a different post soon.  Still juicing daily, just also eating a handful of peanut butter filled pretzels here and there in addition.


Ha. What Did I Say? Fad Diet Called “Bulletproof” Might Actually Be Onto Something.


Remember how in my last post I mentioned that we don’t diet in this family?  We don’t, and quite honestly I have never heard of a fad-diet that I thought was anything but a bunch of hooey, only interested in making money off of unsuspecting and well-intentioned-albeit uninformed-people.  Except, this whole “Bulletproof Diet” that seems to be a big deal might be the first “fad” that I actually kind of agree with.  Not all of it of course, but most.

I happen to understand that some people need a plan to follow.  I went to girls boot camp.  I know how to make a bed properly, and I thrive in extremely regimented conditions, so I identify.  IF you happen to need a plan, the Bulletproof thing might be a great start.

They had me at “butter in your coffee.”  But of course I had to research further.  When I realized the outline of the diet is pretty similar to the way we live in this household I was intrigued.  So, for the record from what I have read so far it seems pretty legit. I am not into legalism so I don’t think mineral sugars are bad, but you know…I love dessert and I don’t find it a problem.  I don’t agree with the no-honey thing.  But again, they are talking diet.  I’m talking lifestyle.

So what did I say in a previous post?


Grass-fed (preferably raw) dairy and meats.



No refined sugar.


No vegetable oils and especially no corn or canola oil.


If you are going to have grains, soak and/or sprout them.


ORGANIC produce.


Coconut oil rules for almost everything.

I’m not a scientist but I like to research.  I’m not a health guru but I know how to take a body from the picture of un-health to a radiant specimen of wellness.  It ain’t hard, just eat real food and…

Just say no to un-food (which, let’s be honest, is basically everything these days.  Take the time to seek out real food by changing where you shop and actually reading ingredient labels.  It becomes fun after the adjustment period, I promise)!


P.S.  And just so we can all have a moment of REAL TALK.  Although I haven’t read the Bulletproof Diet book I agree with the intermittent fasting portion of the diet, because guess what?  The Bible talks about it.  Know what I have found is pretty accurate in terms of what is good for us?  What the Bible says.  After I had Weston my doula (at my behest) blended up parts of my placenta in a shake and gave it to me.  I puked.  My God-fearing midwife, while holding back a bit of laughter, informed me that nowhere in the Bible does it mention humans consuming the placenta after childbirth…so there is probably nothing to it.  Maybe there is…but probably, there isn’t.  Reasoning then leads one to consider that if the Bible does mention it (as in the case of intermittent fasting), there is probably something to it.  Just sayin’.

Pot and Brownies. But Not Pot Brownies.


I might be a stinky hippie but I’m here to let you all down with the exhilarating revelation that I don’t smoke the pot.  Nope, not a pot smoker.  As was the case with many substances over the years, I smoked it plenty but never really liked it.  In fact, for smoking it as regularly as I did (and very often paired with at minimum one or two other substances) I didn’t like it at all. Why then did I smoke it?  I don’t know.  I seriously do not know why I’ve done so much of what I’ve done.

The only reason I’m talking about this is because I was listening to the radio while driving and there was a discussion about how there is this movement in Seattle (since the legalization of marijuana in WA state) to create venues wherein  people can smoke the pot they can now legally procure and possess.  They were naming things like “pot poker games” and “pot picnics” and I just thought “MAN, those people are amazing…so chill and cool and able to interact with other humans whilst being hiiiiiiiiiiiigh.”  I mean it.  The only reason I could ever have a social interaction while stoned was because I was also drinking alcohol (sugar) or snorting something (I’ll spare you the details) that would most certainly be described as an “upper.”  If I ever smoked the pot (yes, I like to put a “the” in front of it because it makes me laugh) alone it was an overly paranoid and totally retarded (please excuse the use of that word this one time) experience.

For example:



(I tried my best in the above photo to re-create the masterpiece)

One of the last times I smoked pot (years ago before the husband and babies) I was alone in my house and I decided I was going to be a painter so I got out some paints and set up a whole painting station and put on some music, and my stoned behind went to TOWN.  It took me at least two hours to paint what amounted to a pretty ugly orange background (on an 8×10 piece of paper mind you) and some JBL speakers (that I was using to record music at that point in my life) and a snail of some kind.  I was pretty darn impressed with it until I woke up the next morning.  I saved it for a long time just so I could remember what a complete idiot I can be.  And that is how I acted alone.  I won’t bore you with the over-the-top awkward awards I have won for my paranoid inability to talk about anything but being stoned, when stoned.  You guys, you would think it was my first time every time.

Anyway, some people smoke it, some people eat it (oh God the stories I could share) and some people shun it entirely because they have grown the EFF up and gotten a life full of brain activity.  Yeah, no judgement if you are a total pot head or anything (but totally judgement).

So brownies.

These brownies do not contain pot or any mind altering chemical whatsoever and thank God because they don’t need it.  You will binge eat them without the munchies.


The best thing about these brownies is that they are lightning fast to whip up.  That and they make me want to strip down to my skivvies and do a happy dance.


Heat a stainless steel bowl over a sauce pan of gently boiling water and add the butter, chocolate and cocoa.  Stir until the chocolate is almost entirely melted and then remove from heat.

Whisk in the eggs, vanilla and salt until combined.  Then stir in the flour and pour (or scoop) batter into an 8×8 inch baking dish.  I use parchment paper because I’m lazy, but it really is just as easy to butter and flour the pan.  I think I’m cutting corners when I’m not because I’m totally missing brain cells from all of the…pre-legalization of pot activity I’ve partaken in.


Bake at 350 for about 25 minutes.


Let cool for like a second and then slice ’em up.


Pretend you just smoked a bowl of the dankest shyte this side of the Canadian border, and scarf those babies down like you mean it.

You cannot accomplish the task of taking down the whole pan (with your husband of course) without a couple of glasses of milk each, I assure you, so do yourself a favor and get some grass-fed whole fat goodness and try, just try to be cool like me.

Peace, love, and just say no to pot brownies.

Virgin Brownie Recipe (adapted slightly from SMITTEN KITCHEN)

3oz chocolate

2TB cocoa powder

1 1/3c coconut sugar, rapadura, sucanat (OR 1c grade b maple syrup)*

2 large eggs

1tsp vanilla extract

1/2 tsp mineral sea salt

2/3c flour of choice (you could use spelt, sprouted wheat, or even a mix of one with some all-purpose flour, but if you use all-purpose make sure it is sparingly and that you buy a brand that is local and non-gmo)

Heat oven to 350.

On top of a double boiler melt butter, chocolate, and cocoa.  Once almost all the pieces of chocolate are melted remove from heat and stir in the eggs, vanilla, salt and then flour.  Pour into an 8×8 inch baking dish and smooth out the top.  Bake for 25 minutes or so and then EAT.

*Using different sugars will result in a different consistency to the brownie, but I think you should make these at least as many times as there are kinds of healthy sugars, so there.  I added cocoa to the recipe which Mr. H. likes, but without is just as delightful.  Get crazy with it.



You Don’t Have To Know How To Cook To Eat Well.

Inspired by a vlog that Mama Natural posted recently (which I cannot seem to locate at the moment) I decided to take some totally unplanned pictures of a super fast meal I cooked to show you that eating healthily is not only easy, it’s pretty speedy too.  You have to know a few things, of course, but other than what I will share with you here, you really don’t need to know much about cooking to make a delicious and nutritious meal for your family.

Here we go.


6:01pm is not exactly planning ahead when your man gets home at 6:30pm.  Not to fear!  I have thawed meat and random veggies that I can make into something.  After a cursory look, I am saddened to find no potatoes, as they are always acceptable as a side with steak (at least for my cowboy of a husband), but I did find some polenta in the pantry, (which leads me to my next point which is that I have some tricks for stocking a pretty useful pantry that I will post in the near future) and that is totally cool because toddlers love them some crispy polenta.


If you are wondering why this sirloin says not for sale it is because we save money on our grass-fed meat by buying 1/4 to a full cow at a time and keeping it in our huge freezer.  It’s actually pretty bad-ass in terms of convenience to do it that way.  (Btw if you have never read my previous posts on cussing, ASS is not cuss-they say it on the radio.)

I like to bring a steak to room temp before grilling.  I take it out, pat it dry, season generously with salt and pepper and let sit for at least 30 minutes.


Next I prep my vegetables.  I learned from Mr. H. the order in which to cook foods.  I literally knew NOTHING when we first met, and honestly don’t know how I survived so long in this world.  But anyway, there is an order to things as far as the density of vegetables goes and I shall enlighten you here.



If you are using potatoes or polenta, heat a pan with oil and butter and get those going first.  They need to cook the whole time you do other stuff.

As you can see I’m working with the end of week supplies so what I make is entirely contingent upon what I have leftover.


Chop chop chop.

Heat a cast iron skillet (more and more I am exclusively using cast iron.  They are beautifully seasoned and nothing ever sticks.  I LOVE them), because the non-stick kind is bad-bad.

A few tablespoons of sunflower oil (not canola folks; if you don’t know why it’s because canola is literally Canada Oil and due to an agreement with the FDA some years ago they have successfully worked a rancid oil not fit for human consumption into almost every recipe book and food blog in this country under the guise of “flavorless” and “healthy” when it is anything BUT…all because it is a super cheap and a genetically altered crop), and of course a couple of tablespoons of grass-fed butter until melted, on medium.


Onions and carrots first until soft and translucent.  Then I make a little well and add the garlic.  Spread it around and wait until you just smell it’s loveliness.  Wait maybe 20 more seconds to “sweat” it and then add your other ingredients.



For me this was kale, which gets added before the spinach as it is thicker and needs a bit more time.  Sally Fallon says that thicker greens such as kale need to be cooked so as to help the digestive system break them down.  I get that.  I used to eat kale raw a lot-and although I still do at times, I now make sure to massage salt and oil into it first.  Helps the gut.


Add the spinach.


A peak over at the polenta.  I mostly keep a splash guard over this pan.


Once the veggies are finished add more oil if needed and throw on that steak.  Nice and hot is the name of the game with steak so don’t fear the smoke.  Also, I find that the lovely crust comes from the drying/peppering/and oiling of the nice and hot pan.  As far as steakhouse steaks go, this oiling and heating idea comes from there.  Very often they will finish the steak in the oven, but I just cook the whole thing on the stove, as we like ours med-rare.


The polenta draining on some paper towels.


Dinner on the table. (The steak is cut because Dub and I just eat the end off of Mr. H’s steak; I find that is plenty for us.)


The husband arriving home at…


A little late, and good thing when you consider that I took about a 10-15 minute break to change a diaper and take some pics of this babe:


I didn’t consider dinner until way too late, I used what I had on hand, and this is what I got in return:


I am way too blessed for the way I’ve lived my life, but I’ll take it.

Now go make some real food.




We wanted dessert so I made molasses spice cookies while dada gave dub a bath and bam: happiness.





You can find the recipe HERE.  The only changes I made were that I used sprouted flour, and fresh ginger instead of dried.

Happy eating y’all.


Life Is Pretty Exciting. Meet My Sister.


Her name is Tory but I call her Wist.  She calls me Wist too so it can get confusing but if you know who is talking you can pretty much determine who is being referenced.  We have always been really close and although we sound almost identical when we speak we are pretty much opposites.  Until recently (as in the last few years) we were not at all on the same page with nutrition, however that has changed drastically and along with the changes we have made to our diets we have experienced incredible changes in our bodies and with our heath.

The reason I’m blogging about this is that we have decided to start a new venture together.  We are in the very beginning stages of something exciting and I want to get some feedback about it.  Doing something health-focused has always been my dream.  There are some people who always need to be taking a class, expanding their minds, traveling, learning…I am one of those people, so the thought that each new chapter in life can offer an exciting new adventure is super cool.

Part of our goal is to teach people how to “healthify” (for lack of a better word) their lives.  We want to share with people how to purge their pantry and shop more conscientiously for food that will actually nourish their bodies.  Wist works as an overseer/coordinator for a local business that is very into health and real food and supplements and weight loss so she knows a thing or two about this.  We want to teach people how to make healthier choices even if they don’t have a lot of time to dedicate to food prep.  Another thing we want to address is the big lie that we have all been fed about food.  Dr. Oz actually recently had a program about how it turns out it is actually okay to eat an egg a day, despite what we have been told about cholesterol.  I like him and think he is pretty open-minded, and this is just one example of how behind we all are in revealing to the world the BIG LIE.  You guys, the cholesterol study was a joke, and you had better eat more than one egg a day.  With butter…but I digress.

Food is just one aspect of what we want to address with our new venture.  Of course I am all over that bed-overhaul you have planned.  In need of healthy bed and bedding?  Duh, I’m your gal.

What we want to know from you is, what would you like most to learn?  A weeks worth of easy recipes?  How to properly interpret food labels?  How to order food when you are out?  How to enjoy the richness and deliciousness of food, never feeling like you are on a diet again, while losing weight?

I know because I have lived this.  Wist knows because she teaches this daily.  Let us share with you.  Leave comments, or email me, or phone me if you have my number.  Tell us what you want to learn.


The Three Month Belly Shot. And The Lotion That Saves You From Stretch Marks.


Well there it is.  The belly.  And check this out, I was lying on my back waking up slowly the other morning when I felt something in my belly that was different from a gas bubble.  It actually caused me to put my hand on my lower abdomen to see what it was.  Oh man.  It was the rounded spine of my little tiny baby!  Later on in pregnancy a rounded spine is very apparent and so since I’ve experienced it before I knew it when I felt it!  My little egg sized baby was moving around in there and I could actually feel it in my belly and with my fingers!  So cool.  I can honestly say that until that moment the pregnancy (even with all the sickness and fatigue) wasn’t real to me yet.


And let me introduce to you the lotion that may actually save you from stretch marks.  Weleda Skin Food (I buy it at Super Supplements).  It is AH-MAZING.  I began using it a couple of times a day starting around 5 or 6 months into my pregnancy with Weston and let me tell you, this stuff is oily.  It doesn’t go away.  It soaks in but there is still so much oil you know it is doing its job.  It ain’t cheap, but it’s natural and it’s pure and it works.  Of course diet plays a very important role in the moisture content of your skin so don’t just avoid that aspect of pregnancy health and try to band-aid a problem.  Drink tons of water and make sure you are eating real food, sans pesticides.  And just as a little tip, if you want a skin-super-food get some pasture-fed gelatin and eat it every single day.  I put it in my shakes, but yesterday I made real juice jello with it and now I will never need to get botox.  It’s collagen.  It’s straight-up collagen.  Here is where to get it from a company that humanely raises their pastured cows: Great Lakes Gelatin.  If you do not yet know why it is important to eat beef and dairy products from grass-fed cows please read THIS.


For a while there when Weston was younger he had some pretty bad eczema.  Nothing I did seemed to relieve it.  I was nervous to try the Weleda because I thought it may be too much for his little baby skin.  I took him to his pediatrician and he said to use Eucerin and several other name brand lotions.  I tried.  Nothing.  Days of applying what the doctor ordered and things just seemed to get worse.  I know enough to know that Lubriderm and lotions like that are not good and that they hardly moisturize because-how could they with all the added scents and chemicals? but I thought maybe the doc knew something I didn’t.  Then I just decided to try the Weleda.  It took two days of applying twice a day and what had been about 5 months of dry and flaky and beginning to crack skin was restored to perfect baby skin condition.

I am a believer.  Regarding stretch marks however, sometimes they just happen and the most important thing to do if you get them is to tone your abs.  I saw a picture of this super sexy abdomen with stretch marks and it said something about a tiger earning her stripes.  I thought that was rad.  How true is that?  Anyway, as my mama always said “Moisturize moisturize moisturize!”

Pregnancy Food Obsessions.


(For those of you waiting with bated breath for the final bed reveal and part 3 of Is Your Bed Bad For You? I promise it is coming, but there was a slight hiccup along the way.  I will explain a little more when I post those pictures, but for now just ruminate on the possibility that God may have something to teach me in every trench and on every mountain peak.  Too cryptic?  Okay, basically something horrific happened to our brand new down comforter and it is being replaced.  I know.  I KNOW.)

Onward and upward.  Let’s talk about pregnancy and food.

Most of you know I’m a foodie.  What that means to all of you I don’t know, but to me it means I geek over food, I cannot abide un-food, and I will passionately (and probably overwhelmingly) share with you all I know.  The first three months of this pregnancy I couldn’t do food, and that was sad.  Now that I’m out of that phase I am very clear about what I want.  Bagels and lox.  That’s it.  That is all I want in the entire world (plus sleep) and if I get it I am like a little girl getting a Barbie corvette.  Geekin.’


Say what you will about the danger of smoked salmon when pregnant, I will refer you to my midwife who says that the danger is remote, and now I welcome you to all pregnancies after the first one where I was totally paranoid and freaked out about every. little. thing.  I am not careless, mind you.  I am just overtly aware of all the fear mongering out there.  I consider all the amazing things in salmon I am giving the baby so much more powerful than the remote risk that smoked salmon holds.  Now, I’ve quit drinking raw milk.  I’m no longer messing with pre-existing bacteria even though I’m sure good will prevail.  I do indulge in a small cup of coffee a day.  Shoot me.  When I was down in Mexico a hostess was surprised that I was okay with a little coffee.  She informed me that her doctor told her that she should avoid that and only allow herself a tiny bit once a week at most.  I respect that.  I couldn’t help but wonder if that same doctor highly recommended dosing her full of pain meds the moment she went into labor so his manliness wouldn’t have to helplessly hear her scream.  Too harsh?  (ps I have no judgement on taking drugs during labor, believe me, I’m merely speaking to the hypocrisy of that doctor.)  Anyway, you get what I’m saying.  We all have our own way of doing things and short of putting your little unborn baby in peril, I think it’s okay if we have different opinions.  Thanks for indulging my rants.


So yeah, chop up some fresh dill and put it in your cream cheese.  Toast a bagel.  Spread the cream cheese on there.  Top with smoked salmon and capers and voila!



What else do I need lately?  Mexican food.  Can’t find any acceptable Mexican in this town-NO idea why, but I’ve resorted to just making it myself.  I will post soon on our impending Mexican fiesta complete with my favorite pico de gallo recipe.  I can’t stomach my famous sourdough bread, and oddly, I cannot stomach too much butter.  I am not even myself lately it’s so strange.  I have been having a load of trouble sleeping, probably because I’m pregnant so I’ve had to resort to researching a healthy diet for sleep.  Last night I ate a container of full fat greek yogurt with honey from Trader Joes and dude.  DUDE.  It was delicious AND it made me sleep like a rock.  Dairy products contain tryptophan and when coupled with a carbohydrate or honey, they aid in sleep.  My new absolute necessity before bed is that mix, until I overdo it to the point I can no longer hear its name spoken without gagging.  That will happen as it has with every food obsession during this pregnancy so far.

Coming up a three month belly shot, Part 3 of the Is Your Bed Bad For You? series, and food.  Lots. More. Food.


Blueberry Orange Sprouted Pancakes


I bake a lot more than I post.  Thank God.  Some of that is because I simply cannot muster the energy to grab the camera, and some of it is because there is a lot of “flopping” that happens in my kitchen.  They are edible flops, but they flop nonetheless.  These pancakes are a rare and exceptional treat in that they never flopped (although they did indeed flap-har har) and they were perfection the very first time.  Pancakes are generally pretty good.  Sprouted flour or soaked pancakes are best because you know they are healthiest, but sprouted flour can have a grainy texture that I only tolerate.  These pancakes did not have that grainy texture, and they were moist, and they were flavorful, and dang, they were delicious.


I found this recipe on The Nourishing Gourmet and changed very little.  I didn’t have lemons, I added freshly ground flax, and I incorporated some heavy whipping cream because, well, I can.


As always, your final product is determined by the quality of the ingredients you choose.  I am blessed to have some little ladies laying eggs in the backyard, so if you can, choose pastured (not just free-range) eggs.  Grass-fed butter, grass-fed milk (we are now drinking pasteurized grass-fed whole milk instead of raw, just for the duration of the pregnancy.  I was taking Sally Fallon’s advice and drinking quarts of raw milk a day, but then I had a convo with Dub’s pediatrician and became convinced of the “better safe than sorry” mentality.  That might be the only way I am more regimented this pregnancy over the first.  I’ll do a post on subsequent pregnancy relaxation soon), real minerals-still-intact sugar sources, unrefined salt, organic fruit, aluminum-free rising agents…you get the picture.  All of this truly does affect the taste, but most importantly, the way you feel after you eat (feel, nourish your body, look, etc).



Blueberry Orange Sprouted Pancakes (adapted from The Nourishing Gourmet)

1.5c sprouted flour (I used wheat)

2T coconut sugar

1.5tsp baking powder

1/2tsp mineral sea salt

1 1/4c grass-fed whole milk

1/4c grass-fed heavy whipping cream

3T melted butter

2 large eggs (or whatever size eggs your particular chickens decided to lay that day)

zest from one orange

1/2-3/4c blueberries (I quickly thawed some frozen ones under warm running water)

toppings (we use copious amounts of butter and grade b maple syrup to taste)

Mix dry ingredients.  Melt butter in a pan and add it to the milks, eggs and zest.  Add dry until just combined, then fold in the blueberries.  I like to use cast iron for so many reasons.  Do it, it’s best for you and imparts lovely flavor.


Also, you kind of have to have bacon with pancakes.  The bacon we cooked this morning looks thin like normal big-chain grocery store bacon, but I assure you it is local and beyond organic.




These pancakes are awesome just as I made them, but the beauty of knowing a little about ingredients is that you can substitute whatever you have on hand.  Don’t have blueberries?  Use some other berry.  Don’t have butter?  Use coconut oil.  Don’t have sprouted wheat?  Use spelt, or kamut, or…?  Sprouted flour is rad because I don’t have to prepare the grains a minimum of 12 hours ahead of time by soaking them.  I can be spontaneous and still have the digestibility of having soaked grains.  Beyond that, sprouting a grain makes it more similar to a vegetable than a grain.  Do this and feel good about it.


Go to your local health food store and buy a big bag of  sprouted flour and start baking with it.  You will notice you are having an easier time digesting your baked goods, and you will probably lose weight, but you have to use a ton of grass-fed butter, of course.  Then you will totally lose weight.


Orange Raisin Muffins. And Why Pregnant Women Shouldn’t Be Allowed To Vote.


Let’s start with the topic of pregnant women voting.  No, I am not referring to political elections (although that is probably the case), I am speaking purely of anything to do with food.  I read an article a few years ago about two prominent chefs who engage in a friendly yearly paella competition.  For those of you who don’t know, paella is a Spanish seafood and rice dish traditionally made with octopus ink.  Sounds yuck.  Is yum.  Anyway I can imagine it is a thrill to be involved in and an honor to be a judge (which consists mainly of their close friends).  I bet they are able to really let the creative juices flow, adding a touch of this or that for interest and change.  As a non-pregnant judge I would be like “mmmm…just a dash of that fennel really plays off the blah-blah and adds to the blah…” right?  As a pregnant judge this would be the (not so silent or subtle) chatter coming from my end of the table “Oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH what IS that??  Uh, no no no, I can’t do whatever that is, it’s…oh my GAWD Ugchtch!” (which is how I type a gagging sound.  Just so you know I literally gagged just now imaging whatever that horribleness would be.)

So yeah, we’re gonna have another baby!

I’m psychotic and sick and those are my excuses for not being here for a month.  I have part 2 of my Is Your Bed Bad For You? post.  I wanted to share with you a bit of how sick I have been first.  It seems right to complain about it since I’ve had to go through it and it has been HORRIBLE.  I would rather suffer a mortal flesh wound than be unable to eat or smell or do anything due to unbelievable nausea 24/7.  Okay maybe not mortal, but a flesh wound.  I would have 10 babies sans drugs rather than suffer 6+ weeks of nausea.  Maybe.  Now I’m just being dramatic, but it feels so right.  I am pregnant after all.  Add to the sickness a needy and seriously active toddler?  Wow.


One morning Jae tried to drink my juice and I cried because it was MY juice, but promptly stopped when he poured his own glass.  I told him he could have it and that I didn’t want it anyway.  Crazy pants.

So this day and this post is a celebration of feeling somewhat normal.  My entire last month has been survival.  No screen time at all for me.  I even had my phone on airplane mode most of the time because I was convinced it was emitting a signal that contributed to my nausea (which could possibly be true I guess?).  When Dub slept I slept.  Down every night at 7:30 just to avoid being conscious for the queasiness.  Today I woke up craving a muffin.  Not just any muffin, but a healthy and flavorful and moist muffin that would make all my dreams come true.  One thing a pregnant woman has going for her in the food judging department is that she knows exactly what sounds right (and of course wrong).  As I read through recipes I KNEW when I found the one.  I adjusted a few things, as I do, but I swear to you these muffins will make you happy.  Screw therapy or new love.  Make these muffins.


(Slight disclaimer:  I haven’t used wheat in this house for a long time, but I am pregnant and I have sprouted organic wheat flour so I made an exception.  Wheat is bad, probably all hybridized and tampered with-even the organic-unless you use ancient wheat like spelt or einkorn, but sometimes you bake exception-muffins because you are baking a baby in your belly.)

Orange Raisin Muffins (adapted from here)

1c plust 2 tablespoons kamut, spelt, or oat flakes (I used kamut)

1/3c chopped walnuts (mine were already pre-soaked and dehydrated but raw would be fine here)

1c sprouted whole wheat flour

3/4c organic all-purpose flour (mine is local which makes me feel better)

1/3c flax meal(*see note)

2tsp baking powder

1/2tsp baking soda

1/4tsp mineral sea salt

2 pastured eggs

2/3c coconut sugar

3/4c buttermilk (**see note)

1/2c fresh squeezed orange juice

1/4c sunflower oil

2Tbsp freshly grated orange zest

1tsp vanilla extract

3/4c raisins

*Flax goes rancid quickly so buy whole seeds and grind them fresh.  I grind a tupperware container at a time and keep the ground in the fridge and the whole seeds in the freezer.

**I never buy buttermilk because the only kind I can find is dairygold or something horrendous and it is always low-fat (yuck) so I just make it.  For every cup of buttermilk called for in a recipe add 1Tbsp lemon juice to 1c whole milk and wait 5 minutes for it to curdle.  Bam.  Buttermilk.

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.  Coat or line 12 muffin cups.

Spread 1 cup kamut and the walnuts on two separate baking pans and bake 4-6 minutes for the nuts and 8-10minutes for the kamut.  Let cool.

Mix together your dry ingredients: sprouted wheat, all-purpose, flax, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.

Whisk together the eggs and coconut sugar until smooth.  Whisk in buttermilk, orange juice, oil, orange zest, and vanilla.  Add to the dry ingredients and mix until just combined.  Fold in raisins and the toasted kamut and nuts.  Scoop the batter into the prepared muffin cups.  Sprinkle tops with the 2 tablespoons of remaining kamut.  Bake until the tops are golden brown and a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.  The original recipe said 15-25 minutes.  Mine took 19.

I’m not going to tell you to let them cool because I can’t imagine you are able to do that.  I burned my hands and my mouth but it was totally worth it.  The burns could have been worse but I slathered so much grass-fed butter on there I had a barrier.

Don’t forget the butter.  Grass-fed butter.  Kerrygold is an honored member of this family.


Stay tuned for part 2 of the Is Your Bed Bad For You? post and a ton of posts on how I do pregnancy.  It will be a whole lot of awesome, and probably some TMI.


EASY Gluten-Free Almond/Peanut Butter Cookies


These cookies are too easy to be this good.  Easy is the best when you are trying to clean up toddler messes and make dinner, and do household chores, and the list goes on.  Another beautiful thing about them is that they are refined-sugar free.  For those of you who don’t know, we do not eat refined sugar in this house.  We used to feed our water kefir with organic cane sugar, but after a while even that small amount became too much.  Now we just use grade b maple syrup (Trader Joe’s has the most affordable kind, although it is not organic; about every other time I splurge on the $30 organic bottle), honey, or coconut sugar.  I used coconut sugar in this recipe.

They are not just gluten-free, they are flourless.  I was doing a lot of alternative flours there for a while but found that I wasn’t happy with having to use so many ingredients to achieve the spring in baked goods.  Something that starts out as being healthy (lack of wheat) ended up seeming…not quite healthy.  Xanthan this and guar that.  I like this recipe because it’s simple and it’s truly like a peanut butter cookie.


I found the recipe for this HERE, but of course I did not use cane sugar, and I had about 1/2c each of almond and peanut butter so I mixed the two.  It turned out perfect, in my opinion.  The thing is, even if your peanut butter is organic, most likely the peanuts were grown in soil that leaves much to be desired.  Peanuts will grow in anything, and very often, are grown in nutrient depleted soil.  For this reason it really is best to eat almond butter (although almonds have their own drawbacks-one being that it is all but impossible to find truly RAW almonds these days), but I’ve just never warmed to the taste of almond butter.  Peanut butter is just…better.

Gluten-Free Almond/Peanut Butter Cookies:

1/2 c almond butter

1/2c peanut butter (choose organic peanut butter, just trust me)

2/3c coconut sugar

3/4tsp baking soda

1 large pastured egg

1/8(ish) tsp salt

1/2tsp vanilla extract


Preheat oven to 350.  Mix almond/peanut butters, coconut sugar, and baking soda until combined.  Add egg, salt and vanilla extract until mixed in.  Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and roll dough into small ball shaped…balls (I tried to avoid saying that) .


Press down in an x-shape with the tines of a fork.


Bake in preheated oven for 10 minutes.


And voilà.  Fast. Easy. Delicious.

Make these for yourself, and for your baby, and for your other baby.  Dub was curious and even seemed a bit skeptical…


Then he looked at me like this.


I love handing him a cookie knowing it has nothing but minerals, healthy fats, and nutritious eggs.

Also, I’ve started my post on non-toxic bedding and I have so much information it’s silly.  I can’t wait!