Category: Eating

  • Jars of Candy Cane Cocoa: An Easy Gift to Make with Kids

    This post is for letter “J” in the 2016 ABCs of Homeschooling Through the Holidays series on Life of a Homeschooling Mom. Click here to see all posts.

    It is HARD to stick to the lesson plan when the holidays are in full swing. Sometimes I’m so preoccupied with Christmas planning that days come up where I suddenly realized that it’s 11 o’clock and we haven’t done any school yet. Has anyone even eaten breakfast? Christmas cookies? Those have eggs in them, right? Sometimes?

    On those frazzled days, it’s nice to throw lesson plans out the window and do a fun activity with the kids instead. Especially if that activity results in beautiful gifts to share with friends and can be documented in the homeschool agenda as a lesson. Like making a delicious hot chocolate mix from scratch, as an example. It’s the perfect Christmas gift to make with your kids.

    Making mixes is so easy and SO tasty. And so homeschooly, too, because I make my kids double and half the recipe, based on the size of the mason jars that we find. Math lesson? Done.

    Head on over to Life of a Homeschool Mom to find the recipe and ways that you can up the schooliness while you do it. Or just make it for yourself and stash it in your secret drawer of mom treats. I won’t tell.

     

     

     

  • A Recipe for Easy Gluten-Free Waffles

    Waffles. I think they’re pretty much the best invention ever. And for some reason, they taste even better on a Sunday afternoon.

    I love that waffles are quick and easy to make but still feel completely decadent, especially when you complete them with real maple syrup, fresh fruit and homemade whipped cream. Last week I topped my waffles with sliced nectarines; the week before it was blueberries — or was it raspberries from the garden? It’s so hard to keep track of my gluttony.

    Gluten-Free Waffles

    We’ve been making waffles weekly for years now — well before we switched my eight-year-old to a gluten-free diet. I thought at first we would have to give up waffles for good, but to our surprise, gluten-free waffles are just as easy to make and every bit as delicious as wheat flour ones.

    We use Bob’s Red Mill Gluten-Free All Purpose Baking Flour almost exclusively. It just works for us. We’ve experimented with other flour blends — both homemade and store-bought — but I keep coming back to this mix for a few different reasons:

    • it’s easy to find at a variety of stores;
    • it can replace regular flour at a 1:1 ratio;
    • it tastes great when it’s properly baked; and
    • it doesn’t include rice flour as an ingredient (something I worry about using too much, given that rice can contain arsenic.

    For some reason, a few of my gluten-free friends do not share my love of this flour. They complain about a strong bean flavour, but I only ever get that yucky taste when the baked goods are underdone. The key is to bake everything until it’s golden brown — oh, and do not eat the cookie dough raw.  You’ve been warned.

    We use Bob’s Red Mill Gluten-Free All Purpose Baking Flour in gluten-free waffles, pancakes, cookies, cakes, brownies, breads, tooth-free biscotti, muffins and loaves. And we have never gotten a complaint from anyone, whether they usually eat gluten-free or not. But then again, my husband is a pretty talented baker.

    Me? I’m more of an utilitarian baker. I can’t be bothered to pre-chill mixing bowls or sift the flour or do any of the things that my husband swears by. He calls it “love”; I call it “a ridiculous waste of time”. Yes, his baking turns out better — but mine turns out faster, and when you have three hungry kids that want to eat, fast beats fluffy, right?

    There are two waffle recipes that we like — my husband usually follows the fussier one and I usually pick the more simple one. Both are adapted from recipes found in the book Where’s Mom Now That I Need Her, which my husband received as a Christmas gift a couple years after we were married. (Ummm… thanks?)

    Despite the unfortunate title, I do love the recipe section. The recipes all pretty basic but surprisingly tasty — the kind of recipes you’d expect to find in your grandmother’s sauce-splattered recipe box or a church’s fundraising cookbook. And sometimes a basic recipe is exactly what you need.

    Like this waffle recipe…

    To make these easy gluten-free apple waffles, you will need the following:

    1 cupMilk
    2 tspLemon Juice
    1 cupBob’s Red Mill Gluten-Free All Purpose Baking Flour (or regular flour)
    1/2 tspXanthan Gum (not required if you use regular wheat flour)
    1 tspBaking Powder
    1/4 tspBaking Soda
    1/4 tspSalt
    1Egg, lightly beaten with a fork
    1Apple (medium-sized)
    Oil for greasing the waffle maker

    1. Combine the milk and lemon juice in a small bowl and let it sit for a few minutes so that the milk sours, making a faux buttermilk. Or I guess you could use real buttermilk, if you already have it in the house.

    2. Mix the dry ingredients in a medium-to-large bowl. Or enlist an adorable one-year-old to do the mixing for you. Feel free to take pictures because you can’t handle the cuteness.

    3. Shred your apple with a grater – I usually aim for somewhere between 1/2 to 1 cup. I always peel the apple first so that it disappears into the waffle batter better. Goodness knows my kids won’t eat something contaminated with an unidentified speck. They just don’t get that “rustic” vibe.

    4. Add the egg, the sour milk,and the shredded apple to the dry ingredients and mix. The recipe in the book calls for 2 tbsp of butter too, but melting butter  just crosses my laziness-threshold, so I skip it. Please don’t tell my husband.

    5. Before each waffle, you might want to grease the griddle, especially if your waffle maker is old and prone to sticking. I use a silicone pastry brush to paint olive oil across the surface. Careful though — it can splatter back at you. Stupid oil.

    6. Pour some batter into your waffle maker and let it cook. I set our waffle maker’s dial to the middle — low enough that the waffles are soft but high enough to ensure they’re cooked through.

    We have a new waffle maker that I don’t love, so I can only assume that it will last forever. Man, I miss our Belgium-style one though. Oh well. This guy is happy either way.

    Oh, they’re coming, darling, they’re coming. Let me make up some fresh whipped cream first in the Blendtec. Yeah, life is good.

    I wish I had a whole stack of these — you know, for photography purposes. I guess that’s what separates professional food bloggers from tired mothers that just got back from church with three cranky kids that WANT FOOD RIGHT NOW. Except that my kids suddenly don’t want them because “we had those last week”. Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with that. Did they even see the homemade whipped cream? “EW GET IT OFF MY PLATE!!” Yup, they saw the homemade whipped cream. Sigh.

    But your family will love them, I promise. Because waffles are amazing.

    Or just come to my house on a Sunday afternoon and eat them with me — I know my kids would be happy to share.


    This post has been shared at Thank Goodness It’s Monday at Nourishing Joy.

  • How Do You Know If Your Child Should Be Gluten-Free?

    Disclaimer: the following post is about our personal experience – I’m always happy to share our story with others. However, the contents of this post are not intended to offer medical advice, diagnose health problems or suggest treatments. This post is not a substitute for medical care provided by a licensed and qualified health professional. 

    “There is more risk than benefit to a gluten-free diet for people — especially children — who haven’t been diagnosed with celiac disease or wheat allergy, according to the Journal of Pediatrics.”
    (Gluten-free isn’t healthy choice for most children, pediatrician says)

    Articles like this one make me feel so angry. And confused. And guilty. Basically all the feelings.

    My daughter River has been gluten-free for two and half years now, minus the seven weeks that she ate gluten to prepare for a celiac test.

    “Most of those consumers are eating gluten-free without checking with a dietitian or health professional, making it a fad that could be affecting thousands of children, Reilly said.”
    (Gluten-free isn’t healthy choice for most children, pediatrician says)

    I question my decision to force a gluten-free diet on my daughter at least once a week. After all, it’s a pain in the butt for everyone. Gluten-free flour costs more than regular flour. Packaged GF foods cost a small fortune. I hate that she misses out on birthday cake at parties. I hate that she can’t eat much of the food at most restaurants. I hate that potlucks – well, I just hate potlucks in general.

    River started her gluten-free diet a few months before she turned six. The improvements were obvious and immediate, both physically and emotionally. Her colouring went from deathly-pale to Watson-pale. Her eyes became clearer, her teeth lost their yellow tinge. She stopped throwing up all the time. We were delighted and we settled into the gluten-free lifestyle for the long haul.

    Over time, though, I started to second-guess myself. Were the improvements all in my head? Was I inflicting this weird diet on my child for no good reason? Of course being a typical mother, I worried about the opposite at the exact same time. Maybe I wasn’t being strict enough. If she was truly celiac, why weren’t we being more careful to avoid cross-contamination?

  • You CAN Grow Your Own Food

    Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links for Etsy and refers to seeds that were given to me for free. Mentions of the seeds’ magical qualities is solely a reflection of their determination to grow despite my ineptitude and not a claim of actual Harry Potty-esque magical abilities. But that would be cool. 

    You know those house plants that are indestructible? You know, the plants that “thrive on neglect”? I can’t grow any of them. I kill aloe vera plants, spider plants, cactuses – you name it. I do not have a green thumb. My thumb is brown – and not the beautiful brown of a rich soil, but more the pale brown of a dead leaf. I have dead-leaf thumb.

    But every year for the past seven years, I’ve had a vegetable garden that has done just fine in spite of my terrible gardening skills. And honestly, if I can grow a tomato, so can you. And you should, because home-grown tomatoes are amazing.

    When I planted my first bed seven years ago in a community garden, I had visions of my daughter and I joyfully working side by side in the soil. Like many first-time parents, I might have overestimated my seven-month-old’s abilities. She didn’t help me so much as she ate grass and breathed in the compost-fresh air.

    Baby in the Garden

    Those cheeks. I. Just. Want. To. Squish. Them.

    This little garden did reasonably well, though that was mostly thanks to my neighbour who watered the plants almost daily for me. And did a lot of the initial planting for me. And harvested the vegetables for me. I was still proud of myself.

    I continued using the community garden until we moved a few years later. As soon as the weather was warm enough, James built a raised bed in the backyard and we planted. We planted a lot. Like, with total disregard for the suggested spacing found on the seed packets.

    Planting with a Preschooler

    It was the first time that we gardened on our own. We messed up a bit, but you know what? Things grew. Every year, things grew.

    Starting from Seed

    Then, last year, I decided to try starting from seed. How hard can it be, right? In nature, things grow by themselves from tiny little seeds all the time. Surely I’m just as likely to succeed as a random seed in the wild, right?

    For sure. I consulted Twitter for recommendations on where to buy seeds and the hive mind directed to Laura at Cubits. Laura offered to send me some seeds and I quite happily agreed. I would do her proud, I was sure.

    Seed Packets from Cubits

    When the seeds arrived, I wanted to plant them right away but it was too early in the year. I turned my energy towards the Internet and researched the best way to start seeds.

    Wow. There are a lot of ways to start seeds.

    Toilet paper rolls in an empty fish tank? Perfect. Wait – no, they can get moldy. Seed starting in an egg carton? We can do that! No – looks like that doesn’t give the roots enough room to grow. For every creative, low-cost suggestion I found, there seemed to be a downside.

    Finally I realized that I needed to stop taking gardening advice from Pinterest and make a proper greenhouse in the basement. All I needed was soil, pots, a metal stand and fluorescent lights that I could gradually move higher as the seedling grew. Sure, it would cost money – but it would save money when we weren’t buying food at the farmers’ market in the summer, right?

    Wrong. At least, that’s what my husband said. He wasn’t into the idea of spending money on my garden, especially since he’s convinced that I’ve never watered a plant in my life.

    Planting the Seeds

    By the time the seeds were ready to be planted, I still had no idea what to do. In a panic, I ran to Canadian Tire and picked up a little seed starter kit that included a heating pad. Finally it was time to plant. I tried to call the girls to the table so we could participate in the miracle of gardening together, but they were not interested. At all. So I waited until later in the day. And then I tried the next day. And the next. A week went by. Then another. Zero interest in poking holes in dirt.

    OK, this baffled me. Planting seeds – how is that not fun? Did they suspect that I was counting on gardening being a good chunk of our summer homeschooling lessons? I started to worry that all this delaying made me miss my window of opportunity and that now we would have no seedlings for our garden and that I would have to buy pre-started seedlings from the garden store and then I would have to try and pass off a Spanish Spotted Cucumber as a Russian Speckled Squash or something and hope that no one would no that I had utterly failed.

    No, I had to do this. I grabbed the kit, planted the seeds in the pods, and carefully labelled each row. Then I dragged four large Rubbermaid bins upstairs and stacked them in front of the nursery window since no one was using that room anyway. I plugged in the heating mat, put the tray on top, and then shut the door. Done.

    And the seeds grew.

    seedlings

    Before I knew it, little shoots popped out of the soil, followed by the two true leaves. All I did was spritz them with water from time to time and rotate the tray so that they’d all get an equal amount of window time.

    Suddenly, I was a master gardener.

    Delighted with my success, I started researching ways to help out my little sprouts. I worried when they became “leggy” because they had to reach way up towards the sun instead of just relaxing under a heat lamp, so I started blowing on them to mimic the wind and encourage hardier stem growth. I also noticed that some of the seedlings weren’t growing as fast as the others, so I plucked nearly a quarter of them out of their rows and carefully lined them up right against the window to give them more sun. Which meant that they nearly 20 little plants were no longer in their neatly labelled rows and I had no idea what was what.

    Master gardener? Try disaster gardener.

    Oh well, I pushed on. We’d figure it out eventually, right? And if a cucumber plant showed up in the middle of the tomato patch, well, I’d pretend it was intentional. Like the planting of the three sisters: squash, corn and beans. We could start the three brothers: radishes, basil and maple trees. Or something.

    Hardening Off the Seeds

    I continued to care for my seedlings and soon it was time to harden them off. Hardening off is when you bring them outside a little bit more each day, allowing the plants to gradually get used to the elements. The first day went great – I put them in the front yard in the shade. The second day was good too, I found a brighter spot for my seedlings to soak up some sun. On the third day I got bored of the whole process and just plopped them on top of our garden bed. Same with the fourth day, except I couldn’t even be bothered to bring them back in for the night. They survived.

    Transplanting to the Vegetable Garden Beds

    Finally it was time to plant. I ended up with far more seedlings than I could fit in my garden beds, but since I wasn’t sure if my plants would survive the transplanting process, I decided to plant all of them and then thin out the weakest ones once the plants established themselves. It made sense in my head. It did not make sense a month later when it was super hot and I didn’t want to go outside. So I just let them do their thing. My daughter was obsessed with watering plants at that time, so I can only assume that they were utterly drenched on a semi-regular basis.

    Finally I dragged myself out to the backyard. I can only conclude that the Cubits seeds are magical because the plants had taken off beautifully. They had all tripled in size and my garden was a delightful tangle of horticulture. There was no way to get tomato cages over most of the tomato plants. The beans were using the evergreen trees beside the garden as a trellis.  But my plants didn’t care – they just did their thing.

    overgrown

    Harvesting our Vegetable Garden

    We had herbs and beans and even ground cherries. We had the most amazing assortment of tomatoes. I discovered that my tomato-loving middle child only eats the perfectly red ones, so I gorged on the black ones, the purple ones and the yellow ones. My oldest sat on the edge and ate the peas right off the vines. We put basil and mint on anything and everything.

    tomato-thief

    I admit that it wasn’t the beautiful garden I had visions of when I started the seeds. I wasn’t sure that I even wanted to post evidence of the messy garden on my blog or Instagram. Or even Snapchat. But despite the less-than-lovely look of it all, we feasted last summer.

    If you’ve been thinking of starting a garden, I encourage you to give it a shot. You just have to provide soil, sun and water and that’s really it – Mother Nature pretty much figures out the rest. If I can do it, you can do it. And personally, I can’t wait to get started this year.

    Linked up at: Simply Natural Saturdays, Small Victories Sunday

  • From Scratch

    One of the most popular posts on my first blog was how I messed up four batches of cinnamon rolls in one week. No matter how hard I tried to make them, they came out … well … hard. Ha.

    Thankfully, complete and total failure didn’t turned me off baking altogether – I just dusted the flour from my hands and moved on to something else instead. Happily, I discovered that I can bake other breads just fine. Like bread, and pizza dough, and tortillas, and buns.

    In fact, I’m grateful for the cinnamon roll misadventure because I learned a lot about baking from it. As an example: it took me two failures to realize that the water I add to the yeast with isn’t hot enough, and it took me three flopped batches to realize that my house is too cool and drafty for dough to rise – now I preheat the oven a teeny bit and then let the dough rise in there. Those are tricks that help me immensely when I’m baking bread today.

    For the longest time (this is embarrassing) I didn’t realize that bread could be made at home, from scratch. It never occurred to me. Until my mid-twenties, I just kind of assumed that to make bread, you needed a factory of some sort. Yes, I know that pioneer women were capable of making bread, but I didn’t spend a whole lot of time in my twenties thinking about the olden days.

    It wasn’t just bread, either. I assumed that muffins and cookies needed a mix. I have very fond memories of making muffins-from-a-box with my mother when I was little. I remember cutting the white envelope open and the overpowering sweet smell of the muffin powder. My mom would let me stir all the ingredients together (water, oil and an egg) and then we would peel off the lid of the blueberry tin and gently, gently rinse the berries. Next, my mom would fold in the blueberries herself so they wouldn’t get smooshed. I was in awe of what I assumed were nature’s most delicate berries. I really loved those muffins. I’m still trying to find a recipe that replicates them, but with real, actual ingredients.

    I’m not sure when I moved from mixes to real foods. It happened slowly over time. I didn’t even realize that I had changed until I was chatting with a friend on the phone – about waffles, of all things. Both of our kids love waffles and we both love how easy they are to make. “And really”, I said, “it’s just a little white flour, a little whole wheat flour, an egg, a bit of milk – they aren’t even that unhealthy until you add the syrup.” There was a pause on the phone. “Um”, she laughed, “I just get mine from the box in the freezer.”

    That’s when I realized that I’d turned into one of those moms that makes everything from scratch. Cool. And I don’t even need a factory to do it.

    Now we do it all – bread, buns, tortillas, even pizza dough. And every time I make something, I’m ridiculously pleased with myself. Because I made something delicious. Because I made something wholesome. Because I made something and saved the family money. Seriously, I’m as proud of myself as a four year old holding a glitter-covered macaroni masterpiece.

    I hope my pride is obvious to my kids. I didn’t have a lot of respect for homemakers when I was younger. I guess I thought homemaking was fine for other people, but me? I was going to have a good job and be respected and successful. Now, here I am: a stay-at-home-mom. And I’m learning that there is a quiet dignity that goes with this life, one that I never saw before. I haven’t mastered all the skills yet, but I started from scratch and I’m getting better as I go.

    I hope that when my kids are older, they have fond memories of baking with me, just like I have of baking with my mother. I hope that the smell of fresh bread will always remind them of home. And that they’ll be proud that I was their mother.