Have I mentioned that I love eating the raw vegan diet?
Have I said anything yet about how amazing the desserts are?
I kid, I kid! I am well aware that I am now a living and breathing advertisement for green vegetables. But seriously, when it's this good and this good FOR you it's hard not to rave.
As spring blooms around the desert I feel a tickle in my throat and find myself blowing my nose a lot more than usual. It's allergy season. Dum dum dum!
One of the best defenses against allergies is to acquaint your body with the local blossoms internally, i.e., through eating local plants and pollens. One of the hands down best ways to ever stop your allergies is to purchase local (LOCAL is key) honey and bee pollen. Farmer's Markets are stocked with this gold, by the way, and are a great way to ensure its locality. Bee pollen looks like small pellets of yellow dust and is literally the pollen that bees collect from flowers. It tastes a little funny to me (my husband eats it by the spoonful, though), so I take a small spoonful of it in yogurt or applesauce or something mushy but palatable. I am no doctor or scientist so I can't tell you how it actually works inside our human systems (Google anyone? Let me know what you find!), but I do know it works.
I had a co-worker once years ago who had been to his doctor several times with new prescriptions for one form of allergy relief or another but he still could not sleep or find any comfort from his dry, itchy eyes, runny nose and sore throat. The poor guy! I wrote down two things for him:
1. Bee pollen
2. Cod Liver Oil (This comes in many forms but I can only recommend the liquid form and recommend at least a tablespoon a day before and after symptoms show up. This particular brand and flavor is as part of my childhood as anything.)
I saw him later that same day and he had been running around trying to find me--turned out that my recommendation had relieved his symptoms almost from the very moment he tried it. Now, I know some things about food, but this kind of reaction I did not expect. In fact, I kind of thought he was exaggerating. It was one of those things were I knew it worked for me and my family, but I was wary of how other "normal" people would react. I was thrilled that my mom's home remedies proved helpful for him, too.
Another great way to get this pollen is through honey. But be warned: if your honey was purchased at a national chain store and its container is in the shape of a cute bear, it may not be very potent. In fact, most retail honey contains added syrup and has lost a lot of its potency through processing. Again, Farmer's Market is a great place to not only buy honey but also talk to the people who harvest it. Make sure it's local--one of the reasons pollen works is that it contains particles found in your particular environment. And make sure it's raw, unprocessed and unfiltered.
Once you've bought yours, though, hit the kitchen and make yourself some Allergy-Fighting Cookies! (*Please note that bee pollen and honey can trigger allergic reactions. Honey and bee pollen are also not safe for children under 12 months of age.) This recipe is, again, ridiculously easy and requires zero baking time (obviously). The cookies are surprisingly simple and satisfying. Plus they help keep allergies at bay! I've been giving them to Dia and she is in love. Have I mentioned how much I love feeding my daughter sweet treats that I actually feel good about her eating?
Allergy-Fighting Cookies
(Recipe adapted/adopted from Raw Food Made Easy by Jennifer Cornbleet--I highly recommend purchasing this book!)
Yield: 8 cookies
1/2 cup raw almond or cashew butter (this can be found at most grocery stores, online or you can make it yourself--recipe for this is at the end if you don't already have some in the fridge)
1/4 cup raw honey
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Dash salt
1/2 cup almonds ground to flour in food processor
Place the almond butter, honey, vanilla and salt in a food processor fitted with the S blade and process until smooth. Transfer to a small bowl and freeze for thirty minutes. Form into 1-inch balls and flatten slightly. Roll each cookie in the almond flour. The book recommends freezing them at least two hours before serving, but since raw honey can harden quickly, I'd say no less than thirty minutes. If they've been frozen longer I'd also recommend setting them out for a few minutes before serving. Store in a sealed container in the freezer and they last up to one month. (Although you will probably eat them all before you even finish making them.)
Almond/Cashew Butter Recipe
Yield: 2 cups
2 cups raw almonds or cashews (you can use any nut or seed really for this)
1/4 cup oil (optional)
Blend almonds in food processor fitted with S blade or high-powered blender adding oil until it becomes smooth. I have found that using almond oil and adding a tiny bit of almond extract works great for almond butter. Here is a great blog post from a raw chef in the valley that shows how to make this at home and touts its many benefits as well.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
A Fish Called Alla
Our little family of three made our way over to the local pet shop to buy two little Beta fish last weekend. For some reason, I thought that Beta fish were these angry little fighting that only lived about week or two. Um, no. They can live up to three or four YEARS!
So our little family has now grown to include to fishies. One named Alla, after my sister and one of Dia's favorite people in the world, and the other is named Jerrett, after one of Rory's employees whom Dia also loves. If someone calls or if Dia is "talking" on her play phone, she always looks at me nodding and says, "Alla." If someone comes to the door, she runs towards it screaming "Alla!!!!" If a car drives by, you guessed it. If I have to tell her that it's not Alla, though, she turns to me knowingly and nods, saying "Jessa" (that's my other sister). She is completely in love with her aunties!
But when it came to naming the second fish, Dia was adamant: Jerrett. So there you have it.
And without further adieu, here are pics of Dia helping Papa set up the fishy homes:
So our little family has now grown to include to fishies. One named Alla, after my sister and one of Dia's favorite people in the world, and the other is named Jerrett, after one of Rory's employees whom Dia also loves. If someone calls or if Dia is "talking" on her play phone, she always looks at me nodding and says, "Alla." If someone comes to the door, she runs towards it screaming "Alla!!!!" If a car drives by, you guessed it. If I have to tell her that it's not Alla, though, she turns to me knowingly and nods, saying "Jessa" (that's my other sister). She is completely in love with her aunties!
But when it came to naming the second fish, Dia was adamant: Jerrett. So there you have it.
And without further adieu, here are pics of Dia helping Papa set up the fishy homes:
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Gratitude Monday...On a Tuesday?
From the minute we walked out of The King's Speech on Saturday night, I knew what would top my gratitude list for the upcoming Monday. Unfortunately, yesterday got away from me.
What I had been itching to write about is weakness. I imagine my husband and I are some of the last people in North America to see The King's Speech. We had seen previews for it long before even Christmas and were thrilled that it was still in theaters last weekend. Sitting in the lovely dark theater, I knew instantly what drew me to this real-life character: his weakness. I was enthralled with this royal man of prime education, unimaginable wealth and historic fame who suffered from a stammer. Gossip magazines today are popular for at least bringing the rich and famous down to our, "normal" level. "Really?! Famous movie star girl has flab on her tummy, too?! Tell me more!" There is some part of us all that wants to know we are "normal" and that there really is nothing anyone else has that we can't also have, granted if we also had limitless spending on personal hairdressers. While I can't comment on the humility within the Hollywood, I can find inspiration in this king's humility when it came to addressing his weakness. It seemed that the only thing that stood between him and his ability to rise to the occasion was not just his stammer, but his ability to seek out help, from whomever might offer it. His ability to humble himself.
There is something so humbling in a king who stutters. A king who is flawed. Less than perfect. Brought down to the level of humanity like the rest of us so to speak. A king who is willing to admit his weakness and enter even a common office to be aided by a commoner (or less than that considering his Australian heritage with no formal education). Rory and I were both drawn to and inspired by his fight over weakness, a fight ultimately won in humility.
So today (or, ahem, yesterday) I find myself grateful for MY weakness. And the very real King who took it all on Himself and conquered it all through humility. Looking back on this week, I find myself thankful today for these blessings:
23. A King glorified in my weakness; who bore, glorified and now empathizes with very pathetic me
24. A daughter who I pray will always know an empathic Father, father, mother as she someday discovers her own weakness
25. A husband who continues to seek out my (blunt--forgive me!) opinion on his weakness
26. A mother-in-law and her father who took an entire morning to play at music class with Dia and me!
27. And then stayed for lunch, too! (Can this one count as ten blessings?!) (Sorry, Opa. Dia got a little wavey with the fork...)
28. The joy so richly found in picking out our own outfits! (She found this in her bottom drawer and fell over twice trying to put in on herself before we stepped in to help her. Then she kept rubbing her tummy to feel the tightness of the spandex against her skin! Oh attainable joy!)
29. Taking in new life (more on this to come!)
30. Having the best lunch date around
31. A husband who is (nearly) as passionate as I am about good, healthy food (Recipe soon to follow!)
31. The routine of hand stamps after the end of music class. Days like this we prefer to not wash our hands 32. My sleeping beauty whose blond strands still get entangled with mine as we rest and breathe and lay together
33. Rory's weekly date time with the girl we share (This was the pic he sent me while they were at music class)
34. God's special gift to Dia after leaving the doctor's office: A Mao! (Pronounced like "Chairman Mao"--rhymes with "cow." It's how Dia says "Meow." You simply cannot invent such preciousness.)
35. A family! And their excellent company during lunch and while we surprised them at church. Oma, Dia, Papa, Opa and Great-Opa. Four generations with more in common than not.
Happy Grateful Day--whichever day of the week it might be.
What I had been itching to write about is weakness. I imagine my husband and I are some of the last people in North America to see The King's Speech. We had seen previews for it long before even Christmas and were thrilled that it was still in theaters last weekend. Sitting in the lovely dark theater, I knew instantly what drew me to this real-life character: his weakness. I was enthralled with this royal man of prime education, unimaginable wealth and historic fame who suffered from a stammer. Gossip magazines today are popular for at least bringing the rich and famous down to our, "normal" level. "Really?! Famous movie star girl has flab on her tummy, too?! Tell me more!" There is some part of us all that wants to know we are "normal" and that there really is nothing anyone else has that we can't also have, granted if we also had limitless spending on personal hairdressers. While I can't comment on the humility within the Hollywood, I can find inspiration in this king's humility when it came to addressing his weakness. It seemed that the only thing that stood between him and his ability to rise to the occasion was not just his stammer, but his ability to seek out help, from whomever might offer it. His ability to humble himself.
There is something so humbling in a king who stutters. A king who is flawed. Less than perfect. Brought down to the level of humanity like the rest of us so to speak. A king who is willing to admit his weakness and enter even a common office to be aided by a commoner (or less than that considering his Australian heritage with no formal education). Rory and I were both drawn to and inspired by his fight over weakness, a fight ultimately won in humility.
So today (or, ahem, yesterday) I find myself grateful for MY weakness. And the very real King who took it all on Himself and conquered it all through humility. Looking back on this week, I find myself thankful today for these blessings:
23. A King glorified in my weakness; who bore, glorified and now empathizes with very pathetic me
24. A daughter who I pray will always know an empathic Father, father, mother as she someday discovers her own weakness
25. A husband who continues to seek out my (blunt--forgive me!) opinion on his weakness
26. A mother-in-law and her father who took an entire morning to play at music class with Dia and me!
27. And then stayed for lunch, too! (Can this one count as ten blessings?!) (Sorry, Opa. Dia got a little wavey with the fork...)
28. The joy so richly found in picking out our own outfits! (She found this in her bottom drawer and fell over twice trying to put in on herself before we stepped in to help her. Then she kept rubbing her tummy to feel the tightness of the spandex against her skin! Oh attainable joy!)
29. Taking in new life (more on this to come!)
30. Having the best lunch date around
31. A husband who is (nearly) as passionate as I am about good, healthy food (Recipe soon to follow!)
31. The routine of hand stamps after the end of music class. Days like this we prefer to not wash our hands 32. My sleeping beauty whose blond strands still get entangled with mine as we rest and breathe and lay together
33. Rory's weekly date time with the girl we share (This was the pic he sent me while they were at music class)
34. God's special gift to Dia after leaving the doctor's office: A Mao! (Pronounced like "Chairman Mao"--rhymes with "cow." It's how Dia says "Meow." You simply cannot invent such preciousness.)
35. A family! And their excellent company during lunch and while we surprised them at church. Oma, Dia, Papa, Opa and Great-Opa. Four generations with more in common than not.
Happy Grateful Day--whichever day of the week it might be.
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