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sugar rush

Every so often, I forget why I stopped eating refined sugar. I forget how it makes me anxious, changes my mood and makes my heart skip a beat (literally – I get heart palpitations from the stuff). I lose track of all that and wonder… why am I passing up that ice cream / cookie / fill in the blank with any sugary treat. I dive in. I indulge. And then, I regret. With the consequences fresh in my mind, I remember why I’ve been avoiding the stuff for years. Yes, years.

You’d think, after years of avoiding it, the reasons would stick and I wouldn’t need these occasional reminders, but I find myself in this position every few months. It’s as if the lack of daily reminders pushes it in to the back of my mind. The temptation grows until I can’t remember exactly why I am depriving myself of these delicious treats.

It’s the same way with wheat. Although the consequences are more severe and immediate, I occasionally think, “Oh, I can have just this one pastry…”, and then I remember why. Perhaps it’s because I only gave up wheat a year ago; perhaps it hasn’t been long enough for me to fall in to the ‘Why am I doing this, again?’ trap. I even dream about eating wheat – realizing the error of my ways only when it’s too late. I wake up panicked, then relief sets in, knowing it was only a dream.

Back to sugar – my relapse came in the form of toasted marshmallows and s’mores this weekend. We decided to test our new camp gear and do a little backyard camping. We set up the tent, inflated our mats and unrolled our sleeping bags. Then, we told stories and roasted marshmallows while sitting around our firepit. It wasn’t my intention to eat marshmallows – it just happened. We’d toasted too many, C had her share already, and I rationalized that one marshmallow couldn’t be that bad. The first became a s’more, then I toasted another marshmallow, and I think possibly a third. Paired with a few glasses of wine, sugar levels were skyrocketing.

That night, I felt the effects. I was anxious about the smallest noise and couldn’t relax. My heart was racing and I couldn’t calm myself. Today, I’ve been somber and a bit depressed (also a common post-sugar symptom for me). A nice little reminder of exactly why I avoid refined sugar in the first place. (edit: did I mention brain fog? of course not… slipping memory is also one of my wonderful symptoms from too much refined sugar)

The thing is, I can get away with natural sugars and do fine. I have yet to overdose on honey or maple syrup – it’s really only the highly refined stuff that gives me these symptoms. I guess it’s only right; our bodies probably have an easier time processing these types of natural sugars. Alas, marshmallows made with these natural sugars aren’t easily found at the store. Looks like someone else had the same idea. :-) Time to get cooking, I guess!


right brain, left brain

Ever notice how the professional world zaps your creativity? I’m sure it varies, depending on how much your job uses your creative brain, but for most office work, that part of your brain seems dampened. I would have argued against that statement previously – I always thought that I maintained a reasonable balance between work and creativity. That was before I had a true break from the professional world, though.

I always knew that I had a difficult time blogging when work was at it’s peak. I usually chalked it up to lack of time and the normal writers block that occurs from time to time. I would just hit a wall – nothing coming out.

Having the switch from working to being a stay at home and back again gave me a rare perspective I would have missed otherwise. The more time I spent at home, the more rusty my analytical left brain became, and the more my creative right brain blossomed. You can see the trend in my blog – not only based on the number of posts I was churning out previously, but in the content as well. I had the time and desire to create new things, and dabbled in everything from sewing to cooking. I even came up with a few new ideas, like my mason jar lids!

As I’ve moved back in to left brain territory, I find my creativity dwindling. The ideas that sparked strongly before have diminished to a soft glow of ember – still there, but needing more time and attention to return fully.

So, the question becomes, are we born predisposed to the right brain or left brain, or do we gravitate toward one or the other as those flames are stoked? If I had focused more on art as a kid, would I still have become an accountant? Or did I gravitate toward math and accounting because I was hard wired to do so? Did I move away from the arts and in to analytics because of nature or nurture?

We know that out dominant hand generally indicates whether we are right or left brain thinkers, and that no one is 100% either side, but there seem to be many exceptions to the dominant hand rule. Left handed accountants and right handed artists do exist in our world – I’m sure in some abundance. Did someone help foster one side of the brain over the other, or were these predetermined at birth?

So, which do you think it is? Perhaps both?

saying goodbye

It seems there’s never enough time. We inevitably find ourselves saying goodbye to loved ones before we’re ready. It’s not as if when a loved one dies, we say “gosh, we spent just the right amount of time with them”. It doesn’t matter if you spent minutes, hours or days with them in their final time, it’s never, ever enough.

The world has been full of sadness lately, and I do not find myself unaffected. I cried when learning about the school shootings last week. I welled up when I learned that my neighbor passed away a short three days later. Another three days, and my grandma passed away unexpectedly. Understandably, the most recent loss is the most painful for me.

I take comfort in the fact that she lived a long, full life. She leaves behind of legacy of kindness, love, caring and compassion. I admired her strength, perseverance and, yes, even her stubbornness. She tried so hard to help those in need, even when it meant she had to make sacrifices for herself. She took in family, friends and kids alike – anyone who came to her for help, even if it was just for advice. In many ways, we were very much alike, which could lead to us locking horns. We had conversations that turned in to a lively discussion. Regardless, we would always come full circle, moving past whatever topic we were discussing to end on a common ground, often agreeing to disagree.

My grandma was a very proud woman, which usually meant it was a losing battle to argue with her. She held her ground tightly, but was open to hearing and discussing other ideas. Those talks helped both of us see a slightly different point of view. Despite her strength during discussions, her humility shone through when she decided that she was, in fact, wrong. She wasn’t afraid to apologize when she’d hurt someone. Sometimes, we’d come back to a topic a few days after the initial discussion to find resolution and clear the air.

Today, we made it through a strange christmas day. My mom was gone, helping with funeral arrangements, and my brother and dad joined our family for christmas eve and day. (We missed you, Mom!) Now, with the holiday over, my grandma’s funeral is quickly approaching. As we move closer, I find myself struggling with the idea of letting go – of really saying goodbye. Despite her long and full life, my selfish side argues that she should have a few more years. It saddens me that my daughter will never truly know what a wonderful woman she was. It was easier to distract myself from the reality of it all when I was in the hustle and bustle of the season, but now, I’m facing this dead on. And I’m just not ready. She just shouldn’t be gone yet. I don’t want to say goodbye.

I feel lucky to have had such a wonderful grandma in my life. Although we haven’t lived in close proximity during the past twelve years, the memories from when she did live near us have stayed with me. Even though we lived far apart recently, she was there when I graduated from college, was a part of our wedding and has met our daughter several times.

I’m glad that I had a recent conversation with her. It was a few weeks ago, when we called to thank her for one of C’s birthday presents. I put the call on speaker phone so C could talk to her and thank her for the present herself. It was a good talk, but like all things in life, felt too short. We talked about her coming out for a visit in the spring, or us going out to see her if she wasn’t able to travel. We made it out to visit last fall, and, thankfully, Grandma came out our way to visit frequently.

Even in her eighties, my grandma still had a very sharp mind. Her body had begun to fail her, though – carrying around extra weight puts such a strain on the body and heart. The last time we spoke, she told me that her back was hurting badly and that she was having trouble getting around. She seemed discouraged that her body wouldn’t do what she wanted it to anymore. She was determined to make it to 86 years old this spring, however, she also feared putting a burden on others as her body deteriorated. She was adamant that she would not force her children to take care of her, and had entertained the idea of moving to a care facility.

We’d talked about recording grandma telling the crazy stories from when her kids were younger, helping her write memoirs, or even writing down some of her favorite recipes to pass down in our family. I don’t think we ever did any of those things. I wish we’d gone out to visit more often. I wish I’d called more. I wish C could have had a few more years with grandma, so she would remember her. All the wishing in the world won’t change things now, though. It seems we never, ever have enough time, so we should make the most of it.

I’ll miss you terribly, Grandma. I’m sorry to have to say goodbye.Grandma and Suzy 2_gma DSCF1487_gma IMG_5747 2010-07-09_gma

my short and torrid love affair with vitamix

For a short while, I owned a VitaMix.

The first day, I was in love. I watched the instructional video, excited to try new creations.

My first try in the VitaMix was humus. A simple recipe with great results. Smooth, creamy and delicious. I continued on to make soups, nut butters and dips with varying success. The machine had incredible power – almost too much at times. Green monster smoothies were amazingly smooth. My almond butter turned out grainy – never reaching the smooth consistency that I saw on so many YouTube videos. The butternut squash soup we blended up turned out delicious. My roasted red pepper sauce was mind blowing. My attempt at cashew cheese was disastrous – the VitaMix was a bit too powerful for the mix, as it heated up the cashews too much and killed the probiotics that were critical to the recipe. The banana ice cream changed my life. Like I said, varying results.

About a week in to owning this powerful piece of equipment, I started to notice a leak from underneath the pitcher. It was small at first, just a few drops in the base of the machine. A few weeks later, it had gotten worse. Now, I was getting about half a teaspoon of liquid at the base, but really only when I mixed a thin liquid or water and soap to clean it. The problem continued to worsen over the coming weeks.

I purchased my VitaMix on August 2nd. I emailed customer service about the leaks on August 27th. I received a reply on September 11th – two weeks later. For a company that is supposed to be renowned for its customer service, this delay seemed excessive. They asked if my blender was still leaking and if I had access to a color printer to print a return shipping label. I was dealing with the death of a family friend, my reply took a few weeks – I wrote them back on September 24th, to confirm the leak was still there and that I did have a color printer, but I never heard back.

After a month of waiting, I called the customer service hotline. By now, a mold had started growing in the base of my pitcher, between the clear plastic at the bottom and the blade unit underneath – where I could not reach to clean.

The customer service rep said the leak was most likely due to a bad seal and that he could rush  out a new blade and wrench to change it out. However, by this time the mold that had started to grow was really grossing me out. Considering that mold spores can embed in plastic and never be thoroughly cleaned, I was past the point of being ok with just switching the blade. If I’d had access to this area to clean it sooner, or had received a timely reply to my customer service request, this wouldn’t have been an issue. I told him so and asked if they could just replace the pitcher instead. He was unable to do this for me (even though that’s what the original email from their customer service rep suggested they do) and that they would call me back once they discussed it with a manager.

Come Monday morning, I got a call back. The new pitcher had been approved, however, I would need to wait for them to mail me a return label, then I was to box up the pitcher and find a FedEx location to ship it back from. Once that was complete, I was to call them with the tracking number so they could send out a new pitcher. It seemed like so many steps, plus several days without a functional blender. I was a little bewildered as to why they couldn’t just send me the new pitcher, with the return shipping label, then let me send back the old one in the same box. When I asked about whether this was an option, they balked about it, stating, “That’s a $150 pitcher!” Yes… and even though I spent $400 on your blender, the pitcher I have is BROKEN. It was insulting. They seemed to imply that I would steal it. I told them to forget it – I’d just take the pitcher back to Costco, somewhere that has consistently fantastic customer service. It would be easier than jumping through all of the hoops VitaMix was requiring, and, honestly, at this point I was fed up with the company.

So, after a short three months of owning a VitaMix, I’ve taken the blender back to Costco. For now, I’m back to my Magic Bullet. While it’s not as powerful as the VitaMix, it also doesn’t come with the hefty price tag, so I don’t expect as much out of it. The VitaMix did some awesome things, but I’m making do with the Magic Bullet. For now, I’m not missing the VitaMix. I’m not sure that I’ll purchase another one. Maybe I’ll look in to the Blendtec instead.

divine stuffing

We’re doing a gluten free re-mix this year, using Udi’s bread. I’ll let you know how it turns out.


Originally posted November 13th, 2007 by nebhead

I ran across Pat’s Stuffing recipe today, as if by divine intervention, just in time to start getting prepped for our Thanksgiving feast. This stuffing recipe is really outstanding and could be a meal all by itself. A delicious, artery clogging meal. And because I’m in the giving spirit, I’m going to share this recipe with the world. (Sorry Pat, hope this one wasn’t a secret family recipe)


14 Slices of Bread (Preferably Wheat) cut into cubes
2 Big Yellow Onions Chopped (I like to make these big coarse pieces – not too big)
4 Chopped Apples (also cut into cubes)
1 lb Bulk Sage Flavored Ground Pork Sausage
1 Stick of Margarine or Butter
Rubbed Sage (may be difficult to find, but sometimes can be found in the bulk section of your local warehouse grocery store)

Step 1: Brown / Crumble the sausage in a frying pan. While doing this, the recipe also calls for melting an entire stick of butter into the mix. Really. No joke. Absolutely no fat is wasted in this stuffing. This dish is going to help us bulk up for the winter and possibly give us a nice cardiac episode for the holidays.

Step 2: In a 13″x9″ baking pan, mix the bread cubes, apples cubes, and chopped onion. Then add the sausage and melted butter to the mix. Mix it all up so the bread absorbs the melted butter and pork fat.

Step 3: Add the rubbed sage and mix in. There is no real set amount of sage that you should add, instead just add this until you feel that it’s fragrant enough to be tasty in your mouth, but not overpowering.

Step 4: Put the entire baking pan in the fridge and let marinate for two (2) hours. Not sure why this is necessary, but hey, I won’t argue with perfection.

Step 5: Bake in the oven at 350F degrees for 1.5 hours or until crusty and brown on top.

Step 6: Shovel into mouth. Nap. Shovel into mouth. Submit to butter induced coma. Repeat.

I dare you not to enjoy this…

smashed potatoes

Ben & I recently discovered smashed potatoes. Yum! Crispy, flavorful and delicious. The perfect side dish for your holiday turkey.

12 baby potatoes (yellow or red) – approximately 2 per person
1/2 cup extra-virgin olive oil
Salt & Pepper to taste
Rosemary, chopped, to taste (or any other seasonings you like)

I use the microwave to shortcut this recipe – throw your potatoes in a big bowl, add 1/2 c. water to the bottom of the bowl, cover the entire dish with a damp paper towel. Microwave using your “potato” button (3 baby potatoes equals approximately 1 large potato). If you don’t have a “potato” button, try approx 3-4 minutes per potato (1 large = 4-6 min, 2 large = 6-8 min, 3 large = 9-11 min). Microwaves vary, so test your using less time, then add more as needed until potatoes are cooked through and begin to soften. You can also boil the potatoes to pre-cook them, if you prefer.

Prep a large casserole dish by drizzling olive oil on the bottom. Once the potatoes are cooked, put them in the oiled dish. Use a potato masher or the bottom of a glass to “smash” your potatoes. You want to break the skin and flatten the potatoes like a cookie. More surface area means more crispy, crunchy, deliciousness. Drizzle more olive oil over the smashed potatoes, then add salt, pepper and rosemary (or other herbs) as desired.

Heat the oven to 450°F. Roast the potatoes for 30-40 minutes, until they’re crispy and brown around the edges. Serve hot.

adventures in gluten free baking (king arthur flour gluten free yellow cake mix review)

With C’s 3rd birthday quickly approaching, I have been keeping an eye out for gluten free cake options (I think I’ve mentioned that she’s gluten sensitive as well). Luckily, corporate america has not left me wanting. Main stream brands have been coming up with their own gluten free mixes to rival the little guys.

A few weeks ago, I tried Betty Crocker’s chocolate gluten free cake mix and made some cupcakes. And, while they very much resembled cupcakes, I wasn’t blown away by the taste or texture, and wouldn’t waste my calories on it. They were a bit gummy and chewy for my tastes. I could definitely tell that rice flour was a main ingredient. C mainly ate the frosting off the top of those. My mom tried Betty’s vanilla cake mix with better results – C actually ate some of the cake as well with those.

Today, the day before C’s party, I decided to give King Arthur’s brand a try. I’ve never used their wheat based products, so I didn’t have a frame of reference for comparison for gluten-y products. I saw it on the grocery store shelf and passed it over at first glance. It was 50% more expensive than Betty’s box. However, at second glance, I saw that the weight and yield are twice that of Betty’s. For example, I got 12 meager cupcakes from Betty’s box, where as King Arthur produced 24 robust cupcakes. I probably could have easily stretched it to 30 cupcakes. So King Arthur was a better value (Betty Crocker ~$5 for 12 cupcakes, King Arthur’s ~$8 for 24-30 cupcakes).

Needing cupcakes for the birthday celebration tomorrow, I pulled out the box of King Arthur’s gluten free yellow cake mix. The first thing I noticed while preparing this mix was that the instructions are detailed and very specific. I think the calculated method of preparation helped the batter turn out less runny than Betty’s did. This batter held up really well and was actually quite thick! While spooning it in to cupcake papers, the batter retained its shape, lumps and all.

As I mentioned previously, I got 24 of these bad boys out of the box. Great value! These smelled delicious while baking and browned really nicely!

The batter actually held its shape far better than I expected – making me wish I had tapped the pans a bit before putting them in the oven. The cupcakes rose where the lumpy spots from spooning the batter were, leaving some uneven mounds. They rose quite a bit – filling the cupcake papers half way would have given me perfect cupcakes.

We taste-tested one for the sake of our guests (oh, the sacrifices we make). Overall, the baking results were great. The cupcakes turned out light, fluffy and moist. They were also very tasty! Ben, C & I polished one off, then C asked for another! Considering there was no frosting on them yet, I’d call it a success. And I’m sold! King Arthur, you did a great job on this product.

Here’s the finished product, frosting and all. In the end, it actually worked out well that the tops were uneven. I used them to strategically place the Hello Kitty rings.

 C helped with the frosting a bit – although mostly she just licked the bowl. :)

Happy Birthday, baby girl!

Note:  I was in no way influenced by the company to promote this product. Although I would have loved a sample product to review, this one I paid for myself – and I would do it again!

you are what you eat

I have yet to complete my gluten test, mainly because I’m a bit scared of the ramifications that may accompany reintroduction. After the few snapshots I got from my last small test, I’m a bit wary to try it again. And, yet, for the sake of science, and for that questioning mind of mine, I still plan to give it a go.

I don’t think I ever really gave my thoughts on the 21 Day Sugar Detox, so here’s my high level recap. I definitely wasn’t expecting that it would result in removing gluten from my diet. It’s a PAIN! It is in absolutely everything! Part of me wishes I could go back and not do the 21 day sugar detox… but I know that if I really am gluten sensitive, this could be the cause behind some of the other issues I’ve been dealing with over the past few years. Issues that medical professionals have scratched their heads at and thrown numerous pharmaceuticals at without reprieve. Even my holistic medical advisers have been at a bit of a loss to determine the root cause. But the symptoms seem to line up with gluten sensitivity or celiac disease. So, even though the results of the detox weren’t exactly positive for me, they were very insightful. And, for that, I’d gladly hand over $21 again.

Food is such an important part of our lives. It fuels our bodies and our minds, and yet, too often we reach for something quick to sustain us. Packaged, processed foods are so readily available in our society that trying to stick to whole foods, gluten free or otherwise, is a challenge! During the sugar detox, I didn’t eat out much. When I did, I was typically disappointed of how careful I had to be when ordering and how often hidden sugars were thrown in for an extra “kick”! I’m a definite believer in food’s impact on mood, and there are more and more studies coming out to support this very topic. Here’s one discussing how sugar may be linked to depression. I love the interwebs. :)

I’m not quite sure how I stumbled across this article tonight, in the midst of searching for gluten free articles, but I did, and I liked it, so here it is for you…

update – 21 day sugar detox & my VITAMIX!!

I know, I know… I am SO lagging on posts. Yes, that’s me… the bad blogger. Regardless, I’m here now, so let’s get on with things.

I completed the 21 day sugar detox a few weeks ago.

At first, I didn’t think there was much to write home about. Nothing had changed dramatically for me. Sure, things tasted a bit sweeter now, and everything was going well on the digestive front, but these things didn’t seem like deal breakers to me. I still didn’t know if the detox program was worth the $21 I shelled out for it.

I broke the fast at a fancy dinner before seeing Les Mis. My plan was to introduce one forbidden food at a time, them monitor for reactions. Ummm… not so much. My glass of wine, which was intended to be my only “off detox” splurge quickly gave way to an error in my entrée choice (the fish I chose was encrusted with a wheat/rye mix), which then gave way to dessert (an amazing peanut butter cup that we all shared). Yes, like I said… plan, meet window.

Happily buzzed (I’m a cheap date after a detox!), we were on our merry way to the show. Ah, how I love Les Mis. The music, the story… but I digress…

It wasn’t until later that night, curled up in bed, that I started to feel the effects. My stomach began to hurt – sharp pains in my abdomen woke me. Ugh. This was no. fun. What’s the deal? My body revolting against the carbs I’d consumed? Was it too much wine? The evening coffee/cocktail mixture? Too many variables were at play. My gut instinct (literally!) was that this was a reaction to wheat, but I couldn’t be certain.

A week later, after dining at a friend’s house, I had the same reaction. Sharp, stabbing stomach pains. This time, I had no wine (or alcohol of any sort), no chocolate and no coffee to blame. The weird thing was, I’d been avoiding wheat specifically, thinking that was the culprit, and I didn’t eat anything that screamed “BREAD!!”. However, I then learned that gluten can be hidden in many, many things… such as the bbq sauce adorning the delicious ribs I consumed that evening. Drat.

I’d had one other reaction to a wheat/dairy combo about a year ago. Ben & I had been eating low carb for many months at that point, and decided to splurge for our anniversary. We snacked for our dinner – cheese, crackers, veggies, humus and wine. The crackers were the splurge – it had been so long since we’d had them, and we decided to treat ourselves. Within an hour of our dinner, I felt those same, familiar stabbing pains in my stomach. Hence, the seed of suspicion against gluten was planted.

I have yet to fully prove out my theory. I plan to do a “test” at home, eliminating all other variables and trying out a piece of toast – one I’ve had before without issue. I have a suspicion that this will be a rather painful experience, so I’m planning it out carefully and saving my experiment for a lazy weekend with nothing else to do. The few last times I’ve had issues, my stomach hurt so much that it interrupted my sleep! No bueno!

On to more exciting news… I’ve broken down… and got. a. vitamix. I know, I know, I said they were too expensive. But I’ve changed my mind. It’s worth every penny. I’ve made soups, smoothies, almond butter, almond flour, almond meal, chopped onions, chopped kale… there’s nothing this blender can’t do. Vitamix recipes will be coming soon…

Alright, that’s it for now. Running out of steam and ready for bed. G’night!

mmmmmm… cinnamon banana flaxseed bread

I just came up with an awesome new recipe. It was so awesome, in fact, that I had to blog about it immediately. Seriously, this stuff just came out of the oven, and here I sit, writing to you all. Aren’t I an awesome person?

I based my recipe off this one initially, but then I made quite a few changes and made it my own.

Suzy’s Cinnamon Banana Flax Seed Bread

  • 2/3 cup flax meal
  • 1/3 cup almond meal
  • 1/3 cup ground chia seed
  • 1 Tbsp cinnamon
  • a pinch salt
  • 1 ½ tsp baking soda
  • 4 Tbsp butter
  • 1/2 banana (green tipped) – mushed up with a fork
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/2 cup water

Cooking Steps

1. Oil baking pan. In mixing bowl, combine dry ingredients.
2. In another bowl, beat eggs together. Cut in butter, add banana and vanilla. Mix together.
3. Combine the wet and dry ingredients, adding water as needed to make batter pour-able (slightly dryer is better).
4. Pour batter into regular loaf pan. Top with unsweetened coconut flakes (if desired).
5. Bake at 350 degrees for approximately 40 minutes until baked thru-out.

Suggestions for next time:
– Add more banana, or diced apple
– Add raisins or chocolate chips
– Mix unsweetened coconut flakes or sunflower seeds in to the batter


Mom to "C", wife to Ben. I'm a part-time blogger, cook, organizer, seamstress, house cleaner, taxi, nurse (the mom kind), accountant... I could go on, but really... it's all in the blog. Read away!

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