Friday, April 29, 2016

Paleo Apple Muffins

Breakfast is honestly the hardest meal for me. Not only am I tired and juggling a newly awoken baby, I am usually starving from breastfeeding throughout the night. I don't want to eat bacon and eggs every morning either, and all my favorite morning foods either my son is allergic to or it's not paleo. (avocado, pancakes, biscuits...need I go on?)

I've started making muffins, usually on Sunday night to last me through the week. They are quick, easy and help me not stare hopelessly in the fridge, my stomach growling. A few weeks ago I found this recipe, and below is how I modified it.

  • 2 cups lightly packed almond flour
  • .5 teaspoons baking soda
  • A dash of salt 
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon all spice 
  • 2 small apples, pealed and grated 
  • 1 tablespoon lemon juice 
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 heaping tablespoons cashew butter (mine was not raw)
  • 1/4 cup honey 
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Grate your apples and drizzle the lemon juice over them, set aside. Combine dry ingredients in another bowl and stir them. Add thc rest of your wet ingredients to the apple lemon bowl and stir. Then add the wet to the dry. Or you can do it like I normally do and just beat it all together in one big bowl. Doing it the first way does make it more flavorful for some odd reason, through. 

Bake in muffin pan with cupcake liners for 20-25 minutes at 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Makes 12 small muffins.  

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Week 34

I thought I would vlog a lot this week, since hubby was off work and we were on vacation. I actually didn't vlog all that much, too busy enjoying life with my husband. We had a great week and Reuben turned 9 months old!

Monday, April 25, 2016

My Sons Father

I grew up without a dad. It's a fact and it also says a lot about me. It wasn't my moms fault, and it's her story and not mine to tell. But my dad rarely visited. He would come once a year. He would tell me on the phone how much my mom really hated me too, and to burn my homework, but that's another story.

Reuben has a dad.

I don't know what dads are supposed to do. At least, that is the first thing I remember thinking, after the survival weeks of newborn cluster feeding wore off. What do dads do? I don't know.

That was also the first time I realized I missed out on something as a kid. Not to say my mom was a bad mom. She is amazing. She put herself through college with kids and became a teacher and we had a home of love. But I never had a dad.

When I was little it didn't bother me, I actually didn't think about it much. My mom loved me. She made me cakes on my birthday and read me books and took me to tennis practice and bought me a clarinet and braided my hair and gifted me my first bible.

But I do know there are struggles and issues I deal with in my life due to the absence of a strong, loving male role model. Not to say my past is responsible for bad decisions I made, but more like I can see a correlation.

Seeing Reuben have what I never did is twofold. On one hand I thank God for my husband and rejoice that he is such a wonderful father. And on the other hand I mourn and grieve over the empty hole in my own life.

I am glad that I get to discover what a dad does, even if it's through my sons eyes.