Category Archives: Food

One of those weeks.

Wowza. I’m glad it’s Friday. This has definitely been one of those weeks where, if it’s not one thing, it’s something else. I don’t like being a Master Complainer, but I need to get this off my chest.

This week we’ve:

  • Had glass bottle of very sticky soda smash on the kitchen floor. Cleaned it up, but not well enough.
  • Woken up to ants all over the sticky mess. Got rid of the ants and the stick mess with the steam mop.
  • Cracked two horribly rotten eggs from our darling chickens (first time I’ve experienced that).
  • Come home to Willow in her crate, surrounded by a pool of diarrhea and vomit (the crate that’s in the bedroom, our one carpeted room). This led to a multitude of complications, including the house reaching 85 degrees while we attempted to air it out.
  • Experienced the at-least-weekly cat vomit in the morning.
  • Woken up to another kitchen ant attack.
  • Probably had other absurd things happen that have blissfully escaped my mind.

BUT! We’ve had some good, too:

  • Sadie and I joined our friends for a end-of-the-summer swim and takeout dinner.
  • I went to my second ICAN meeting and felt really good about it. Went more in-depth about Sadie’s birth story.
  • Coincidentally bumped into a woman from the ICAN meeting as I was fleeing my poopy house and was invited to my first La Leche League meeting. This provided the perfect escape from the house–Sadie and I were able to eat dinner, play with other babies and talk about breastfeeding while the house aired out.
  • As I write this, running late for work, Trevor is kindly fixing me breakfast so I can take a breather. Thanks, love.

Oh, how I hope this Friday and weekend go better than the rest of this week.


Does the fact that Sadie talks to and kisses (okay, I might have encouraged that one) the baby on her yogurt cup make her totally awesome or a little bit crazy? She doesn’t even bother learning the sign or word “yogurt;” we’ve just learned that whenever she’s eating and suddenly demands BABY! It’s time to get out some yogurt.

Oh, and Sadie has totally learned to say “cheese!” for the camera n

(In other news.) After quite a bit of a break, I’m back to my workout routine. I just did 91 push ups, and tomorrow morning I’m redrafting my C25k program. This time, I’ve got a friend joining me. It’ll be fun telling her to run and walk like I’m the boss. Too bad it’ll be my phone running my ass to begin with!

The Fat Goat Challenge

Let me begin by making this disclaimer: I know that I am not overweight. I have a healthy BMI, and the vast majority of the foods I consume are very healthy. Having said that, however, I will admit that I have a very unhealthy body image. And seeing this photo of myself has kind of put me over the edge. I wanted to cry and gag at the same time.

I'm posting this here as a motivation to myself. I want to look better by the next time I take a picture like this with Sadie.

I know, it’s probably not nearly as bad as I think it is. And I realize I’m being a total drama queen about it. But THIS is not how I want to look. Not even close. This makes me want to avoid being in pictures of Sadie, and that is a horrible way to live. I’ve tried working on thinking about my body differently, and it’s just not working. I don’t think I can trick myself into feeling good about my body unless I do something to get my body into a shape I’m happy with. And feeling good about my body is really important to me, because I want to be a good role model for Sadie. (This seems pretty convoluted, I’m sure… I want her to feel good about her body no matter what, so I have to change how my body looks in order to feel good about my own body–gah!)

At any rate, it’s time to make some changes. Changes in what I eat and my lack of activity. Cutting back on desserts is my main issue. And getting my butt into action is going to be hard. Which is why I’m being a little cliche and putting this down here. Self-discipline isn’t one of my strong suits. So here we go.

Starting today, Monday June 28, I will begin the One Hundred Push Ups challenge. I’m going to start out doing push ups on my knees, and once I complete this challenge, I’ll redo it the “regular” way. I’m completely grossed out with my arms, so this should help. It should also help me from getting so worn out holding a rapidly-growing Sadie. There’s also a sit ups challenge, and I might consider adding this at some point. My belly was a problem area before I got pregnant, so you can just imagine how I feel about it now.

I am also starting to use the Lose it! app on my iPhone. This is also going to be pretty tough. I’m not exactly sure my current weight, but I’m setting the goal right now of losing eight pounds, at one pound per week. I think this program will help me identify the foods I could relatively easily cut out–or at least drastically reduce the portions sizes.

Anyway, I’m planning on creating a page to track this, though I’m not exactly sure how that’ll work. I’ve got one friend from work participating in the One Hundred Push Ups already–anybody else want to join in on one or both of these?

Millions of Peaches.

Okay, maybe not millions. But WAY more than I’d anticipated. When I ordered a half bushel. Which is about 25 pounds. Give or take. Which is A LOT of peaches, FYI.

I have

  • Bartered 10 of them for some babysitting;
  • Mashed eight cups to make jam (asap);
  • Made one batch of peach sorbet;
  • Made two batches of peach ice cream; and
  • Put a bunch in my belly.

And…. I still have a lot of peaches. I think I’ll make another batch of sorbet, and then maybe I’ll prep and freeze the rest to have handy for making future batches of ice cream and sorbet. The awesome news is that this is just the second week or so of peach season, so there will be more peaches to purchase and enjoy. I was always kind of so-so about peaches growing up, until I finally tried local peaches. Holy cow, those are some sweet peaches! The ones I’m working with now are from Drewry Farm & Orchards, and according to Nancy Drewry (Awesome name, I know!) they are Garnette Beauty. Next up are a semi-freestone variety. I think I might get  some (not a half bushel this time) to can slices for the winter.

It’s a lot of work, but I can’t even tell you how much fun I’ve been having. This will be my first year to make peach jam. I’ve already done strawberry, blackberry and mixed berry (strawberry, blackberry and blueberry) this season. And I’ve got a gallon of muscadine juice ready to be turned into jelly in my freezer. If only I could find some good directions on how to do it that make sense… I also want to make and can red sauce, because we eat a lot of homemade pizza, AND I’ve discovered that Sadie will eat most anything (eggplant, squash, carbs) if it’s covered in red sauce–takes after her Mama, that one.

Violet. Sadie is a blueberry-eating machine!

So we went to the farmers market the other Saturday. And I bought some blueberries. Lots of them. I intend to make more jam, but we also like just munching them.

Sadie, apparently is a blueberry fiend. She ate at LEAST half a pint in one go. It was all I could just to get them inside. Oh, and when I dared to put them in the fridge! She started bouncing up and down, whimpering for more.

So, yeah, we’ve been eating a lot of blueberries.

In fact! I invented a recipe this morning, and if I ever perfect it, I’ll be sure to share it. Oatmeal blueberry pancakes. Pretty tasty!

A quick lesson from my mistake.

I feel like many people, before Sadie was born, talked a lot about how after we had Sadie, we’d be doing laundry all the time. Of course, we’re cloth diapering, so that was a no-brainer. But all along, I’ve been pretty pleasantly surprised that, other than the cloth diapers, we’ve only added one load of laundry to the week’s chore (usually done on Sunday), and sometimes only once every other week. It’s just kind of depended on how many outfits Sadie’s gone through in a week.

Enter solid food. And a messy eater.

Solid food + messy eater + time spent in the hamper = black spots on Sadie’s clothes!!!! Son-of-a-bitch! Turns out, people with kids are washing their kids’ clothes more often so that, you know, MOLD doesn’t grow on them.

I feel like a slob. Like an idiot. And kind of pissed off that now we’re going to have to figure out washing Sadie’s “soiled” clothes more frequently than once a week.

Anyone have any recommendations on getting the mold spots out? I’ve tried Oxyclean.

Sweet, sweet Arkansas

Here’s a great reason to love Arkansas: the strawberries. It seems a little crazy that we’ve been munching on our first quart of the year, and it’s only April, but you won’t hear any complaining out of me! As with tomatoes, my exposure to locally-grown strawberries has made it nearly impossible to enjoy store-bought berries. Some fruits and veggies can get by me without my noticing the difference (a baker potato is a baker potato…tasty no matter what). But I’ve even found myself holding back from giving Sadie strawberries from the store, like I’ve been subconsciously protecting her pallate from the less-flavorful imposters (okay, and the JUMBO strawberries on the market right now–yowza, that’s just not natural).

So I was way excited to share with Sadie some of the season’s early pick of berries, which I bought from Hardin Farm, courtesy of the Food Club. Here are some of the results:

She wasn't quite sure what to think. They were still a bit cold from the fridge, and that tends to throw her off.

Okay, so she totally looks like a zombie in this picture, but I promise she's demanding more!

Getting the hang of it.

Oh, now this is fun!

Totally worth it.