Author: Jamie

Day 27: Memory & Milk

Day 27: Memory & Milk

Today is my first born son’s birthday.

And on any of my kids’ birthdays, before the cake batter is mixed, and the donkey is violated with aggressively aimed tails, and the once-a-year-candle-powered-wish is issued into the ether, I purposefully spend a minute or two reflecting on what their birth day was like. It’s hard to forget (though some try to!) the events that transpire in and around childbirth, but for such a momentous event, we rarely recollect it. I liken it to the car wreck that didn’t kill you, the bullet you took for a buddy, or the stew your kid made that you ate anyway ‘cause she was watching.

For the squeamish among you, fret not. We will not be going to gory, childbearing places. (But I dig that conversation, too. PM me.)

I’d like to say my memories of that day are sunshine and roses and “the best Christmas present ever” etc, etc. but the truth is – I had it all wrong. And I learned that day what helplessness really is.

I was obstinate about a few things:

  1. No drugs. I was doing this old-school.
  2. No formula. I was going to fuel this kid with super DHA, omega 3, immunity boosting, bone building mama’s milk from day one.
  3. No doctors. No c-sections. It was going to be ancient midwifery practices and keep your scrubs at home.

 

 I got schooled.

 

  1. After I-have-no-idea-how-many hours of labor, and three hours of pushing,  it was discovered that he was upside-down and would not come inside-out.
  2. By the time I kindly asked (reality: loudly begged) for drugs, it was too late to administer them.
  3. When my midwife looked at me and said, “I can’t do anything more, here” two things occurred to me:
    • First, if I didn’t live in a time and place where medical amenities are as abundant as they are, my child or I would’ve been added to a “maternal mortality” list.
    • Second, you do not care about the tidiness of your signature when signing consent for an emergency c-section.
  4. When all was said and done, my body went into shock. There was no milk. Nothing would come. Here, I had this beautiful, ruddy baby, getting thinner before my eyes because I had nothing to give him. On day 3 of no milk, we had to start formula.

And I think about the moms who don’t have that option and resource. What do they do?

 

Sometimes, you WISH to give, and cannot.

The heart’s DESIRE to give, or be, or provide

cannot always override the body’s REFUSAL.

 

The memory of this helplessness stands out to me as something to remedy for someone, if I can.

So in honor of the day, to do something good in it, my son and I are donating funds to The Milk Bank, getting mother’s milk to fragile infants in the US, and to World Vision, helping moms in natural disasters and refugee routes have access to safe places to nurse.

AND! To sweeten the deal,
for every “like” or “share” on this post,
I’ll increase the donation $5, up to $100.

 

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That’s a Happy Birthday.

Yay.

Day 26: Granola

Day 26: Granola

Okay. Fuel for journey. Here we go…

I’m a big fan of homemade granola bars for the following reasons:

  • they’re super easy to make
  • cheaper than buying AND less waste in packaging
  • you get to pick your own flavor combinations
  • the sweeteners we use are healthier and can be locally found at farmer’s markets
  • baking them makes your home smell AMAZING
  • you can give new life to leftover pantry bits (no kidding, one of the best batches I’ve made was with the dregs of cinnamon shredded wheat. Killer!)
  • you get to “nutsmash.” It’s fun…. read on. I’ll show you what I mean…


The Basic Ingredient Outline:

Dry:

  • 6 cups Oats*
  • 1 ½ cups Dried Fruits
  • 1 cup Nuts

Wet:

  • 16 Tablespoons Unsalted Butter
  • ¾ to 1 cup Brown Sugar
  • ¾ to 1 cup honey OR syrup**

Today, we’re making Apricot Cranberry with Almonds and Molasses.

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I used:

  • 6 cups thick cut organic oats
  • ¾ cup chopped dried organic apricots
  • ¾ cup dried organic cranberries
  • 1 cup salted almonds
  • 16 Tablespoons unsalted organic butter
  • ¾ cup organic brown sugar
  • ½ cup maple syrup
  • ¼ cup honey
  • ¼ cup molasses

 

Preheat your oven to 300°

Start by melting down all of your wet ingredients in a small sauce pan

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until they look like this:

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You want this hot, but watch it so it doesn’t boil over.

 

While that’s heating up, put the nuts in a large plastic bag, get yourself a wooden spoon and a three-year-old***, and do this:

(It helps if you leave a small opening in the top of the bag so you don’t pop it…)

 

Throw the nuts, oats, and fruit in a large mixing bowl,

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and pour the hot syrup/honey magma over the top.

 

If you want a crunchier bar, simply mix the ingredients until combined.
If you like a chewier bar, mix until the oats get a little soft from the hot magma.

 

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Now, this is important. You must “grease”**** your cookie sheet, put a piece of parchment over the grease, and grease the parchment.

(Do this or you’ll be sending me angry comments about how impossible it was to get your granola bars out of the pan so you threw the whole thing, cookie sheet and all, out a two story window. Don’t do that. It’s wasteful. And you could severely harm the unlucky bloke beneath your window.)

Then, dump the oat-lot on top of the parchment and spread it out with the back of a spoon. When it’s evenly dispersed, give it a good press and mash so it’s tightly packed.

Bake for 20-30 minutes at 300°, until golden brown. Granola will over brown and burn quickly, so watch it carefully near the end of your bake time.

Rest it on your stove top and set a timer for 5 minutes.

After 5 minutes, cut the granola into whatever size bars you prefer, but DON’T REMOVE THEM until they’ve completely cooled.

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Once cool, they’ll break apart easily and still retain the shape you cut. Wrap your bars in cling wrap for individual servings, or stack them up in a large container. These are good at room temperature, though I’d refrigerate them after a week (if they last that long). You can also freeze them and keep a stash for random road trips…

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There, you see? you’ve just raised the bar.
(Bad, bad, pun. I know.)


 

* If you want a VERY chewy granola bar, use quick oats. You can also substitute a portion of the oats with cereal or other grains.
** I have used honey, brown rice syrup, agave, and maple syrup (in various combinations) for this. Any of them work and are completely up to your taste/nutritional preference. If you use molasses as I did in this batch, add it to the syrup meltdown.
*** three-year-old not required.
**** I use Spectrum organic vegetable shortening, but you can substitute butter.

Day 25: Setting Sail, again.

Day 25: Setting Sail, again.

I’ve set out on this journey… and a few of you, as well. I thank you for the company.

Some days it feels as though we’ve cast out far from shore, making headway to new lands within us and without. Other days I’m certain we’ve only imagined rowing, and are still on dry land, with sore muscles from stirring the sand.

As I was going through some recent writings of mine, I found the following. It’s a good thing to share, I think, as we embark (and re-embark, and re-embark, again) on our respective courses…

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One does not recalibrate a compass.

Like the heart, it is not a machine to be wrenched nor a scale to be reckoned. It is obliged to magnetism, compelled by a pull beyond its reason and perhaps sometimes, too, against its most obstinate will.

A compass can only pulse and wiggle residing in the hand of its bearer; a constant ally when trusted or idle coxswain when unemployed. Like the heart beating now beneath your breast, each flutter will, if you attend, implore you to its home, coerce your calculated maps, and issue a course of its own choosing.

What then, is the bearer to do when his mind and body must navigate a terrain, altered and inhospitable, at the command of such a capricious star? Is there no arguing with this ceaseless needle? Are we rendered agents of whim?

As for this traveler, I risk assent to the pulls of poles and pray the path does not devastate. I endeavor to trust that my heart, like a needle in her glass dome, will not be so easily swayed from its final destination and that if heeded, will not leave me lost in a wilderness of good intent.

 

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As we go, I wish you guiding winds, kind seas, hearty anchors to rest above, and song, song, song,
sung heartily on the decks.


 

Day 24: Gesundheit

Day 24: Gesundheit

…and welcome to allergy season.

But we’re going to resist the urge to look like this:

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and use this:

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to feel like this:

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Now, I’m not an oil-vangelist, but I have come to appreciate their use in homemade perfumes, diffusers, and as a way of giving comfort. When you’re sick and someone rubs coconut oil and eucalyptus on your feet, you feel better, sick or not. And making someone else feel better than before is always a good-thing-of-the-day.

So when my daughter came home with swollen and itchy eyes, sneezing in perpetuity, I decided an allergy relief spray would be worth a go…

Put the essential oils in a 2 oz., dark glass spray bottle.*

  • 10 drops lavender
  • 8 drops lemon
  • 6 drops peppermint

Then add 1/4 teaspoon of sweet almond oil, and fill the rest of the bottle with cool water.

 

Seal and shake.
Spray and breath.

 


The verdict: this doesn’t seem provide MEDICAL relief to severe allergies, but it does briefly clear the airways and it makes you feel awesome ‘cause you smell fresh and feel invigorated. It’s handy to carry with you and it’s a natural alternative.

More relief seems to be given when the oils are diffused into the air, and you hover over the cool vapor.


 

*I get my oil supplies in the natural foods section of my local grocery store. These seem to be the best prices I can find, and when they go on sale, I stock up on roller balls and spray bottles. Please post in the comments if you know of better prices!

Day 23: Fried Eggs at Midnight

Day 23: Fried Eggs at Midnight

When I was a kid, I remember my dad would make two things exceptionally well: spaghetti and poached eggs. (No, not together.)

 

There was a day – I was young, seven or so – when my mom had gone into surgery to have her kidney removed. I remember being scared. Really scared, and really quiet. I remember sitting in the kitchen with an inflatable, pink-polka-dot, inner tube around my torso because while everyone else was going swimming, I wanted to stay by the phone. Just in case.

My dad came in the kitchen. He looked at me, paused, and started boiling water. In the fog of childhood memory, I really can’t be sure if he said anything or if I did, of if, in fact, the inner tube was striped and blue, but I can still see that poached egg he made me, as clear as day. If I try hard enough, I could probably still smell it.


Toast. Butter. Egg cut up, all over the top, with yolk pouring out, and WAY too much pepper for a seven-year-old kid ‘cause that’s how he liked it.


 It was the best egg I’ve ever had.

And I still can’t make a poached egg worth eating, so I cheat and fry ‘em.

My good thing today was coming home from a late rehearsal, aware of the scared and quiet that still lingers in me, and making myself an egg.

My stomach was grumbling but it was my heart that was hungry.


Toast. Butter. Egg cut up, all over the top, with yolk pouring out, and WAY too much pepper for a grown, adult woman ‘cause that’s how he made it.


 

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Day 22: Centering Stones, Part 1

Day 22: Centering Stones, Part 1

Today, we walk down gravel roads.

but it’s the stopping that makes it fun…

 

 


* I call this “part 1” because it was so enjoyable, I’m bound to do it again.
** Forgive the rookie mistake of vertical video taking. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa.

Day 21: A Real Love Letter, As I See It

Day 21: A Real Love Letter, As I See It


I have seen you young.

I have seen you old.

I have seen you in love with someone else.

I have seen you hurt.

I have seen you laugh.

I have seen you rage, and weep, and crumble.

I have seen you win.

I have seen you steal.

I have seen you give without want.

I have seen you play.

I have seen you sleep.

I have seen you smile, and wonder, and pause.

In that embrace across space,
I see you, love,

and love what I see.

Can you see me?
Can you see me?

 

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Day 20: Irish. Whiskey. Butter.

Day 20: Irish. Whiskey. Butter.

Please o Please o Please,
tell me you saved your
Raisin Whiskey Juice
from yesterday.

 

We’re going to make some Irish Butter to put on that soda bread you made on Day 19.

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It’s also rock-steady good on pancakes or buttermilk bread or cooked carrots or fingers (do not chew fingers).

Irish butter is typically not as salty as “American” butter, so you can either use an Irish Butter (like Kerrygold) or mix 4 Tablespoons of salted butter and 4 Tablespoons of unsalted butter together.

Let your butters come to room temperature and cream them with a mixer. Start it up on high and slowly drizzle 3 Tablespoons of the Raisin Whiskey Juice until it’s incorporated.

I also advise the following new kitchen rules:

#1: If it’s in butter, it’s not considered alcohol and kids can eat it.
#2: While incorporating whiskey into butter and residual whiskey sloshes out of the mixer and sprays onto your forearms and cheek, it is perfectly acceptable to lick your wrists and bathe yourself like a cat to get the little drops off your face. (Counter licking is optional, but please, leave the spoon alone.)

 

Now, chill. The butter.

 

This is best done with silicone ice cube trays. Just spoon heaps of butter into the cavities and scrape it off the top.

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Chill until the butter is set, wrap in wax paper bundles,

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and label with love.

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Bhácáil Le grá

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Day 19: Whiskey Raisin Soda Bread

Day 19: Whiskey Raisin Soda Bread

Now we’re talking…

I have made more loaves of Irish Soda Bread than I care to count (calorically speaking) in search of THE ONE. This is pretty close….

We start by saturating raisins with Irish Whiskey (of course we do.)

Take these:

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and throw one cup of raisins into a half cup of whiskey, like this:

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and let them sit for AT LEAST 30 minutes, OR you can leave them on your counter overnight to soak in the whiskey goodness.

In due time, strain the raisins and set them aside, but…VERY IMPORTANT!

 Save the Whiskey.

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Don’t start baking until your raisins are plumped.


The Bread Ingredients:

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  • 1 ¾ cup Unbleached, all-purpose flour
  • ¼ cup whole wheat flour (not pictured)
  • 2 Tablespoons sugar
  • 1 ¼ teaspoon baking soda
  • ¾ teaspoon salt
  • ¾ cup buttermilk
  • 4 Tablespoons unsalted butter, cold

Preheat your oven to 375º.

Mix all your dry ingredients into the bowl and then plop the cold butter in 1/2” cubes onto the flour.

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Now you’re going to “cut in” the butter, by pinching it between your fingertips while combining it to the flour. Pinching out the large clumps, it should look like this:

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Then, plop your plumped raisins in:

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and gently mix them until they’re all coated.

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Add your buttermilk and combine until there is no dry flour.

This bread will only require a soft knead: basically fold the dough over onto itself about 8-10 times. It’s a’gonna be sticky!

Soft kneads are more easily done by scraping the dough up and over with a bench scraper (not pictured), a bowl scraper,

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or a chef’s knife will do in a pinch.

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Otherwise, roll up your sleeves and get to it. (You don’t want to know what my camera looked like when I was done with this post… I’m insured):

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Mound your dough into a 6” dome onto a cookie sheet or baking stone. Slice a large X onto the top of your loaf to keep away the evil spirits. (Not making this up. I love the Irish.)

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Bake at 375º for 35 minutes.

Check for doneness by inserting a metal skewer into the middle of the loaf (my mom always used a knife) and making sure it comes out clean. If it’s still wet inside, turn down your heat to prevent over-browning the crust and bake another 5-10 minutes.

Now, you can stop here and your bread will look like this*…

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Or you can go full-on-bakery-style with me and glaze it….

1. Set aside 3 Tablespoons of the Raisin Whiskey juice (that you saved, remember!?!?) and don’t touch it until tomorrow. Trust Me.

2. Put what remains (about 2 Tablespoons) into a small saucepan and heat it up until it boils and your bubbles start to pop rapidly. Watch it. You’ll see it thicken a bit. Pull it off the heat before it starts to blacken.

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3. Brush the top of the loaf with the syrup and if you want to get REALLY fancy, sprinkle sugar on top. REALLY, REALLY fancy? make it Turbinado Sugar. Hmm. Look at you…

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until she shines…

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Oh! and come back tomorrow. We’re making Whisky Butter.
Yep.

 


*let your bread cool wrapped in a flour sack dish cloth. It will keep the crust from drying out but still allow the steam to escape and not make your bread soggy.

Day 18: Contemplating the Dark

Day 18: Contemplating the Dark


When I cannot find a note on my instrument, I close my eyes to hear it.
When I seek the center of a character, it comes in the cloister of backstage.
When I want to taste every flavor, I shut out all sensation past my tongue.
When I lose my sense of direction, I stop to see where shadows lie,
and thus discover the light.

So it cannot be all bad, the dark.
Despite the fear I might feel in it.

 

“Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed, as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.”
-Herman Melville, from Moby Dick

 

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