Pumpkin Waffles with Apple Compote

Another yummy combo using Einkorn Flour that we tried.  Try it and see for yourself. We are really loving Einkorn Flour for all our baking needs. So happy that we discovered it and Young Living.

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Ingredients

  • 1 ¼ cups Einkorn flour
  • 2 tablespoons coconut flour (optional for crisper waffles)
  • 1 cup milk
  • ½ cup pumpkin puree
  • 2 tablespoons butter, melted
  • 2 eggs
  • ¼ cup brown sugar
  • ½ teaspoon vanilla
  • ½ teaspoon baking soda
  • ½ teaspoon baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • ½ teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice

 Directions

  1. Mix milk, pumpkin puree, butter, vanilla, and eggs together
  2. Add remaining ingredients and mix thoroughly until uniform and consistent
  3. Cook waffles according to the instructions for your waffle maker

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Apple Compote

  • 2 apples, peeled, cored, and diced
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 1 teaspoon lemon juice
  • 2 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • ½ cup of chopped pecans

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 Directions

  1. Melt butter under medium high heat
  2. Mix lemon juice with apples
  3. Sauté apples until slightly browned and softened (about 4-5 minutes)
  4. Add brown sugar, pecans, and cinnamon. Sauté an additional 1-2 minutes.
  5. Place on top of waffles
  6. Top off waffles with whip cream
  7. Eat

 

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Exactly What I Needed

This weekend was exactly what I needed. I started January 1st with the phrase “highest potential.”  That is my 2016 resolution. To strive for my highest potential. I love this quote I read recently from Oprah Winfrey:

“Create the highest, grandest vision possible for your life, because you become what you believe. ” So true. So difficult to do. This is what I am working this year to do. Create my vision.

After I had Bryce I became an extension of him. His needs were my needs, and his schedule was my schedule. I got lost in the exhaustion and work of baby. I thought it would get better when he turned one. But it didn’t. And then my mom died in July.  Oh did I bury the grief. I just couldn’t deal with it. Too much pain. And this fall I paid for it. Summer turned to fall, and I realized I was lost. Lost as a mom, lost as a wife, lost as a worker. And tired. So so so tired. My health had taken a major nosedive when I became a mother. I wasn’t taking care of myself. I was getting sick all the time. My weight was creeping up. I was getting tired just going up the stairs. I excused it with I was a new mother and just didn’t have time.  But my baby is now a toddler. I was running out of excuses. And eventually I would have to deal with my emotions from mom’s death.

This weekend I had a come to reality check. I became honest with myself. Which we all know is about as easy as watching money grow on trees. Why is change so hard? Why is seeing yourself honestly so scary?

Basically I have decided that I have got to put myself first. Take care of my health, take care of my relationships. But most importantly create my “vision.” So I started working out this weekend. Gave up sugar (so hard!!) and I am committing to reaching my goals. There is many more checks on my list but you get the gist.

It is time to hustle.

I recently bought this oil blend from Young Living called Highest Potential.  It is designed to increase your capacity to achieve your dreams.  I put it on my wrists everyday as I head out the door and it really is helping my mood.

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Ingredients:

Australian Blue  (which is another YL blend) is stabilizing and inspiring.

Gathering (another  YL blend) helps with overcoming mis-guided energy that takes us away from our focus.

Jasmine essential oil is uplifting and helps with feelings of lost hope and anxiousness.

Ylang Ylang essential oil is extremely balancing to your energies. May help restore confidence.

I know I have my work cut out for me. Saying I will do something and actually doing it are two separate things. But I also know I cannot continue as I am. So my exactly what I needed this weekend was a reality check. Let’s keep the momentum going.

 

My January Essential Oils Order

I love when my monthly box arrives. This month I decided to try the Einkorn Spaghetti. We cooked it the night it arrived! It tastes the same to me as regular pasta and it has a nice texture.

This is everything that came in my box this month:

Orange Essential Oil

I love the smell of this one. It also pairs well with a lot of other oils in the diffuser. It is considered a “happy” oil. Who doesn’t like the smell of oranges?

Pine Essential Oil

I grew up in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. I love the smell of pine trees. This oil takes me back to my childhood.

Tea Tree Essential Oil

This oil is good for so much and I actually really like the smell. It is spa like to me. I love diffusing it.

Valor Essential Oil

I use this on my feet every night before I go to bed. 1-2 drops on each foot and I am out like a lightbulb in no time. It is that good.

RC Essential Oil

This Eucalyptus oil blend really helps open up your sinuses. When a cold or allergy hits, this is great to diffuse. I also really like the smell.

Einkorn Flour

This has been a game changer for us. Brian can eat this and not take a gluten hit. We have been using in so many recipes and love the taste.

Einkorn Spaghetti

We loved it and plan to order more. It has more protein than regular spaghetti as well as more vitamins and minerals.

If you are interested in ordering essential oils or getting started with your own essential oil kit, click here to do so. Young Living has a customized monthly box program that gives you reduced shipping rates and gives you 10-20% back in cash! It really is a good deal. This is what I have signed up for and I am loving it. You can alter your ship dates and what goes in your box all month long. I love the flexibility of it.

Have a great rest of the month everyone!

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Picture Day – A Toddler’s View

Being a kid sucks.

I mean, to an adult, being a kid is awesome: you have zero responsibilities, zero stress; all you have to worry about is whether you want mac and cheese or chicken nuggets for dinner, or how many laps you can run around the couch before you get dizzy and fall over, or how many colored scribbles you can get on the wall before your parents have a hissy fit.

But actually being a kid sucks.

You’re always getting hauled off to places you don’t care about. Trips to the grocery store or to Target. Stops at the bank. A daily sojourn to day care or the babysitter. Then, you’re being forced to do all sorts of things that interest you not a bit. Eating vegetables. Going to bed at a “reasonable” hour. Not coloring on the walls.

But despite these day-to-day inconveniences, I don’t know that, for a kid, there is any indignity worse than picture day.

You wake up, hoping for a day of cartoons and playgrounds, of candy and sunshine, but the parents are up. And they’re a little bit more wound up than usual. Bustling about. Rushing through breakfast. Nipping at each other about time and duties and outfits and responsibilities. Then they’re stuffing you into stiff clothes that — let’s be honest — are a little long in the sleeve or short in the leg: uncomfortable threads that rub and irritate and constrict and ride up.

Next thing you know, you’re crammed into the car seat — but you can’t have any snacks, because you can’t get any gunk on your hands, and you can’t have anything to drink, because you might spill it on yourself. Then they stick you in some photographers outdoor Christmas scene, and sure, there are cool things to touch around you, but your parents are getting mad at you for trying to run around, and you got scolded for unwrapping the shiny presents. There’s nothing really to do except sit around and not have fun. Anathema for a toddler.

There is some weird adult there with a fancy camera, poking and prodding at you and telling you where to stand, how to sit, where to prop your knees, and she keeps telling you to “smile” or say “puppies” and all manner of adults-talking-to-kids-they-don’t-know nonsense.

Intolerable.

You can bear it for a few minutes because you’re generally agreeable, and your parents seem really concerned about you doing what this camera wielding adult asks. But you’re only 18 months. There’s only so much you can stand. The ants start creeping in and you have no more patience for holding still. They’re still asking you to smile, but all you can do is bare your teeth like a wild animal and start running away with the sparkly ornament that has fixated you since you arrived to this weird scene. Meanwhile, your parents are jumping around in the background waving their arms like maniacs trying to get you to smile and sit still.

Finally, the parental units give up, and you are crammed back in the car seat and driven home, where you are allowed to put normal clothes on again and have something decent to eat. And what do you have to show for this? A handful of pictures featuring you, which makes not an ounce of sense to you, seeing as the house is already full of pictures of you.  But mom is happy and saying words like “scrapbook worthy” and “photo calendar.” So I guess it wasn’t too bad.