If you are a parent, your little one probably has a special. That something that they go to bed with, that something they hold when they are sick, that something they hold when they are scared...a special.
My dear princess peach had a special. His name was putter. I labeled this loosing someone you love and not something as putter wasn't a something to princess...
On Friday our dear family made our way around a wine village of France, not far from Dijon. Putter in hand. Somewhere between a bathroom break and picture taken, the princess forgot to pick up her cat. We didn't notice...blame it on the scenery! By the time we got back to the car, our dear little princess asked 'Where's putter?' Dad went back to everywhere we had been, with no luck. Our little princess had lost her special.
Putter isn't just a special bought by some relative, or the fuzzy stuffy that you get as a baby. Putter was her Grandpa Mike's cat when he was sick in the hospital (it reminded him of the real putter, as his home). When Grandpa Mike died, we were there and putter went to miss peach. It was her special from that moment on. As her mummy I have guarded putter with my life. He has gone everywhere with us, even with some 'don't take him!' I have lovingly patched putter up, when he lost his fur and the beads started falling out. I have lovingly taken the princess's favorite shirts, cut them up and sewed them all over putter.
On our way back from the wine village, the princess was weeping and waling in a pool of tears. I know it wasn't just for the loss of her beloved putter, but because it was given to her by her Grandpa. Grandpa is just as special to the princess. When we got back to our flat, I took our princess to the toy store (conveniently located steps from our flat!) I told her that putter can never be replaced, but maybe there would be room in her heart for some other little special. I had been eyeing a dolly in the window all week, this was a good time to check it out. As we went in, I pointed out to the princess what I thought might be a good choice. She agreed, we actually got the smaller one as the one I was eyeing was 50 Euros! Her name is Louison. How french! She has not left the princess's side...
I can't believe we lost our dear putter. He was so much more then a special, and a big part of our lives. He will never be forgotten and we will miss him dearly.
I just hope he was picked up by someone who might love him, nearly as much as he was loved by us.
xo
Sunday 31 July 2011
Friday 29 July 2011
Finding Real Food in France
When I thought about coming to France. The thought of 'Real Food' was exciting. I was imagining a country of raw milk, grass fed cows and raw cheeses. Let me tell you dear reader. I have yet to find such items. I'm not sure why I thought that France would by my heaven of whole and traditional foods...but it's not. I have been on the hunt, but to much failure. We have been to markets and even finding organic is proving difficult! I did manage to find some great butter (what is it with me and butter?!). In this crazy country of none traditional foods, everything is cooked in butter, which is great. I have not craved sweets or goodies. My appetite has been small. Even the taste of Pain Au chocolate, hasn't been all that satisfying! Oh the awesome power of eating properly!
Today is market day. Today in Dijon, I will gather my trolley and head out in hunt of those dreamed real foods again. My list is raw milk, raw cheese, butter, and some grass fed meat...
I hope you are all well and eating healthy!
Au Revoir mes amis!
xo
Today is market day. Today in Dijon, I will gather my trolley and head out in hunt of those dreamed real foods again. My list is raw milk, raw cheese, butter, and some grass fed meat...
I hope you are all well and eating healthy!
Au Revoir mes amis!
xo
Friday 22 July 2011
England! Year 1!
One year ago, our very tired family arrived at Heathrow Airport. It's been one year since our visa was stamped. One year ago we started on this crazy England adventure.
It all started with a sentence almost said under his breath 'what do you think about England?' It was meant to be a seed, as it was a seed that was planted in his head. I knew then that we were headed to England. When your a wife to an executive you go where the work is calling. I really wasn't worried. We had talked about England before. My list of 'requirements' was little...but for a stay at home mum and having three kids under 5, they were necessary.
1) we're not living in London
2) The back garden must be child friendly
3) I want green and rolling hills
4) WE'RE NOT LIVING IN LONDON
With the help of the awesome staff at the relocation consultancy we were able to find school, a house and everything else imaginable. They were my angels, and I couldn't of kept my sanity without them.
So we're one year on with two more to go.
What can I say about England?! it's FUCKING amazing balls! seriously people if you get the chance go!
England is every part of me that I love. The country, the green, the cows, the chickens, the farms, the hills, the horses, the history, the travel......I seriously heart this country. I have access to awesome foods! I have access to awesome farmers! I have access to all things organic (at an awesome price!) I have access to all things Tudors...seriously, I heart this place! I have learned some things about me and my family. I have learned about life. I know it's only been a year. But when you are put into a situation where it's you and only you...it's really sink or swim time. The life here is like being at the cottage 24/7. There is nothing on the telly. Shops close at 5. The weather is hit or miss. The people are a little different, while still being the same (make sense?)
In one year we've had lots of company! We love company! We have a great spare room, and I welcome all. The man is not so enthusiastic about company, but he's a Davey so he's not to fault. We've always had a policy at our house; The door is always open, stay as long as you like. But if you stay too long you might have to take a child home with you.
We are looking forward to the next year and all the things it will bring. Hopefully more family visits -mum, S&K, Mum & Don, Mikey, Dad, A&C (I'm pointing a big finger at you!) Friends-C&M, Kelly. We're looking forward to more travel-FRANCE TOMORROW! I'm hoping to get to my beloved Ireland...maybe without kids?! There is so much to see here, I doubt we'll see it all!
So England, you have blessed me with a great year! Here's to two more! Cheers!
xo
It all started with a sentence almost said under his breath 'what do you think about England?' It was meant to be a seed, as it was a seed that was planted in his head. I knew then that we were headed to England. When your a wife to an executive you go where the work is calling. I really wasn't worried. We had talked about England before. My list of 'requirements' was little...but for a stay at home mum and having three kids under 5, they were necessary.
1) we're not living in London
2) The back garden must be child friendly
3) I want green and rolling hills
4) WE'RE NOT LIVING IN LONDON
With the help of the awesome staff at the relocation consultancy we were able to find school, a house and everything else imaginable. They were my angels, and I couldn't of kept my sanity without them.
So we're one year on with two more to go.
What can I say about England?! it's FUCKING amazing balls! seriously people if you get the chance go!
England is every part of me that I love. The country, the green, the cows, the chickens, the farms, the hills, the horses, the history, the travel......I seriously heart this country. I have access to awesome foods! I have access to awesome farmers! I have access to all things organic (at an awesome price!) I have access to all things Tudors...seriously, I heart this place! I have learned some things about me and my family. I have learned about life. I know it's only been a year. But when you are put into a situation where it's you and only you...it's really sink or swim time. The life here is like being at the cottage 24/7. There is nothing on the telly. Shops close at 5. The weather is hit or miss. The people are a little different, while still being the same (make sense?)
In one year we've had lots of company! We love company! We have a great spare room, and I welcome all. The man is not so enthusiastic about company, but he's a Davey so he's not to fault. We've always had a policy at our house; The door is always open, stay as long as you like. But if you stay too long you might have to take a child home with you.
We are looking forward to the next year and all the things it will bring. Hopefully more family visits -mum, S&K, Mum & Don, Mikey, Dad, A&C (I'm pointing a big finger at you!) Friends-C&M, Kelly. We're looking forward to more travel-FRANCE TOMORROW! I'm hoping to get to my beloved Ireland...maybe without kids?! There is so much to see here, I doubt we'll see it all!
So England, you have blessed me with a great year! Here's to two more! Cheers!
xo
Tuesday 19 July 2011
Riding the waves of Depression
In the waves of depression, days are measured in highs and lows. The lows are the lowest and the highs are the highest. There never seems to be a 'in the middle'. In the waves of depression, you float between self confidence and self doubts. When the winds are blowing and the white caps are high, you find yourself alone and confused. You find yourself wondering how the tide took you so far. On the days that the waves are big enough to capsize you, you just want to be left alone. Sunny days and calm seas bring out the best of the waters. You float, relaxed and light. You taste the sweet salt. You sometimes sit on the sand and feel the warmth that calm water bring in. All these waves of depression, leave you tired and worn out from the fight to stay a float. You never know when the next big wave is going to take you out.
There are so many of us, riding the waves. Almost 15 million according to National Institute of Mental Health in 2010..did you just read that right?! in 2010, the National Institute of Mental Health noted that almost 15 million of us were suffering from clinical depression. Wow. Those of us suffering from depression often feel so alone...who knew that it was so far from the truth.
So what causes these 'waves of depression'? Postpartum, Post traumatic stress, your genes, stressful life...
My dear sweet readers; if you suffer from depression, please don't suffer alone. You know misery loves company! That's not what I mean, I mean GET HELP! You don't have to suffer. There are so many options in dealing with depression, its any wonder why there are so many of us suffering!
Depression is NOTHING be ashamed of. It's a condition. A hiccup. A blip. A thing. A bug. Depression is a condition of the mind, soul, spirit, and heart. I know how it takes over and rules your life. You'll never really be free of it. So you have to work with it. Please don't suffer. Please don't sit there feeling like life is over and you'll never be normal. Get off your ass and take care of it. I know I make it sound so easy. Please don't let it get to the point where your sitting at your kitchen table crying over something rather another, while your spouse runs around trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
The waves may take you for one nasty ride. But together we can ride it out. You don't have to suffer alone. You don't have to worry about asking for help. Help is good!
Here are some symptoms, taken from the NHS website. If you think you may be suffering from depression, or know someone who is (please offer them support)-SEEK HELP!
There are so many of us, riding the waves. Almost 15 million according to National Institute of Mental Health in 2010..did you just read that right?! in 2010, the National Institute of Mental Health noted that almost 15 million of us were suffering from clinical depression. Wow. Those of us suffering from depression often feel so alone...who knew that it was so far from the truth.
So what causes these 'waves of depression'? Postpartum, Post traumatic stress, your genes, stressful life...
My dear sweet readers; if you suffer from depression, please don't suffer alone. You know misery loves company! That's not what I mean, I mean GET HELP! You don't have to suffer. There are so many options in dealing with depression, its any wonder why there are so many of us suffering!
Depression is NOTHING be ashamed of. It's a condition. A hiccup. A blip. A thing. A bug. Depression is a condition of the mind, soul, spirit, and heart. I know how it takes over and rules your life. You'll never really be free of it. So you have to work with it. Please don't suffer. Please don't sit there feeling like life is over and you'll never be normal. Get off your ass and take care of it. I know I make it sound so easy. Please don't let it get to the point where your sitting at your kitchen table crying over something rather another, while your spouse runs around trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
The waves may take you for one nasty ride. But together we can ride it out. You don't have to suffer alone. You don't have to worry about asking for help. Help is good!
Here are some symptoms, taken from the NHS website. If you think you may be suffering from depression, or know someone who is (please offer them support)-SEEK HELP!
Psychological symptoms include:
- continuous low mood or sadness
- feelings of hopelessness and helplessness
- low self-esteem
- tearfulness
- feelings of guilt
- feeling irritable and intolerant of others
- lack of motivation and little interest in things
- difficulty making decisions
- lack of enjoyment
- suicidal thoughts or thoughts of harming yourself
- feeling anxious or worried
- reduced sex drive
Physical symptoms include:
- slowed movement or speech
- change in appetite or weight (usually decreased, but sometimes increased)
- constipation
- unexplained aches and pains
- lack of energy or lack of interest in sex
- changes to the menstrual cycle
- disturbed sleep patterns (for example, problems going to sleep or waking in the early hours of the morning)
Social symptoms include:
- not doing well at work
- taking part in fewer social activities and avoiding contact with friends
- reduced hobbies and interests
- difficulties in home and family life
No one said this road was going to be easy. No one said it was going to be so hard either! There is no reason to hide your head in shame. You are not alone and you don't have to suffer.
xo
Friday 15 July 2011
pop pop pop, popcorn...
Who doesn't love popcorn?!
Enjoy!
mmmm popcorn! I promise you won't regret it!
Enjoy!
mmmm popcorn! I promise you won't regret it!
Nut Butter and Honey Popcorn Best popcorn EVER!
Wednesday 13 July 2011
It's Butter Wednesday, y'all
Today is butter Wednesday! Why?! Well because it's also Farm Box day!
Check out the Weston A Price Foundation take on why butter is better! Please also scoot on down to the healthy home economist, as she also gives some great information on the untold story of butter.
Remember to do your research and make mindful decisions for you and your family.
xo
Tuesday 12 July 2011
Why it takes 20 minutes to wipe the table..
Washing the table at my house consists of washing the table, wiping the chairs and cleaning off the baby's high chair. At a normal house, this is a 5 minute (at most) task. But this isn't an ordinary house..this is a house of 3 kids and 1 crazy mamma...
Shall we start?
6:00 grabbing the dish cloth, I head for the table..I don't even get a corner done before I hear
'Maaam, I gotta pee'
'okay buddy so go'
'I need help with my pants'
head to the bathroom, help Mario with his pants and head back to the table..
'Maaaam, I peed'
'Great buddy, come get your pants'
'I can't'
'Why not?'
'Because there is pee on the floor'
Back to the Bathroom; Dear Reader, there is not pee on the floor. There is a flood of pee on the floor..Gross! Grab a rag and clean up the mess. Put pants back on Mario. Head to the table.
'Maaam'
'What now?!'
'I gotta poop'
'Then, go'
'my pants!'
right, the pants. Take pants off Mario (Again). Make sure he's really on the Loo this time! Back to the table.
'Maaam!'
'Yes, buddy'
'I'm done'
Le sigh...
'There's nothing there buddy'
'Oh, okay' -As he runs off
He doesn't ask for pants, I don't offer
Back to the table-I've only done a 1/4 at this point
Ring, Ring
'hello?'
'Hello, this is Halifax Nat West Calling'
Click
Back to the table-as I head into the kitchen, I notice Luigi sitting in front of the (locked) pantry..eating, bouillon cubes..snuck open from the tiny crack he could open at the bottom..
'Dude, really..are you really eating chicken bouillon? Go play with something else!'
Half the table done!
bong bong bong...bong bong.. (can't you tell this is the sound of golf balls?)
'What the heck is going on?!'
Mario and Luigi have taken golf balls from daddy's golf bag and are seeing which brother can have a golf ball bounce off them better...
'Okay, how about no?!' Take the balls, shut the office. Hand Luigi a plastic ball and suggest that Mario get some pants on...back to the table..Yes I'm still cleaning the table!
Ring Ring
'Hello?'
'This is free message, please don't hang up'
click
Done the table!
clang clang clang clang..
'What in Sam Hill?!'
Luigi running for his life while holding a handful of DVDs
Save the DVD's, Hand him blocks, head back to the table.
Get a chair done!
Ring Ring..
'Seriously?'- We know approximately 5 people in this country'
'Hello?'
'Hello Tiffany, it's Tony the Lawnman...does your lawn need a hair cut'
'yes'
click -love this man..I hear from him once a fortnight and it's not more then 30 seconds
Another chair done!
'Maaaam!'
'What??!!'
'Luigi is eating cream!'
'Oh hell!'
I would love to say that I rushed to rescue the cream. But I knew what he was eating was organic and natural..so yes I left him so I could finish the table. 20 minutes later..I wasn't even done. But I tossed in the towel and called it a night.
My house isn't neat. It's clean and passable..but untidy..is it any wonder? Really?
Shall we start?
6:00 grabbing the dish cloth, I head for the table..I don't even get a corner done before I hear
'Maaam, I gotta pee'
'okay buddy so go'
'I need help with my pants'
head to the bathroom, help Mario with his pants and head back to the table..
'Maaaam, I peed'
'Great buddy, come get your pants'
'I can't'
'Why not?'
'Because there is pee on the floor'
Back to the Bathroom; Dear Reader, there is not pee on the floor. There is a flood of pee on the floor..Gross! Grab a rag and clean up the mess. Put pants back on Mario. Head to the table.
'Maaam'
'What now?!'
'I gotta poop'
'Then, go'
'my pants!'
right, the pants. Take pants off Mario (Again). Make sure he's really on the Loo this time! Back to the table.
'Maaam!'
'Yes, buddy'
'I'm done'
Le sigh...
'There's nothing there buddy'
'Oh, okay' -As he runs off
He doesn't ask for pants, I don't offer
Back to the table-I've only done a 1/4 at this point
Ring, Ring
'hello?'
'Hello, this is Halifax Nat West Calling'
Click
Back to the table-as I head into the kitchen, I notice Luigi sitting in front of the (locked) pantry..eating, bouillon cubes..snuck open from the tiny crack he could open at the bottom..
'Dude, really..are you really eating chicken bouillon? Go play with something else!'
Half the table done!
bong bong bong...bong bong.. (can't you tell this is the sound of golf balls?)
'What the heck is going on?!'
Mario and Luigi have taken golf balls from daddy's golf bag and are seeing which brother can have a golf ball bounce off them better...
'Okay, how about no?!' Take the balls, shut the office. Hand Luigi a plastic ball and suggest that Mario get some pants on...back to the table..Yes I'm still cleaning the table!
Ring Ring
'Hello?'
'This is free message, please don't hang up'
click
Done the table!
clang clang clang clang..
'What in Sam Hill?!'
Luigi running for his life while holding a handful of DVDs
Save the DVD's, Hand him blocks, head back to the table.
Get a chair done!
Ring Ring..
'Seriously?'- We know approximately 5 people in this country'
'Hello?'
'Hello Tiffany, it's Tony the Lawnman...does your lawn need a hair cut'
'yes'
click -love this man..I hear from him once a fortnight and it's not more then 30 seconds
Another chair done!
'Maaaam!'
'What??!!'
'Luigi is eating cream!'
'Oh hell!'
I would love to say that I rushed to rescue the cream. But I knew what he was eating was organic and natural..so yes I left him so I could finish the table. 20 minutes later..I wasn't even done. But I tossed in the towel and called it a night.
My house isn't neat. It's clean and passable..but untidy..is it any wonder? Really?
Monday 11 July 2011
Educating our Children
Happy Monday reader!
Today as my kids go back to school for another week, thoughts of teaching our children flood my head. For those of you who don't know, in the UK school doesn't end for another 2 weeks!
I wanted to take this Monday to talk to you about teaching our Children. I don't want to make this long, I have a feeling it will be. I just want to give you a pep talk.
Children are sponges. They WANT to learn. The LOVE to learn and they YERN to learn! Seriously. I know, I know..your looking at your kid right now going..'my kid has his finger up his nose and runs in circles while running into walls.' THAT'S GREAT! I bet your thinking that I have totally flipped my lid. I haven't. The motto in my house is 'every opportunity is a learning opportunity'. If you know my house, then you know that there is nothing off limits when it comes to my kids. They know about everything from babies to thunder. I believe it's my job as a parent to be honest to my kids. If they want to know why boys have a penis and girls have vaginas..we look that up. I take every opportunity I can to teach my children...so back to your dumb dumb running in circles banging his head against the walls...Teach your child about force and gravity. Teach them about speed. They like boogers do they? Teach them about that too.
Sometimes I feel pretty stupid. I didn't do well in school. My grammar and spelling are really something to be desired. Math is a struggle. I can't speak well most of the time and Lord don't even ask me about history or english! -I'm going to take this minute to give a shout out to my dear friend Kelly..who helped me cheat my way through grade 12 english..Thank you!
Anyway. Learning, doesn't have to be about how smart your are. Learning doesn't have to be about books or school. Learning can be ANYTHING! As soon as my children asks a question I'm all over it like white on rice! We live in an age where everybody who is anybody films shit. National Geographic is at our fingertips. The world is ready for us to access it at any moment!
There is nothing in this world too small or too silly to teach our children. If they have a desire to know something then teach it. We have learnt this year about milking cows and feeding chickens. What Vultures eat. How foxes catch food. We have done tree rubbings and grass rubbing. We have learnt about growing seeds. We have made bread and goodies. We have gone to the farm. We have talked about babies in a mummy's belly. Oh dear reader, the list is so large! I'm asking one small thing of you. Please teach our children. Please, Please, Please. Never mind that they go to school, and that they have good teachers. Never mind your stupidness. Never mind any of it.
OH and while your teaching, please be honest with your children. You CAN have talk about the birds and bees with your 5 year old. It's not scary. You can talk to them about why mummy's boobs are much larger then daddies. You CAN have these talks. It's all about teaching.
We have been given such a gift. Lets use it and start the teaching at home.
xo
Today as my kids go back to school for another week, thoughts of teaching our children flood my head. For those of you who don't know, in the UK school doesn't end for another 2 weeks!
I wanted to take this Monday to talk to you about teaching our Children. I don't want to make this long, I have a feeling it will be. I just want to give you a pep talk.
Children are sponges. They WANT to learn. The LOVE to learn and they YERN to learn! Seriously. I know, I know..your looking at your kid right now going..'my kid has his finger up his nose and runs in circles while running into walls.' THAT'S GREAT! I bet your thinking that I have totally flipped my lid. I haven't. The motto in my house is 'every opportunity is a learning opportunity'. If you know my house, then you know that there is nothing off limits when it comes to my kids. They know about everything from babies to thunder. I believe it's my job as a parent to be honest to my kids. If they want to know why boys have a penis and girls have vaginas..we look that up. I take every opportunity I can to teach my children...so back to your dumb dumb running in circles banging his head against the walls...Teach your child about force and gravity. Teach them about speed. They like boogers do they? Teach them about that too.
Sometimes I feel pretty stupid. I didn't do well in school. My grammar and spelling are really something to be desired. Math is a struggle. I can't speak well most of the time and Lord don't even ask me about history or english! -I'm going to take this minute to give a shout out to my dear friend Kelly..who helped me cheat my way through grade 12 english..Thank you!
Anyway. Learning, doesn't have to be about how smart your are. Learning doesn't have to be about books or school. Learning can be ANYTHING! As soon as my children asks a question I'm all over it like white on rice! We live in an age where everybody who is anybody films shit. National Geographic is at our fingertips. The world is ready for us to access it at any moment!
There is nothing in this world too small or too silly to teach our children. If they have a desire to know something then teach it. We have learnt this year about milking cows and feeding chickens. What Vultures eat. How foxes catch food. We have done tree rubbings and grass rubbing. We have learnt about growing seeds. We have made bread and goodies. We have gone to the farm. We have talked about babies in a mummy's belly. Oh dear reader, the list is so large! I'm asking one small thing of you. Please teach our children. Please, Please, Please. Never mind that they go to school, and that they have good teachers. Never mind your stupidness. Never mind any of it.
OH and while your teaching, please be honest with your children. You CAN have talk about the birds and bees with your 5 year old. It's not scary. You can talk to them about why mummy's boobs are much larger then daddies. You CAN have these talks. It's all about teaching.
We have been given such a gift. Lets use it and start the teaching at home.
xo
Sunday 10 July 2011
Sunday! Nuff said..almost
short one, promise. It's sunday. The day of rest. Are you resting today? Are you meditating? Heading to the beach to hear the waves? Having an extra cuddle with your little ones? You should!
oh and you..yes you dear reader..are BEAUTIFUL and LOVELY and AWESOME and filled with GOODNESS. You my reader are so very very SPECIAL. Do you know that? Everything you do is ENOUGH!
Take this day of rest my readers. ENJOY it! Every second!
xo
oh and you..yes you dear reader..are BEAUTIFUL and LOVELY and AWESOME and filled with GOODNESS. You my reader are so very very SPECIAL. Do you know that? Everything you do is ENOUGH!
Take this day of rest my readers. ENJOY it! Every second!
xo
Saturday 9 July 2011
Food, such a long road here
I wasn't going to do a post so soon. My man servant..I mean husband, gave me rules and 'tips'. Well, hell! it's me. Plus it's Saturday morning, and most of the world shops on Saturday. I thought this would be a good time to introduce you to the subject that plagues my brain like no other...food. Seriously here, I'm obsessed. I'm not talking eating obsessed. I'm talking about thought obsessed. I make lists before going to bed. I plan out meals while doing yoga. While playing buggy bingo I have ideas on how to get more 'goodies' into my kids meals. Oh and then there is actually the shopping process. Dear Lord. Do you want to see a glimpse into my brain as I shop...dee double dare you...
Let say we're approaching onions (as this happened just yesterday!)
mmmm lets find some local onions, nope nothing...okay, organic? Those onions are organic, but look at all that packaging. mmmmm any onions not packaged...yes! Oh but they are from Egypt, anything closer? mmmm New Zealand...is that closer? As my brain tries to find the encyclopedia it stored there behind the Zumba dancing....seems about the same to me. Okay.
So at this point we're drawing attention to ourselves and actually had a man ask me what I was looking for, I explained to him I was looking for local...which then had him looking, which in turned made him not pick onions and walk away in a huff.
Damn I need onions! Back to organic, oh are they too pricey...not really, about the same as the non organic...
Dear reader, 5 minutes staring at onions is 5 minutes too long. But le sigh...it is my life.
My food journey has lead me from meat eater, to part Vegetarian, to drooling at a plate of bacon, to earth hunter, to Vegan and now here I sit....eating pate (not just any pate, it has bacon, and butter and onions in it!) I'm a big believer that when the universe needs you to pay attention it slaps you with GREAT BIG HUGE messages. I like youtube..I'm not going to lie. While playing there one day, one of my videos miss played. which means I clicked Millie Vanilli and got Thehealthyhomeeconomist. I was like 'hey I wanna be searching high and searching low...not looking at butter!' Found the Millie only to stumble upon a video on Weston Price. More butter! Days later as I was watching keeperofthehome, she started talking about eating 'Traditional foods'. At this point I'm listening. Okay, I'm listening! it tooks weeks of research and youtube vids. I have researched and researched! I have listened to Sally Fallon! I'm listening world. I'm really listening. It has struck a cord so deep within me, that I'm eating pate! I'm not going to preach. I hate preachers. I just want you all to be informed and do research and find the food path in life that makes you happy. I have found my food calling. It's not really that hard, there is a good rule to stick to. 'Would your great grandma, recognize what your eating?' I have started to make yogurt, and look into fermenting foods. I'm sourcing out grass fed meats. My kids are eating raw milk (hey I didn't preach at you, don't preach at me!) We have a local farm. She milks her cows every morning. I have seen her cows. I have talked to the farmer..fuck we're drinking raw milk! The power of these changes came yesterday while having a snack date with Mario (son 1). Normally I have a very sweet tooth. Sugar and I, yea we're best friends. Sitting down drinking my mocha chiller and eating my lemon muffin, grossed me out! Grossed ME out! I didn't drink half of it, and the muffin left almost completely intact. I was told this would happen when you start eating good fats. There I was, stunned. I'm a believer! So dear reader, after all this wind. I just want to leave you with this. Today when your shopping, look in your cart. Do you know where you food came from? Do you know how your meat was treated (men, I'm sorry, I'm talking about bovine here) Do you have enough healthy fats in your cart? Do you see, white bread, vegetable oil, hot dogs, and pre-made meals in your cart? Grab some bacon, free range eggs (from the farm, partner!) and butter. Promise, you won't die! When you get home, make your self a cuppa tea and do some research. You'll be shocked to find out the truth...it's out there. Promise!
Let say we're approaching onions (as this happened just yesterday!)
mmmm lets find some local onions, nope nothing...okay, organic? Those onions are organic, but look at all that packaging. mmmmm any onions not packaged...yes! Oh but they are from Egypt, anything closer? mmmm New Zealand...is that closer? As my brain tries to find the encyclopedia it stored there behind the Zumba dancing....seems about the same to me. Okay.
So at this point we're drawing attention to ourselves and actually had a man ask me what I was looking for, I explained to him I was looking for local...which then had him looking, which in turned made him not pick onions and walk away in a huff.
Damn I need onions! Back to organic, oh are they too pricey...not really, about the same as the non organic...
Dear reader, 5 minutes staring at onions is 5 minutes too long. But le sigh...it is my life.
My food journey has lead me from meat eater, to part Vegetarian, to drooling at a plate of bacon, to earth hunter, to Vegan and now here I sit....eating pate (not just any pate, it has bacon, and butter and onions in it!) I'm a big believer that when the universe needs you to pay attention it slaps you with GREAT BIG HUGE messages. I like youtube..I'm not going to lie. While playing there one day, one of my videos miss played. which means I clicked Millie Vanilli and got Thehealthyhomeeconomist. I was like 'hey I wanna be searching high and searching low...not looking at butter!' Found the Millie only to stumble upon a video on Weston Price. More butter! Days later as I was watching keeperofthehome, she started talking about eating 'Traditional foods'. At this point I'm listening. Okay, I'm listening! it tooks weeks of research and youtube vids. I have researched and researched! I have listened to Sally Fallon! I'm listening world. I'm really listening. It has struck a cord so deep within me, that I'm eating pate! I'm not going to preach. I hate preachers. I just want you all to be informed and do research and find the food path in life that makes you happy. I have found my food calling. It's not really that hard, there is a good rule to stick to. 'Would your great grandma, recognize what your eating?' I have started to make yogurt, and look into fermenting foods. I'm sourcing out grass fed meats. My kids are eating raw milk (hey I didn't preach at you, don't preach at me!) We have a local farm. She milks her cows every morning. I have seen her cows. I have talked to the farmer..fuck we're drinking raw milk! The power of these changes came yesterday while having a snack date with Mario (son 1). Normally I have a very sweet tooth. Sugar and I, yea we're best friends. Sitting down drinking my mocha chiller and eating my lemon muffin, grossed me out! Grossed ME out! I didn't drink half of it, and the muffin left almost completely intact. I was told this would happen when you start eating good fats. There I was, stunned. I'm a believer! So dear reader, after all this wind. I just want to leave you with this. Today when your shopping, look in your cart. Do you know where you food came from? Do you know how your meat was treated (men, I'm sorry, I'm talking about bovine here) Do you have enough healthy fats in your cart? Do you see, white bread, vegetable oil, hot dogs, and pre-made meals in your cart? Grab some bacon, free range eggs (from the farm, partner!) and butter. Promise, you won't die! When you get home, make your self a cuppa tea and do some research. You'll be shocked to find out the truth...it's out there. Promise!
Friday 8 July 2011
Here I am world!
After months of bugging by my loyal man servant..we shall call him husband. I have a blog..or Lord what have I got myself into? What are you in for? Well I'm not sure. This will be my brain I guess. My world as it is. Sometimes there will be lots to say. Sometimes not much at all. Maybe a video? I like to her myself talk (and sing..yes world be prepared). This is a journey and somedays are lonely as hell and you need a place to call your own and post your thoughts and your crazy ideas. Who knows where this will take us friends. Shall we get out of this long que and find out together?
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