January 2008


It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness & let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the sotyr you are telling is true. I want to know if you can dissapoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty, every day; and if you can source you own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours & mine, & still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes”!
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and doo what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

We’re still experimenting. We like the Pamela’s Brand Products. Their baking (bisquick) and pancake mix is good. Ditto for the brownie and chocolate chip cookie mixes. Everyone liked those. I took the cookies to a party and they all got eaten – no leftovers to take home. 956039.jpg

The banana bread I made out of this mix was delicious. Or was it the chocolate shavings from a piece of real GF chocolate that I mixed up in the batter?

We didn’t like Arrowhead Mills baking mix (bisquick) product. Too grainy. And we didn’t like the Bob’s Red Mill chocolate cake mix. You could smell the fava bean flour.
My 2 year old liked the cupcakes after they were baked. My husband and 8 year old tried the batter and wouldn’t try the finished product. Neither would my 73 year old father.

You don’t know until you try.

I went to the GLUTEN FREE SOURCE today: a 100% gluten-free grocery store in Dillsburg, PA. They have a wonderful selection of GF products available, and everything in the store is safe! Check out their webpage under the links section.

Some say venison is good.  Not on the front of your car.  $4500 worth!  I am very grateful for a very sturdy car and the first deer that I saw and was able to slow down for.  If the second one had hit me and I was moving full speed, we may not have been as lucky.  Thank God for insurance.

(Ok – this one’s not related to celiac or food at all, but this was a biggie!  It’s been a rough week).

It’s official. Gluten-free is the way I shall be. In one regard, it’s relieving to know that there is an answer, at least for some of the issues. Somewhat daunting to think about the changes I need to make and the consequences if I don’t. But deep down inside I think I already knew. It’s been a really long week.

Here’s my second try.  Somewhere along the line my first post will reappear.

We’re making beef stew in the crock pot today.  Beef, veggies, and GF broth.  Hopefully it goes over as well as the chicken soup (but it has tomatoes in it….may not please the under 10 set – we’ll see!).

Had tests this week including CT with dye and endoscopy. Haven’t been really hungry. We made a crock pot of chicken vegetable soup: a little cubed chicken, diced potatoes, carrots, celery, corn, and onion; topped off with gluten free chicken broth. This was another winner…thus, a new category: crock pot meals.

If I keep organizing like this I will have my own web-cook-book in no time!

After several edible (and a few not as lucky) attempts, this weekend I found a set of directions for preparing polenta from scratch that was really good. Bob’s Red Mill brand polenta in the 24 ounce bag had directions for stovetop cooking.brm-00125-m.jpg
It takes 30 minutes stovetop and another 10 or 15 minutes to set but comes out with a good consistency. I put salt, pepper, and a little leftover grated fresh cheese in it. You could season it with just about anything!

I just discovered that Bob’s Red Mill Website has recipe lists for all of their grains. Some of the choices for polenta were cornbread, creamy polenta, italian polenta, grilled tomato polenta, and polenta stuffed peppers. Will have to revisit this one.

http://www.bobsredmill.com/recipe/ingredient.php?pid=132

Kids didn’t like this one.  Oh well.  They’ll deal.  Maybe with tomato sauce next time.

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman. 

A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.

Imagine a woman who believes she is good.

A woman who trusts and respects herself.  Who listens to her needs and desires and meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past’s influence on the present.  A woman who has walked through her past.  Who has healed into the present.

<>Imagine a woman who authors her own life.  A woman who exerts, initiates and moves on her own behalf.  Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and her wisest voice.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.  A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.  Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.  Who refuses to use precious energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.  A woman who sits in circles of women.  Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Author Unknown 

“I can be changed by what happens to me but I refuse to be reduced by it.”

Maya Angelou 

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