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A blogger’s kitchen bloopers

In trying to come up with a new idea for a recipe to post here (have a suggestion? Let me hear it!), I was looking through some of my past recipes and photos when a few mess-ups caught my eye. Before I delete them, I thought I’d share. Things aren’t always perfect in this gluten free kitchen of mine – though I am a self-admitted perfectionist, so I know that has an influence as well. I’ve been blogging since November 2011, and I have a few kitchen blogging recipe disasters under my belt now. Want to see them? Of course you do!

The muffins that got a bit too ambitious.

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This seemed like grounds to purchase a new oven to me. Oh well.
Ah, it was such a mess to clean up.

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My first attempt at GF monkey bread. I did this one weekend a few months back when Joe and I were going to have a GF pull-apart sweet bread competition. Gluten free bread dough is incredibly sticky and wet – the money bread didn’t work out right. I’m convinced it can be done…and I’ll do just that, someday. Anyways, lucky for me, his pull-apart cinnamon rolls experiment flopped as well – so I got off pretty easy. *I* had, after all, created something edible. 😉

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Then there was the time I slaved over my mixer, making a recipe I hade made for weddings, dinners, and parties at my home that was always met with rave reviews. So I decided to make it and share here. I took all the time to prep and mix and then piped the potato mixture carefully and prettily into the shells…only to space out on the oven temp and cook them too low. The piping design disappeared.

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Yes. It’s been pointed out to me that that really wasn’t a huge mess up, as they were still quite delish. But? Why did I bother to go to all the trouble of piping them if they were going to flatten? It’s strictly a matter of principal. You were supposed to stay PRETTY, do you hear me?!

Maybe I’ll do them again another time. At the higher temp.

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My first attempt at gluten free onion rings flopped. So it became Onion Ring Casserole!
Yeah. My family was not real impressed.

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Okay, okay. This isn’t my flop. It just really annoys me though. Come on, Johnsonville. Beddar? Really? Yuck yuck yuck. Though I suppose I should be grateful you didn’t spell “cheddar” like “chetter” or something.

I wish I hadn’t deleted the pics of my step-by-step on turning sugar to a lovely caramel and then into a hard burnt dry sugary mess in my enameled cast iron. I wish I had documented a few other recent lovely fun messy kitchen disasters that I was involved in. But alas. I have no fear – I’m quite certain that I have my share of messes ahead of me still.

Have a great day!

~glutenvygirl

My Velvet Aroma Contest Winnings!

So…remember the contest I won with the help of my wonderful friends and readers? You know. This one, over at Velvet Aroma.
Well…I’ve received all the prizes now! I’ve been so excited. I thought I’d share some photos of my winnings here!

Check this out:

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A lovely gourmet foodie gift set from Love With Food, a $100 gift card from Williams-Sonoma – and the ice cream maker attachment that I purchased with it, and recently the KitchenAid 2-speed hand blender sent direct from KitchenAid arrived!

I think I am the luckiest girl in the universe. 🙂
It was my first contest ever, and I was so incredibly thrilled with coming in first place! A huge thank you again to all who voted for me! ❤

Be sure to check out the sponsor, Velvet Aroma – it is a great site to organize recipes and photos from your favorite online sources!

xoxo
-glutenvygirl

Thank you! Awards Received

I’ve been away for a bit, due to some family events, happenings, illnesses, as well as vacations. Well, I’m back! And now, to start things off right, I have a bunch of awards to tell you about!

I’ve been nominated for quite a few awards; as a novice blogger who is new to the scene, this absolutely blows my mind! A huge THANK YOU to my lovely peers for the noms! I must confess that I wasn’t sure how to respond to them at first, since I didn’t really feel qualified to continue the threads and nominations, as I knew so little about it all. At some point during my brief leave of absence though, I realized that I needed to thank those who took the time to nominate me, and share their links. It’s the least I can do, to return the kindness of a connection that they invested into me and my little blog here.

So…

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First, I have to thank Art over at Zendictive for the nomination of the Liebster Award. I love visiting his blog; check it out! I promise that you’ll walk away with something to think or smile about. Promise.

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I have a few to thank for the Versatile Blogger Award as well. A big thank you to my friends:
•Stacy at Jonesin’ After 40 – I love love love her hilarious sense of timing and humor! Really cracks me up!
•Joe at Joe’s Primal Scream – Totally enjoyable, snarky, intelligent musings about the world, with some Primal/Paleo recipes and ironic photos and thrown in. I adore his quirky writing style and his humorous take on life!
•Bianca at Glitter the Air. – A new follower; I look forward to learning more about this blogger!

I also want to thank Blue Jelly Beans
for the host of awards and the meme she nominated me for here.

I think that covers it all! Again, thanks to all! It means the world to me to have been nominated to receive these awards. Each of these awards I’ve been given have different and varied rules and responses; so by breaking the rules and not nominating or answering questions, I may have disqualified myself from receiving these awards. I hope that isn’t the case; I simply wanted to thank everyone properly, yet I’m ill-prepared at the moment than to do more than send heartfelt thank-yous. I truly appreciate the honors! I do hope that I’ve included every award from every blogger who nominated me; please let me know if I missed one.

There are so many blogs I regularly check out and read that I have missed dearly this last month; I cannot wait to catch up on them all!

I have many many favorite bloggers whom I subscribe to and enjoy; some of them are the ones who comment on my blog posts 😉 so if you’re looking for some reading recommendations, first check out those who nominated me, and then those who comment. I’m lucky to be surrounded by a really great blogger community and sweet wonderful readers!

PS I’ve missed you all so much! I’m thrilled to be back :))

On grief, death, loss, and judgement

This week, I haven’t been around a lot, on here or online in general. I’ve had much on my mind, and this has tended to occupy the majority of my scattered waking thoughts lately.

Specifically, death. Death and grief.

Recently, a sweet friend of mine lost her husband to cancer. My heart breaks for her – in some big ways, as well as in a million little ways (more on the little ways in a bit). Not only for her pain, but also for the pain she must certainly have as a mother, seeing your young child experience such grief as well. It is a double-dose of a heavy burden.

As a parent, watching your children grieve truly takes you to another plane. It clears away a lot of the cloudiness and the clutter and almost entirely focuses one’s heartbreak, on both the person you’ve lost as well as the pain that your child or children are experiencing.

Sometimes, as parents, we do things a bit differently when it comes to kids and grief and death and loss. We take more pictures and share them. We talk about it. A lot. We may celebrate memories differently with them. We do things that perhaps aren’t orthodox, or that perhaps you won’t approve of. Why? Because we value our child’s heart higher than we value a critical stranger’s sensitivities or gossipy family member’s opinions. If you don’t want to see, then don’t look. Don’t ask them to change, don’t ask them to remove a heartbreaking photo from Facebook, don’t ask them to avoid mentioning the deceased in your presence. Have some compassion and leniency.

Grief and loss are inevitable. We all will experience it, in many different ways. We all will process it in very different ways and forms as well.

It saddens me greatly when I see others judge those who are knee-deep in their grief. When we use our own expectations and opinions towards death and grief to view others through the window of our own biases, we aren’t seeing them clearly. More importantly, what we think doesn’t matter. Everyone embarks on their personal journey of grief alone in a sense, no matter how many loved ones are around them and supporting them. It can get quite lonely. It shouldn’t have to be said, but it isn’t the time to critique how they are coping or to pass judgement on what you think about how they are handling it. It isn’t the time to criticize. It is the time to hush up your critical mouth and hold open your arms.

Just a few days ago, the topic of grief and coping came up in conversation with a dear friend of mine. He had also lost his significant other, quite suddenly in an auto accident. He was asking me about how I dealt with grief, and if I had any advice to share. I really didn’t have much of great worth to share, in my opinion. And I hate that. Because I know what it must take to ask that question of another, when your heart is aching.

Let’s talk about muscle.

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My friend Amber’s guns. She’s incredible. ❤

What I did say to my friend, that he sweetly called a beautifully accurate description, is that in my experience grief is a lot like a muscle. We all have it. And when we use it, when grief and death and loss occurs, our muscle fibers and flesh rip, tear, and break. It hurts. It burns. Then, our body miraculously attempts to heal this tear, to make repairs, and in turn the muscle gets stronger. It is a never ending process though. Ripping flesh, healing, tearing muscle, repairing.

We experience setbacks, more tears, sprains, strains, and aches. But that muscle gets stronger throughout it all. Grief and memory hurt. Always. But….to me, it almost becomes a natural movement, moving with that ever-present grief. We find a groove, moving in and out of sadness and heartache and strength. Graceful in a way, with moments of clumsiness and brief episodes of panicky free-falls. And then, one day, you find yourself doing something that not long ago would’ve sent you into a bawling messy heap on the floor, and you realize that you are doing it and doing it competently, and that once in a while, it almost feels…well, good. Good is not the right word though, is it? More like…familiar. Becoming familiar.

You’ve now trained your body to cope in new ways. Ways that only someone who has ever experienced a great loss can begin to comprehend.

Grief can show up anytime. Feelings of loss can hit anyone. It isn’t just those expected big events, anniversaries, and memories that work that muscle, either. It shows up in a million little ways, as well. The memories that show up unannounced and barge right in on you when you’re in the middle of a speech and your voice breaks. The too-vivid dreams that wake you up feeling too-strong longing juxtaposed with a hint of thankfulness. The moment when you glance across the restaurant and see someone spooning sugar into their coffee in the exact same way as your lost loved one, and you drop your own spoon with a clatter. The child whose grin echoes another one that you haven’t seen in years and for a moment you can’t breathe. Overhearing someone calling their child by a nickname that your deceased parent used to affectionately refer to you, and your heart skips a beat. A million little ways that rip that flesh over and over and over again.

Grief is personal. Loss is personal. Ultimately, it is us. It is me. It is you. You and your loved one. The best any of us can do for someone grieving is to listen and to be there, open arms. Your grief muscle is growing and growing, and you will need that support system and those understanding hearts around you – to hold you up when weak, to lend a hand when needed, to admire your strong muscles that you are building.

The Man Trip

So, this weekend my husband and our two boys decided to go on a “man trip.” They do this every once in a while. According to my boys, it’s a trip just for guys, where they’re allowed to consume gross non-Mom-approved junk food, to fart and belch, where they use neither their manners nor silverware, they do wild and crazy stuff, get covered in dirt, and not have to take baths.

About 3:30pm on Friday, both boys are keyed up. Can’t wait! Can’t wait! Can’t wait! When can we go? When can we go? When can we go? When will Dad be home? Are we going shopping for junk food first? Can’t wait!

Now. Enter my baby, my love: my glorious vintage camper. It’s a 1964 Streamline and I absolutely adore it. I got it this last summer. It was very affordable (read: needed lots of work) and I fell in love with it immediately.

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I adore it so much, that I have a pinboard on Pinterest devoted to all the ideas I’m gathering up to inspire me in ways I will redecorate and remodel it.

NOTE: most of my ideas and inspirations on there are girly and glitzy with lots and lots of white. In other words, will never work with my family of wild boys. But hey. A girl can dream. Leave me alone.

Anyways husband gets home late, we eat, they pack their bag of “essentials”, along with a couple sacks of food and snacks, and I’m positively thrilled to see that toothbrushes were packed without prompting. This is huge, people.

So. The guys borrow MY camper to go on this Man Trip. They decide to park it at my husband’s company parking lot (I knew there was a reason he installed those electrical hookups on the building) since it is already late before they leave.

They had dinner with me first, and then excitedly left. They’re roughing it, right? Ten feet from the bathroom. Smack dab in the midst of civilization. Which only goes to show you that you can rough it virtually anywhere. Or something like that…

They called me a few times. Little things. Having a ton of fun. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. I curl up in bed and go to sleep, then get irked at both of my parents for waking me by each texting me after 9pm read some poetry, do some research, and catch up on correspondence.

The whole king sized bed to myself. No restless sleeping husband. No children coming into my room because something woke them. All. To. My. Self.

It’s ridiculously easy to make a bed in the morning when it’s only you who slept in it.

Speaking of morning. They called at 7-ish. In the morning. Guess why. Go ahead. Guess. Well, because they were hungry of course! The quick breakfast items they’d brought wouldn’t fit the bill. These wild cavemen were HUNGRY, to a point that grits couldn’t satisfy. So, husband puts the youngest on the phone, knowing I cannot resist. Ah, what a sneaky ploy. Youngest, in his sweetest voice and with a drawl that melts butter, requests that I bring them bacon and eggs.

“You know, Mom. REAL breakfast. Not this stuff that Dad brought. Please?”

Fine. Fine fine. I crawl out of bed, and threw on some old jeans and a tee. I grabbed some eggs from the fridge and a pound of bacon. I stop at a convenience store and pick up some orange juice for them. Aren’t I nice? Yes. Yes I am. Say it or I’ll take the bacon and eggs right back.

While delivering food, husband suggests I stay with boys and he goes home. No way, buster brown. “Isn’t the big game coming on soon?” he queries me. Nope. Ha. Dream on.

I return home, to do nothing laundry, dishes, and dust the chair railings.

It doesn’t last long. I make a few more trips to them, all urgently necessary. I take them to lunch. I bring Nintendos. Chargers. Drinks. To check yet again to see if somehow they’ve rescheduled the playoff games at the last minute to today instead of Sunday. About the time I’m considering dropping my iPhone into a toilet, they decide they want to come home and the trip is finished. What? So soon? When you had delivery for every possible need?

From what I’ve been able to gather from my boys, the youngest one tried to teach the older one how to fight. The youngest is involved in every sport that comes to town, and love karate. The older one, not so much. So. My youngest trustingly shows his older brother the appropriate stance, and a basic punch.

Now. The oldest one had suddenly had his interest in fighting piqued by their father and his tall tales family history stories shared on this particular Man Trip. Supposedly, back in the dusty annals of his family genealogy, there was some loose connection to a gang called the Marlow Gang.

So. Older brother is wide-eyed with fascination over these certainly-embellished stories, and is thrilled to now know how to effectively punch. He decides to test his skills out.

On his younger brother.

Tears commence.
*No blood. Just tears.
**in Mom-triage, no blood means a hug and some reassurance. It’ll be fine.

They are home now. Sent to take baths immediately upon crossing the threshold. Tired, dusty, muddy, and done with yet another much-fabled Man Trip. They even supposedly used those toothbrushes.

I know that someday, they’ll look back and remember these weekends with fondness and joy. I hope that they will smile as they remember all the fun, all the messes, the time spent with each other, and all the stories.

They’re happy. They had fun. So I’m happy…just with lots more laundry to do now.

It’s okay to wait til the last minute to buy gifts. Right?

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And here is why I am waiting until the last minute to buy Christmas gifts this year.

1. It’s easier for me to sweep up pine needles under the tree if there are no gifts there.

2. I am much more creative when I’m pressed for time and it’s the last minute. I become the perfect-gift maven. If I can’t find it, I can make it. At the last minute, like the truly talented procrastinator that I am.

3. It keeps the kids busy. Kids: “Where are the gifts hiding?” Me: “Maybe you should look under my bed, kids. And since you’re looking there, make a hand and sweep it out for me…”

4. Ample opportunities to regift. Um, so I’ve heard, I mean. If you’re into that sorta thing.

5. I’m spying craft projects on Pinterest to do for gifts. The best ideas are posted right before Christmas.

6. Last year I had all my shopping done by December 1. Guess what it got me? Nothing. Not a darn thing. Although I did have a bit of an inflated self-important air that I carried all around me. Luckily, I’m recreating that regal air of superiority by creating this list. Won’t my Facebook friends be jealous.

7. No secrets to keep! Go ahead. Ask me what I got you. Go ahead! Cause guess what?? For once in my life, I won’t tell you.
(cause I have no flipping clue)

The best blog spam I’ve gotten so far.

Some of my delicious spam!

 

One of the best things about having a blog is all the spam I get. WordPress’ Askimet hides it for me, but I try to look it over once in a while to make sure no legitimate comments were flagged. Lately, it has been the spam that has had me laughing out loud.

Much to my enjoyment, spammers never fail to entertain.

I get all kinds of nonsense, from people trying to sell me cars and cigarettes, to people who seem friendly enough in their quests to flatter and woo me so that they can get me (and anyone reading the comments) to click on some links that will take you who-knows-where and do who-knows-what to a computer. They crack me up.

 

 

From “Cordy”: The genius store called, they’re runnnig out of you.

I bet so; they’re already out of dictionaries.

 

From “Addy”: My hat is off to your astute cmomnad over this topic-bravo!

And my hat is off to you, dear spammer, for your complete stomping all over the word command.

 

From “Carlye”: Brilliance for free; your parents must be a sewetheart and a certified genius.

Don’t talk that way about my parents! But let’s do talk about yours…

 

From “Independence”: Apparently this is what the esteemed Willis was tiakln’ ’bout.

Riiiight. I am sure that the “esteemed” Willis was discussing my step by step how-to post on roasted garlic.

 

From “Prue”: That’s really thiknnig out of the box. Thanks!

As is your spelling.

 

From “Cinderella”: With the bases loaded you struck us out with that ansewr!

Um, Cindy, we need to have a little talk about baseball.

 

From “Jaelyn”: Life is short, and this article saved vlaubale time on this Earth.

I hope you change the world with all the time I saved you.

 

From “Emiline”: Geez, that’s ubnelieavlbe. Kudos and such.

I KNOW, right?

 

From “Pink”: I went to tons of links before this, what was I thniinkg?

What were you thinking, indeed.

 

From “Coralyn”: I can’t bievlee you’re not playing with me–that was so helpful.

I’m married, sorry.

 

From “Eldora”: As Charlie Sheen says, this artcile is “WINNING!”

Awesome.

 

From “Andi”: If my problem was a Death Star, this article is a photon torpdeo.

My cornbread with cilantro butter recipe has the same effect on me, too!

 

From “Jennylee”: Your cranium must be protecting some very valuable birnas.

You have no idea.

 

From “Sagi”: Is that really all there is to it because that’d be flabbreagtsing.

Are you hitting on me?

 

From “Seston”: My proeblm was a wall until I read this, then I smashed it.

Seston, darlin’, I am afraid your problem is a bit more extensive than this.

 

From “Buckie”: Wham bam thank you, ma’am, my questions are ansrweed!

…no words.

 

From “Libby”: Thank God! Someone with birans speaks!

I’ve been told mine are quite valuable, you know.

 

From “Suevonne”: If I cmoumnictaed I could thank you enough for this, I’d be lying.

Well aren’t we glad you cannot.

 

From “Wind”: I wnaetd to spend a minute to thank you for this.

Time well spent.

 

From “Kaylee”: Kick the tires and light the fires, pborelm officially solved!

Okay then.

 

From “Jodi”: I will be putting this dazzling inigsht to good use in no time.

Fine. Wait – does this mean you are going to follow me on Twitter and like me on Facebook? Woohoo!

 

From “Chianna”: Okay I’m convinced. Let’s put it to acoitn.

You’ve got the WRONG BLOG. No a-coit’n going on here.

 

From “Chelsea”: Me and this atrcile, sitting in a tree, L-E-A-R-N-I-N-G!

Great job!

 

From “Kevrell”: Articles like this really grease the shafts of knoewldge.

No comment.

 

From “Queenie”: Whoeevr wrote this, you know how to make a good article.

Who, indeed.

 

From “Verdens”: Seriously? I’d rather eat some verdens beste gulrotkake instead of this. I know you can do better 

Spam with a side of insult. That is just cold.

 

 

I really shouldn’t be so easily entertained, I know.

Do you have any favorite spam comments?