Looking at me, badass isn’t a word that would immediately come to mind. Even knowing me, you still likely wouldn’t use that adjective. I’m a plain-jane mom who lives in a subdivison at the end of a cul-de-sac. I have no visible tattoos, my hair is a mousy brown, and I have very few edges; I’m pretty soft, actually. Even so, I’m a badass. And I wear my badges with pride. (more…)
Bananas may just be the perfect fruit for moms. They’re cheap, and they are soft enough to ease our choking hazard fears. They do, however, go bad quickly. Hence, we have a lot of banana bread in our house. It’s delicious, the girls love it, and I dislike being wasteful. This weekend, fully stocked with bananas past their prime, I decided to have a little fun with the banana bread. With the addition of honey and sprinkles, this version is a little sweeter and was a crowd-pleaser. Shamefully, we had it for breakfast and lunch both days this weekend.
- 6 tbsp butter, softened
- 1 tbsp honey
- 1/2 tsp vanilla
- 1 egg
- 2/3 cup sugar
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1 1/2 cup flour
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 2 very ripe, squishy bananas
- Mash bananas until there are no chunks. Set aside.
- In a medium mixing bowl, mix together butter, vanilla, honey, egg, and sugar. Add flour, baking powder, salt, and sprinkles. Mix thoroughly.
- Fold in mashed bananas.
- Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes to 1 hour.
I wonder what it was like right before the Dark Ages. I wonder if the people knew what was coming, that the time in their lives would be known as the Dark Ages. A step backwards from what they had enjoyed just a year earlier. The signs were there. The world always gives us clues about what’s to come. Sometimes they are just hard to see.
I imagine that is much like the shift from baby to the dreaded twos. In the midst of the good, happy, sweet times of babyhood lie the signs of what’s to come. A bout of screaming here, a little more demanding request for milk there. It seems so harmless out of context. And then one day, you wake up and the screaming doesn’t stop. The demands have no end. The sweet little girl that you held is no longer. You aren’t quite sure who the new girl is. A month later, you look back and with horror realize you’ve entered the dark age. (more…)
I continue to be impressed with lentils. It really is amazing how they absorb the taste of the various ingredients and spices. Every time I make these burgers, I am sure that it will be a disaster. The kitchen reeks to high heaven of that traditional lentil stench, and the sight is just as pleasing as the smell. But, with each added ingredient, the smell starts to dissipate and the lentils merge into something much more palatable. All with the power-packed nutritional benefit that the lentil offers. Did you know that lentils help your body regulate blood sugar? They do! And they help you maintain a healthy level of cholesterol.
- 1 cup cooked lentils
- 1/4 cup finely chopped onion
- 1 1/2 tsp soy sauce
- 1/4 tsp chili powder
- 1/4 tsp ground ginger
- 1/2 tsp rice vinegar
- 3/4 cup panko bread crumbs
- 1 egg
- Cook lentils until tender. Drain.
- Mash lentils and mix with all ingredients
- Form into burgers.
- In a skillet, cook lentil burgers with a small amount of vegetable oil or butter to avoid burning. You do NOT want to burn lentils. Very smelly.
Enjoy! I served mine with a side of rice and dipped the lentil burger in soy sauce. Delicious!
Labor Day is a holiday that pays tribute to the American worker, and rightly so, for without the labor movement, the United States wouldn’t enjoy strength and prosperity today. Labor means hard work, a physical and mental effort. This certainly applies to the American worker. It also applies to every mother.
First we have Labor, with a capital L. You know what I’m talking about–the hard work of physically bringing a child into the world. Every mother has a different story, but every story has a theme of endurance, strength, pain, and love–this applies to natural births, cesarean sections, epidural births, water births, etc. We all birthed a child, so we can all be united in our stories of Labor. Only mothers know what Labor means. (more…)