The Caveman Comeback

Paleo. It sounds like something you might name an Albino Pekingese. Nevertheless, it is a “new” diet that is all the rage among health nuts. Ironically, the Paleolithic nutrition plan is anything but new as it dates back to the Stone Age– the “hunter-gatherer” style of consumption consisting of fish, meat, vegetables, fruits and nuts. I like to refer to it as the “Caveman Comeback”. If you come within a 10-foot radius of a hardcore Paleo disciple with a whole wheat loaf or a slice of American cheese, you’re likely to get beat over the head with a club. Paleo people do not fraternize with grain and dairy products. This diet is not for the faint of heart. While I have recently overhauled my diet so to kick the sugar, caffeine and processed food habit, I have been exploring Paleo-inspired cuisine and have had success experimenting on live humans (ie. Clark and the kids). So far, we’ve had only one culinary casualty– a braised Mexican beef that went painfully awry. Here are a few success stories that are sure to make the meal rotation:

Paleo butternut squash soupButternut Squash Soup with Coconut Milk and Cilantro
{Image via The Gracious Pantry}

I will NEVER buy another box of butternut squash soup again. Here’s a tip: use fresh cilantro and blend the soup in a high powered blender before serving. Bliss.

Vegetable FrittataZucchini and Sweet Potato Frittata
{Image via Robyn Mackenzie}

Paelo chiliPaleo Chili
{Image via On a Pink Typewriter}

Paleo tilapia W:mango salsaTilapia with Mango Salsa
{Image via Cupcakes OMG}

Broil those babies on high for twelve minutes {or until flaky}, eat, and enjoy! All of these recipes are relatively painless to prepare and low-er calorie.

Have you dabbled in the Paleo experience yet? If so, comment below with the nam of your favorite dish. And in the words of Julia Child…

“There is life after oat bran.”

Happy Valentine’s Day

Salem Valentine picture
I hope you are feeling the love around your house as much as we are feeling it around ours.

Salem went to school with these…
Salem Valentine
{Printable I Love You Munch Tags by Piggy in Polka Dots}
Teacher Appreciation gift
{Printable Measure Up Sweet Teacher tags by Capital B}
… and boy did he make out like a bandit today with all the candy and toys from his classmates. Mia didn’t waste any time picking her favorites.
Mia Valentine picture
As for Clark, I put together a bag of Valentines for him to open throughout the day. Each envelope contained a sweetheart note and a small gift. Just to give you an idea of how this has gone over, I timed it for him to open the first envelope during a breakfast meeting with one of his buddies. The card read, “If you really love me, you will wear this all day. And so you don’t feel too lonely, I’ve enclosed an extra one for you to give to the person sitting closest to you.”
Clark valentine pic
Dusty valentine
I can only imagine what the two of them looked like sitting across from each other at Einstein bagels talking about their jobs and their faith wearing these obnoxious hearts. When you stay home all day with a two year old, sometimes it doesn’t hurt to get in touch with your inner prankster. Valentine’s Day was the perfect excuse!!
We will finish the day with new valentine pjs and red velvet pancakes for dinner. Then it is off to the mountains for a weekend retreat! I don’t know about you, but I am loving this day!!

What does Valentine’s Day look like at your house?!

To B12 or Not to B12?

We are pulling out the big guns for this round of Project: Recover Salem from Aspergers Syndrome. I administered his first Methyl B12 injection last Friday.
The initial attempt was a total train wreck. The needle bounced off his backside and bright red blood came squirting out, and at that point remembered why I studied music rather than nursing. He was screaming. I was screaming. Even after he had dried his eyes and was sitting down again happily exploring his new Mr. Potato Head app, I was still shaking and rehearsing my poking technique on the nearest grapefruit. This was also the day I made up with my half empty bottle of 5-HTP (which I now affectionately refer to as 5-Have-To-Poke my son three days a week) and asked it to be my Valentine twice a day with a meal. So, between Salem and I, we’ve got all sorts of mood enhancers flowin’ every which-a-way which is more than I can say for the grapefruit. Today is Monday which means another injection. I don’t know who is the bigger baby about this, him or me? I have lied awake with a giant 4 year old sleeping on my chest for the past 45 minutes trying to come up with every possible deceptive scenario to somehow distract him from the inevitable. So far, the best idea I’ve come up with is to pull his shirt over his head during the final verse of Going on a Bear Hunt and then tell him he must have bumped into a porcupine while he was in the bear cave. Yes? These are the moments when I have to wonder. When God was dealing out cards, did He toss mine across the Poker Table of Life and laugh to Himself thinking, “this outta be rich?” Wish me luck. We’re goin’ on a bear hunt. We’re gonna catch a big one.