The Greatest Gift…

I started this blog in the hope of educating others on clean eating. I wanted people to know that clean eating didn’t mean “flavorless food” or “dull eating”. It is actually quite the opposite. The only thing that it takes is more effort.

Today, my friend and fellow military wife Kayla Anderson said I inspired her to start her own clean eating journey, to not only help with her illness but also to get fit. You can find her blog about her own journey and her awesome crochet patterns

Words can do many things – they can hurt, heal, and invoke inspiration. I am so incredibly beside myself that I was able to help someone else, as I didn’t think I could. The things you can do when you put your mind to them are amazing.

Food is the one thing all cultures have in common. We each have our own styles of cooking, yes, but you can bring many people together with food. Whether your favorite style of food is Mexican, Indian, Italian, or Asian – you will always find you have something in common with somebody. I consider food one of the greatest gifts given to us by God to be able to share with others.

Meanwhile, I posted two new recipes in the “How to Make Your Own…” section of the Recipes link in the menu. 🙂

Until Next Time,



“Ewwwww! Mom, what is THAT?”


My son, Gavin, is the most lovable, helpful, – and forthright kid I know. He speaks his mind without any type of filter. Sometimes, it’s really really funny, and others, it’s, well, irritating.

Now that we are clean eaters, he will often ask me what’s for dinner, what’s in dinner, etc. He wants to know every little detail. On the nights that he doesn’t ask, he will simply walk out of his room right as I am plating our food as if he has “foodar” (food radar). He will take one look at his plate and find SOMETHING that doesn’t look “quite right” to him. Last night, we had stuffed tricolor peppers with marinara, colby jack slices on top (because I didn’t have any mozzarella and I didn’t feel like going to the store), and an organic superfood pilaf I bought at my favorite store, Trader Joes, on the side. The pilaf contained organic quinoa, kale, red bell pepper, carrots, and sweet potatoes. Though it was actually quite good, he took one look at it, wrinkled his nose, and goes:

“Mom, that looks like someone barfed all over my plate.”

Of course I smirked, because it was a bit funny. But in order to keep our principles, I sent him to his room for complaining about dinner YET AGAIN. Some may not agree with the method, but he comes out ten minutes later much more gracious and ready to eat his food. Nine times out of ten, he will try a new item and actually like it.

Point is, I am dealing with an extremely picky eater, and I am trying to find ways to open his mind about food. I’ve done the usual “hide vegetables in casseroles and things” method and he ALWAYS seems to find and pick out what he doesn’t like. The only fruit and vegetables he will eat are carrots, broccoli, pineapples, and apples. I know this isn’t bad, but I would like him to try more. I even try things (like mushrooms) that I don’t particularly like to see if he will eat them. Doesn’t work. I have to say I am proud of his stubborn will, because that will make him much less prone to peer pressure, but to raise that kid can be difficult at times, especially when it comes to food.

From all of this, I have finally learned that he and food will always have tension, kind of like North Korea and the U.S. (although I don’t think he will threaten nukes on quinoa). 

Dreaded Mushrooms, We Meet Again…And I Still Don’t Like You!

As my readers know, I wrote a post some time ago about my extreme dislike of mushrooms and how I would “conquer those vile fungus.” Well, needless to say, they are still vile to me. I look at a mushroom and I want to shrivel up and die. Ok, not really. But I wish the mushroom would.

It just so happens that my first real experience in the kitchen involved mushrooms. When I was seven years old, my mother had me sauté her mushrooms while she finished up the rest of dinner (I think we had steak that night). I remember the smell, how it was so appealing yet I just couldn’t bring myself to eat a mushroom. Some have told me that they are an “acquired” taste, like beer or fine wine. Well I love beer and fine wine (white wine, not red!) but I don’t think I will ever acquire a taste for something that feels like I’m eating a snail every time I chew. Gross. But at least I can say I tried!

I can say, though, that I have still come up with some awesome kitchen creations despite my lack of all things fungal in nature in my food. The other night I whipped up a nice Caprese pasta using whole wheat fusili, diced organic tomatoes on the vine, organic basil, shredded Parmesan, shredded mozzarella, balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil. Even my husband, who rarely eats a meal with meat, said it was “rather tasty” (that’s high praise from him when it comes to vegetarian meals, kind of like a Vulcan telling a human that they’ve “done well).

So I suppose I don’t need mushrooms to eat clean. But I will never stop trying new things or revisiting old foods that never got a true chance with me. Next stop: Brussels sprouts!

Until next time, here’s a bad mushroom haiku for your entertainment:

I eat you and my face is bitter
My insides shrivel
Then I throw up
In a toilet, if I’m near one.