DON'T BE THAT PARENT

It's cold and flu season. I interrupt my very long blog-cation to bring you a vent and a plea.

Don't be the one.

Don't be the one whose kid is coughing every 2.4 seconds at the park/ museum/ play group/ grocery store. Sneezing on the snacks. Covered with dripping snot, trailing mucus across the room.

If the kid is sick, I beg you, stay home. It's better for the kid. I know, I know, you're going crazy with cabin fever. I know, I know, as soon as one gets better the other one is down with it.

It's just one of those sacrifices we make. For motherhood and public sanitation.

But what about when you're sure no one is contagious any longer (or at least you've convinced yourself that's the case... ahem)? But that cough is hanging on and the snot is still dripping- just a little bit, right?

Have no fear. There are tricks to be had.

By now I assume everyone knows that traditional pharmacy cold medicines are bad for kids. Some are still available, some doctors still recommend them despite the AAP's warnings put out several years ago, and new 'safe' over-the-counters are always popping up.

Here are some better, safe alternatives:

Cough- this one is easy. The AAP now recommends honey as a cough suppressant for children. YAY! for the AAP getting something right! Buy a RAW honey, the darker in color and thicker in consistency the better.

1 teaspoon is effective for 2-4 hours depending on the severity of cough. I dip a baby spoon into our gallon of thick raw honey and let my coughing child suck on it like a lollipop.

Most health food stores sell raw honey sticks, plastic straws with honey inside. Carry these in your purse with some scissors for a quick-fix if the cougher starts going when you're away from home.

A water bottle or a warm tea with lemon and honey in a thermos are good for away-all-day outings with a coughing child- or mom!

Sneezing- Sorry to state the obvious, but it seems that some moms need to be reminded that children have to be taught how to handle sneezes. My son is currently traumatized after our beautiful snack tray was sneezed on- repeatedly- by a young boy, whose mom was sitting right next to the snacks at a playgroup. Seriously.

The Running Nose- besides the painfully obvious need for the mum of a child with a running nose to be quick and vigilant with the tissues and hand sanitizer, we regularly use a neti pot to keep our kids' noses in tip-top shape. After a salt water treatment, the running should stop for an hour or two.

We were using a traditional neti pot, which was great for our 7 year old, but our 5 year old couldn't do it so she was using an eye dropper to get the salt water through her nose. The 2 year old, too. But when our pot recently broke and we couldn't find a ceramic one to replace it, my husband grabbed a sinu-cleanse sqeeze bottle. I was skeptical. But after 1 use, we're converted. The 5 year old can do it; the 2 year old hates it, but it works.

For babies, there is a product called "Little Noses" that is simply a saline solution in a squeeze bottle sized for a smaller nose. It works like a charm.

(If you've never heard of neti pot-ing, the basic concept is: fill a special pitcher with warm salt or salt/ baking soda water, and pour into one nostril. The saltwater flows through the nasal and sinus cavities, loosening the phlegm, and it all flows out the other side. Then you do the other side after some serious nose-blowing. The salt kills germs and washes them away, preventing them from multiplying on your mucus membranes. It also hydrates the mucus membranes, which is helpful during dry winter weather.)

So that's it, my vent and my plea for cold and flu season. I am now past 12 weeks and feeling a bit more like a human being. I've got some more non-dairy yogurt tips and a new breakfast to share, so hopefully I can get those posts done this week.

We'll see.


"You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment."
~Dave Barry, "Things That It Took Me 50 Years to Learn"

Quick updates

I feel awful about neglecting my beloved blog lately. But I've spent so much time vomiting in the bathroom, moping around the kitchen trying to decide what to eat next, lying in bed, Oh- and don't forget laundry, story-books, wound care, and forcing kids to get outside and play in the everlasting, interminable, impervious to sunshine, never-will-melt-in-a-hundred-years snow.

So computer time isn't exactly high up on that list.

Not to mention that all I feel like doing is whining and crying. Homeschooling? Cooking? Literature? Oh, I remember they exist, all right. A fine set of additions to my mommy guilt this week.

I dream of cooking again. I bought a yogurt maker because I'm fed up with my cooler system. I made bread that came out awful- dang altitude!!! Bread smells don't make me nauseous. The beans I cooked today? Well, they nearly did me in.

Gee, weren't those some exciting updates? Shoot, I'm even too tired to find you all a great quote to accompany them. Sorry. And goodnight.

Book Review: The Magic Room

"After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world."
~Douglas William Jerrold


When I agreed to review this book, I ended up with some serious second thoughts. A book about weddings- and wedding dresses? I dislike both. I myself have only stepped inside a bridal shoop 2 times, with my sister-in-law then my sister, looking for dresses- for them! I myself spent $100 to alter my mother's champagne-colored dress, designed and sewn by my grandmother. And had that not been an option, I would have worn something non-traditional. I've just never been able to wrap my mind around spending a wicked amount of money on a garment to be worn one single day.

I'm too pragmatic.

But The Magic Room isn't really about wedding dresses. It's really a commentary on marriage in America today. It's a bittersweet story. And I wasn't sure any author in the world could paint a picture of hope out of the sad colors of marriage today. But Zaslow did it.

He documents a historical bridal shop and 8 brides who come to buy their dresses there. I was worried that things would get hokey as the book progressed, but on the contrary, Zaslow's storytelling became more natural and easy as the different stories unfolded side-by-side.

The most striking element of Zaslow's writing, for me, is his reverence and respect for his subjects. He tells the stories of atheists, Jews, Catholics, Baptists. That dreadful postmodern scoffing undertone is absent as he describes the beliefs of the different families.

I cried multiple times reading this book. I thought of myself and my own wedding, but more than that, I thought of my daughter. The Magic Room is far from a parenting how-to book, yet I feel it made me a better mother, just pondering the many situations in it, realizing how soon my own precious daughterr will be facing them.

In the end, The Magic Room was heartbreaking and hopeful, toughing and inspiring. I can't think of a teenage girl, a mother or father of a daughter, or anyone whose ever rolled their eyes at a wedding, who wouldn't enjoy it.

Copy and paste for more:
http://www.blogher.com/bookclub/now-reading-magic-room



"A happy marriage is a long conversation that always seems too short." ~Andre Maurois

A Good Enough Christmas

I forced myself outside for a walk today. The sun was shining; the sidewalks were slippery- or under 3 feet of snow; the wind was biting. But I moved.

John Paul is feeling somewhat better, and is moving around. So I'm not just lying in bed with him. Being forced to stay in bed for days is quite curative for the desire to... lay in bed all day! Of course now he's dragging his foot about everywhere and I'm waiting for him to contract some deadly infection in it.

My amazing husband made 7 dozen tamales for Christmas. I told him he doesn't have to get me anything else! That's about 12 meals I don't have to cook.

I gave myself permission to stop trying to meet all the 'recommended intakes' for pregnant women, and I'm just eating whatever I want. Which amounts to some kamut cereal with almond milk every couple of hours. And skipping all my vitamins for now, which are definitely making me feel terrible. Trying not to feel guilty!

I didn't make another coffe cake for tomorrow's breakfast.
We never made cookies.
We lost our favorite Christmas picture book.
There's no dessert for dinner tomorrow.

But there will be presents under the tree and I think it will be a good-enough Christmas.

I hope all my readers have a good-enough Christmas and I look forward to the day things get back to (more or less) normal around here so you'll once again find something interesting going on at BreadwithHoney!


"We trust in plumed procession
For such the angels go -
Rank after Rank, with even feet -
And uniforms of Snow."
~Emily Dickinson

What is going on over here?

Mostly it's the nausea, partly it's the depressing weather. Little cooking, little interesting homeschooling, little of anything but lyin' around feeling sorry for myself taking it easy.

But this week it's because my poor little man

had an accident. I was going to take pictures of it, but I can't; it is just too sad-looking. His big sis very accidentally pulled a bench down on his toe as they were getting down from the table and it landed on his sweet, perfect little big toe.

It looked nearly severed and was bleeding profusely. We rushed to the ER- as in, the poor kid was only wearing underpants and a shirt and it was 30 degress outside.

He had to be heavily sedated because he was inconsolable- wouldn't even nurse. The tendons were intact, but the toe was broken, and my two big kids sat and watched the whole thing. Because of course their Dad was out of town that night.

I think that ended up being a good thing because they were so worried and the doctor and nurse did a wonderful job explaining everything they were doing. They gave them pieces of fiberglass splint to feel and told them about the difference between sedatives and locals, both of which John Paul received. It took 7 internal and 10 external stitches (on a digit just 1.5 inches long!) to close the wound. Then it took 2 hours for the poor kid to wake up from the sedative (it should have taken 10 minutes). Making for a total ER trip of 4.5 hours.

So we are mostly lying in bed with him, keeping him comfy and distracted from the enormous amount of pain he continues to be in, despite some pretty serious painkillers he's on. I'm still nauseous and tired and the house is pretty much a wreck. My big kids are acting like saints and, boy, they are learning a LOT!

So much for sugarless sugar cookies. Sorry about that. Next year- I promise.

Well, back to waiting for Ed to bring me my shrimp. You know how it is, one moment everything is fine and the next moment the world stops till I've had shrimp. Pregnancy- sigh.


"Children are a great comfort in your old age - and they help you reach it faster, too."
~Lionel Kauffman

Lentil Stew

Lentils are pretty amazing- lots of iron and protein, very low cost.

Lentils work well to extend taco or burrito filling, or even to mix into ground hamburger for hamburger patties. Generally, though, I cook them into a soup or stew with lots of grains and veggies. This is a very easy recipe that even my pickiest eater will gobble up consistently.

Lentil Stew
3/4-1 lb chemical-free sausage (Sunflower Market, if you live near one, regularly puts their chemical-free handmade chicken and pork sausage on sale for $1.99/ lb)
2T ev olive oil, if your sausage is very lean
1/2c chopped onion
1-5 cloves crushed or chopped garlic
2c lentils, washed and soaked for at least 20 minutes
1c rice or barley, washed and soaked with the lentils
stew veggies as desired- celery, carrots, shredded cabbage, etc.
3 qts water OR 2.5 qts water and 2c tomato sauce
1 4" piece kombu, optional
2-3t salt
1t tobasco-type hot sauce

Brown the sausage in the oil with the onions and garlic.

Drain and rinse rice and lentils.

Add water, kombu, hot sauce, salt, then add lentils and rice. Simmer for 1.5 hours, add vegetables.

(You may need to add more water during simmering.) Simmer. Serve when veggies are done to your liking. May add several handfuls of fresh spinach near the end of cooking time.

Mmmmm. Well, right now it would gag me, but usually, mmmmmm.


"Worries go down better with soup."
~Jewish Proverb

It's the End of the World As We Know It

And I feel...

nauseous.

Bread with Honey has a bun in the oven.

So naturally, I have spent every spare moment of the past week decluttering and purging closets, and neglecting this blog.

What, isn't that what everybody does when they find out they're pregnant??? I mean, who can concentrate on feeling crappy with disorganized closets....

And a good choice it was, too, since nauseau has finally set in. I was imagining how embarrassing it will be to write about all the rules I break during early pregnancy- parenting rules, food rules, you get the picture.

I've already eaten pizza, chocolate, and white sugar. I was very convinced I was NOT pregnant for several reasons, including abundant energy and a normal appetite.

A week or 2 late for me personally, but there I was, wandering around the supermarket, aware of the last time I ate, knowing I would need to eat again soon to avoid that terrible, mushy feeling, trying to decide what on earth to eat, starting to feel desperate, "just pick something, anything, it doesn't have to be the perfect food- just decide to eat SOMETHING!!!"

And ushering in thereby, a new, though thankfully temporary, era of emergency-use-only parenting. Which sometimes involves a little too much screen time or a can of soup.


And it means all plans are off for all those sugarless Christmas treats- sorry. I usually avoid sweet stuff like the plague once I'm feeling queasy. And I'm glad I got my favorite lentil recipe cataloged last week:

because lentils are definitely OFF the menu for a couple of months!

Thankfully, our Advent and Christmas plans are operable on autopilot

and it's so darn cold outside that January spent in bed, watching "Planet Earth" videos should be completely justifiable!

I promise some great winter, but non-Christmas, book recommendations, and some fun and very high protein recipes, but maybe with less frequency than usual.


"Babies are such a nice way to start people."
~Don Herrold

I Love Garlic

Winter could also be called Garlic Season at our house.

Usually I mince endlessly, which gets pretty tiresome. So sometimes I resort to pickled or water-packed minced garlic. But my mother-in-law gave me an early Christmas present- a garlic press.

Well, duh. Why have I never 'splurged' on one before???

Garlic is awesome. Not only is it yummy, it is so incredibly good for you.

It is a powerful anti-fungal. If you struggle with yeast overgrowth, a lot of garlic in your diet can be very helpful. Garlic also has some all-around anti-microbial action (i.e. it acts against viruses and bacteria, too). Plus, it contains antioxidants. That makes it an all-around winter super-star.

Winter is a time when, traditionally, there were few fresh vegetables around. Certainly no spinach and brocolli, right? So folks ate squashes, root vegetables, onions, and garlic. In the winter, I add garlic to any meat I'm browning or searing, baking or frying. Roasted garlic (dash of olive oil on a baking pan, 15 minutes at 350) is great added to potatoes, beans, or virtually anything. A friend of mine got me addicted during my last pregnancy to roasted garlic smeared on buttered toast. Drooooool.

My husband also has a super recipe for a chicken sauce made with tomatillos and garlic. It's to-die-for. Promised to you at a later date.

Cutest kids book EVER about onions and garlic (ok, maybe the only kids book about onions and garlic?):


So go garlic something up, ok?


"A nickel will get you on the subway, but garlic will get you a seat."
~Old New York Proverb

Meditation on Gentleness, at Christmastime

My first official posting over at Growing Your Homeschool want up today, so if you'd like to read it, do pop over there!

Cut and paste:
http://growingyourhomeschool.blogspot.com/2011/12/meditation-on-gentleness-at.html

Thanks!


"Don't wait for the Last Judgment. It happens every day."
~Albert Camus, The Fall, 1956

Apple-Cinnamon-Walnut Coffee Cake

I'm not sure why I have the need to hyphenate all my recipe titles.

Sorry about that.

I started making a coffee cake for breakfast on Christmas Day to prevent myself from having to spend any time on Christmas morning cooking. I usually make it several days ahead and wrap it well, storing in the fridge. Many quick breads improve after a few days in cold storage anyway, so it is a great make-ahead.

This coffee cake, like most of my baked goods, is only minimally sweet. However, there are plenty of ways to alter it to fit your family’s taste.

Tools of the sugar-free baking trade!

Apple-Cinnamon-Walnut Coffee Cake
3c wh wh flour or pastry flour
1c wheat germ (or 4c flour)
4t cinnamon
2 large apples, chopped
1c mashed banana
1c applesauce
40 drops stevia liquid (or 1/3 c honey or agave or maple syrup, OR 10 ground dates mixed into the applesauce)
6t aluminum-free baking powder
2t salt
½c coconut oil or butter (may sub vegetable oil)
2c milk of choice, water, apple juice or cider
4 eggs
MAKE SURE YOUR INGREDIENTS ARE ALL ROOM TEMPERATURE FOR BEST RESULTS!!!

Streusel Topping
2c chopped walnuts
2t cinnamon
1/4c coconut oil, butter, or oil
1/2c flour
(optional- a couple spoons of brown sugar or a drizzle of liquid sweetener- I don’t add any)

Combine streusel ingredients in bowl till crumbly.

Dump everything else in your big bowl and beat for 30 seconds on low then 2 minutes on medium.

We had a flour mishap so my batter came out like muffin batter. Yours will be runnier.

Spread half in 2 8x8 or 9x9 greased or parchment-lined pans.

I made a loaf pan and an odd-sized casserole. Looks pretty baked in bowls, too. Top with half the topping. Spread rest of batter and top with rest of streusel.

Bake at 350 for 40 minutes for loaf pans, 35-45 minutes for square 9x9’s, and 1 hour and 5 minutes for larger pans.

To serve, drizzle with barely warmed raw honey. Also good spread with butter.

"Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be."
~Thomas à Kempis, Imitation of Christ, c.1420