New Year Revolution

      I’ve recently finished re-reading Ken Follett's Fall of Giants.  I read it years ago, but now the third and final instalment is out and I wanted to read the trilogy it in its entirety.  While I fell in love with the name of a character, Walter, (my son was later given that name) it’s remarkable how much of the more-than-one-thousand-page book I didn’t remember.  While reading, a line struck me, and I folded the page down so I could re-read the words again and again.

“She’s nothing if not exceptional.  You don’t meet two like her in a lifetime.”

I would study those words before starting a reading session, tucked nicely into my bed or in the corner of my living room with the kids playing loudly around me.  I loved reading the words.  I hoped that one day, someone might describe me as such.  That people would describe my children as someone you don’t meet two of in a lifetime.  The words made me think of who I am, not the housewife mother of six with dreadlocks and an affinity for baking.  Who I am.  What sets me apart from every other woman.  

While the answer to that changes from one day to the next, I wanted to share the thought.  December 31st is fast approaching, and most of us will at least consider a New Year resolution whether or not we choose one.  There will be an overwhelming consensus to “get healthy”.  Gym memberships will increase, diet pills and shake sales will skyrocket, and everyone will be buying new clothes to work out in.  There will be a lot of quitting.  Smoking, drinking, other addictions or habits.  Resolutions to journal regularly, call friends you’ve lost contact with, spend more time on your passion.  I don’t feel compelled to offer poll results of how long those resolutions actually last, as we have all made them and rarely see them through to February.  

In lieu of a resolution, why not ask yourself how you might be described when not present.  How family, friends, strangers in the grocery store might describe you.  Be real about it.  It won’t all be nice.  Don’t brush it off and say the opinions of others don’t matter and you do what makes you happy.  That’s garbage.  Try to take a real assessment of what other see in you, see about you.   

Don’t join the hoards of thinner, stronger, healthier, deeper, happier, etc.  Those things, outside of our culture shoving them down our throat, aren’t necessarily bad.  But why be part of a mass of millions?  Let me share a secret.  Let me SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS…. when you are living a true life, one not manufactured by media and our consumerism culture - things like losing 10 lbs, buying the newest tv, even “improving ourselves” by introspectively licking our life wounds DON’T MATTER.  They just disappear.  When you live authentically, the things we are told to strive for become so small we wonder how they had any place in our lives at all.  

Why not be someone you don’t meet two like in a lifetime.  Be radically generous.  Compliment every person you interact with.  Force yourself to surrender a prejudice and solidify it by acting kindly toward those you hated.  Pursue others happiness instead of your own - help them facilitate it.  Do something that doesn’t need to be given up because you forgot for a day or had a slip up.  Something that creates real change, in you, and others.  

Think how many years of your life have been a cycle of buying new things, trying a new diet, buying more things, giving up on a diet.  The entirety of your existence can not be what job you worked to facilitate the things you bought and the food you wished you hadn’t eaten (or wished you had).  

  I’m not writing from my high horse.  I know some of the things people say about me when I’m not in the room.  I’d like to think there’s nothing I can do about those words, but the truth is - I can.  Some people will always have something awful to say about other people, and that might be what is said about them - but why not try to make a positive impact in each relationship you have, big or small. 

Why not be a once in a lifetime type of person. 

Reject the New Year Resolution and start a New Year Revolution.  Do it.  

Go ahead and watch this song, get that fire burning.  Then close your browser and stop living online, haha.  

"What if my only responsibility was to change the world?"

Hokey Smokey Potato Salad

I didn't think I liked potato salad.  I've had a few good variations before, but mostly is just seemed like a reason to eat mass quantities of potatoes and mayonnaise and foolishly call it salad.

Oh, I just had a small salad for lunch.  

I attended a pig roast in the summer, and because I'm a vegetarian I ate a lot of the salads available.  My husband is vegan a good 90% of the time, so it was nice to treat myself to a few things I wouldn't normally eat.  And treat myself I did.  Actually, I didn't go too crazy - it just felt crazy because I loved this potato salad so much I dug through the fridge at 1am hoping to find leftovers.

Well, my husband had a work potluck thingy and he wanted me to make something cold so he didn't have to lug a crockpot to work and ensure it had enough time to heat up, etc.  I thought - huzzah! - I am going to jack my friend's potato salad recipe and vegan it up.

Whether or not you're vegan, you probably shouldn't be eating mayonnaise.  Ok, if you must have mayo at least only a tablespoon at a time on the most bodacious BLT ever.  Not by the cupful in a "salad".
Enter:  Hokey Smokey Potato Salad

This recipe is big enough to bring to a potluck with 8-10 adults who want seconds.  It's easily halved or doubled and can have lots of variations made. 

3-4lb potatoes (I used red because that's what I had, but use whatever you want I guess)
2-3 ripe avocado
Juice from freshly squeezed lemon, or 3 tbsp apple cider vinegar
1 bunch green onion, chopped small-ish
2-3 shallots, or one large red onion, also chopped small
1/4 cup finely chopped cilantro or parsley
1-2tbsp liquid smoke (or more, to taste)

Variation ideas: 1 tbsp nutritional yeast, a few cloves of roasted garlic, 1/4 cup chives

Cut your potatoes into even sized cubes and bring to a boil.  Once boiled, lower to a simmer until they are soft enough to stick a fork through but NOT so soft you don't have to push your fork a little.  You will have weird mashed potatoes if you over cook.  Once your taters are done, rinse them in cold water until they are cool so they stop cooking or you still might end up with mashed potatoes on your hands.

While your p-tats (yup, I'm starting a new trend and calling them p-tats) are cooking, place your lemon juice or apple cider vinegar into a large mixing bowl.  You're just using enough to stop the avocados from turning brown - you don't want to taste it when you're done.  Peel and pit your avocados and squish them to bits with the juice.  I used a little hand blender, but it was 9pm and I had just finished making a big dinner and packing lunches and doing the dishes and.... I just wanted to use a blender.

Once your avocados are nice and smooth (there will always be a few chunks left), add your finely chopped green onions, herbs and red onion.  I always use a nice pair of clean scissors to cut green onion if you're looking for a cool way to prep them.

Add your potatoes and mix gently but thoroughly.  Once mixed, start adding liquid smoke until it tastes just how you'd like.  I put 2tbsp in my batch, and I thought it was just right - but it will depend on how much lemon/apple cider vinegar you use and how many potatoes you boiled, etc.

I took a picture of my salad a full 24 hours after making it, so the colour wasn't as vibrant green and beautiful as it was immediately after making it but it certainly isn't the gross brown colour avocados turn after being cut open.   I love this salad!  And, yes, potatoes aren't the best food to be eating lots of - but they're not the worst from time to time.  I hope you make and LOVE this salad as much as I do, and if you do - don't forget to send me a pic or an update on how they turned out.

Headboard from and Old Door

I love old things.  The truth is I have too many old things in my home.  Not too many if you are opening an antique shop, but perhaps a few too many for an ordinary house.  It doesn't help that people put beautiful old things in the garbage (frequently) and that I am an unashamed garbage picker.

Garbage picking is easy.  You see something you like, pull up next to the heap and beg your husband to please throw it in the vehicle.  Easy-peasy, no pride lost.  

I have a small collection of solid wood doors that I've found in the trash.  Four to be exact.  I've used one as part of a vignette in my back yard, two of them are still waiting for their repurpose, and one I've recently made into my headboard.

I LOVE my new headboard!  Love LOVE Love!  Before this headboard, I had a sleigh bed and it took up the majority of my room.  I probably would have let the sleigh bed stick around for a few more years and wondered what to do with my growing door collection - but lucky for me, we broke our bed (not in an exciting way) and I was suddenly in the market for a new one.

I found a door (in my collection) that was symmetrical and without glass - and got to work.

The door was a bit mouldy, so I scrubbed it with an all natural deck cleaner that removed the mould.  It also needed to be trimmed on either side so it wouldn't hang out from behind my mattress (too much - we hope to move up to a king sized bed at some point so needed to leave a few inches).  After it was clean and cut, the whole door needed a thorough sanding.








The door also needed some pizazz, so I bought solid wood crown moulding and topped the headboard with it.  Two 45degree cuts and it was capped off nicely.  Don't be intimidated by cutting - seriously, I'm terrible with angles and it only took me a few minutes.  Just double check before you cut.  You know: measure twice, cut once.  I used wood glue along the length of the moulding and some finishing nails to hold it in place until the glue dried and to add some stability.

After sanding and attaching the crown moulding, I tried an antiquing method called waxing (or something, I don't know).  I just rubbed a tea light candle in all the areas I wanted the wood to show through so when I was finished painting I could sand the area and have it come right off.  The verdict:  it worked wonderfully and I will definitely use waxing again if I need to keep something old looking.

I bought floor and porch paint in a light grey and applied three coats to get the dark door totally covered.  Listen to me now, if you are painting a piece of furniture and you want it to never ever ever scratch - use floor and porch paint.  I've used it several times and it never fails.

I wanted the door antique looking, but I hate when things look like they've been painted, sanded and called antique.  My husband hates it more than I do.  Forbids it actually.  Probably because of my crap efforts in the past.  I would not make that same mistake again.  I covered the grey paint with an antiquing glaze in all the areas I wanted to be darker.  I then began to sand away the areas I had previously put my tea light candle wax on, corners and edges.  It wasn't quite right, so I lightly applied more floor and porch paint and rubbed it in/off with a rag.  After a few rounds of antique glaze and paint I finally landed at the perfect look.  It was worth the extra time and effort.  I would hate to look at my headboard every day and regret not spending more time on it.

Lastly, to hang the door I found keyhole hooks that are for hanging flat objects (like my door) flush against a wall.  Just ask your grumpy hardware associate at whatever building store you're forced to go to even though you hate it.  There are certain sizes that will hold different weights, so be sure you get the right size for your door.  I used 3 just to be certain.  Take your time measuring your wall and your door so you don't have to mess around hanging a heavy door on the wall.  Miraculously, I managed to get mine up on the first try - and for someone who is terrible at calculations, measuring, etc. - it's a testament to taking your time.

That's it.  In total it took me over a week, but that's because it was raining for four days - so it really would have only taken me three days if the weather had cooperated.  Three days and $40.00 for a headboard I am totally in love with.

Now go break your bed and make a new one from a door you picked out of the garbage!

If you make a headboard from an old door PLEASE oh PLEASE share your pics with me.  I'd love to see what you do differently, and how it turns out!

Super Delicious Vegan Sprouted Grain Waffles

I love waffles.  So much.  I've yet to meet someone who doesn't love a delicious waffle.  I'm not talking about the ones from a box.  Yes, I've tasted them.  My parents used to buy them when I was a teenager and I'd toast them and put a scoop of peach ice cream on top.  Those aren't waffles.  Those are waffle-like-products.  I  mean WAFFLES!

My brother used to live in a different province from the rest of the family, and during one of his visits home I walked into my parents house while he was making up a fresh batch of waffles.  They were green.  He had made them with spelt and spirulina and I thought, eww why bother?  Well, I'm not sure he eats green waffles anymore but I think I've come up to his level of dedication when it comes to eating healthy.  I drink my spirulina like any good hippie - I don't hide it in waffles.

All this to say - after a bad night's sleep, a long morning, and a challenging yoga session - I felt waffles would put some sunshine into my day.  The dilemma - a deep, lust like desire for waffles on a non-treat day.  It just couldn't wait.

I've health-ified a recipe adapted from the Food Network but you are welcome to junk it back up or make any adjustments you need/like/want.  I will warn you (ye be warned) that applesauce waffles need a bit of extra time in the waffle iron so make sure it stops steaming before you open it.   It's not 100% healthy, but it's as close as a waffle is going to get while still tasting delicious.

These waffles are nice and crispy on the outside, soft and muffin like on the inside and delicious the whole way through!

Vegan, (mostly) Sprouted Grain DELICIOUS Waffles
Yields 10 waffles approx.

Before you start, plug in your waffle iron so it's insanely hot when you're done making your batter.  I plug mine in, have a coffee and then get the ingredients together.  There's nothing worse than a luke warm waffle iron.  

2 1/2 cups flour (I used 1c sprouted spelt, 1c sprouted kamut and 1/2 cup all purpose whole wheat)
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda

Mix dry ingredients together in a small bowl and set aside.  

1 1/2 cups unsweetened almond milk (you can use any milk)
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
1/3 cup coconut sugar (you can use brown sugar or sugar alternatives)
3 tbsp oil (I used walnut but you could use melted coconut oil, or vegetable oil)
1 tsp vanilla

Whisk your wet ingredients together, and continue whisking in your dry ingredients.  Make sure most of your lumps are gone but don't go mental - it doesn't need to be perfect.  

I know non stick sprays aren't great.  I actually never really use the two that I have in my cupboard unless I'm making something in the waffle iron - and when you're using a waffle iron you really need a spray.  I have an extra virgin olive oil spray and a coconut oil spray (both found at the marvellous Costco) and I used the coconut oil spray so the waffles wouldn't taste olive oil-y.  

Spray your iron, use a measuring cup to scoop and pour your batter (perfectly sized waffles that way!)  My waffle iron takes 1/2 cup batter per side, but yours could very well be a different size so use some discretion here.  As I mentioned earlier in my extended waffle rant, because these are made with applesauce you will need to wait until the steam is done rising before opening your iron.  If you've used brown sugar - your waffles may stick a little to your iron.  Carefully use a spatula or some tongs to peel them off - don't rush, you don't want to rip your beautiful waffles!

Top with fresh fruit and real maple syrup for the BEST breakfast or brunch.  If these waffles don't add a bit of sunshine to your day, you are a sad sad soul.

Happy Waffling!

Husbands Have Feelings?

I saw it in his eyes.  A bit of shock.  A lot of hurt.  A pinch of “what the hell?”

I hurt my husband’s feelings.

It was a few years ago when my husband and I were choosing a movie to watch, and I described the female lead.  I said she was something like gorgeous, to which he replied “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  I kept blathering on, about her beautiful body, her face, etcetera etcetera to which he looked at me and said again, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.  The person you’re describing is you.  You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”

Yes it's cheesy, but he meant it.  As that kindness sunk in, and I realized he wasn't joking -  I recalled that I described men in movies based on their appearances and that my descriptions probably made him feel like less than he is.  Describing men by their muscles, their striking faces, everything but their acting and what other movies they may have been in.   His reply to my description of a female lead changed everything for me.

The light turned on.

Husbands have feelings too.

I am so lucky to have a man that truly cherishes me.  Doesn’t crane his neck out the window when a woman on the sidewalk is dressed scantily.  Turns his face from a movie if a breast should appear.  Whether or not he turns away when I’m not in the room isn’t the point here, the point is he goes out of his way to make me feel like no one else matters.  No one else can hold a candle to me - and boy oh boy does it feel magnificent. 

Ensuring your significant other knows that you are their one and only is something that every relationship needs.

And I messed up.  

Big time.

I was thrift shopping with the kids on a rainy day in our favourite little town, Bancroft Ontario, when a police officer came in and started to chat with the kids and I. He was tall, thick, with a full moustache, and was so kind to the kids and I.  And he wore a uniform.  

When the family was tucked back in to the car, I made a comment or two - and there was that look.  That “seriously?” look.  My comments weren't lewd or perverted - it was just excessive praise for another man.  Just enough to hurt the man I love.   

My husband is a beautiful man.  Seriously.  I married up.  He’s no more insecure than any other guy, and feels pretty good about himself most days.  That is, until his wife gushes on about someone else and chops him down.  

Don’t tell me your self worth shouldn’t come from others, blah blah blah.  I know that.  It’s true.  Very true.... BUT, long term relationships have the ability, the power, to either wear someone down and widdle them into a fraction of who they could be; or it can build them up and empower them to be more than they ever thought possible.  

Why not choose to build your partner up?  Let them know that they are your everything, so on the days when they feel like dirt - they know you’re in their corner, loving the heck out of them.  

I haven’t made a mistake like that in a long time, and as I try to build his esteem back up I am reminded that we live in a world where it is commonplace to drool over attractive people

with our significant other right there.  The practice is equally participated in by men and women - we both do it.  Women gush over Johnny Depp or Ryan Gosling or that Channing fellow who always has his shirt off.  Men are almost taught to act this way, whistling and cat calling, group lunches at the strip club, commercials loaded with bikini clad women selling beer.  Just because it seems as though “everyone is doing it” doesn’t mean everyone needs to join in.  

If you love your partner, and cherish your relationship - it’s important to understand they need to be the top of your list.  No matter what they look like.  My body has never (and I mean never) leant itself to wearing a bikini, but my husband has convinced me I am his dream girl - bikini or not - and he follows it up with so many actions and inaction that I believe him. 

This inaction, this conscious refusal to participate in the collective “drooling” is so important in our relationship. It’s so important, that I’m sharing this story of my being a total jerk so that  if you are participating in this social norm, you can recognize it and choose if you really want to or not.

I have the absolute best partner for me.  I don’t think there is another single human being on this entire planet who could co-exist so happily with someone as difficult as me.  For the most part I do my darndest to make sure he knows he is the bees knees.  Now that I've messed up a bit, I thought I would take the opportunity to share one of our marriage tips - and although it sounds ridiculous, just remember...

Husbands have feelings. 

(Please insert all alternative options where necessary - boyfriends, girlfriends, partners, life mates, conscious uncouplers, etc)

Want to read more about my awesome hubby?  You might like 

Primary Occupation?  Dad... And he works outside the home.

It was even an article in Brantford's gem of a newspaper, The Advocate! 

If you're a Brantfordite and want to read more from local writers, visit Brant Advocate

More than a Hashtag

They’ve just added Fresh Prince of Bel Air to Netflix, and my kids are hooked.

They can't believe how funny the Dad of the Karate Kid is.  

The opening song reminded me of an event called Live 8, held in 2005.  Over 3 billion people joined together to have their voices heard by the G8 leaders.  The “voice” demanded promises, such as increased aid dollars, debt cancellation, etc.  The message was to “make poverty history”.  And because we are a society that loves to feel good while doing good, 150 bands/musicians played FREE shows in 10 venues across the globe to get people to sign the petitions and get involved.  

I was lucky enough to attend and was at the Museum of Art, Philadelphia.  There were over one million people at the venue.  One million human beings!  

As I made my way through the crowd the noise evolved. It transitioned without skipping a beat.  It went from cheering, talking, and the noise one million people make in a crowd - to synchronized voices singing “Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned up side down…..”

I couldn’t see a single person who wasn’t singing along.  Old, young, male female - EVERYONE was singing/rapping with Philadelphia’s actual prince, Will Smith.  I, of course, started to sing along but a few words in I was so overcome with emotion I had to stop.

It wasn’t the lyrics. 

Who cries while singing “chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool”?  Besides me…. and my husband apparently (we both cried and didn’t tell each other).

It was the unity.  The bond we all had.  The simple (and stupid) tv show that connected us to each other.  The energy was more powerful than a hurricane and it swept me off my feet.   

We are so dynamic and beautiful when we are unified.   When positivity and purpose pulse out from our bodies like sound waves from a speaker.  The beauty of that moment feels fresh when I recall it, and it hasn’t lost its power.  

The results of the Live 8 concerts were impressive.  30 million signatures were given to the head of the G8 (Tony Blair) and the voices of those people made an impact.

Whether we join together to celebrate or to protest - we are powerful when we unite.  

There are so many wrong things in this world.  Things that happen "here" (wherever here is for you).  Things that happen "there" (whatever is on your radar).  So many things we get lost.  

Right now, there are a group of young Nigerian women who have been kidnapped with the threat of being sold into slavery.    You may not hear about them now that the USA has had another mass shooting.  Now that Kimye has tied the knot.  Now that the news feeds on your screens are filling up with other stories, headlines, ratings and clicks earners.  

Kidnapping happens every day in every country.  The media attention this particular kidnapping is getting does not diminish the violence against the other human beings stolen and sold into slavery.    

Our voices are big.  We are powerful when we stand together.  If you haven’t taken a moment to consider how you might do your part to help, please find a way.  The crisis is not over once this particular "story" is resolved.  Please use the momentum from this highly publicized case to move you to action.  

We allow things to move us, to touch our hearts and for the most part - we do nothing.  Unless doing nothing is the action, of course.  I will NOT go to Marineland or Seaworld.  I will not eat at Chick-Fill-A ever again.  I will not buy clothes from Abercrombie.  Sometimes we "do something" by adding a hashtag to a status on a social networking site.  If we are feeling really brave we'll even mention it on our Facebook and share a story.  

Liking isn't Helping campaign for Crisis Releif

What about DOING something.  Actively doing something.  It can be small.  So small you barely notice.  If we all do something small, like sign our name, volunteer, send a donation - it can lead to something big.  

Please be moved to action.  If you need a start in the right direction,  here are a few ways you can involve yourself in the fight against modern day slavery and human trafficking.  

World Vision’s campaign No Child for Sale   PLEASE WATCH THIS; it's powerful, motivating and gives you actual things you can do (including signing your name).   They also have a series of commercials under the No Child for Sale banner, I suggest watching them (and yes, sharing them too).

                                                        

The END IT Movement is another way to get involved.  If you are looking for a non-denominational charity to support, consider joining the movement.  They released this powerful video to demonstrate the slavery in our own back yard, and have several ways to participate. 

                                                      

Pennies For Freedom

I have the privilege of knowing this young man and his remarkable Mother.  Nathan has a true passion for justice and they are a wonderful charity to support.  Look for big things from Pennies for Freedom.  If you want to get to know the founders better, watch this recent Global News profile:   http://globalnews.ca/?s=human+trafficking+everyday+hero

I don't want to brow beat anyone here - that never works.  I just want to encourage you to listen to that feeling you get when your heart breaks at hearing another news story like the Nigerian women.  I want you to stand up for what moves you - whatever that may be.  We are the problem, each one of us, and we can be the solution -

but it will take more than a hashtag.  

Convertible Bench/Picnic Table you can make TOMORROW!

I was looking for used patio furniture on Kijiji, and saw a bench that converted to a picnic table.  I LOVED it, but the seller wanted $250.00 so I checked my favourite DIY queen Ana White and sure enough - she had a free plan for a convertible picnic table/bench.

Click here for her free plans

The materials, including screws and accessories cost me under $100.00 to make TWO benches.  Actually, the stain/sealer was free from my neighbour - so unless you have some lying around it will cost a bit extra.  I suggest hitting up your local Habitat for Humanity before building, they might have some of the lumber you need and they always have a good stock pile of paints, stains and sealers.

I love birds.  Like mega-super-duper-would-build-a-nest-in-my-hair-if-I-could love birds.  Since my Nanny passed away I have been finding blue birds and putting them around my house to remind me of her (they were her favourite).  I also add blue birds to custom items in my home (like my house number) so that it's a theme in the house.  Not a crazy theme, just a subtle one.  Subtly crazy.  Anyways, I googled images of blue bird stencils and drew one free hand on the bench (there's no way I'm paying for a stencil!)  I painted it with standard acrylic craft paint and when it was totally dry I stained it with the rest of the bench.  I was going to add something funky to the second bench, like old railroad-y font or something - but I'm really bad at lettering and talked myself out of it.  The point is, the possibilities are endless - personalize and spruce up your bench/picnic table and make it unique.

So, I bought the lumber on a Saturday afternoon and had these put together by dinner.  I sanded them the next day (about an hour each unit) and stained them the following day (another hour each bench). This could definitely be done in a day, or two - and can definitely be completed in a weekend.  This took me a while because, well, I have six kids, and there was a birthday so I needed to take breaks and bake a cake, etc.  

If you're itching for some new outdoor furniture and want to try your hand at building something, this project is great for beginners!

I can't wait to plant my rear end on this bench this weekend and get some serious ukelele practice in.  If you're a neighbour, I apologize - Matilda requested I learn the theme song from Dora the Explorer,  and Let it Go (from Frozen).  

Do-do-do-do-do-Dora! Do-do-do-do-do-Dora!  Dora Dora Dora the Explorer!

A great use of my "talents" if you ask me.

Happy Friday, I love you.