Baked French Toast

Cooking is much of my artistic expression these days. Mixing flavours, textures and colours brings joy to my heart and challenges the mind.

I dream in food these days as well. Rose water ginger carrots? Habanero honey tea? Strawberry jalapeno Kombucha?…yes please and more please.

Today I made a baked french toast. I know. It’s nothing new but it’s oh so yummy!

Baked french toast with blueberries.

*In a lasagna pan:
3/4 of a day old Sourdough Polenta loaf, sliced then halved.
Layer with pads of butter and/or coconut oil
*Mix together then pour over breads:
4 large Pastured Eggs
1/4 C Raw Milk
1 tin Coconut Milk
1 t Vanilla
Ok, the fun part! You can make this the night before and let the breads have time to soak up the milky goodness while sitting in the refrigerator. Or, you can make it in the early morning and let it sit on the counter while the rest of the house is quiet. ***The bread needs to sit in the milky eggy mixture for at least 30 minutes.
Drink your morning cuppa and read the news, listen to music, enjoy the rainbow crystals dancing around the room, etc.
When the first kiddo wakes up for the day **preheat oven to 350F and have them help you place blueberries/huckleberries/ strawberries/ whatever fruit your family loves, Aaaaallll over the breads. (We make ours different ever time. We’ve done tropical fruit baked french breads, purely citrus, woodland berries, etc.)

Bake until you smell the fruit melding with the vanilla, this is about 20 minutes. Let it stand for 5 minutes. Serve with your fave french toast topping. Maple syrup or berry syrup or a sprinkle of sugar are some of our favourites.

Now, get out and play! Family hike? Gardening day? Revamp the compost bins?

Peace, love and milky eggy breads!

I take two sips of my morning coffee, I log on and I read this article:

I cry for the parents, for the boy who will never have_______ (so much to fill in that blank), and I wonder why can’t we look at our people (yes, OUR people) for who they are.

Then I’m driven to write, of course.
Was Michael Skolnik’s article not a call for his Caucasian brothers and sisters to respond to Trayvon Martin’s senseless murder?

I want to make something clear first. We don’t all live in cities or suburbs. The small county that I grew up in and still live in is very VERY Caucasian. What Mr. Skolnik describes here “I will never look suspicious to you, because of one thing and one thing only.  The color of my skin.  I am white.” That doesn’t work in my town. I’ve clutched my purse closer when in the presence of suspicious white folk. I’ve rushed home from the bus stop because I was being followed by a police vehicle and neighbors. When you live in a place that has a high crime rate with the root of it all pointing to methamphetamine…yeah, many many white people scare the shit out of me!

I get it Mr. Skolnik, you’re talking about the bigger picture here. But this is the world I know, in our little town, in a little valley.

Let’s get back to Trayvon. Trayvon!!!
Did you all look at his picture? What a beautiful boy he was! All of that is gone now. All of that beauty in what could have been a man is gone.

As my boys inch closer and closer to their teen years the bulk of our conversations lead back to compassion. COMPASSION. This, like anything, means something different to everyone. But I think that it has a common thread of respect and patience (the ability listen and to be present).

What compassion has taught me is to look past all walls, social/physical obstacles, and to see myself in another person.

Sometimes to find compassion we have to pull from deep down inside. It is taking all of me, reaching deep down to the root of my compassion, these days to have compassion for those who want to take my reproductive rights away from me. It is taking all of me to have compassion for those who cannot accept my husband and his birth son as our family. It is taking all of me give up the fight and to ride the waves of justice.

Now I ask you, how much more will OUR people have to lose before WE take action towards compassion? Why not teach it during math class? It has the word ‘compass’ in it, does it not?

If Mr. George Zimmerman had learned about compassion before seeing this boy walk down his street, however unfamiliar this boy may have been to him. He would have seen a kid not a thug-in-training or whatever Mr. Zimmerman saw instead. He would have seen a kid. That’s all. A kid.

His name is Trayvon. Mr. Zimmerman could have introduced himself. He could have asked him about his folks. He would have known Trayvon from then on. He could have done so many many different things besides what he did. If only he was carrying compassion instead of that semi-automatic weapon. If only! Well, all of that is gone now.

Now it is Mr. Zimmerman’s time to ride the waves of justice. I hope justice is brought, for real! And I hope one day his inner compass finds compassion and all of those like Mr. Zimmerman.

All I know, for my husband and me, is continuance to teach our boys about compassion. I will continue to see myself in others and I will continue to keep digging deep inside for that last ounce of compassion even when I think it is no longer there.


Den Mothers Potluck.

A long time wish of mine has been to have all of the Mothers who raised me in one room for dinner…Oh, that would be the night of my life!

Two of my faves are the ones I fashion much of my current life from.
Silent leaders, care takers, educators, women who’ve raised men (and women). I’ve learned so much from them! Thank you C. and T.!

For the main dish I made a power packed Spanakopita.


I*n a small bowl or dish, do this before prepping the other ingredients so the garlic has time to infuse in the oil (you can do this the day before if you like) :
3-5 cloves Garlic Chopped
2-4 T Olive Oil
*Slice then add to a quart jar (I like doing this a few days before use):
Shiitakes and Shallots (marinate in balsamic vinegar, water, olive oil, and oregano)
*Steam then saute in the garlic infused olive oil:
Nettles (enough to fill a basic sized strainer – they shrink down to about 1/4 of the size)
3-4 large Kale leaves (deveined and cut into strips)
1T Wakame (rehydrate in a small cup, then add to the steamed Nettles and Kale just before sauting)
*In a medium size bowl, mix together:
2 Eggs (whisked)
1 lb.Feta (crumbled – we love Israeli feta! It’s the best in our opinion)
*For basting EVERY sheet of Filo:
1/4 C Butter &1/4 C Olive Oil melted and slightly cooled (tepid).
Make sure to remove from the freezer and place in the fridge the night before:
Whole Wheat Filo (cut in half, immediately put the half that you are not going to use back in the freezer, measure to fit a lasagna pan and cut off the end bits (also add these end bit back to the freezer – they’re great for mini tea cakes filled with jam)).

Preheat oven to 350F.
After the saute process, set up your filo station, with melted butter and olive oil with brush in hand.
Divide filo sheets in half, half for the bottom and half for the top. The half that is not in use should have a damp towel over it to prevent it from drying out.
Layer, layer, layer away!
Then dollop the feta eggy mix over the filo and then the greens and then the browns (mushrooms and shallots).
Layer, layer, layer again. Ending with the top brushed with the butter oil mix.

Cook for 20-30 minutes, until you achieve your desired browning.
Let is stand for at least 10 minutes. You’ll have a puddle of oil at the bottom when you pull it out but the filo will take it back into the layers very quickly…so let it sit.

Cut all the pieces, share, eat, have good conversations (thank you friends!) and laugh as much as you can.

That’s it!
Peace, love, and Greek-like delights!

Rose Garland

Oboster (brother younger) and I made this Rose Garland with a bit of string and a sewing needle. Very simple and a great craft to make in anticipation of Easter.

Rose GarlandRose Garland

It seems to be thoroughly dried at this point. I haven’t decided yet if I want to glitter it or leave it natural. I’m contemplating if I should leave at the entrance of the kitchen or move it some place else?

Oboster is one of my favourite people to create things with. He is so attentive, he doesn’t rush through things, and when he needs a break he lets me know in a nice way. I love this about him!

Peace, love and roses adorn.

Yarn Along

Follow Ginny at Small Things where she shares her current reads and yarn projects.

This week my Mother received the hat and booties that I made for her friend expecting a baby boy (and I received my first payment via SwansNest on etsy).

One more go:
This week I feel like giving up on the baby legs for awhile. This is not like me. I usually don’t give up on projects. I usually find a way to push through and make things happen but (errr) it’s just not happening. I need some inspiration. So I’m going to go on a hike after our Treetrunk boy (brother older) lets out of school and hope to find some inspiration in nature.

And how could I not in the Pacific Northwest on the cusp of Spring?

This week I checked out some graphic novels from the public library (our second home).

I love Sara Varon! I fell in love with her work many years ago with how easily I can relate to her humor and how she gives objects and other things human like lives is so interesting to me.

Sara Varon's Bake Sale

I read her most current book Bake Sale. I love it! I don’t want to give away too much but it’s about an Aubergine and a Cupcake and their daily to-dos. The story follows their blossoming friendship. There’s some loss and a lot of learning about nurturing a friendship and treatment of others. Simple humanity.

Have a great Yarn Along everyone!

Food Swaping!

Food Swap is so fun! More fun than most things I do on a Sunday afternoon.

The finds get more and more interesting. I didn’t get any kraut this time, again, so I’m just going to have to make it myself and maybe savour some for the next Swap.

Food Swap March 2012

I brought Sunny Butters and Veggie Glycerite Tinctures for trades. I received some beautifully homemade goods. They are being reveled over in wonder and delight in our home.

Thank you friends! I hope to see you all at the next Swap!
Peace, love, and homemade wonders.


A term I thought was only referenced socially when intoxicated.
After joining I found out that this is the social term used when you just have to rip out the stitches of a project and (if you so choose, as I usually do) try again.

I “ripped” Sea Foam Progressions Inspired yesterday…again!
It was going so well too but then I suddenly felt like it didn’t represent my inspiration and it was turning out to be NOT my best knitting.

So I’m trying it again (again, again).

Better luck next time chap!

Peace, love and Ripped!