Tuesday, July 2, 2013

On Food, Family & DIY Raw Almond Yogurt

Greetings Blogland.  

 So I made some yogurt.  And it was really good.  The notion came after reading this blog post by one of my favorite blogger idols, followed by our local food co-operative losing their supply of the almond milk yogurt that my Loukas loves.  A 'how to make raw almond yogurt' Google search, and a quick watch of this pretty entertaining video later and I was on my yogurt making way: (1) amazed at the simplicity of it all and (2) of course, a little weary I'd kill my whole family with my hippy concoction.

Good news:  it was easy and no one succumbed to bacterial pathogens.

Without further ado, my journey to creamy probiotic goodness::

Ingredients:
•  1 cup raw almonds (soaked over night, then strained and skinned)
•  pure water
•  2 probiotic capsules of your choice

First, soak your almonds. ("benefits include increased enzyme activity, greater absorption of the food's nutrients by the body and increased digestibility. When soaked, nuts and seeds will begin the sprouting process which bumps up their nutrient profile considerably." source:  about.com )

Place almonds in a bowl, cover with water and leave overnight.  Easy.


Soaked Almonds:

See their Plump goodness?

This little skinning trick was a new soaked almond venture for me.  I've been making our family's raw almond milk for the past year or so and use a nut-milk bag to strain the pulp and skins from the milk, but in this process, the pulp adds a nice body to the yogurt.  This skin popping bit is a Fun and easy.  Okay, I'm using the word Fun quite loosely there but I like to keep things exciting.

Pinch

Roll. 
 Careful!  These guys are slippery!!  I sent quite a few of them flying, collected them from the floor, rinsed their little valuable soaked selves off, and added 'em back to the lot.




These pretty almond casings ended up in our compost.

Bowl-o-blanched almonds::


So, after skinning, I placed the almonds in my blender.  I use a vitamix, but for this job, any blender will do.  The first time I made this yogurt, I used less water and while it was good, I wanted to stretch it a bit further and I wanted it to be less pasty so instead of just adding enough water to cover the almonds  like that adorable pony-tailed man from the You Tube video had suggested, I took the water up about a quarter cup.  And I think the next time, I'll add even more water.  That's another thing I appreciate about this whole yogurt making venture:  you can play around with the ratios and customize your yogurt's body.  Fancy, I know.



After you've photographed your water and almonds to your hearts content, annoying your family, taking up most of the space in the kitchen before breakfast has even been served forcing them out into the yard until you have completed your mediocre captures, blend.  Blend your almonds and water til smooth.


Really, the trickiest part of this whole process is getting ALL of the blended almonds out of your blender.  If you are a like me, you value your pricey whole foods ingredients and want to salvage every last drop.  It just dawned on me as I am typing this that you could- by way of adding water to rinse your blender clean- play with your yogurt's consistency at this point!  Eureka!


Next:  add some probiotics.  I use these capsules, as recommended by our family Naturopath.  They are 'tried and true,' shelf stable, and don't cost a million dollars.  You can even find this same brand at Target, but they don't offer the gluten free/ diary free variety which contains inulin, a pre-bitoic, in the form of chicory root extract that stimulates the growth of good bacteria.  I digress.  Open your probiotic capsules, dump them into your almost-yogurt and stir.




Cover your bowl with a pretty cloth and set on a shelf, or in a cabinet, or on your counter.  It will take longer for your probiotics to proliferate in a cooler environment.  My kitchen stays pretty warm and after leaving this batch of yogurt out from breakfast til bedtime, it was ready.  You can tell when the process is complete by giving it a quick whiff.  It will smell like... well, yogurt!  Place it in your fridge, chill, and Enjoy!


Viola!  Raw Almond Yogurt!

Drizzled in honey from friends across town who are raising city bees, which has a distinct grassy flavor.  Really quite lovely with local blueberries.  

This batch yielded about two cups, and it didn't last long.  I'll definitely be doubling the recipe next time because the kids ate it up- after, of course, I tried some and waited to see that I did not perish.  I'm an adventurous eater, but my husband will attest to that while I'll eat most anything and enjoy it, my instincts are quite cautious.

 Growing up eating pasteurized, processed, packaged, pre-washed, frozen, canned, store bought foods- not having much in the way of garden to table experiences as a child- eating foods that don't have a label that are not cooked or washed for that matter, has not come without a little twinge of fear from within.  It's very silly, I know.  Jerrmy has many a time plucked a berry or flower from a random tree and offered over as a little nibble and I'll partake but not without reassurance, eating things in 'the wild' is not my thing, exactly- but I always try. Oh, and when my savvy husband started fermenting foods in our kitchen last year, I was a little weary at first- he was our tester.  It's as if I somehow think if I don't buy something from the store it's probably going to make us all sick.  As if that little label and packaging and the mysticism of its creation makes it all the safer.  Why would I feel more comfortable about my food being created in an industrial kitchen, or in a factory(?!) prepared by strangers?  Fruits and vegetables with a little sticker giving me a green light?  It's all psychological :).  And really just a nuance of my foodie experience, probably something only my husband really knows about me.  And I'd venture to say that I am not alone in this mini-phobia.    

A few things have changed my life in regard to my food consumptions: first was my time as a fine dining waitress at chef owned restaurants.  Seeing the farmers call on the chefs, seeing farm to table in action, and becoming a complete lover of food and its preparations planted the first seeds of change. Then, just as my waitressing days were coming to a close, at my last stop on a decade long restaurant tour of duty, I fell in love with a food activist chef whilst working at his little conscious cuisine restaurant and married him.  Since then, I've been along for the ride, reaching new heights of commitment to nutrition as we've made a home together and have created two Sons- both of whom are quite effected by eczema.  

The eczema journey is a never ending conundrum, an actually quite painful and still very much on going journey that started when, at 4 months old, my first born child, Loukas, was covered from head to toe in inflamed skin.  I nearly had a nervous breakdown.  I was a new mom and exhausted and trying to figure out breastfeeding and my baby was inflamed from head to toe, oozing and bleeding and it appeared my milk was causing the very unsightly affliction.  We saw a pediatrician who prescribed steroid cream and were astounded how quickly the rash resolved, only to flare back twice as strong.  We were referred to a Naturopathic Doctor and I found myself on a pretty intense elimination diet for months.  Many of my peers and acquaintances and well-meaning friends commented on my weight-loss from the elimination diet, often times people made suggestions of what else I could be doing.  I became lost in trying to explain our approach, one that we were taking based on evidence, based on science that our caregiver assured us was the best approach- that in the end, avoiding steroid treatments for our child's sensitivities would in the long run ensure the best possible outcome for him overall.  And that involved healing ourselves with how we ate, and it worked.  Loukas' skin cleared, and stayed clear for a long time while we kept our diet free of the things we found triggered flare ups.  We regularly avoid wheat, gluten, diary, soy, and eggs and have recently even taken a break from peanuts.  We avoid processed, sugary foods- even the gluten free/ diary free/naturally sweetened organic varieties because they, too, do not help and we are super serious about our fish oil and probiotics, homeopathy and dietary supplements.  Still, we have flare ups.  

When Jasper came along we hoped that he would not be effected in the same way as Loukas, alas he also has eczema.  Currently we are on high flare alert; both kids are covered in itchy inflamed skin and even though it seems like it'd keep getting easier to deal, that the dietary limitations would find a way of working themselves out, that we'd find a flow and a sense of ease in this way of eating, but honestly, it hasn't.  It's pretty inconvenient.  It's exhausting and it's sad and I'm probably just saying that now because we are in the throws of a bad summer flare, but that's the truth.

Loukas is becoming more aware of his eczema and discusses it with complete strangers.  We can't go swimming because of the increased risk of infection.  Both kids wake frequently in the night, scratching.  And I'm concerned that everyone around me thinks I'm a monster for not putting steroids on my kids.  And I'm not even sure I should share this little bit of our lives, leaving myself open to criticisms of that regard, but it is our story, and it is our choice and we talk about it a lot.  We are doing what we think is best based on the information that we have. It is requiring some sacrifice but it seems in this journey of parenting, nothing is ever so very easy and the choices we make are heavy sometimes and we make them and carry on, and we make mistakes and we get tired and frustrated and we learn to let go and seek the next laugh, the next sweet moment, the next sunrise and sunset. And we grow victory gardens that our kids live to wake and water::
     

They'll both have the Gawthrop Green thumb, I just know it.  Jerrmy is a lover of plants.  I think that seeing the way he cared for his beloved green friends when we were in the early years of our love, was proof of what a great care giver he'd be.

hello, ladybug.









june's super moon
And here, I'll leave you.   Happy yogurt making and Happy July.  If you try the yogurt and like it, let me know!

We are experiencing some unusually pleasant cool summer weather here in Northwest Arkansas.  Hope the magically breezy Love makes it your way.

Much Love

N



Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Best Us I've Seen So Far

It's been six weeks since we moved into our new place, so I'm not sure if the "well, we 'Did' just move"  bit still holds as much merit, but, well, we did just move.  And with such a big life change (one that I am neither sad nor glad to report, I have made many a time in my 30 and a half years) routines have suffered.  Routines that I am not sure were ever down pat, but in the resettling into an adorable little quarters on what was one the first estates in this area, we are starting to get the hang of things.  Daily, we are a little more moved in.  Tools and crates of odds and ends still lurk about, placed and replaced in out if the way spots, our power drill a fixture on our kitchen bar, but it's starting to look like us.  The best us I've seen so far.  And that is quite nice.

Here are a few of my favorite moments from the past month and a half.  Lots of smiles and happy moments::  Lots to Hold On to...


(all photos iPhone)
the original 400 square feet of this place was built in the 1850s around its two sided chimney, and served as a cook house for the victorian mansion on this same property




lots of fun angles and spaces to enjoy



moving day, may. 5. 2013
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The relationship unfolding between these two is deepening our entire family bond.


My sweet Fox 


We've snuck in a few dates, as well.  Much needed dates.  And they've been real sweet.

Gregory Alan Isokav at Mildred B. Cooper Chapel, Bella Vista, Arkansas
Date outfits are fun



Photo Bomber Bear



And evening walks!


or rides, sometimes

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We weathered some Spring storms.  Storms that weren't so friendly to our neighbors in Oklahoma.  


Thrown in for humor:  I've been a selfie master since the eighties.  Just ask my Mom.

Our Lou keeps insisting that he is Big now.  

hollah


On memorial day, Jerrmy and his dad spent the day erecting this beauty of a book case.  


Loukas got a first hair cut by (not me) our family stylist!

Jasper Bear is a funny guy.

And a cheeky guy.

And our Bear cut 4 molars! (whew!)

Our big baby saw movie on the big screen! 


Pigs fly: I bought a spiderman shirt! (thrifted, two sizes too small, and the kid loves it- there it is)

They are perfecting their couch dismounts.

I'm perfecting neon toes

And watermelon ice cubes make the perfect summer cocktail.
This weekend, we welcome summer!  How do you celebrate the Solstice?








Wednesday, April 17, 2013

  


Soon we will be moving...

More that anything I will miss the deer friend visitors when we have gone, assuming that the graceful creatures won't find us, just a few blocks from this woodsy mountainside space we've kept for the past 2 and a half years.  Our home-to-be is on flat land, closer to main roads and ultimately less likely to be as welcoming to the deer, the bunnies, the chipmunks and squirrels, groundhogs, and foxes (yes! foxes) that we have been delighted to witness traipsing about out back.  

Leaving this place feels right, but as it is the home where Jasper was born on an early winter morning last February, in the same living room where both boys took their first steps, and not far from the kitchen where each brother heard their first Birthday Song.  There will be some growing pains,  some sadness resting deep to the thrill that we feel to move onto a charming little place that I am itching to get into, and sprawl, and have a ball finding home for our favorite things.   









Spring is a'comin



Easter day



best try at a boys shot


notice his shoes:  wrong feet!  


Counting down the days...








Saturday, April 13, 2013

Serendipity/ Birth Story Share Saturday




(Art installment in the bizarrely curated 21c Museum Hotel lobby, Bentonville.)




Some days, when I find myself wanting to create, in the midst of formulating thoughts to share with others, I stumble upon things completely different that end up taking me to places I didn't think I was going to go.  And I end up receiving instead of creating.  Today, I stumbled upon a link on my Facebook profile while looking for an image to share on an unrelated blog post.  I've been less Facebooky lately, having succumb to a moderate attachment to Instagram.  Ok- I'm full on addicted, but I digress.  The link on my Facebook timeline (which I am not too sharp about but have been having fun exploring it) is actually one that lead to my reading the birth story that I composed in the days following Loukas' birth, and published as a "Note." What I received in finding such an archive was a look back in time, correspondence with a Me of past. And I liked Me then.  And I am proud of the Me from then.  Which feels nice.   

I remember the rush of sharing such an intimate experience in my life and I remember that I loved how it was received and looking back at the comments still makes my heart soar.  Also, reading the words is so much a gift.  I will forever be proud of that experience and also proud that I chose to relive my first greatest accomplishment in my little life, that I have those words to go back and read and re-read and marvel at how it was and how it is now to be a new Mother.  For all my faults, I must say that not documenting is up there on the list of things I am 'working on,' that through my Instagram addiction and keeping up with this blog, I aspire to have lots and lots of words and photos to marvel at in the years to come.

In December, I attempted to re-write Loukas' birth story as a Mommy Birthday present to myself, told three years later with new details that come to the surface as the years pass and the ecstasy of the experience that was so heavy, so life changing, has lifted and I am left with funny, cute details that are just as important to me as the ones that were recorded in those Blissed Out postpartum days.  Of course I was interrupted by the kid's wakings and lost my flow in writing in December, so that blog post was a cliff hanger- cancelled during the series winter break.  But maybe I will plan to try to recall a little bit every year on my kids' special days.  Today is only a special day because it is Today, it is not an anniversary of anything that calls for Birth Story shares, but it is Saturday and I stumbled upon this little "note" and I want to share it here.  And I hope the link to my Facebook note works, because I don't know much about all these Internet things, but maybe there will be complications, and I'll have to try some other way of sharing but here goes:

https://www.facebook.com/notes/nicolette-gawthrop/mlittle-birth-story/232049307123