Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Ethan's Birth Story

Sunday morning 2:00 am - Contractions start, they're consistent, but mild

Sunday morning 7:00 am - Lily wakes up, contractions stop.  We spent the day getting ready in case baby decided to make an appearance soon, went grocery shopping etc. 

Sunday evening - Lily goes to bed, contractions become more consistent, but I'm only woken up a few times by them. 

Monday morning 7:00 am - Lily wakes up, contractions become more spaced out, but continue getting stronger

Monday 3:00 pm - My mom comes to take Lily to the park, and labor really starts, contractions are regular and I can no longer sit through them. 

I spent the next couple hours cleaning up around the house, making sure I ate a few snacks, made dinner for everyone, stopping to do hip circles during contractions.  By the time I had finished making dinner (around 6:00 pm) I no longer had an appetite for it.  I ate a banana and peanut butter in my room instead. Sitting was uncomfortable, but I was also tired off standing, so I opted to labor backwards on the toilet for a while.  Occasionally moving to do duck walks in the shower (in case my water broke lol). Around 6:30 Zach asked me when my mom and Lily should leave for the hotel (ASAP!) apparently Lily really liked the dinner I had made and was chowing down plateful after plateful.  At some point Zach set up the bed and the tub, I'm not sure when... by this time I needed him with me. I called the midwives at 7:00 and they arrived around 7:20.  

The atmosphere was perfect, it was dark outside, dim lighting inside, the Christmas lights were on and the fire was going.  Our two midwives, Beth and Laurel, came, as well as their midwife in training, Alyssa.  I was so happy to see them and couldn't have asked for a better team.  Beth checked me (WAY less uncomfortable than getting checked at the hospital) and good news! I was already at 6 cm, over halfway there! They checked my blood pressure and the baby's heartbeat, set up their things, and started filling up the tub. 

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I laid on the bed for a little bit, because it was surprisingly comfortable (laying down during Lily's birth was horrible).  But I didn't want to get too comfortable so I started walking around again. 

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Finally the tub was ready! It was much warmer than I thought it would be, but being in the water felt wonderful.  It was so much easier to stretch and move with the water there to support me.  I had been waiting to get in the tub and once I did I honestly got a little bored, maybe a better word is impatient. I just wanted the baby to be here, I didn't want to wait anymore! I was worried that the water might slow things down, but my contractions kept coming strong.  The thing that was most different from my first birth is that this time there were actual breaks in between contractions. Hallelujah! The first time they were right on top of each other for hours and hours. This time not only were there breaks, but I felt like I could even control them a little, like if I needed a break all I had to do was not move, and when I wanted to get things going again I just needed to be active. 

I also discovered two amazing pain relief methods this time around (at least for me). One thing was eye contact, which I remembered reading in Ina May's book (and thinking it was weird).  But at one point I had caught Zach's eyes across the room and just stared him down, and IT HELPED SO MUCH! So I told him to get closer and I needed to make eye contact (poor guy probably thought I was crazy, but he went along with it no questions asked). It felt like I was actually transferring some of the pain to him. It kept me grounded, and when I wasn't looking at him is was like I was spinning out of control floating in space or drowning in a pool (it was a weird sensation). 

The other thing that really helped was something I learned from my Grandpa.  When he stubs his toe or something he says "that feels good, that feels great, that feels wonderful".  Well stubbing your toe hurts, but I really liked this idea for labor, because it is something great, my body is doing what it needs to do, it's a good thing! Last time in labor I thought it, but this time I started saying it out loud during particularly painful contractions. "This is such an interesting feeling!" "This is not painful, this feels good, this is so GOOD!".  It was amazing how it went from feeling painful to just powerful. 

After maybe an hour and a half in the tub I felt like maybe I needed to be pushing. So I tested it out, it felt productive, but I didn't say anything because I thought it couldn't already be time.  So I was "secretly" pushing for a little bit, still trying to decide.  My giveaway was that when I tried not pushing the contractions seemed weaker, and when I pushed in to them they were stronger and longer (kind of similar to my first birth, but also kind of not). 

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Eventually Beth came in and said if we didn't want the baby born in the tub I should get to the bed because he was probably coming soon.  Turns out they knew I was pushing the whole time, they just don't freak out about it (I thought they'd want to check me to make sure I was all the way dilated yada yada, it was nice that they just trusted me instead).

I thought that getting out of the tub and getting to the bed was going to be really difficult, but it was surprisingly easy.  And as soon as I got to the bed my water broke (of course), but everything was protected (it's just now occuring to me that I narrowly missed our carpet).  I laid on my side and pushed, I was a little confused at what was taking so long, I knew he was going to be smaller than Lily, turns out he was, but his head was the same size.  Laurel sat next to me and was very encouraging, just told me how things were progressing down there ("you're stretching beautifully" "This is the biggest part" etc).  And Beth was wonderful at helping me stretch and not tear (a night and day difference from the Dr. last time).  After 15-20 minutes of pushing he was out! At 10:02 PM, a little less than three hours after the midwives got there. 

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After ten minutes or so the placenta was delivered (and placed in my kitchen bowl, and set next to me lol).  His cord wasn't clamped or cut until over an hour later. Laurel did the newborn exam right there next to me, measured and weighed him.  7 pounds, 6 ounces (exactly a pound lighter than Lily), 20 1/4 inches long, and a 14 inch head.  I am so thankful for such an amazing birth experience, and being able to recover in the comfort of my own home. Our midwives were amazing, and I just couldn't ask for anything more. 


©Erin Overton Photography

©Erin Overton Photography

©Erin Overton Photography

©Erin Overton Photography

©Erin Overton Photography



Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Lillian's Birth Story

Our birth teacher told us to picture how our perfect labor experience would be.  It probably wouldn't be anything like it, but it might.

The rest of our class spoke of spending "early labor" walking along the beach, or strolling through a bookstore or a museum.

I thought that a great early labor distraction would be unpacking the kitchen in our new home.

I thought for sure that moving two weeks before my due date would make something happen right? I packed up our old place feeling braxton hicks the whole time, I started hurriedly unpacking boxes at our new house the contractions sometimes being a little painful sometimes not. Days went by. I kept unpacking. People kept saying "haha you won't be unpacked until the baby is 3 years old".  Not the case, I unpacked every box, 9 months pregnant. I had stopped painting, what else was there to do.


My due date came, I went to an art opening at a gallery that was displaying my work, because this conversation is fun:
"Oh you're the artist! And you're expecting a little artist, when are you due?"
"today"

Zach and I started going on long walks because supposedly that helps get things moving.  We would walk to downtown Carp, where we would stop and get ice cream. I had to have some motivation for walking that far! And I was craving ice cream like you wouldn't believe. During the last few days I was eating ice cream multiple times a day...a model of healthy eating during most of my pregnancy, but after I was late, whatever, give me ice cream.

Finally I ran out of things to do during the day so I decided to paint a VERY large painting for our living room.  I spent all day in the garage and I pretty much finished the sucker.  Looking back at photos my belly really was huge, no wonder the guys still working on our house were afraid of me.  People kept stopping by all day, our neighbor to give me a boppy, the guys working on the....counterops? I can't even remember, a lady coming to buy the dishwasher we posted on craigslist. I must have looked ridiculous.

"our new bathroom, with no counter, sink or mirror yet"
That night I was super tired, maybe working all day wasn't such a great idea I thought.  We still went on an evening walk, then watched an episode of White Collar, then ate ice cream (of course) and went to bed.

I woke up at 2:30 AM,  I couldn't figure out why at first. Oh, something hurts.  Why does something hurt? Do I need to pee? Why am I awake? Ouch cramps. Cramps? I went to the bathroom and hurrah! there it was! Bloody show! (sorry y'all, if that was TMI for you you might want to stop reading because this is going to get graphic). I went back to bed but couldn't sleep, lying down was way too painful.  I started timing them, they were 5 minutes apart and lasting a minute each.  5 minutes already? I decided to move to the couch.  Zach woke up while I was gathering some pillows. "What's wrong? are you ok?" "yeah, I'm fine, I'm in labor, go back to sleep".

I sat on the couch, in the dark, tried to sleep, couldn't, took the batteries out of the super loud clock, nope, still couldn't sleep.  I considered trying to finish reading the childbirth book I was halfway through (Redeeming Childbirth, I bet the end is just as good as the beginning).  I remembered the author mentioned a song in the book that I definitely wanted on my "early labor playlist", I Surrender All.  I downloaded it to my phone.  Deciding that sitting in the dark not sleeping was boring and painful I decided I might as well start listening to that playlist.

It was a beautiful time, quietly resting, worshiping through the contractions, watching as the room lit up with early morning light (couldn't help it, we didn't have window coverings yet!).

Our birth teacher said that once we got into active labor we would just want a relaxing playlist (whale sounds and such) because actual music would probably distract or bother us. I didn't find that to be the case.  I listened to my "early" playlist all the way through, it was crucial for me. I remember focusing on one song in particular during transition:

"Oceans"
Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You've never failed and You won't start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine


It's almost as if this song was written just for women in labor.  How many times did I read each contraction being like a "wave"?
I still can't sing this song without crying.  It brings me right back to that place, being in so much pain, and just trying to focus on Jesus, who else could help me at that moment?

Anyway, Zach got up (apparently sleeping is hard when your wife is in labor?).  I finally texted my doula (Ronda) at around 7:00. She told me to eat a good breakfast and try to rest.  I ate a large bowl of oatmeal.  I took a bath.

 I felt conflicted as whether I should try to rest or try to go about my day, walk around and stay moving. Waking up at 2 AM messes with your head. So I labored around the house (not wanting to bother putting on actual clothes that I would need to leave the house).  I had Zach find me funny youtube videos to distract me during contractions (the trust fall, and that little girl who cries because she's going to Disneyland). At one point I sent him to the store because we didn't have any bread and I was craving orange juice. He made chicken fried rice for lunch...I ate a little bit.  It felt good to be outside, the sun felt good. I'd lean on Zach when a contraction would come (he sold our patio chairs the day before!)

Eventually the videos weren't working anymore, it hurt to laugh. Back inside I labored backward on a chair. I was timing the contractions on my phone, they were getting longer, a little closer together, much more painful.

After laboring at home for 12 hours Ronda convinced us we should head to the hospital.  I had been nervous about going too early, what if labor stopped? I did not want to be at the hospital longer than I had to be.  I was trying to convince myself that I didn't need to go yet when I had a contraction in our hallway that changed my mind.

We left with bags, cooler and carseat.  I was super classy wearing a pair of Zach's old boxer shorts and old t-shirt, clutching a robe and my water bottle.

I was dreading the car ride, but only had 2 or 3 contractions on the way over.  I remember everything looking surreal, too bright, like everything was more colorful than normal.

We pulled up to the hospital, Ronda met us and parked the car for us.  Zach grabbed the bags and headed inside.  I had to stop on a bench outside for a contraction...I looked just awful, but didn't even care about the strangers watching.  Inside they offered me a wheelchair, but I declined, walking is good right?

I got to the labor room, they gave me a gown, a monitor belt thing, put an IV port in, and asked me a million questions...I just kept thinking "why are they asking me and not Zach? I can't really form sentences right now".  The nurse checked me, and then told me she wanted to have her intern check me afterward....ummm, no. I'm in labor, I'm not your science experiment, I don't need anyone else's hands up there.

She said I was a "stretchy 4cm" and then stretched me to 5 (still not clear about how that works, but whatever). Ronda said "that's great! the first 5 take the longest, things could really get moving now".

I stayed on the bed for a few contractions so they could monitor the baby.  The nurse decided to give me some fluids to "wake the baby up" so they could get a good read on paper.

If I had known that I'd spend the next 3+ hours freezing cold, I would have protested.  She gave me the refrigerated fluids...apparently they had room temperature ones but she decided not to use those? So now I'm on the bed shaking uncontrollably, hating lying down, waiting for them to finish so I could get in the tub.  The tub, where it's warm.

I guess a lot of women love laboring in the tub or pool or what have you. For me it was where my contractions were the hardest, I only stayed in as long as I did because I was still freezing. And I thought "the tub is supposed to make things better, how bad would it feel if I wasn't in here?".  Zach was in the tub with me, praying out loud for me during each contraction.  I don't know how I would have managed without that, it was the best kind of pain relief.  My contractions were really long at this point and they were coming right on top of each other. This was also the point where I threw up (I think that was the only time though).

Eventually I just felt like I had to move. I labored around the room for a while, swaying, leaning on Zach. I labored backwards on the toilet, with Zach rubbing my back and still praying, this was a good position for me. I felt like my body wanted to start pushing so Ronda said go for it just don't let the nurses see (in hindsight I think this feeling was a pressure, like I needed to move around more). Anyway the nurse caught me and then wanted to check me again. Up on the bed, she said "after the next contraction I'm going to check you ok? Is it done?" In my head: "no, yes! but you better be fast because the next one is already starting, nevermind uuuugggghhh". I couldn't verbalize this though, and she seemed slightly annoyed that I couldn't carry on a conversation.

She kind of blurted out how many centimeters I was.  A stretchy 6. And my water must have broken in the tub because she couldn't feel it.

6?

We had been at the hospital for six hours at this point.  Six hours later and only one more centimeter than when I got there?

No.  I can't do this. I remember our birth teacher saying that you'll reach a point where you want to give up, and it's usually in transition. But this wasn't transition, I was only a 6! This could go on for days!

It was a weird kind of feeling.  I didn't want an epidural, because that wouldn't be fast enough, and I'd still have to push.  I didn't want a c-section. I just wanted to stop.  In my head I thought "No. I'm not doing this anymore" ...my body had other plans.

I cried. Ronda talked me through it. Told me it was ok to cry, let it out, I just got some really hard news, now it was a mind game, things could still move quickly. I told her I couldn't do it.  And I kept thinking why is she not listening? I can't do this.

She told me that I had to move more, lots more, large sways, duck walks, to move the baby down.  "Get mad" she said. I decided to give moving a try. Getting mad wasn't a problem, I was mad at Ronda and Zach for not letting me give up, I was mad at the nurses for being obsessed with the equipment, mad at my cervix for not opening up.  I must have been a sight,  Zach still likes to make fun of my "mad labor stomps".

Just when I started getting my "groove" on the nurse came back in and told me I had to get back on the bed to get more fluids and to be hooked up to the monitors with wires (so, no moving) because the batteries died in the wireless one (are you effing kidding me? there are no back up batteries?).

At this point I gave up again, everything hurt SO much more on the bed. Something inside of me said this was from the enemy, I felt attacked and I rebuked like I've never rebuked before. Now I was super mad! How dare he try to take this from me!

At some point I got off the bed, probably to the dismay of my nurses. They were concerned that baby's heart rate was dropping during contractions (but it always came back up) I knew she was just fine, God really protected me from that unnecessary fear. Which was something I had been praying about since the beginning of my pregnancy, Psalm 34:4-7 was in continually on my mind:
 I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me.
He freed me from all my fears.
 Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy;
no shadow of shame will darken their faces.
 In my desperation I prayed, and the Lord listened;
he saved me from all my troubles.
 For the angel of the Lord is a guard;
he surrounds and defends all who fear him

I started doing duckwalks on the floor. It felt good, it felt right.  It still hurt but it was better to be active. I stretched those duckwalks as far as I could, feeling more limber than I thought I could be. Ronda was encouraging, "this is the best way to bring that baby down" she kept saying, "this is the best thing you could be doing".  She was spoon feeding me applesauce between contractions, I was suddenly hungry again.

Then during one contraction my water broke, and I mean BROKE, there was a pop and a GUSH all over the floor. I saw it was clear and rejoiced! No meconium! It was so encouraging, and I thought "My water had definitely now already broken, they were wrong! They could be wrong about 6 cm too!".  There were absolutely no more thoughts of "I can't do this" after that.

They made me get back on the bed again, I don't know why.  I was leaning over the back of the bed trying to ignore the monitors digging so hard into my belly.  Ronda said now that my water had broken there would be much more room, nothing was in the way, things could really move fast now.  I trusted her and she was right. Suddenly during one contraction I got the urge to push and a noise came out of me that I could never duplicate.  Up until then I had been making low groans mostly because that's what people said to do. All of a sudden I was growling and I couldn't control it.

Ronda told me to push so I did, not that I could stop it.  I guess I did that for a while.  Then Dr. Ramos came in to check me.  She told me to stop pushing because there was still a little cervix there. And apparently since I wouldn't obey and stop (I wasn't pushing my body was pushing! it was like telling me not to blink) she said she could stretch it the rest of the way during the next contraction. It hurt, but it was worth it to be able to push freely.

Pushing was great. I don't even remember it hurting. I had a role, there was something I could do, the end was coming. I started on my back with my knees up, pulling back on my one knee and Zach pulling the other (and me crushing his hand).  Ronda, and even the nurse, were so encouraging while I was pushing, telling me how I was making such progress, that I was strong etc.  They probably say that to everyone, but in that moment I totally believed that I rocked at this, that I was the BEST pusher there ever was.

Ronda suggested I move on to my knees facing the back of the bed. I didn't want to move, but I trusted her and did anyway.  Pushing that way felt ok, but the monitors were still digging in to my belly, so we moved to a squatting position.  Ronda and Zach supported either side of me and would help me roll up to a squat when a contraction came.  It was productive but exhausting to be on my feet.

The contractions at this point were different, it was hard to tell exactly when I was having one.  Sometimes the urge to push was light, until I went into it and then it became strong.  It was in this squatting position that things really started progressing.  They let me reach down and feel the top of baby's head (which felt smaller than I wanted it to! I wanted more of her to be out!) I could feel her head bulge out while I was pushing and then ease back in a little while I wasn't (crazy). Until one push where it felt like something stayed.  The nurse ran to get the Dr. and they tried to put me in stirrups, but I didn't want them and held both my feet in instead, with Zach and Ronda helping.

Once the Dr. came in the baby came fast! It seemed like after only a couple pushes she was saying "one more push and your baby will be here".  The worst part was when Ramos got in there stretched my perineum, it hurt so bad and made me want to push harder just so she would stop touching me! Maybe it was the baby's head but it sure felt like Ramos just pulling on me.  I felt rushed at the end and didn't feel an urge for the "one more push" but pushed anyway because how can you resist that? Once the head was out the body felt like it just shot out too (worth all the pain to feel that craziness).  The cord was wrapped twice around her neck but the Dr flipped it off no problem.

They put her on my chest, she was all purple, but pinked up fast while they rubbed her down.  She was crying and they kept suctioning her nose and mouth. She was alert and beautiful! With a perfect round head :) She was here, our Lillian Marie, 8 lbs 6 oz, 21 inches. Born at 11:58 PM, 22 hours of labor.  It was less than 3 hours from the time they told me I was 6 cm to the time she was born. Praise God.


The placenta came (and was then placed in a bio-hazard bag for my mom to take home).  The Dr. said there were membranes (?) left inside, and reached her arm into me to clear them (could have warned me first!). Zach cut the cord. I tried to focus on baby while the Dr. stitched me up for what seemed like an eternity.

I couldn't sleep that night, my body was shaking from what just happened, my mind was racing trying to process it all, and I couldn't stop staring at my baby girl. Or stop smelling her, she smelled a-mazing.  I was so proud of myself, so glad I didn't give up, and also thinking "I don't ever want to do that again!". A few weeks later I could finally start considering doing it again, maybe a home birth next time? We'll see...

Lillian and Dad, just a few hours old


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Banana Chocolate Muffins

I've adapted this recipe from this one.  I was a little unsure how it would taste, bananas and chocolate? Either way I had some cocoa powder in the cupboard I wanted to use so I gave it a shot.   

I loved them! I think next time I'll be extra sinful and add some chocolate chips ( I think it will pretty well copy one of those chocolate Costco muffins, yum!)

Banana Chocolate Muffins


Ingredients

  • 1 cup smashed ripe bananas
  • 1/2 cup pumpkin, pureed (or sub more smashed banana)
  • 1/3 cup  plain yogurt
  • 5 T coconut oil or butter, melted
  • 2 large organic eggs
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1/4 cup honey
  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1/4 cup ground flaxseed 
  • 1/4 almond meal (or sub more flour)
  • 1/3 cup cocoa powder
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt

Instructions


Preheat oven to 350°.

Combine first 7 ingredients in a large bowl; beat with a mixer at medium speed. 

Add the rest of the ingredients and stir to combine. 

Pour batter into greased muffin tin. 

Bake at 350° for 15-18 minutes until a wooden pick comes out clean.

Remove from oven and cool muffins on wire rack.




Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Very Homemade Pizza

I need to start off this post by saying I love my Mom, and I love that she always made dinner for us.  But oh man, I hated when she said she was making pizza for dinner.  Because it meant she got out the Boboli crust and sauce pouch (pizza in a bag I guess). 

I don't know how many of you have experienced that Boboli crust before... it has such a weird taste! I'm not sure what it is but thinking about it makes my nose hurt. 

Here are the listed ingredients for the Boboli crust: Unbleached enriched wheat flour, water, palm oil, yeast, salt, milk casein, sugar, mozzarella cheese (milk, cheese cultures, salt and enzymes), preservatives (calcium propionate, sorbic acid ), fumaric acid, modified food starch, sodium phosphate, whey, monoglycerides, lactic acid, natural flavor, garlic, artificial color. 

I don't know about you but fumaric acid, "natural flavor" and artificial color aren't things I want in my pizza.  I just looked up 'fumaric acid' apparently it's "used mainly in resins, paints, varnishes, and inks"(source) ...yum.  


Let's make pizza a better way! 

Making pizza dough is so easy, and takes so little time that I don't see why anyone wouldn't do it. 

Whole Wheat Pizza Dough

Ingredients:

2 cups whole wheat flour (I use Bob's Red Mill) 
1 package (2 tsp) active dry yeast
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup hot water 
1 Tbsp olive oil 
1 Tbsp honey

1. I don't even bother proofing the yeast for this recipe. Just add the flour, yeast, and salt to your mixing bowl and give it a stir.  Then blend in the water, oil, and honey.  I use my kitchenaid mixer with the dough hook attached, but doing this by hand would be just as easy.  I let it mix until it has cleaned the sides of the bowl and then another minute or two just to develop the gluten a little more.  
2. Cover with a towel or plastic wrap and let rise in a warm place.  

Now don't get scared off by the "let rise" part.  I only let it rise for the amount of time that I'm preparing the other ingredients. Not an hour and a half like regular bread making (I can't emphasize enough how easy this is!)



While the dough is rising let's talk about that Boboli sauce.  Here's the ingredients listed on their site: "Water, tomato paste, high fructose corn syrup, salt, garlic powder, modified food starch, onion powder, citric acid, spices." 


We can do better. 


And this is also the easiest thing in the world. 


My pizza sauce recipe

Ingredients: 

1 15 oz can tomato sauce
1 1/2 tsp oregano
1 1/2 tsp minced garlic
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp paprika
pepper to taste




This costs me about $1 to make, and it's enough for 2 pizzas! I prepare it right in a tupperware container. I use half immediately, then put the lid on and store the other half in the freezer for next time.
  
I'm sure there are better sauce recipes out there.  This is the one I got over ten years ago from my high school home economics class. 




Now toppings! Pizza is fun because you can get really creative. Our favorites are olives, pineapple, tomatoes (that I successfully grew outside!) and jalapenos.  




Deflate your dough, and roll out on a floured surface.  Dust your baking sheet with flour or cornmeal.  Add dough, sauce, and toppings. Bake your pizza at 425 degrees for 15-20 minutes.



And voila! You're done!


Monday, July 23, 2012

Black Bean Chili

I'm always on the lookout for good hearty vegetarian recipes.  I'm not sure how happy my husband is about this, but I do have quite a few meatless recipes that don't get any complaints.  I especially love this one because I can cram lots of different vegetables into it, it's very filling, and oh so satisfying. Warning: if you don't like chopping vegetables you will not like this recipe! I find all the slicing and dicing to be kind of soothing, it's also made me a better chopper :) 



Black Bean Chili (serves 6)

Ingredients:

1 Tbsp olive oil 
1 onion
2 red bell peppers
1 jalapeno pepper
10 mushrooms
6 roma tomatoes 
1 cup corn kernels
1 tsp ground black pepper
2 tsp ground cumin
1 Tbsp chili powder
2 (15 ounce) cans black beans, drained and rinsed 
1 1/2 cups vegetable broth (or chicken broth or whatever you have on hand) 



Directions:

1. Heat oil in a large sauce pan over medium high heat.  Saute the onion, bell peppers, jalapeno, mushrooms, tomatoes and corn for 10 minutes or until the onions are translucent. 
2. Season with black pepper, cumin and chili powder. Stir in black beans and broth, bring to a boil.
3. Reduce heat and let simmer 5-10 minutes. 
4. Remove from heat.  Blend to desired consistency using a stick blender. 

(This is my favorite part because of this awesome kitchen tool I got for Christmas last year.)


I heart you hand blender

If you don't have a stick blender, you can remove about 2 1/2 cups of the soup to a blender or food processor instead. 

5. I usually serve with a dollop of sour cream (or plain Greek yogurt in this case) and some avocado slices.



Enjoy! 

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Garlic Knots Recipe

My husband and I used to go to this little pizza place after church sometimes when we lived in Denver.  The pizza was only ok.  Really we were just going so we could get an order of garlic knots.  Oh.  So. Good.

We've been missing those knots since we moved, they seemed way too hard to try to make at home.  But it turns out it's not too bad! Especially if you're already used to making things like pizza dough.

Ingredients: 

Makes about 24
(for the dough) 
4 cups flour, I use only half whole wheat on this one (since it's a treat) 
1 3/4 cup warm water
1 envelope yeast (2 tsp) 
2 teaspoons honey
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 teaspoons salt

(for the breadsticks)
1 stick salted butter, softened
1/4 cup fresh parmesan, grated
1 tablespoon fresh thyme, minced
1 tablespoon fresh rosemary, minced
2-4 large garlic cloves (depending on how much you like garlic, I like it a lot!) minced

glorious butter
very garlic-y knots!

Putting it together:

To make the dough: Add yeast to mixing bowl, add warm water and honey, give it a stir and wait about 5 minutes for the yeast to get all bubbly.  Add olive oil and stir. 

Start adding the flour 1 cup at a time (I use my stand mixer with the dough hook but you can easily do  this by hand).  Stir on the lowest setting. Keep adding flour and mixing.  Make sure you keep testing the dough's firmness, it's quite possible you won't need all 4 cups of flour, it all depends on what type of flour you're using.  I let the mixer run for about 5 minutes or so to get the dough well kneaded.  Then cover the bowl with a towel or plastic wrap and set in a warm place, like in the oven with the light on (or on a heating pad if you're making this in winter).  Let rise for about 30 or 40 minutes. 


While the dough is rising you can make your herb mixture.  Add the softened butter, herbs, garlic, and parmesan into a small bowl.


I just use a fork to cream everything together.


When your dough if finished rising, gently deflate and remove from bowl.   Roll the dough into a large rectangle.  Spread about 3/4 of the butter mixture on top.


Using a pizza cutter, slice the dough into sections, about 5 or 6 inches long and an inch and a half wide.


Tie the strips into knots or twists.  I made this with a friend the first time, I was determined to make knots, but she made twists, which not only looked prettier but also somehow tasted better! ...I can't seem to make them like she did though.


Bake in a preheated oven at 375 degrees for 15-20 minutes. When your knots are done (your house should be smelling heavenly by then!) melt the remaining herb mixture in a saucepan (or the microwave) and brush the tops of your glorious creation.


Enjoy!


Saturday, July 14, 2012

DIY Vanilla Extract

Who knew?


Making your own vanilla extract is pretty much the easiest thing in the world. And it's SOOO much cheaper buying from the store (even from Trader Joe's!).  


All you need is: 


  • Vanilla Beans (about 3-6 beans per 8 ounces of extract)
  • Vodka
  • Glass Jars




The first place I looked for vanilla beans was the supermarket.  The only thing I found was a Spice Islands jar for $8.99, with only ONE bean in it.  What the what?

I found a much better deal online.  And I found these perfect glass jars when I was ordering some herbs from this awesome site

The best smelling package I've ever received.

Using a sharp knife, slice the beans open. The insides look like wet coffee grounds, and the actual beans don't actually smell too great close up (color me disappointed).



Slide your beans into your bottle (I had to bend mine in half), fill with vodka, recap and you're good to go!
I've even seen people make the extract right inside the bottle of vodka, clever, but a little too bulky for me.

Let the bottles sit in a dark place for about 2-3 months, and give them an occasional shake to keep things going.

And that's it! Soon I'll have an abundance of vanilla, which I add to SO many things, including my favorite granola.


I considered making cutesy labels for these, but didn't (I know what they are:)).  But I think if I did they would make a great addition to a gift basket or something... I feel like I might get crafty this Christmas. 

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