Archive for August, 2012

Best EVER Mug Cake

Here is the first side of mush on Mostly Crunch. Well unless you count the Gentle Cesarean story, because that was a different kind of mush. This is in no way crunchy, natural, healthy or good for anything but your taste buds.

I confess that I am in love with sweets. Chocolate, dark chocolate particularly. Add in peanut butter and I’m done for. Done. For.

So a few weeks ago my friend told me she made this mug cake.  I immediately knew this was something I should not have ever been told. But what’s done is done. 😀  I made the recipe she had, it was tasty! But of course I had to go searching for all kinds of mug cake recipes to try. I tried a few and they were all good but none of them caused tastebudgasms…UNTIL… I was looking everywhere in the kitchen for something to eat literally last night and I saw some Dove Baking Mix. I thought, “Oh crap” but kept on looking for what I wanted to eat. I found something and ate it and then went right to work.

Dove Mug Cake

  1. 7 TBLSP Dove Baking Mix
  2. 2 TBLSP + 1 TSP Coconut Milk
  3. 1 TBLSP Coconut Oil

Mix that all together in a mug (or if you’re feeling fancy pants, a ramekin). Microwave for 1 minute. **This time will vary!!! In a mug I did 1 min 11 sec, in the ramekin I did 1 min** Try to let it cool a little before eating.

The goods:

Ok so it has coconut oil, that’s really good for you! (I’m suddenly hearing a little Bill Cosby Himself in my head….”Eggs! Eggs are in chocolate cake. And milk! Oh, goodie! And wheat! That’s nutrition!”)

Put 7 tablespoons of baking mix in the ramekin (or mug):

Add coconut milk:

Add magical coconut oil (it is magical! Have you read The Coconut Oil Miracle?? Do eet.):

Now, I was a little excited about having this cake again and I just kind of went as fast as I could while getting pics. Adding coconut oil on top of cold coconut milk might not be the best way to go since coconut oil solidifies as it cools. But the chunks would be fine!

Mix it all up right nice:

In case any inquiring minds want to know, that is a little glop of coconut oil on the right from my out of best order mixing. It’s fine just like that. Coconut oil is your friend.

Microwave it for about a minute, then try to let it cool before devouring. It is a dark, fluffy, luscious, moist- UH MAH GAH so moist, piece of heaven just waving and blowing kisses at you.

It fits PERFECTLY in a ramekin. We were meant to be this Dove Mug Cake and I.

I will be adding a dollop of peanut butter in the middle next time…and then passing out from the NOM NOM NOM! Maybe some dark chocolate chips too. Oh my.

Comments on Attachment Parenting

I didn’t realize I was an attachment parent until I attended baby wearing class where the instructor handed out flyer about the local “attachment parenting” group. That was the first time I’d ever seen that phrase. I looked at the sheet, read what the group was about and mentally said, “oh that’s me….oh I do that….oh that’s us….ooo I want to do that……….oh, I am an attachment parent, apparently.” I didn’t realize there was a name for it. I was just doing or had plans to do these things instinctively.

After recently watching a news segment that my friend was involved in (inspiring this blogpost, thanks Molly!), I found myself a little confused about the beal deal. Since when did the most natural, instinctual form of parenting get people’s panties in a wad?

I don’t think I do every single “attachment parenting” thing, I don’t keep track…. I do respond to my child when he cries. Crazily enough, EVERY time he cries. Thats “not fair to the mom” the child behaviorist says in the video. Whaaa? How does it become an issue of fairness? A moms “job” is to care for her child. Yes it’s tiring. Yes it’s challenging. Yes it’s worth it. If you’re going to talk about what you do and don’t do as a parent being fair or not then you probably shouldn’t be a parent. I mean really. “Not fair”…are we in grade school or are we parents? We also hear that holding or “wearing” the baby too much, especially in a response to crying, will spoil them. First of all, this logic eludes me to this day. They are helpless BABIES. I should be more concerned about them being spoiled than meeting their needs? Really?? That’s a hell of a first life lesson. Second, its not like we are talking about toys or materialistic things but love, security and trust. Plus I find it ironic that some of the same people that say the baby will be spoiled are the ones spoiling them with materialistic things. Third, this mothers constant holding and wearing LITERALLY saved her child’s life: http://fiercemamas.blogspot.com/2009/10/saving-my-baby.html

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My breastmilk is a designer food made specifically for my child, changing nutrition content as he needs it and strengthening his immune system as he grows. I’m not going to cut him off just because he turns 1 and give him milk from another mammal instead. “Well, little man, Happy Birthday! You are a man now, so here’s some milk from a cow. Nevermind that my milk is still available.” Also, it’s actually common in other countries to nurse into the toddler years, and not only in third world countries (which shouldn’t matter anyway). Not to mention all the agencies that recommend it until two years of age, at least. What IS the big deal? Michael Jordan was breastfed until he was 3. So what! (I think the big deal is that Americans see boobs in bras or swimsuits too much to remember what they are actually made for. So a lot of people freak out about infants on boobs, let alone toddlers. If they weren’t made for nursing they wouldn’t make milk, and if they were only supposed to used for six months, a year, whatever, than they would stop making milk. But they don’t because when to stop is up to the mama and the child and NO ONE else).

I have heard people say that if you let your child sleep in your bed then they will never leave. I don’t know many young adults still sleeping in their parents beds. I’ve also heard something about there being no where for parents to be intimate when bed sharing. Yikes. Some people need to think outside the box….or the bedroom, as it were. Babies aren’t born knowing how to fall asleep or how to stay asleep and just because they reach a certain age doesn’t mean they should sleep alone whether they figured it out by then or not. There is plenty of research supporting this as well. And unless the parents go to bed drunk every night, they are going to be aware of where their child is and wake up when they need to, it’s biological.

The child behaviorist in that segment claims to be concerned about children being raised this way ending up having trouble in life on their own. She should meet my eldest. Confident, independent and out-going (this is an understatement) at two years old. And so empathetic, just as Dr. Sears said in the segment.

This type of parenting will be part of a new show called “Extreme Parenting” I guess. Responding to your child’s needs more than some other people think you should, giving them the best possible nutrition longer than some other people think you should, helping your child to form good sleep habits in a way that some people don’t think you should is extreme? This is what happens when opinionated uninformed people find an audience….bad equation. Given the name of the show, I’m dubious that they will have found typical AP homes and that they will edit the show in a way that doesn’t make us seem crazy.

I want to say just let us parent how we want to parent, why does it have to be some debate? But then maybe some parents are parenting in a way that I don’t think is healthy for the child. Why is this debatable? Because these are children being reared to one day be on their own and out in the world taking over when we get older. I’m personally more interested in adults running this country who didn’t have a less is more childhood. Less actually isn’t more, ever…less is always less.

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Gallagher but with organic foods and a mallet made of reclaimed bar wood and recycled bicycle tires

Time flies when your chasing a two year old, nursing an infant who is starting to look like a grubworm and- wait, no that’s it. Well that’s not really it, but that’s most of it. I think I could have stopped at “chasing a two-year old.” Or as I read somewhere once “a tiny schizophrenic dictator.”

I’m getting back on the blog wagon. They might knock me off now and then, like when they are both screaming, but they can’t keep me off.

I’m going to make up for lost time the rest of the month, so be ready to be bombarded with mostly crunchy granola! Just think of me like Gallagher but with organic foods and a mallet made of reclaimed bar wood and recycled bicycle tires.

Here’s a summary of where I have been the past month:

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