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When I found out I had to eat gluten-free I didn’t know how I would cope or even what I could eat.
As I started searching gluten-free on the internet I found so many people willing to share their stories along with recipes. I want to share them with you too.
Resources:
Gluten-free Girl by Shauna James Ahern –read this you’ll feel much better. You’ll soon find out you’ve been given a choice to moan and groan or to enjoy the adventure of learning a new way to eat. And yes the food is good. Her book is more about living gluten-free than recipes, though there are some in here. She’s writing a cookbook that should be out soon. I’ll be getting it since the recipes on her blog are delicious.
The Gluten-Free Almond Flour cookbook by Elana Amsterdam-everything is yummy in this book.
Artisanal Gluten-Free Cooking by Kelli Bronksi and Peter Bronski
Real food, good food and easy to make. They use their own flour blend which they tell you how to make.
Communities: Glutenfreefaces.com
A good community to find answers about where and what to eat , recipes
Products I like: Against the Grain baguettes and bagels oh my are they good!
1. The new place will have bare walls. 2. The process of building a new family within those walls can include all of the family personalities 3. The new home will reflect your new blended family 4. You won’t have to look at the art work, owl collection, or other decorations of the previous spouse. 5. Moving gives everyone an equal starting over point. 6. A new house gives the new family rules a clean back drop. 7. With both families moving to a new home you’ll both be forced to clean out items you don’t want or need. Have a huge garage sale and get something new together. 8. You can start a new growth chart established 20XX. 9. Moving can bond a family together. 10. When you’ve established a new home in a new place you’ll feel like the walls are hugging instead of strangling you.
Last August a trip back in time occurred. It didn’t make the papers, Fox News or CNN.
Five women met for a morning of remembering elementary school, how they survived 7th grade at the Nike Base. That year our moms banded together to stop the buses from crossing an unsafe bridge. We remembered our years at PHS.
All of us lived in the same subdivision where streets were walked after dark, sleds sailed down snow laden streets and phone lines almost melted from many daily crisis situations.
The hallway above was our high school it is now the middle school.
Remembering the the feel of shoulder to shoulder walking, the smell of well perfumed girls because we didn’t like the showers, and a smile beaming at you as you passed a friend (Robby!) seems as bright as the polished floors in the photo.
Some of us have moved to other states, all have been married and have children but the moment we saw each other time turned backwards and in our hearts we were teenagers once more.
Time had crept into the space between high school and living. The five of us had lost touch with each other, missing important milestones in each others lives.
Then facebook brought us together again. It took almost a year before we found the last person, but it happened.
Now, we fill in the blanks, know that we will be there for each other from now on, and rejoice in the remembering of our pasts. I wish everyone could find their early friends and do their own remembering.
A Heart Revealed has everything, a passion for Christ, love and life. Lessman writes characters that live and breathe, she will draw you in between the covers of A Heart Revealed and keep you up late at night even when you have an early morning appointment.
Lessman continues this book with characters we fell in love with from A Passion Most Pure and the books following that masterpiece. This time we fall in love with Emma. I’ve wanted her story told since the first time I met her. It was worth the wait.
She Left Ireland And A Man Who Broke Her Heart… Only To Find An American Who Could Restore It.
Julie Lessman’s new novel A Heart Revealed (ISBN: 978-0-8007-3416-9, $14.99, 512 pages, September), the second offering in the “Winds of Change” series, opens in Boston in 1931, where thirty-one-year-old Emma Malloy has fled from an abusive marriage in Ireland.
Although her former husband has left her haunted and deeply scarred. Emma cannot help but develop strong feelings for her friend Charity’s brother, Sean O’Connor.
Described by his sister as very stubborn, Sean maintains that he is not the marrying kind. But as he and Emma draw closer and closer, will her strong, tender heart ensnare him and change his mind?
Transporting readers back to a time when the Empire State Building was brand new and the local speakeasy was a common destination, Lessman outlines the fascinating era and its citizens with deft precision.
Lessman, who has been hailed as a writer with noteworthy skill by Publishers Weekly has once again delivered an epic tale featuring vibrant characterization, wonderful thrills, sharp dialogue, and surprises both large and small.
Julie Lessman is an award-winning author whose books give readers “Passion With a Purpose,” underscoring her intense passion for both God and romance. Julie is the recipient of 13 Romance Writers of America awards and was chosen as #1 Romance Fiction Author of the Year in the Family Fiction magazine 2011 Readers Choice Awards. She was the winner of the 2009 ACFW Debut Author of the Year and Holt Medallion Awards of Merit for Best First Book and Long Inspirational. She resides in Missouri with her husband, daughter, son and daughter-in-law and is the author of “The Daughters of Boston” series, which includes A Passion Most Pure, A Passion Redeemed, and A Passion Denied. Her“Winds of Change” series has recently released with A Hope Undaunted, which ranked #5 on Booklist’s Top 10 Inspirational Fiction for 2010. You can contact Julie through her website at www.julielessman.com.
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Taking care of someone’s pet in your home can add a bit of fun to your life.
I happen to love dogs, one dog in particular. He belongs to my son and his wife.
They dropped him off before heading out for a long vacation. He came with stuff: rules about what to eat and what he isn’t allowed to snack on, a leash, water bowl and food dish and a huge bag of food.
He’s a good dog and I enjoy having him. He seems to like me because I talk–all the time–to myself, but he doesn’t know that I’m not speaking to him. He lays on the floor and listens, eyebrows bobbing up and down in agreement or maybe he’s disagreeing with what I’m saying?
Once in awhile– shhhh! I let him have a carrot or potato chip. So I was pretty sure he loved me a lot.
I went to walk him, snapped on the leash–I heard it click!–then opened the door. The leash went slack in my hand, and off he went.
I sprinted after him.I had been making gluten free pizza crusts when he insisted on going out. The apron I wore came untied as I ran after him, one of the ties wrapped around my leg as if trying to hold me back from chasing my four legged friend.
I called his name in a sweet tone.
He ignored me. He stopped to look at my neighbor’s horse. I heaved a sigh of relief and then he took off running again.
We’d both been running for about ten minutes…a very long time for me. I was winded. I stopped, rested my hands on my knees and prayed for God to stop that dog because I couldn’t tell my son I’d lost his furbaby.
Tears were burning in my eyes along with the fresh air in my lungs. Not sure what to do next, I stood there, and then the dog stopped running. I took a few quick steps his way.
He seemed frozen, except for the long line of drool hanging from his lip he could have been a statue.
What had stopped him? Did I care? Not at the moment. I hustled to his side and clipped the leash on his collar. Turns out my neighbor who had stepped outside and the dog was afraid of him.
Since we live close to a road this little escape could have been a disaster . If he’d have turned right instead of left this post would not have had the happy ending that it does.
I did hope that running as much as I did would cause the number on my scale to drop the next morning, alas it did not. But I am hopeful of seeing that happen after walking my furry friend several times a day on a well-tethered leash.
But what happens if your pet goes missing? Petfinder has an entire article how to search. It helps if you have your pet implanted with microchip. Veterinarians can scan a chip implanted by Homeagian .
As for pet sitters, make sure that leash is attached before you open the door.
I often wonder why everyone isn’t excited about piecing a lot of small pieces of fabric into a quilt. It’s much like life-something happens and you pick up the scattered hurts and patch them into something a bit different and useful.
And then I spend a few hours on a Saturday ripping out what I put together the night before and realize this is why everyone isn’t piecing! It’s often painful and no fun at all.
Spiral Tree Skirt someday
This tree skirt may not get finished in time for Christmas. I’ve had to take it apart at least 20 times.
Lutheran World Relief Quilt
This one will get finished. I belong to a small but might group of quilters at my church. We piece together quilts that are collected and used during disaster relief and for the homeless. The idea is to use the fabric donated and just sew the blocks together. I can’t. I must try and make them someone pretty. This is the one I’m working on now. It will get finished soon, but I did make it a diagonal pattern so I might be ripping it out too.
I have a great ripper. Surgical sharp. I know. I’ve caught my finger with it a few times.
I like piecing and I got my love of it from my grandmother Pauline! Yep, she’s a “P” and her photo is on my shelf. When I get discouraged about ripping and starting over I see her smiling face and know I’m not the first to rip, but I have a feeling she was more patient than I.
Pauline
And because I enjoy torturing myself with small pieces of fabric my next project is going to be a Dear Jane quilt. The finished blocks are 5″ and the entire quilt has over 5000 pieces.
Dear Jane Block
I may need another seam ripper.
*Laury–I visit your posts, but can’t seem to get my comments to work.
I’m so very sad to see that this series has been canceled.
I haven’t had any problem releasing reality and feeling that there is a Eureka filled with genius minds planning, researching and messing up–all secretly supported by the government.
Jack Carter, the sheriff is a normal person trying to keep chaos under control in this town and without his common sense there wouldn’t be a Eureka. I want to live in his smarthouse, where Sarah fixes breakfasts, controls ambiance of the house and offers motherly advice.
The other character I will be sad to see no more is Jo Lupo– so much in love with Zane and until last nights episode determined to beat every challenge presented to her.Watching her character change and grow has shown me how to grow a character in my writing.
When I started this challenge I promised myself I wouldn’t use people or pets for my letter of the week.
I’m breaking that promise.
This is Oscar, my father-in-law. He’s no longer with us, his address is Somewhere In, Heaven, but the legacy he left behind is strong.
Oscar, much like his son, my husband, couldn’t sit still. Retirement and doing nothing with your time wasn’t a concept he practiced. He had small job at the local furniture store delivering sofas and chairs, he fixed lawn mowers, picked strawberries –for an old woman he knew (his words) he even worked at my husband’s store on occasion.
One afternoon I received a horrible phone call. Oscar was working at the furniture store, and the service elevator he was in fell 3 stories to the basement.
What followed were a lot of surgeries, a few amputations, and “He probably won’t make it, don’t get your hopes up,” comments. After many months he came home.
They said, “He’ll never walk.”
Oscar wouldn’t accept that diagnosis deciding instead to prove ‘them’ all wrong. He did physical therapy, practiced using a walker, and wore a prosthesis on his foot.
One day he called to tell me he’d walked 30 feet with the walker. After that he refused to use the wheel chair if he could walk. I would take him Christmas shopping for Elsie, my mother-in-law and he wouldn’t take the handicap hang tag with us. I would drop him off at the door and park.
Why? Because other people needed those parking places more than he did. His words, not mine.
He taught me, my husband and my children the value of perseverance. The need to keep at a task no matter how hard, painful or seemingly impossible and how doing so will produce results. It will build our character, and it will bring hope as we conquer each difficult task.
Many times since Oscar has died I have thought I couldn’t do something—write a book about our blended family, write an 80 thousand word book in less than 9 months, work through the pain that attacked my muscles, and then I would think of him.
Always in pain and almost always smiling and ready to tell a story. No complaints were heard from him—at least not to us, perhaps when we weren’t around he let his guard down with Elsie, my mother-in-law and also his caretaker and worthy of her own blog post.
What or who do you turn to when you think you can’t take one more rejection, argument or no?
Romans 5:2-4
New International Version (NIV)
2 through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we[boast in the hope of the glory of God. 3 Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Relief for my tortured writing soul has been found thanks to a quick quiz. The quiz was sent in the News You Can Usefrom the Steve Laube Agency.
The quiz is called, I Write Like Even if you aren’t a writer it could be a bit of fun and distraction for you as well. It’s easy to take the quiz, you copy and paste a sample of your writing in the square, and then press the analyze button. I posted in a few paragraphs from A Bride’s Dilemma In Friendship, Tennessee –my book that is coming out next May. I took several sample from different places and discovered my writing style is like Margret Mitchell and Steven King.
Then I tried a few blog posts and now I write like J.D. Salinger. I tried sections from We’re Not Blended-We’re Pureed–still Steven King.
Just for fun I put in this blog post and it came up as Cory Doctorow–a science fiction author!
So what did I learn from this?
I’m a confused writer?
I’m multi-facetted?
I have many personalities?
Maybe all of those things.
Will I ever use this tool again? Yes! I’m thinking it would be helpful to check on my individual characters–they shouldn’t all sound the same. Which is why A Bride’s Dilemma in Friendship, Tennessee has the style of both Margaret Mitchell and Steven King.
So are you going to play along? See who you write like? Please take the quiz, come back and let me know who you write like.