It's apple season again!! A friend of mine recently made apple bran muffins and they were good so I decided to make a batch.
I did a quick google search and found this recipe. I asked one of my message boards about sure-fire vegan apple bran muffin recipes and the same recipe was suggested except with a warning that there might be too much baking soda. So I kept that in mind when making the few modifications I made. At Trader Joe's today, a bag of Granny Smith apples were on sale for $1.99 which was great. I had all the other ingredients on hand. Here are the modifications: I . . .
Used rice milk instead of soy milk
Used baking powder instead of baking soda
Added 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
Added 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Added 1/2 cup raisins
They are very wholesome and the kids really like them. Z1 is bugging me to hurry up with dinner so he can have another. Generally, I don't really like bran muffins all that much but with apples and raisins in them, they're actually very tasty. Eating them is comforting.
If any one has any tips on how to keep my jar of applesauce from going bad, that would be great. I only used 2 tablespoons from the whole jar.
There's a cookbook I've been wanting for eons. It's called Veganomicon. I haven't bought it because I really don't need it. I borrow it from the library regularly though.
Turns out the last time I'm checked it out, it didn't register in the system. This is not the first time something like this has happened. Our library workers are . . . I won't say incompetent . . . some are really great. Others really are in the wrong field. And you probably shouldn't be listening to music on your Ipod while at work. Anyway, the book is not showing up on my record. The library has no idea I have it. And it's one I've wanted for so long.
I know the right thing to do is return it but . . . I guess I'll return it when I get good and ready. (((Sigh)))
About two years ago, I purchased a weighted hula hoop from one of my good sistren who was vending at the International African Arts Festival. It's a beautiful hoop befitting any original wombman--ribbons and sparkles and all that.
Well, to say I suck at hula hooping is an understatement. And to make matters worse, the hubby is a master hula hooper. He just keeps going and going and going and going . . . So the hoop has been behind the dresser for months now and has received no play at all.
Well, today over at Afrobella's site, I saw she posted a wonderful video of First Lady Michelle Obama. Turns out that Mrs. Obama is also a master hula hooper.
Well folks, she inspired me! Since it was such a lovely day, the boys and I headed out to the backyard and I hula hooped for a whole hour. I'm still not great at it but I'm steadily getting better. It builds up a little bit of a sweat, you know, but most importantly, it's a lot of fun. I'm back on YouTube looking up tutorials and I hope to one day be a master hula hooper too!
Picture Credit: Hula Hoop by shelley.belley on Flickr. com
Like most things I do in life, I go at it passionately until I just about burn out. As I get older, I'm more cognizant of this and I can generally correct the way I'm approaching something so that I don't burn out or get totally frustrated. It's what I think I did by deciding to work out at night and not first thing in the morning.
But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hard. Many days I fall asleep when putting the boys down to bed. I set the alarm clock to 9:00 and manage to get up, workout, shower and go back to bed. Tonight was not one of those nights. I just kept snoozing the alarm clock until it was about a quarter to 10. At that point, I realized, I wasn't going to be getting into any workout tonight.
And now I'm fighting off feelings of guilt and disappointment in myself even though I know intellectually that I am really tired. I keep thinking that I should be able to pull the motivation from somewhere but I just want to sit here. And then sit here some more. Maybe mentally today I should have been pumping myself up more. Maybe I should have eaten less dinner or something different. Maybe I should have just stayed in bed.
Being with your children all day long is one of those things . . . it's kind of like when you're working out and you don't realize you over do it until it's too late. Your body reaches the point of exhaustion sometimes way before your mind gets a clue. And then to add insult to injury, folks act like you're not doing anything anyway so what's the problem?
(((Huge sigh)))) Maybe it's not too late to squeeze in a workout. I'll wait 15 minutes and see.