gillian maple greer.

02-22-2018 maternity 2

Gillian Maple Greer. she’s the size of a mango and the length of a large naner. and i love mangos & naners. i’ve had a lot of difficult feelings throughout the first half of this pregnancy. feelings of despair & discontentedness. the double move while in the midst of it has only amplified many of my negative emotions & to be honest, everyday is a complete, agonizing struggle from early morning rise until i hit the sheets late at night. at which time my mind wanders and sleeplessness sets in. i stayed hidden away in bed for well over a month in the beginning, just trying to work through my feelings of sadness. it has absolutely been the most trying five months of my entire life and i’m feeling quite exhausted. if you don’t hear me ranting & raving about the pregnancy. . .or baked goods. . .or new knits lately. . .it’s because i haven’t wanted to. motherhood as a whole has never come easily for me. yet, it has been the largest part of my life since a very young age. although it has been a dramatic feat (sometimes triumphant, other times not), it has also brought endless amounts of value & joy to my existence. value that i feel immensely grateful for being able to hold. nick and i have been on the go. always on the go, since long before our Canadian wedding five years ago. five moves in five years. vacations. projects. kids. work. life. we always planned on having more children in the future. but the future came & i started to feel a little more old and a little less content at the thought of additional diapers, late-night feedings & years more of child-rearing.


remember when he yells out ‘but i was just about to be a grandfather!’ before passing out at the bookshelf in the physician’s office? only. . . .i was just about to be an empty-nester in nine years. . . .ready to traverse the globe by backpacking, gaining new experiences and culturalizing myself. because that’s what i love to do. anyway, i think we’re both just feeling a little worn down & in need of a wellness retreat. to recharge our batteries. i’m trying to stay present each day but am finding myself longing for many things. work-from-home fridays when nick & i had one full, extra day of opportunity to connect without the kids driving us mad with their nonstop chatter. i mean — i have to remind Eva to take breathing breaks & quiet time in between talking now. she can talk for hours + hours. both of the kids can. and while it’s sometimes adorable with the smaller of the two. . .i’m going bananas. i miss trips we have taken & the energy i used to feel before i felt drained. all of these thoughts deeply challenge mindfulness & being in the here and now. i’ve been feeling Gillian a lot more lately and her movements make me feel like i maybe have enough love left inside somewhere – love that could be given once she gets out into the world. and i do have twinges of hopefulness every now and again – thinking of what motherhood will be like all over, starting from the very beginning working alongside someone i have a deep love for & rooted connection with. that’s something i have lacked entirely in the past. change is good. and i’d like to think this change will be good. xxxx.


finnich glen | the devil’s pulpit.

the muddy steps, [and i use the word steps so very lightly] that will sharply & quickly lead you downward into the unarguably magical gorge that presides below, are not for the faint of heart. the pathway down into the gorge at finnich glen was undoubtedly one of the two most dangerous hikes we partook in whilst visiting scotland. equally tied with the all-too-well-known dangers/death risks of the steall falls hike, a hike which contains steep drop-offs just next to narrow ledge rock scrambles, through cascading waterfalls as you slowly & carefully make your way back to the rope bridge & falls. our cram-packed schedule did not afford us the time we would have liked to wait out any questionable weather situations — so with each and every adventure, it was a ‘must trudge on unless we will certainly die‘ sort of mentality that we had already prepared our minds with. the day we explored finnich glen happened to be just after and during a lot of rainfall [yes, i know — practically every location in all of scotland happens to exist just before, just after & during rainfall]. there is always rainfall. it’s scotland. however, the steps at finnich glen were particularly dangerous as they were utterly drenched in sopping mud and water. and as i had mentioned above — not all of the ‘steps’ were as you would imagine a step to be. some of them were mere rocks with a flat face that angled downward – completely impossible to step onto. . .forcing us to grip the ropes tighter (though, those too were absolutely covered in mud) and step off to the side in a steep slope of slippery mud as we descended the 200 year old stair case to the bottom floor, not quite 100 feet below. i can remember the burning feeling on my palms from the rope sliding along as we carefully made our way down. i think i was gripping on for dear life, even giving the rope a once-over wrap-around just to be sure that if i lost my footing, yes my hands may be fractured or bruised but my arms would hopefully catch my fall so as not to knock down the brave souls in front of me — sending them tumbling 100 feet into the gorge below. as i contemplated each step as if it were my last, i looked around and realized that the muddy ropes, which seemed to be fairly sturdy, were wrapped only once around a few of the tree branches and as i pulled tighter, the trees swayed with each passing move. i wondered how many more people could take their toll on the ropes before the trees would give-way & there would be an accident. we reached a point where it became a little frightening and nick had asked me if i wanted to turn back. ‘hell no, we aren’t turning back!’ remember the ‘must trudge on unless we will certainly die‘ mentality? we had gone all that way [4,000+ miles from home] and without any phone service, mind you, meaning that every single location in which we had our eyes and hearts on setting foot — was a journey even to get to before embarking on the actual journeys themselves. does that make sense? we had all of these maps which we had saved and the directions aren’t always so clear in scotland. like for instance, we have street names here in the states. and all of the roads are so well laid out. our infrastructure. their roads are laid out well also — however, their directions are more something like. . .take three wee turns over the wee bridge and you’ll see six wee, ivory sheep & one brindle, hairy coo off to the left-hand side in a meadow. this is you. take this turn and you’ll see the signs. (‘what signs?!’ sometimes there weren’t any signs) — if you pass a cobblestone street, you’ve gone too far. (‘but there are cobblestone streets everywhere!’). does it make more sense now? obviously i am over-embellishing — but it was rough to get around with such little navigation on the GPS we had in the car. our phones had zero service all over the island & without proper directions to some of the locations we wanted to visit, at times, it felt impossible to get anywhere. anyway, we had gone all that way. and there was already a small list of adventures in which we had come so close to the end that we could taste it and feel it but then had to turn back because of time constraints. this was not about to make the cut on that list! we were half way down the staircase and i was not about to turn back. i told nick, of course, that if he was uncomfortable he could slowly ascend and i would only be a few minutes taking in all of the magical sights below. he kept on keeping on. we did. until, eventually, we hit a wet, dark slab of large rock at the bottom that had a guardrail in front of it (as it was still a steep lean over that one could easily topple off of). i suppose that guardrail should have provided some sort of assurance & comfort. . . .knowing that had we fallen from the top of the staircase, we may have eventually been stopped by a metal bar before further toppling down a large hill and into the stream with large rocks below. we couldn’t even speak once we reached the floor. there aren’t words to explain to you what we saw and how we felt. i have never seen anything like it in my entire life. so magical. i keep using the word magical. because it’s all that comes to mind when i remember the way it looked. the moss covered everything, the red sandstone underneath the stream full of pebbles. ferns. the light coming down into the glen. the people enjoying the experiences with us. exploring the stream and trying to all capture the best images to show their friends and family. i can look at photographs that i took of finnich glen and the gorge below all day long and none of them will ever make me feel the way i felt when we were exploring down there. it looked as though it were something out of a fairy-tale story. only. . . .it was real life. and i couldn’t believe that we had made it there and it was real and we were experiencing it. . . .together. it made me want to cry, like i did at the jacobite train. that place brought out a wild, curious side of nick that i had never seen before. he wanted to rip his boots and socks off and climb over things to follow a river that would lead him. . . .well, we don’t know. because we didn’t have the time. we left the devil’s pulpit knowing that there would be a next time. in fact, we left all of scotland knowing that there would be a next time. and a next time after that. and after that. because we aren’t finished with it just yet. i’m not sure that i’ll ever feel finished with scotland. all of the quiet, remote wilderness and difficult hikes stirred up something in me that i didn’t even know existed. and isn’t that what travels are for? to find yourself? through all of that wanderlust? i like to think so.

the gorge itself isn’t the easiest place to find if you don’t have specific instruction — so below i have written directions the best i can remember. and suggestions/recommendations based off of our own personal experiences. just to try and make things easier on you.

if you are driving up from the heart of glasgow such as we so bravely did. . . .you are going to want to get on the A809 and take this all the way up. the A809, however, starts out in glasgow as drymen road, which then turns into stockiemuir road, eventually transitioning into the A809. seems simple, right? it isn’t really when you are in glasgow traffic and trying to route yourself there. if you are that lucky person who has a GPS working, it will somehow eventually route you to the A809. this one main road will take you all the way from glasgow up to the ‘car-park’ for the devil’s pulpit (if a car-park is even what you want to call it). you are going to pass through several small villages/suburbs of glasgow before eventually reaching craighat. when you hit an intersection where the A809 meets B834 (you can only turn right on a turn-off and there will be a brown cottage on your left), you will see that in the middle of that turn-off there sits a triangle space which people use as a car-park for finnich glen. there is a Give Way sign right next to the section where the cars park. just be sure that you aren’t sticking out in the main road because cars do use this when connecting to both the A809 and B834. unfortunately, i did not take any pictures of the ‘car-park’ (or walk back to the glen) but this is what you’ll be looking for (just in case there aren’t any cars already parked there, you will have an idea of what the general location looks like!). see that grassy triangle on my google maps? that’s where you’ll want to be.

finnich glen car-park

see the give way sign behind (tired, old) me below? now imagine where we were parked in coordination with where you see that sign. and park there. **i feel the need to mention this because we saw several places where this was/could have been a problem at different car-parks all over skye, the highlands and down south. don’t be that asshole that blocks in cars if it’s crazy busy and the only spot for you to make it to your destination will be to block a car in the direct center of this lot. find another way. those spots eventually clear up and there will be a spot for you. i promise. several people left right around the same time as us, leaving the lot nearly empty!


okay. . . .now, the fun part! as you were driving up (if you were coming from glasgow), you likely saw a couple of places off to the right where you thought ‘hey! that looks like the spot where i saw people jumping the fence when i was researching!’ because that’s what we thought. and you are exactly right. so you will walk back toward the way you drove in from (on A809, heading south). hug the trees! hug the trees! have you ever wanted to be a tree-hugger?? now is your chance. . . .no joke. there is barely any shoulder in some parts and if you aren’t familiar with which way the cars will be coming from because you are a confused, tired, slightly delirious traveler who is used to driving on the right side of the road. . . .you may want to watch for cars and. . . .hug the trees. you will cross a section right up top where you will see a bridge of sorts to the left. keep walking alongside the road until you come to an entrance where the wire fencing has been torn down. you will need to hop over some large stones. from here, i believe you will need to get over another fence (this one is barbed wire so please be careful!) — the easiest spot for me to get over it was near the massive tree trunk. you’ll see where it’s fallen and you can just hop one leg over the giant tree and make your way over the fence. uh. . . .now i’m doing it. see what i mean with the directions. i just told you that the easiest spot to find your way through the forest is near a massive tree trunk. there are literally hundreds of trees in that very forest. you’ll know. you’ll know. you can then head over to the left and peak over the edge! and be amazed at what you see down below. and wonder ‘how in the hell do i get from all the way up here to all the way down there?!’ keep walking alongside the gorge all the way to the back. you will know. i know that sounds vague but again, you will know. the forest will curve you around to the left and you will meet the top of a somewhat hidden staircase. you may hear people down below as you get closer to the back. i realize this all sounds like something out of zelda: a link to the past. . . .like you are in the lost woods trying to find the master sword. but that’s basically what this place looks and feels like. you will want to be very careful not only at the top of the staircase and all the way down it but also traveling alongside the ledge as you are walking back. it’s quite the long fall down into the glen should you accidentally slip — and i don’t imagine the beautiful, red sandstone floor below would be too inviting. watch. your. children. if you are crazy enough to take children down the staircase. sorry for calling you crazy. it’s just. . . .i know how clumsy children can be. because mine are clumsy. and i cannot even imagine them on this staircase. i know i sound motherly. . . .but seriously. there are ropes to aid you in your descent down the staircase. also, please don’t let my photograph (to follow) deceive you. yes, these stairs at the bottom look like literal, easy stairs to climb. it gets tricky in the middle section. hence why there are no photographs of the middle section. only gopro footage. . . .which looks like something out of the blair witch. and you can find over on my FB page later. if the entire staircase looked like the photograph below, we would have been up & down in no time. and you wouldn’t read about people on the BBC — people who have to call a rescue team to come and help them up & out.


if it is as muddy & rainy as it was when we went, you are going to want to use these ropes. especially if you have younger/older people in your party. i found that having boots with incredible traction really helped when we reached those spots where the rock faces were straight slants and we had no steps to step onto. invest. in. gear. if. you. are. going. to. visit. scotland. (or iceland. or the faroe islands. or any other place with similar weather conditions and rough terrain) c’mon, don’t be an idiot abroad [no offense Karl Pilkington – we love you. and you had great gear]. trust yourself as you travel down and move slowly. . . .before you know it, you will be at the bottom! from there it will be pretty self-explanatory. you’ll stand in awe and wonder. . . .sheer amazement. on your way back up, be sure to watch for travelers/hikers descending down as the hundred-foot staircase is narrow and there isn’t much room for large crowds of people. i can only imagine what this place looks like in the summer time, peak-season, with heaps of tourists! we luckily (and very purposely) planned our trip during a cooler time in the off-season which allowed for us to fully enjoy many of our adventures alone in the quiet. however, finnich glen seems to attract a lot of locals on the weekends so try to visit on a weekday if you are avoiding crowds. it’s a beautiful place to hike, even if for any reason, you are unable to make the descent. the forest will be lovely enough. but don’t miss out if you are able. the sights below will absolutely take your breath away. pictures of the devil’s pulpit (even though, there, seeing in person is believing)? i’ll post a few below. if you’d like to see the entire album, head over to my FB page. enjoy! xx.



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hot tea toddy.

i was beginning to think that i may becoming superhuman. in fact, my husband + i had a lengthy conversation just last week. we were in complete bewilderment as to why neither of us [nor our two children] had caught any colds in the past couple of years. real colds. the ones where you don’t get out of bed colds. i’m not talking the flu. because too often people mistake actual influenza for a cold. anyway, i started the conversation & it maybe sounded something like this:

you know, i haven’t been sick in years! like actually sick.

come to think of it, neither have i. it’s been a couple of years.

neither have the kids. i’m going to attribute this to all of the vitamins, garlic, antioxidants + ACV. let’s knock on some wood?

maybe we are becoming superhuman!!! **huge smile on his face**

**eye roll. laugh. eye roll.**

and then we caught something. what a disappointment. with 30 nearing, i thought it might be cool if i were actually beginning to develop an immunity to all viruses. ha! unrealistic thought, i know. but a fun thought, nevertheless. it all began with our seven year old. she came down with a cold last week. i was nurse-mom for several days while she was out from studies, tending to her every need. and then. . .lo & behold. . .(unsurprisingly) i came down with the most terrible head cold. which eventually developed into an all-over-body-hurting type of cold. coupled with a sinus infection. oh, and AF. AF decided to make an appearance the other night. so add in some slightly unbearable cramping. . . .& voila! recipe for disaster. it must have been all of those kisses she & i shared. because kisses are the cure to viruses, right? lesson learned. currently, i am still in the throes of it all & my husband is in the beginning stages. he’s in for a lovely treat **uh**. we plan on locking ourselves indoors all weekend, all four of us snuggling and caring for one another. if you must find me, i will be here at home & i will very likely be in my most comfortable sweat pants, raw honey or moroccan clay smeared all over my face, dripping runny nose, a messy bun right atop my head, drinking buckets of tea with lemon, ACV & perhaps a few hot toddies. oh and doing something called R-E-S-T-I-N-G. strange how from time to time, we find ourselves guilty of being so very good at pushing right up to or over the limits, forgetting all about rest + relaxation that are vital for refueling the mind and body. i rarely sit. i hate naps. ask my husband. i am constantly on the go. i like. . .no, love. . .to consistently be doing something. because of these things, meditation is the most difficult practice and one of which i often have to force myself into. my hands are always working. baking. cooking. knitting. cleaning. tidying. helping the kids. then there are times when my body completely takes over and demands rest. .much as it is this week. and as sad as it may sound, i feel like sickness is the only time resting feels completely acceptable. so over the past few days (& likely over the next) i have been giving my body the rest it deserves. once we are well again we plan to book some acupuncture sessions for nick + i. and a two hour massage for myself because my neck sounds similar to popping corn when i roll it around. which i’m fairly certain is not a good sign. yoga practice has been lacking. as well as body work. and i’ll kindly take this cold as a reminder to do a better job of caring for myself as a whole.

steamy tea toddy

6 oz oolong tea {or tea of choice}, brewed + prepared

2 Tbsp raw, unfiltered {preferably local!} honey

1 1/2 oz quality whiskey

lemon slices//wedges to taste

2 apple slices

5 whole cloves

5 whole allspice

1/2 cinnamon stick

fresh nutmeg, grated – 3 pinches

properly brew tea. the brewing method, vessel & water temperature will widely depend upon which type of tea leaves you are using. put 2 Tbsp raw, unfiltered honey into the bottom of a mug, leaving the measuring spoon in the cup. slowly pour the hot tea over the spoon + honey, filling the mug. add 1 1/2 oz whiskey of choice. mix well. place apple slices and lemon wedge(s) into drink. to the mug, add: 5 whole cloves, 5 whole allspice, and 1/2 cinnamon stick. top with 3 pinches of freshly grated nutmeg. allow to sit for a few moments before consuming. get some zz’s + thank me later. xx.

peanut butter apple oat crispy biscuits.

my dad called me this afternoon. turns out, his dogs fell in love with the treats i had made & so he was wanting the recipe. not only that, but he basically said he has absolutely zero free time & asked that i just start making the dogs’ treats. done. & done. <3. i love it when people are enjoying the things i am making. because i work really hard sometimes. sometimes. 


rigby eleanor quite enjoys these treats also. however, he seems to not be able to handle anything other than his fancy dog food these days. my old man. i’ve tried sweet potatoes, broccoli, chicken. . . .as well as all of the homemade dog treats. his body only appreciates the banana & oat biscuits that are listed in the archives on here. the site is sourced in that particular post & the treats are simple, yet fantastic. these biscuits are fairly basic as well. and as i always mention, if your dog has any dietary restrictions or needs something different — change out the flours or ingredients & tailor these to your pup!


here’s what i did:

3/4 C. natural//homemade peanut butter [no salt added, no anything added — aside from peanuts]

2 ripe bananas, mashed

1 1/2 C. organic apples, peeled & diced

2 free range eggs

2/3 C. almond flour//homemade or store bought — i don’t generally like to use almond flour in rigby’s dog treats. the only real reason i threw in some almond flour was because i had made some homemade in abundance for a recipe a couple of weeks ago & needed to use the remainder.

3 C. oat flour//homemade or store bought

1 C. rolled oats

preheat the oven to 350°F. combine all ingredients using the paddle attachment. you will have a thick dough after everything is mixed together. lightly sprinkle a counter top//working surface with additional oat flour. turn the dough out onto the floured surface. flour the top of the dough so that it does not stick to your rolling pin & begin gently rolling out until the thickness has reached roughly 1/2 cm or a tiny bit thicker. i used a small circular cutter to make miniature treats. which is ironic because our dog is the size of a horse. however, you can adjust based upon the sizing needs for your pooch. using the small circular cutter, i was able to cut out about 7 dozen treats [many of which went straight into the freezer for later]. if you aren’t looking to make so many, you could scale down the recipe. line a baking tray with unbleached parchment. the treats will not spread so you can fit quite a few onto one tray at a time. bake for 16-20 minutes or until the bottoms have browned & the tops are crispy with golden brown edges. if you want extra crispy biscuits, bake for a few minutes additional. allow to cool completely on a cooling rack before feeding to your dog//storing in the freezer. store in an air tight container for several days — preferably in the refrigerator. because these are organic treats, they do not last for an extended period of time if kept out. the treats should keep for 7-10 days if stored properly. i highly recommend freezing any leftovers that you will not be using for the week. enjoy! xx.


apple butter // turns out colorado has orchards.

i couldn’t remember the password to login to my blog today because that’s how long it’s been since i have posted. *insert wide-eyed face here.* the recipes have been piling up. . . .stacks of them. they just aren’t on here yet. & part of that is because life has been busy. but most of it is because i haven’t felt much like writing lately. i have nothing to say. and life has been rough & bustling. i could post the recipes alone. but wouldn’t that be boring? a week ago one of my best friends invited me to meet her at her grandmother’s farmstead to pick apples & pears off of the fruit trees. honeycrisps. fujis. my two favorites. she had been telling me about the orchard for years.


her entire family used to get together every single year in the fall & had quite a streamline process for picking, sorting, peeling, cutting & processing the apples to make homemade apple cider and mead. the basement of her grandmother’s house had a room where the processing went on — a full room of tables & a homemade pulley system for the heavy glass jugs of cider and wine so that they would not have to be manhandled to their destination. underneath the stairs was a cellar where everything was stored. they would wait until after the first frost to begin picking because the apples would have a higher sugar content then.


since those days, her grandfather has passed, her grandmother has aged and the family just doesn’t take part in such a hefty endeavor for cider anymore. i was completely honored that she even thought of me to join her.



not only that, but she unwittingly planned the whole excursion during the golden hour. the house sits at the base of the foothills – nestled between some surrounding properties near the mountains and the busy city. b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l.



without even realizing, we had placed 164 apples and 8 large pears into gigantic baskets that i had brought along. a trunk load of apples!


on the way home from the farm, i was conjuring up all of the different recipes i wanted to try out. . .apple butter was at the top of the list.


apple butter, something i grew up on. my dad would bring it to the cabins with us when we would go to the cold mountains for long hunting trips. my sister and i would eat the entire container of apple butter spread over cinnamon toast. the smell brings back nostalgia at its finest.


next on the list came jelly. compost was a priority as well. the jelly & compost were both going to be making all of the odds & ends of the apples useful. the peels & cores, that of which i saved a plenty. my grandparents had requested some apple crisp — i happily obliged.



i shared bags of apples with my sister, grandmother & close friend. after that, all i was left with was a small bag of about 20 small apples. i decided to quarter and freeze them for later use — use for something very specific. this thanksgiving, i am going to be making homemade cider with those orchard apples — and from that cider. . . .will come hot buttered rum drinks. coming for thanksgiving dinner? you’re welcome to. & you’re welcome in advance for the hot adult drinks that will be served in abundance. aside from aaalllll of those things, lastly, i made rigby eleanor some homemade dog treats as well as froze some diced apples properly for use in baking frenzies later this season.



i dropped some apple butter & dog treats next door at the neighbors.


and have so much left over to share with friends & family. .it. is. ridiculous!


i felt soo grateful after realizing just how many fruit pieces my friend had allowed me to bring home. i had taken her grandmother a jar of country bean soup mix that i had put together to initially say thank you for letting my family visit the property. this week i sent over some jars of apple butter.


without further adieu, the recipe i used for the apple butter. this is done in a slow cooker overnight and total cooking time is 12+ hours. do not make this in a hurry. it should be a slow process and you will thank yourself later for taking your time. i promise. you will also thank yourself for even making this at all, as your house is going to smell absolutely delectable. in this particular recipe, the creator states that she does not endorse it for ‘canning,’ or more properly ‘jarring.’ but simply because she does not feel educated enough on the subject in order to feel confident with telling others to safely do so. i did a lot of research on jarring and apples and acidity and ph levels. science-ee stuff. and deemed the recipe just fine for jarring with the boiling water bath method after the sterilization & jarring process.


97% of the jars sealed up properly. i am still trying to figure out what went wrong with the remaining 3%. unless you are familiar with jarring, i would say follow the instructions just as she has listed out. i’m no expert. i don’t even know what i’m doing. however, those of you who will be receiving jars as gifts. . . .pleeease do not be alarmed. i swear they aren’t jars full of botulism. s.w.e.a.r. xx.


recipe courtesy — brown eyed baker. [listed out below exactly as she has on her site — please use link above for direct reference].

yield: 4 pints

prep time: 30 minutes

cook time: 12 hours

total time: 12 hours 30 minutes

An easy recipe for Apple Butter, made right in your slow cooker!


6½ pounds apples, peeled, cored and sliced (I used a combination of Granny Smith, Fuji and Honeycrisp)
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup light brown sugar
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon ground nutmeg
¼ teaspoon ground cloves
¼ teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon vanilla extract


1. Place apples in slow cooker. In a medium bowl, whisk together the sugars, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and salt. Sprinkle over the apples and stir gently to combine. Cook on low for 10 hours.

2. Stir in vanilla extract, breaking up any large chunks of apples that remain. Cover and cook for an additional 2 hours.

3. Remove cover and use an immersion blender to puree the apple butter until completely smooth. (Alternately, you could puree in batches in a food processor or regular blender.) If you want the apple butter thicker, you can continue to cook it on low with the lid of the slow cooker slightly ajar so that steam can escape.

4. Allow the mixture to cool, then spoon into jars and store in the refrigerator for up to 2 weeks, or freeze for up to 2 months.

(Recipe adapted from My Baking Addiction)


blueberry cheesecake ice cream.

when i was little, my family would spend every single fourth of july at my great grandparents’ house. they had one of those old-fashioned, hand-crank, wooden ice cream makers. the slooow kind. where your arm gets super tired [to the point of thinking it may fall off] because you have to crank the handle for so long. that’s how i grew up making ice cream. so these days, electric makers aren’t allowed in the house. i was able to find an awesome wooden maker a few years ago at an antique shop and now we carry on the tradition with our kids every summer. there is nothing better than homemade vanilla ice cream. have you ever tried? not the kind in the store that’s labeled ‘homemade vanilla.’ make your OWN! do it.


this recipe i’m sharing, however, is a no-churn. i had never tried making the cold stuff this way before.


the ice cream was delicious [as were the cones]. what was left of it. i dropped 3/4 of the quart onto the kitchen floor while i was attempting to capture shots of the blueberry & cream filled tubs.


and then. .to make matters even better, i absolutely refused to spend money on a pizzelle iron for the cones [as i knew i would only use it once every five years and it would sit, collecting dust & taking up kitchen space]. so i free-formed the ‘waffle’ bowls using a tin as a bit of a mold to wrap the pieces around.


the recipe & process were almost identical to that of fortune cookies. all of the recipes are listed out below exactly as they are on the sites i found them. xx.

recipe for ice cream courtesy the baking goddess

Yields | 1 quart

Inspiration | Pastry Affair

  • 1 1/2 cups blueberries, fresh or frozen
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 tsp cornstarch
  • 6 ounces softened cream cheese
  • 1/2 cup light brown sugar
  • 2 cups whipping cream, cold
  • 2 tsp pure vanilla extract
  • Waffle cones, to serve (optional)
  1. In a small saucepan over medium-high heat, cook blueberries and granulated sugar until berries burst and release their juices (approximately 5-10 minutes). Add the cornstarch to thicken and continue cooking for another 1 to 2 minutes. Remove from heat and place blueberries in the freezer to cool quickly (approximately 15 minutes).
  2. In the large bowl of an electric mixer, beat the cream cheese and brown sugar until smooth. Add 1/2 cup cream and whip until the cream cheese mixture becomes incorporated. Scrape the bowl as needed. Add the rest of the cream and the vanilla extract and continue whipping until stiff peaks form. (this step may also be done with a hand mixer and a healthy dollop of patience!)
  3. In a plastic container, spread half the whipped cream. Top with half the blueberries. Spread the remaining cream and top with the remaining blueberries. Using a knife, swirl the ice cream. Cover and place in the freezer for at least 6 hours. Serve in waffle cones, if desired.

recipe & instructions for waffle bowls courtesy lindsay ann bakes.

Yields: 1/2 dozen mini 5″ cones/bowls (or 1/2 cup batter)
  • 1 large egg white
  • 3 tablespoons granulated white sugar
  • 1 tablespoon packed light brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon butter, melted
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F. Trace 2-4 five-inch circles on a sheet of parchment fit to the size of your baking sheet. Flip parchment paper over and place on baking sheet as a template for uniform sized cones/bowls. Create cones molds if desired out of card stock paper by cutting out 5 1/2 inch triangles, wrapping it around itself forming a cone shape, and taping to secure. Wrap the outside of the cone mold in foil or parchment paper so the cone can easily release from the mold. Make one cone mold for each circle on your parchment paper template.
Whisk together the egg white and sugars until frothy. Add butter and vanilla. Gently stir in flour until smooth.
Spoon about 1 heaping tablespoon of batter onto the parchment lined baking sheet using a small offset spatula or knife, using your circle templates as a guide. Make sure they are spread out thin and even so they come out nice and crisp. Bake for about 9-11 minutes. Immediately remove from pan with a spatula and very quickly, shape your cones into mini cones or bowls.

vegan overnight oats.


2C rolled oats

2C mashed naners

1 1/2 Tbsp raw honey //or// sweetener of choice [coconut nectar, grade b pure maple syrup, agave nectar, etc.] i am partial to my local, raw honey.

1/3C organic raw cacao [powder]

1 heaping teaspoon cinnamon

2 Tbsp chia seeds

2C milk of choice [almond, coconut, soy, flax, rice] *i would not recommend using cashew milk as it may thicken the consistency more than what is desirable.

mash the bananas and mix into the rolled oats. add the honey, cacao, cinnamon & chia seeds and stir until well blended. pour milk over the top and stir. cover and refrigerate overnight. top with fresh fruit, chia seeds, raw cacao nibs, etc. if desired.