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Cooking for the Kids – Horror

7 Oct

“Just because you’re not sick, doesn’t mean you’re healthy.”

I stopped at one of my favorite restaurants the other day to pick up an order of BBQ Chicken Wings.  Yahoo!  I love chicken wings.

While I waited I had the pleasure of watching a cooking show where a mom, God bless her, who was homeschooling her kids, was also taking time to make them home cooked meals.

The show began with her making a large batch of mini-blueberry muffins the night before to make breakfast easier.  Good planning, mom!  Unfortunately, the mini muffins were the only item on the breakfast menu.  A big handful of sugary sweet muffins along with a glass of milk.  Not a great nutritional start to the day.

But then after a few lessons where the kids showed off their abilities to memorize dates in history, mom sent them outside to do science experiments while she prepared a snack for the little scholars.

So mom took graham crackers and spread half with peanut butter and half with hazelnut chocolate spread.  I was getting nervous.  Next she roasted some marshmallows right on her stovetop and inserted the melty marshmallows between two of the crackers.  Not a quitter, mom then dipped the sandwiches in melted chocolate, either milk chocolate or white chocolate.  I really didn’t think this snack could get any worse, but it did.

Setting her snack creations out to dry mom sprinkled some with crushed pretzels and some with rainbow sprinkles.  Can you say sugar rush.

Really?  This is a cooking show to instructs people on how to feed their kids?  And we wonder about ADD.  Really?  Nothing more to say, except – 

Loveya – The Grandma

 

Robert’s Ball

20 Feb

“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” Neale Donald Walsch

I know.  I was swearing off recipes and now they come flooding in.  And your first question might be why I named this recipe as I did.  Because I want it to go viral.  Duh!

This is actually a recipe for energy balls which my friend, Robert, shared with me.  And as you will see from the recipe, Robert is a man who likes choices.

RoB

INGREDIENTS:

3 cups (dry) oatmeal (I used the old-fashioned oats)

1 cup unsweetened shredded unsweetened coconut (optional)

1 cup peanut butter (can substitute almond butter)

1 cup any kind of chopped nuts (optional)

1 cup dried fruit (I like cranberries, blueberries or cherries) (optional)

1 dark chocolate bar (optional)

1/2 cup agave or honey

1 cup melted coconut oil (optional)

1 t vanilla

1 t cinnamon (optional)

1 ripe banana (optional)

DESTRUCTIONS:

You could melt the coconut oil peanut butter, and chocolate in a double boiler.  Or you can just use chocolate pieces, leave out the coconut oil, and skip the melting step.  (Robert!  Take a stand!)

Stir all ingredients together in a medium bowl.  Cover and allow to chill in the refrigerator for about an hour.  Robert’s directions say half an hour but that’s not nearly enough time to obsess over whether you left out or put in the correct amount of optional ingredients, which are over half the recipe.

One chilled (the ingredients, not you) roll into balls about 1 inch in diameter.  Store in an airtight container and keep refrigerated for up to one week.  If you have trouble forming balls periodically wet your hands.

MY SIDE OF THE STREET

I used a gluten free granola that had all sorts of stuff in it because I had that in the house.  Be careful, if you’re on a gluten free diet, about the oatmeal.  Oatmeal is not always gluten free.  Make sure the brand you purchase specifies.

I used almond butter because I generally don’t eat peanuts.  I didn’t have any chocolate bar or chocolate pieces in the house so I added some cocoa powder.  It worked beautifully.  I didn’t add vanilla, which can now be listed as optional.  Nor did I use cinnamon or a banana.  The earth continued to spin on its axis.

I added some raisins to mine.  Robert thinks that raisins are pathetic.  It’s like discussing religion with that man when you start talking about his balls!  Did I say that out loud?  Whatever.

Loveya – The Grandma