Growing up, I was blessed to have two grandmothers, who not only cooked but cooked well. I can’t say for certain that I inherited my ability to cook from them, but I’d like to think that their culinary skills did rub off on me just a little bit. Only sharpened by the necessity of cooking for a special needs kid and my own autoimmunity.
As the weather cools, I feel more inclined to cook heartier meals that reflect the produce of the season. So, tonight I took all of the butternut squash that I had in the freezer and combined it with leftover rotisserie chicken along with the aromatics of garlic,yellow onions, celery and carrots in the Instant Pot. In addition to the salt and pepper, I added organic poultry seasoning to amp up the flavor. And to add depth to the chicken broth, I squeezed fresh lemon juice into the broth before sealing the pressure cooker.
Shazam! That soup turned out to be a flavor explosion in the mouth. As I ladled all three bowls it occurred to me that in addition to the fresh parsley, I should a little more fresh lemon juice to each bowl. It was delicious! My only regret was that I didn’t prepare a gluten free bread to accompany the soup.
Though I didn’t follow a recipe nor did I write down the steps I followed to make the soup, it was made with love and it was wholesome. In my very humble opinion, I believe that love is the main or primary ingredient for cooking. Without it, anything you make falls flat.
Though not at 100%, I still felt strong enough to cook us a decent meal for dinner. While cooking may be laborious at times, there is just something special about cooking for the ones that you love.
Since frozen salmon is quite expensive at the moment, I decided to buy wild caught canned salmon and turn it into what people used to call it here in the south “croquettes.”
If you want the recipe there really isn’t one, because I just make stuff up and then after I make it, I say to myself, “you should have written it down, so you can make it again.” I’ll make it again and it will be slightly different because I will inevitably have an ingredient that is missing and will have to do a substitute. But hey, this is just the way I live. 😂😂
Salmon croquettes, made with fresh onions, celery, red bell pepper, about two teaspoons of honey mustard, one egg and about a half cup of cassava flour.
I steamed the petite green beans and finished them with coconut aminos and garlic, sautéed the squash, with onions, red bell pepper, parsley, oregano and tomato paste. I’d say it turned out well, because we have no leftovers. 😋 Cooking is an expression of love.
In ancient times, spices were more than just a condiment added to various foods for flavor. In fact, in many cultures, spices were used not only for consumption but for medicines as well. There was really no distinction between spices that were used to flavor food from spices that were used for medicine. In fact, spices were so valuable that they were often used as articles of exchange and trade.
As a student of functional nutrition, it is always my goal to find foods that not only taste amazing, but can aid in the healing of various health issues.
Here are a few of my favorite spices and how I like to use them to perform double duty.
For my coffee lovers, who also love the various creamers and syrups but are trying to avoid dairy and sugar. Consider adding cinnamon to your brew. Why?? Cinnamon is not only a natural sweetener, but it has been shown to lower blood sugar, which is a big deal if you are diabetic or borderline. It also has anti inflammatory properties. And I love it mixed in tea and in my chicory root coffee.
Turmeric, is another favorite, this brightly colored spice is so commonly used in Indian cooking, I would almost question the authenticity of any Indian dish that doesn’t include it. Turmeric is anti inflammatory, provides anti-oxidants and may also improve memory, as evidenced by the fact, that Indians have the lowest rates of Alzheimer’s globally.
Another favorite around here is ginger. I always have a few numbs of ginger in my freezer, not just for cooking but for stomach aches, nausea, or just as aid for digestion. Did you know that ginger, though spicy is anti-inflammatory? It is an anti-oxidant, anti-viral, reduces arthritis pain, relieves asthma and may even protect the brain from oxidative stress and chronic inflammation. Wow!
I could go on! But the point is this, if we’re trying to live our healthiest and to minimize dis-ease, I think we can take a page or two from the ancients. They seemed to understand that food should not only nourish and stop hunger, but should simultaneously have a medical benefit as well.
How would you incorporate healing spices into your daily regimen?
I see color. Just like everyone else in the world. When I meet someone I notice immediately the color of their skin, their hair color and sometimes their eye color. To say that I don’t see color would be ignorant and a failure to acknowledge the person standing in front of me.
What I don’t do is decide that they are a certain way before I get to know them based on their physical appearance. In other words, I make a point not to make assumptions until I’ve had an opportunity to get to know them. If upon further interaction I discover that we just don’t jive, it’s not because of their skin color, it’s simply because we have nothing in common, or their character is not compatible with mine; which in my opinion should be the only measure. I mean we don’t get along with every person in our same ethnic group, do we?
You see the problem with making judgments about someone based on skin is this, color or race is not indicative of the type of person one is. Sure, people share commonalities amongst race and ethnicity. But that may be where it ends. You may find that although you may share many of the same features, there might not be one thing you share in common that would make you want to spend time with that person or that, that person would want to spend time with you, outside of the obvious.
In 2021, that very much seems to be the case for me. Due to the turn my life has taken, many of my deep meaningful relationships are with people that look nothing like me. But our lives intersect in several key areas. Number one, our values are similar. We were raised in traditional homes, where our father’s were the primary breadwinners. We’re college educated and well traveled. But the main reason our lives are so intertwined is because we share the experience of raising vaccine injured children.
Through our life experiences, we have forged strong friendships that transcend color and race. We support each other, have lunch and sometimes travel to visit each other. We may not be climbing the corporate ladder in our careers, or globe trotting with our families, but when it comes to knowing diet, nutritional supplements, treatments and therapies that work best for our our children and spotting corruption from miles away these friends are hands down the best.
Oh and did I mention that we represent every race and ethnicity there is? I refer to every single one of them by their name, never their race. Even when I mention one of them outside of our community (or inside), I can’t remember saying that so and so is white, black or purple. They have names and personalities.
So, while the rest of America goes through the cultural revolution (or dissolution), of division along color lines, we’re going to stick together, support one another and continue to heal our kids. It’s what we do.
You see when I stand before God at judgment, I’m pretty certain he won’t condemn me to hell for not being “black” enough; my condemnation will come from not living a set apart, Christ centered life. In other words, not enough Christ in me. I’m just not woke enough to participate in the dissolution of our republic and I’m pretty certain, I never will be.
And he made from one man, every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us. Acts 17:26&27
It could be a sign, that you need to take a closer look under the hood.
That was me, before I received my diagnosis of Hashimoto’s in 2018. It started after I had my son in 2011, and I just chalked it up to being postpartum. But when it continued for over a year after, I did talk to my doctor. She ran the standard lab tests, but everything came back normal, so to her everything was fine. Well, clearly everything was not fine, because by the time I received my diagnosis seven years later, I had gained much of the weight that I gained while pregnant with my son, a good bit of my hair had fallen out, the fatigue was so bad that getting out of bed was painful and even my joints hurt! I couldn’t even get through the day without caffeine (thus the start of my three cappuccino a day habit) and my inability to concentrate, made me think that perhaps I had ADHD.
How many of you can relate?
Although common, it is definitely not normal. You were made to feel good and to thrive! No matter where you are on your healing journey you can see improvements. Remember, healing occurs in stages and rarely in a straight line.
If you’re ready for your upgrade, both physically and emotionally, then allow me the honor of showing you a better way.
How do you know that you have landed in the right place?
When you show up in a place you’ve never been and spend the weekend with Facebook friends that you have never met and they love on you like Jesus would and they talk about how the foundation of our businesses should be built upon the solid rock of Jesus Christ. And then you spend an evening sitting together to sing hymnals and to pray and share testimonies.
When I got on that road to Tennessee last Thursday, I was excited to meet up with my team to learn all the things to build my Plexus business, my pen and notepad were ready. Instead what I learned was how to love more and how to serve more, so that God could be glorified by this business.
I know, I have heard the comments, many of which are valid, but at it’s core, this business is about serving and giving and growing in Christ.
My heart is overflowing from all the laughter, hugs and genuine love that I have never experienced in all my years of working. If you want hope and an opportunity to love and to serve, then I am inviting you to a experience a better way.
It is almost hard to believe that a year has passed since this psychological warfare of SARS-COV-2, was unleashed on the world. In the beginning, I was like most Americans, concerned about what the virus would do to the population, but not scared. I never felt that I needed to cover my face or hide out in my home, because as a scientist by education and experience, I knew that none of those behaviors would decrease my risk of getting infected or sick. So, I just lived my life as though nothing had changed. Of course, all the while supporting my body with proper nutrition, rest, exercise and oxygen.
Today, I am still living my life just as I did before Covid 19, became baked into our vernacular. I have managed to remain alive in the midst of the pandemic without following any of the guidelines provided by the CDC or World Health Organization. Has my stance been challenging at times? Yes! But, I have I never felt endangered by my decision. Unlike, most people, I believe my health and wellness are my responsibility. I do not subscribe to the idea that the government knows more than me. If it did, we wouldn’t lead the world in chronic diseases.
So, why does the majority of the US population believe in these measures that aren’t rooted in logic or reason (the root of science); but can simultaneously spew that “you must trust the science?” How can I be expected to trust in a science that doesn’t acknowledge common sense? Or more importantly, the rights of the individual. That is the very foundation of our Declaration of Independence; the rights of the individual must not be infringed upon by the government. Yet, here we are. Many businesses are still closed or not at capacity, companies that have remained open are unable to hire due to crippling debt. And the churches, are still closed to the very people that need fellowship, restoration and renewal. But the real losers in this debacle are the children and the families. Our children are paying the price of ill conceived ideas forced upon them by ignorant adults. How will history remember this time period?
But the people who I have been most challenged by are not those in the world, but those that claim to be in the household of faith..Christians. From the sidelines, I have witnessed Christians fuel the propaganda and miseducation campaigns as though it is their highest duty. I have even watched them politicize race to coerce or guilt people into following this sham and even still virtual signaling their superiority over the ones that refuse to support or propagate the government agenda. Their behavior reminds me of the religious leaders during Jesus’ day. Where are the fruits of the spirit? Where is the compassion, grace or understanding? Where is the love? Shame!! Your behavior has made a mockery of the Lord’s church!!
Where in the Bible does it say that we will never get sick or experience heartache or despair? As if we can do anything in our own power to extend life. Yet, many will drive a million miles to point out how selfish those who have refused the propaganda are, but won’t take five minutes to offer assistance to friends and family who are suffering as a result of these draconian measures.
It is time for us to remember who we are and fight to preserve our ability to worship in spirit and in truth and to be one nation under God. Let us live set apart, sanctified lives proving to the world that we believe above all else the words of our Father in heaven.
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139:13&14