Easy & Healthy Applesauce

My kids love applesauce.  Ever since it was introduced to them as babies, they gobble the stuff right up.  But if you’re like me and read the ingredient labels on what is available in the store, you’ll notice your choices either have high fructose corn syrup (evil), have no sweetness or cinnamon in the natural versions, or you have to pay an exorbitant amount for organic.  Surely there’s another way.

Well, duh, make the stuff yourself, right?  Previously, a friend had posted a link to a crock pot version originally posted on skinnytaste.com, so today I decided I would give it a try.

ingredients for apple sauce

Start with 8 medium apples.  Use a combination of golden delicious, fuji, gala, granny smith, etc.  You’ll also need one lemon, a couple cinnamon sticks, and about 2 tablespoons of light brown sugar.

prepare the apples

Peel, core and slice the apples.

Place everything in the crock pot

Place the apples in a crock pot. Squeeze about 1 teaspoon of juice from the lemon and drizzle over the apples. Use a knife or vegetable peeler to get a strip of lemon peel, and place that in with the apples along with the cinnamon sticks and the brown sugar. Cook on low for about 6-7 hours, stirring occasionally, breaking up chunks.

After 6-7 hours, the sauce should be done.  Remove the lemon peel and cinnamon sticks.  We liked the sauce at this consistency, still having a few small chunks of apples, but you may wish to use an immersion blender or food processor to get the consistency you want.

Easy and healthy AND delicious!!

Grocery Shopping with Kids

I’m suppose to be planning a menu for the week and writing up a grocery list.  Instead, I’m goofing off, surfing the web, and writing this blog post because I’m so easily distracted.

Thinking about grocery shopping is enough to fill me with dread.  Actually, any kind of shopping fills me with dread because I usually have kids in tow.

Over a decade ago, I remember trips to the grocery store were rather uneventful… taking my time going up and down the isle, comparing brands, lost in my own thoughts, lingering over the ice cream section….

Now, I’d rather have a root canal than go to the store with 3 kids.  If they’re not whining about one touching the other, they’re tag-teaming me with an endless barrage of requests for some over-processed junk they saw on TV and want me to buy it.  Either that, or they’re fighting over who is gets to kill the battery on my phone.  God forbid one of them has to use the restroom.

Is it just me or do you wonder why, after you’ve loaded your purchases on the conveyor and you’re checking out, the clerk looks at you and asks, “Did you find everything okay?”  Seriously?  Do you think that’s the time to ask?

Like, if I forgot to pickup a box of laundry detergent or a carton of eggs, is someone going to go fetch it for me?  Because, inevitably, by the time I’ve wrangled all 3 kids to the register, it dawns on me that I’ve forgotten SOMETHING (usually the main thing I went to buy in the first place).

Well, I guess I should get back to making this list.  I hear the kids’ school bus, and they’re going to want something other than frozen peas for dinner.  Maybe I’ll use my cleavage and ask my husband to go, and I can just stay home with the kids…

It Takes a Fool

Sometimes I feel like I must be the only woman in the world with so little self-worth, to feel not deserving of the kind of love that would make a man get down on one knee….ever.

A decade ago, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world that an intelligent man would have anything to do with me.  When his baby was growing inside me and he wanted to marry me, I believed him when he said the bling for my finger would come later.

How do I not feel the pain of a knife twisting in my heart everyday when I see a diamond commercial or see a romantic movie or hear my friends tell their engagement story?  (Or see my daughter draw a picture of her dream prince charming on one knee proposing to HER.  Yes, it’s every girl’s dream.)

It hurts knowing I’ve been a fool for putting myself and my dreams on the back burner.  Any other woman in her right mind would never say “yes” or walk down the isle without first having a ring on her finger.  But now with a mortgage, bankruptcies, 3 kids, underemployment, a need for a new car….  I fear this is yet another “thing” to blow up in my face.

If a husband alienates his wife with lies and misleading info repeatedly over years and years, and the wife’s insecurities grow to where she no longer feels emotionally safe enough to love and trust because of a history of being used and abused by lovers and loved ones, then what’s the point of the husband trying woo the heart of his wife and keep those young-love promises when she’s no longer his lover, satiating HIS needs?  Kind of hard to argue with that.

A part of me feels so selfish for getting hung up on this, another part of me feels deeply hurt that someone didn’t love me enough to do it right in the first place.

Pointless

What’s the point in having dreams when they’re all just a mirage, teasing you to stumble along in the desert of life? All those “someday” fantasies are just a trick to keep you marching along despite the blistering signs that scream you don’t deserve to have plans encompassing hope, love or security.

You find yourself reaching out for the hand of your partner only to realize he is not who you thought he would grow to be after twelve years together.

There is nothing except the cold harsh reality that you were flawed before birth, destined to be abandoned by your father, disowned by your mother, ruined by sexual predators, abused by lovers, and nurtured on false hope and half truths by nearly everyone who said they loved you.

We play football again in Bastrop

A devastating firestorm ravaged Bastrop neighborhoods.  But don’t mess with Texas.  Or their football.

Memorial Day Fires

Video shot September 5, 2011 on the north edge of Bastrop State Park near Austin. It’s incredible to see just how quickly the fire spreads. It’s able to move so quickly due to the historic drought and high winds.

Some guy ranting

My thoughts exactly.  Some guy ranting on Facebook sums it up pretty well.  Warning, strong language.