One of my favorite things about being a mom, is — Arts n’ Crafts. There’s something about glue and glitter, clear glass jars filled with colorful pom poms and beads, paint, ribbons etc. that make me giddy. Much like a two year old’s enthusiasm. That being said, […]
I originally saw this recipe from Delighted Momma. She had me at ‘tastes like French Fries.’ I called Mark immediately and told him to bring home some cauliflower on the way home. Urgent.
And WOW. I have to say, this is my new favorite dish to make. It is super easy. Super healthy. And super delicious. I tend to always ‘healthify’ all my recipes, so even though the original is pretty healthy, i ‘healthified’ it a little more by cutting the oil and salt in half and changed it up a bit.
Here’s what I did:
1 Head of Cauliflower
1 Tablespoon and a 1/2 of Extra Virgin Olive Oil
1/2 teaspoon of salt (i only used a pinch since I would be dipping it in ketchup)
1 teaspoon of red hot chili flakes ( you may omit this if you don’t want spicy)
1/2 teaspoon of black pepper
1. Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees.
2. Wash and Chop cauliflower into small pieces.
3. Mix in the Olive oil, salt, chili flakes and pepper.
4. Lay on a greased baking sheet evenly.
5. Put in oven and bake for 50 minutes to 1 hour. Stir it around 3 times. It should get really brown and crispy.
Once it’s done, serve right away with a side of ketchup and hot sauce! If you do not like ketchup, plain is good too. Another option would be a side of marinara sauce.
Mark and I, ate these instead of popcorn for our movie night and thought it tasted better than popcorn. Or it at least was a very nice, enjoyable change. And bonus: Els devoured them too!
The one thing I noticed living in Los Angeles, is that people seldom talk about the weather. Not like when I lived in Toronto and every other conversation started or ended up with the weather in some way, somehow, and rightfully so. When it was […]
1. How unbelievably complicated sleep can be.
Not just the ability to sleep, or the lack thereof. But the constant, CONSTANT working and re-working of sleep and all its gazillion counterparts. No matter how well-read, well- versed, well prepared I thought I could be on this subject – I wasn’t. And I’m still not. Sleep for a baby/toddler is a freaking mystery. A very mean mean mystery.
2. How unbelievably complicated eating can be.
I love food. I’ve always loved food. Not loving food has never crossed my mind. Until now. Because now, I have to take a moment and think at least 3-5 times a day, WHY my toddler does not like food. What it is she doesn’t like. How she liked it yesterday and not today. At what consistency. What specific taste. Which food region. At what temperature. In which seating position. Setting. Spice addition/omission. Display: artistic. Non artistic! And my results are always the same. INCONCLUSIVE. There are too many variables and not enough consistency to solve anything, let alone form a decent hypotheses.
3. How unbelievably complicated breastfeeding can be.
Not just from the beginning, but to the very end. And how ironically, NOT breastfeeding is the most complicated part about breastfeeding. Weaning. Breastfeeding on demand, but trying to find a balance. Scheduling/planning your entire life around your baby and your breast. (Don’t get me wrong on this one, I love bf-ing, am still bf-ing and am 100 percent pro bf-ing. Just saying, it’s more complicated that bada bing bada boom, put the baby on the boob and tada! A cinch! Which I originally thought).
4. How unbelievably complicated sharing can be.
I’ve never even thought about sharing in any other way than how I think about having to go to the bathroom, or drink a glass of water. It’s just second nature. And so when I see my toddler acting like an over-protective Pterodactyl, hoarding and gripping her belongings to her chest, unblinking, standing her ground, not letting go no matter the outcome/circumstance/repercussion, screaming, crying, then other kids crying, I think — WOW. Sharing is a very complex subject matter. And I guess if you think primally, why wouldn’t it be?
5. That I would have to accept the fact that there will ALWAYS be sand in my UGGS.