Damn It, Why Did I Have Cereal This Morning? or…


How I Learned To Love Coconut Milk Even More.

Before the events of this post, I already loved coconut milk and keep several cans in the house at all times. Big cans, for when I’m making rice (it’s soooo good) or little cans, to toss into a smoothie. By the way, the little cans are Cool Runnings brand, because apparently my kitchen needs a bobsled team.

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I’m back!



So last night, as we finished off our dinner, my wonderful wife, De, states that one year for Christmas, I should compile a book of my recipes to give as gifts. I scoffed and asked her who would want copies of my weird recipes and she began naming people. I still think she’s nuts, but I was also looking for a way to preserve my tried and true recipes with notes about what I did differently, so I wandered back to this blog. I decided to make it public and share it on facebook and google+ in case any of you crazy people really do want my recipes, but overall this is primarily to record what I’ve made and how we’ve liked it. Other posts may pop up now and then, but I’m going to try to be laid back about it and not make myself stick to a schedule, which is what killed this blog the first time around.

A note: Most of my recipes are not my own, I just find a recipe similar to what I’m looking for and then tweak it a little. I have a whole list of food issues, so it’s rare for me to find a recipe I can use verbatim. For instance, I can’t have dairy. Let me rephrase that. I shouldn’t have dairy, but cheese is the love of my life. Not to mention that “real” cheese is cheaper than the vegan stuff I prefer to use in my cooking.

We are also on a tight, tight budget so we can afford to go see my family for Christmas, YAY. So you’ll see a lot of financial corners being cut as well. I’ve become one of those crunchy granola lesbians. I make my own dishwasher soap and laundry soap and kombucha and I firmly believe in the healing powers of homoeopathic remedies over pills. I am off all of my medication and I feel better than ever, but that’s another post for another day.

A little about me, since things have changed since I started this blog. I have been married for five years now to the best wife a gal could ask for. Seriously, De is amazing and supportive and wonderful. We have three cats, Bella, Pekoe, and Earlie…Pekoe is orange and Earlie is grey and I seriously love tea, y’all. We also have a little red foot tortoise named Da Hong Pao (another type of tea), but we just call her Pao. She’s nuts.

I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, or CFS for short. I’m working on getting an official diagnosis, but doctors either can’t figure out what’s wrong with me or they want to stuff me with a bunch of pills to see which ones take. After my last set of meds screwed me up worse than the disease, I’m taking a break for now and trying out more natural remedies, like the kombucha and apple cider vinegar for my heartburn, instead of Prevacid. But what CFS essentially means is that some days I’m able to get out of bed and go about my normal routine just fine, but other days I literally cannot get out of bed. We live near the Toronto Zoo and while I love the Zoo with all my heart, we have to plan carefully because after a day at the Zoo, I have to spend the next 2-3 days in bed, recovering. I am absurdly lucky in that my wife is able to support both of us so I don’t have to work and can take care of myself at home and conserve my energy for the things that truly matter.

So that’s a little bit about me and this blog and my life. It’s not just about tea any more.