I made a mistake this morning. I took a picture of myself in down dog. I do this occasionally to check on my form. I want to make sure I'm not arching my back. My back looked fine. What got me was seeing myself. I'm thick. I know this. I want to lose weight, but it is so hard. I hate being hungry! I'm not terribly good at portion control and I probably drink too much booze.
Despite how I look I feel physically fit. I am happier now than I ever was as a size 5 of mush. But sometimes I catch myself comparing. I follow a lot of other ladies who are into fitness too and they all have these amazing, chiseled, and thin bodies. I am thick. I want to be thin. And most of the time I still have this desire, but I don't beat myself up about it. I try not to be mean to myself or be depressed about where I am physically.
I have come a long way from there I was and I am proud of that. I have transformed myself inside and out. But every now and then that inner voice tries to trip me up and psych me out. Today it was loud! I had a hard time focusing during my yoga practice this morning. I even caught myself thinking negative thoughts when I fell out of a pose and when I watched Ally do something that I am nowhere near being about to do. Then I took a deep breath and said (out loud actually) STOP! I gave myself some positive affirmations and got back into my vinyasa. I finished with a full heart and a quieter critic.
I share this because I think it's important to acknowledge that no matter how much progress you are making, you're going to have setbacks. They may be large or small, but they will inevitably show up to try to knock you off your game. The important and most valuable thing is to make a pointed effort to challenge those setbacks or creepy inner voices. Sometimes I stand in front of a mirror and say nice things to myself, pump myself up, and I do it out loud (it just works better for me that way). I don't lie to myself. I don't tell myself I look fine just the way I am because I don't actually believe that. But, I do tell myself I am still beautiful outside and in, that I have worked hard to get where I am and I should be proud, that at least I am doing something!
Friday, February 24, 2017
Monday, February 20, 2017
Politics and Empathy: Just Stop Being Assholes
Here's the thing. If I were you, had your experiences in life, and walked in your shoes, I would most likely think the way you do and believe in the same things. And likewise if you were me, lived my life, had my experiences, and walked in my shoes you'd probably think the way I do. That's the beauty of the human experience. We are all on a different journey and have very different experiences influencing our views of the world.
I'm sick of it all too. I'm sick of all the anger and hatefulness that both sides are guilty of. I'm sick of people saying that the left is all butt-hurt because Hillary lost. But that's not what this is about people! Ok, Granted, for some people that might be what it's about. But it is so much bigger than that. And if people would try to practice a little bit of empathy for once they might see that there's a bigger picture here. If people would stop slinging around insults and just be understanding and compassionate we would all be better off.
There are extremes on both sides. There are idiots and assholes abound in whatever political group a person might join. But that does not mean we are all that way nor does it mean that we support that sort of behavior. So don't clump us in there.
I personally have a lot of Republican friends and family. I don't always agree with them on politics, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fling mud in their face, spit at their feet, and declare them an enemy. Absolutely not. Why? Well, for one thing, what kind of a shitty ass friend would I be if I considered political beliefs the only important part of a person? No. These are good, hard working, down to earth, loyal to the bone, honest, caring, wonderful people. Politically we don't agree, but we aren't friends because of politics.
If you don't like the way other people express their passions and political beliefs then that's cool. I get it. But you can't expect them to just shut up and bend over because they disagree and it makes you uncomfortable. If the tables were turned, would you still think it's stupid? Maybe. Some people are content just living in ignorance. There is bliss there. I won't argue with that. (and I don't mean ignorance in the way of stupid. I mean it in the way of not caring or paying attention to what is going on in the world.)
Yes, I realize this whole #notmypresident thing is being misunderstood just like the #womensmarch is. It's not about just the fact that he became our president. It's about the fact that a terrible person who exemplifies all the ugly that you might possibly muster in a narcissistic sociopath has become the face of our nation. And a lot of us feel like that is not what our nation represents. A lot of us feel like our nation represents the land of opportunity and the land of the free. A lot of us feel like the person to lead our nation should have class and not be a bully. Many of us want our nation's leader to care about science, truth, justice, democracy, and the conservation of our planet. I get that a lot of other people think we are just whiny babies. And some of us are. But that does not make it okay to be mean to each other. They don't want to respect him as a legitimate president because he does not represent the kind of leaders we are used to. And they all have a right to express that opinion and still be members of this society. As would the opposing views if the tables were turned.
So, I am venting. I realize this. I probably shouldn't, but dammit, I am sick and tired of people being jerks! I am tired of being clumped into this group that is burning flags and dressing up as vaginas to protest. That is not me. My #resist is to be kind. To spread compassion. To put more into this world that it needs rather than all the ugliness that we already have.
Can we all just learn what empathy really is and maybe just try it out? It's hard, I understand that. But that is the right thing to do here. And be kind to each other because the world just doesn't need anymore ugliness.
Ok, I'm done now. I shall leave my soapbox and have a glass of whiskey.
I'm sick of it all too. I'm sick of all the anger and hatefulness that both sides are guilty of. I'm sick of people saying that the left is all butt-hurt because Hillary lost. But that's not what this is about people! Ok, Granted, for some people that might be what it's about. But it is so much bigger than that. And if people would try to practice a little bit of empathy for once they might see that there's a bigger picture here. If people would stop slinging around insults and just be understanding and compassionate we would all be better off.
There are extremes on both sides. There are idiots and assholes abound in whatever political group a person might join. But that does not mean we are all that way nor does it mean that we support that sort of behavior. So don't clump us in there.
I personally have a lot of Republican friends and family. I don't always agree with them on politics, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fling mud in their face, spit at their feet, and declare them an enemy. Absolutely not. Why? Well, for one thing, what kind of a shitty ass friend would I be if I considered political beliefs the only important part of a person? No. These are good, hard working, down to earth, loyal to the bone, honest, caring, wonderful people. Politically we don't agree, but we aren't friends because of politics.
If you don't like the way other people express their passions and political beliefs then that's cool. I get it. But you can't expect them to just shut up and bend over because they disagree and it makes you uncomfortable. If the tables were turned, would you still think it's stupid? Maybe. Some people are content just living in ignorance. There is bliss there. I won't argue with that. (and I don't mean ignorance in the way of stupid. I mean it in the way of not caring or paying attention to what is going on in the world.)
Yes, I realize this whole #notmypresident thing is being misunderstood just like the #womensmarch is. It's not about just the fact that he became our president. It's about the fact that a terrible person who exemplifies all the ugly that you might possibly muster in a narcissistic sociopath has become the face of our nation. And a lot of us feel like that is not what our nation represents. A lot of us feel like our nation represents the land of opportunity and the land of the free. A lot of us feel like the person to lead our nation should have class and not be a bully. Many of us want our nation's leader to care about science, truth, justice, democracy, and the conservation of our planet. I get that a lot of other people think we are just whiny babies. And some of us are. But that does not make it okay to be mean to each other. They don't want to respect him as a legitimate president because he does not represent the kind of leaders we are used to. And they all have a right to express that opinion and still be members of this society. As would the opposing views if the tables were turned.
So, I am venting. I realize this. I probably shouldn't, but dammit, I am sick and tired of people being jerks! I am tired of being clumped into this group that is burning flags and dressing up as vaginas to protest. That is not me. My #resist is to be kind. To spread compassion. To put more into this world that it needs rather than all the ugliness that we already have.
Can we all just learn what empathy really is and maybe just try it out? It's hard, I understand that. But that is the right thing to do here. And be kind to each other because the world just doesn't need anymore ugliness.
Ok, I'm done now. I shall leave my soapbox and have a glass of whiskey.
Saturday, February 18, 2017
I Am Me (A Poem?)
I am who I am.
I love people when they don't want me to.
I miss relationships that never really got the opportunity to be cultivated.
I have a past of hurt, but who doesn't?
I try really hard to be the best mom I can possibly be. That means a lot of personal growth and development that I wasn't really prepared for.
I am loud.
I get angry. I cry at commercials. Sometimes even nature makes me cry. I am a bit emotional. I feel everything like 1000%.
I want my life to mean something. I want to have left behind something that people would miss.
I want to be kind. Help people. Because I know what it's like to need help.
I love my family. Like so freaking much. I feel it in my bones. I would die for them. Each and every one. Because they are the most amazing and wonderful people I have ever known.
I love yoga. I love being with my own heart and mind on my mat and falling in love with myself every morning. I love being nice to myself.
I love plants and mother nature. I feel some amazing connection there and anytime I even go outside if it is to only breathe the air, my heart swells with joy.
I am broken. And it's ok. Being broken has fueled me to become someone better than those who broke me believed I could be. I have risen above time and time again.
I am me. I am not special. I am unique, as we all are as humans, but not special. There are people out there who have suffered a great deal more than I have. I am lucky in many ways. I am blessed abundantly. I am grateful. I am humble.
I am who I am.
I love people when they don't want me to.
I miss relationships that never really got the opportunity to be cultivated.
I have a past of hurt, but who doesn't?
I try really hard to be the best mom I can possibly be. That means a lot of personal growth and development that I wasn't really prepared for.
I am loud.
I get angry. I cry at commercials. Sometimes even nature makes me cry. I am a bit emotional. I feel everything like 1000%.
I want my life to mean something. I want to have left behind something that people would miss.
I want to be kind. Help people. Because I know what it's like to need help.
I love my family. Like so freaking much. I feel it in my bones. I would die for them. Each and every one. Because they are the most amazing and wonderful people I have ever known.
I love yoga. I love being with my own heart and mind on my mat and falling in love with myself every morning. I love being nice to myself.
I love plants and mother nature. I feel some amazing connection there and anytime I even go outside if it is to only breathe the air, my heart swells with joy.
I am broken. And it's ok. Being broken has fueled me to become someone better than those who broke me believed I could be. I have risen above time and time again.
I am me. I am not special. I am unique, as we all are as humans, but not special. There are people out there who have suffered a great deal more than I have. I am lucky in many ways. I am blessed abundantly. I am grateful. I am humble.
I am who I am.
Friday, February 17, 2017
The Relief of Being With What Is: Yoga & Meditation
I have spent most of my life thus far wanting to be someone else; wanting to look like someone else; wanting to act like someone else; anyone but who I really am. And it wasn't until I found a way to let that desire go that I found peace in who I am and be with what is.
So what does that mean; being with what is?: It means exactly as it sounds. It means acceptance of your flaws as a human being, a desire to care for yourself in a way that is nurturing and loving, and being where you are right at that time. For example, in yoga it is pretty typical for a person to curse themselves when they fall out of a pose or can't bend the way others can or whatever it is you are doing that is comparing yourself to someone else's journey. I did that when I first started. It took a while for me to let go of unrealistic expectations and just be where I am. Often we tend to forget that starting a journey means you start at the bottom or the beginning, not in the middle or at the top. So when I started yoga I was very inflexible and my arm were weak. I struggled to keep myself up in down dog for even a short period of time. I couldn't touch my toes hardly. I fell out of poses (and still do). But there was a point that I began to just love me for me. Love my body for what it is and myself for who I am. At that point I was able to get out of my head, stop cursing myself, and just do what I can do. Over time I have strengthened my arms. I can stay in down dog for the length of time I need to stay with my instructor. I have become more flexible in places and can touch the floor now with my palms flat (super huge accomplishment for me). I have become better at clearing my mind and just being in the moment inside myself; calming the storm of life so to speak. That piece has been probably the most profound.
My mom recently visited and, surprisingly, she wanted to join me in a couple sessions of yoga practice. I was delighted to welcome her to this experience. It was a bit of a challenge for me though. I typically do yoga in solitude. It's just the way I like it best. I don't like outside things to interfere with my focus. But I was excited to share with her what I have come to love. She did all the things I remember doing when I first started. Criticizing her inability to move and bend the way I did or the instructor did. Constantly comparing herself to me and Ally. She criticized herself for not having the upper body strength to stay in down dog as long as me. It was like I had a version of myself at the beginning on the mat right next to me.
Now, I could have gotten frustrated with her and given up on my yoga for that day. But instead I chose to approach her with compassion and empathy. I reminded her that she is where she is and to just be there. She's a beginner, and at the beginning we cannot expect to be where someone else is who has been doing this for much longer. I reminded her to be kind to herself. I also intentionally chose some sessions that speak to exactly this: quieting the inner critic, speaking to ones self with a loving voice, and being with what is. I honestly figured that she would not be interested in doing it again after the first time. But she got up with me bright and early (which, if you know my mom is a huge HUGE thing! She typically sleeps until like 10am or noon, sometimes later! But she was up and at it at 5:30am. And not grudgingly either.) I was really proud of her for embracing this experience. And I was really happy to have had the opportunity to share it with her. I can only hope that my being with what is was influential for her. That perhaps she too will come to have a loving inner voice and learn to love herself as I have learned to love myself.
Let's talk meditation: Meditation has been a bit of a challenge for me. As silly as it sounds, I think I needed to be able to strengthen the physical me before I was able to attend to this sort of experience. I've tried it before and because my body was so out of shape I struggled to focus. All I could think about was how bad my back hurt! I slouched a lot and have been working on improving my posture for a long while now. I'm now to the point where it actually hurts to slouch and feels way better to sit up straight. I still catch myself doing it though, bad habit. Since I have strengthened my body I have made an attempt at this again. I still struggle to quiet my mind. I tend to do best with guided meditation and for short amounts of time. And it has been really helpful for me. It has given me a new tool. When the world around me is chaotic, I have somewhere to go to collect myself, breathe, and act more intentionally rather than being reactive. Raising a 3-year-old has given me a ridiculous number of opportunities to practice this (dude, seriously, 3 is way way worse than 2. Consider yourself warned.)
Being with what is and focusing on my breath has been a huge help for me as a parent. I used to have some significant anger issues. I was a quickly lit fuse and would go from zero to rage in a millisecond. I hated it. I hated feeling out of control and I hated losing my temper with my son. It didn't happen all the time, but it happened enough times to make me want to change it. I didn't want him to grow up thinking that was how people were supposed to deal with their anger. And I couldn't stand that look in his eyes when he was genuinely afraid of me. I don't want him to have that kind of parent. I had that kind of parent. I don't want to repeat the cycle. And mindfulness has been an incredibly useful tool. It has definitely taken a lot of intentional practice, but it's becoming more automatic now. When my son losing his shit I notice myself starting to approach the situation with a huge deep breath, a pause, then calm (most of the time...I'm no zen master people, sometimes I lose my shit a little too). I've also been reading this book about mindful discipline. I love it. It has been so helpful to remind me to be with what is and approach my son more with empathy than the desire for obedience. I really feel like this has improved our relationship and brought us closer. I am hoping to lay the groundwork for the future so when he faces something difficult, he knows he can come to me for support and I won't just berate or criticize him. I will actually listen and hear him. So, onward we march. We are "growing up together" in a way. We learn from each other.
The relief: There is this flower called the Lotus flower. It is very symbolic in the yoga world and rightfully so. The lotus flower grows through muddy, murky waters. It is parallel to life. For me it is parallel to my past, full of mud and gloom. But as the flower matures and grows, it finds its way out of the murkiness and blooms beautifully toward the sun.
My past has been murky, muddy, and dark. I have struggled with a lot of things and waded through pain that many would not understand. I am not special. A lot of people experience this kind of life. Some worse than others. And it's hard. It's hard to get past it. It's probably one of the hardest things to do in life. But rising above that murky water is like a rebirth of sorts. You get to try again at this thing called life. You can start a new chapter.
I intend to get a new tattoo of this flower on my arm. It will cover a scar from my past and remind me that no matter how hard things get, there is always hope.
The old me was anxious, cluttered (in the mind), a perfectionist, angry, bitter, vengeful, resentful, and mean. That was a version of me racked with self-hate, self-doubt, abandonment issues, personal trauma scars of sexual and psychological abuse that never seemed to heal, and the strongest desire to be anything I'm not. Over time, it seems that I have shed that shell of the old me and yoga has helped me do that. I know a lot of people don't understand yoga and don't get into it with their heart and soul like others do, and that's ok! Whatever journey you are on, it's not mine. I am simply sharing my journey, but have no desire to expect you to walk the same path I am. However, if it is something you have thought about, I encourage you to give it a shot with an open heart and mind. You might just change your whole life.
Friday, February 10, 2017
Yes, I Let My Son Paint His Nails. Get Over It.
There are so many things I've learned about gender stereotypes since becoming the mom of a boy. I was always pretty aware of the ones for girls (obviously), but less aware of those for the boys. It is actually pretty hard to be a man in our society. Men aren't allowed to have emotions, appear weak, look "too pretty", play with dolls...and the list goes on. Here are a few things that get under my skin...
1. Boys can't paint their nails. Yes. I let my son paint his nails. I do this with some hesitation because there are multiple concerns. There is the one hand that I don't want to project gender stereotypes that boys aren't allowed to paint their nails. Then on the other hand there's the concern that he'll be ok with it and face humiliation one day because other people in our society are not so cool about it. Honestly, why should this matter? But I do. And it is surprising how many people notice and feel obliged to comment. I've been shocked about some of the things some people will think it's ok to say to my child. And of course, I don't just sit there quietly and allow it. So, sometimes it causes an issue. But I don't care! Let him decide what he wants. It will suck when/if he decides against it because someone humiliated him about it. But it'll still be his choice and right now he's pretty cool with pretty nails. I'm ok with that.
2, Boys aren't supposed to play with dolls. My husband and I actually tried specifically to provide our son with an array of toys. He had trucks and baby dolls. I didn't turn away from something just because it was pink or too cute. Nevertheless he still gravitated to traditionally male toys; trucks, cars, dirt, balls, etc. I bought him a couple Barbie dolls (a boy and a girl) so he would have the option to do imaginary play with them or role play. I distinctly remember the day they arrived. He was asleep so I unpackaged it and just set it at his play spot. He woke up from a nap and immediately noticed it sitting there. He asked me what it was. I told him it was just a doll that he can play with if he wants to. He burst into tears and cried, "But I don't want to play with that mommy!" I quickly reassured him that it was not a requirement, just an option, and if he didn't want to play with them that was ok. They became toys for when his friends that are girls come over to visit. But even though he doesn't really like dolls or any of those types of toys, it still pisses me off when people says things like "Well at least he doesn't play with dolls!" As if that is the most grotesque idea in the world. Ugh. Just don't.
3. He's such a mama's boy. Oh yeah, because he's a human with EMOTIONS?! Right, I forget that boys aren't supposed to cry. I say bullshit. My grandpa, may he RIP, always taught us that true strength in a man comes with his ability to show his heart. If a man cries, it is not a weakness, but a sign that he cares, that he can feel compassion, that he is a good, strong man. I hate when people think that my son is weak because he gravitates to his mother for comfort. I hate when people expect him to just shake it off without even recognizing or acknowledging the emotion that's there. No wonder so many boys grow up to have anger issues!
Yes, having boys comes with it's own unique set of disgraceful gender stereotypes. I work really hard to teach my son that things aren't really that way and that he doesn't have to be the way others expect him to be. I know he'll face these decisions all the time, for the rest of his life. To be himself or not to be himself. That is certainly a challenge we can all relate to. But until he starts facing those decisions on his own, I will allow him to explore and express himself however he feels comfortable. Because that's what I'm supposed to do as a mom (in my opinion). My job is to give him the space to find himself and love that self.
1. Boys can't paint their nails. Yes. I let my son paint his nails. I do this with some hesitation because there are multiple concerns. There is the one hand that I don't want to project gender stereotypes that boys aren't allowed to paint their nails. Then on the other hand there's the concern that he'll be ok with it and face humiliation one day because other people in our society are not so cool about it. Honestly, why should this matter? But I do. And it is surprising how many people notice and feel obliged to comment. I've been shocked about some of the things some people will think it's ok to say to my child. And of course, I don't just sit there quietly and allow it. So, sometimes it causes an issue. But I don't care! Let him decide what he wants. It will suck when/if he decides against it because someone humiliated him about it. But it'll still be his choice and right now he's pretty cool with pretty nails. I'm ok with that.
2, Boys aren't supposed to play with dolls. My husband and I actually tried specifically to provide our son with an array of toys. He had trucks and baby dolls. I didn't turn away from something just because it was pink or too cute. Nevertheless he still gravitated to traditionally male toys; trucks, cars, dirt, balls, etc. I bought him a couple Barbie dolls (a boy and a girl) so he would have the option to do imaginary play with them or role play. I distinctly remember the day they arrived. He was asleep so I unpackaged it and just set it at his play spot. He woke up from a nap and immediately noticed it sitting there. He asked me what it was. I told him it was just a doll that he can play with if he wants to. He burst into tears and cried, "But I don't want to play with that mommy!" I quickly reassured him that it was not a requirement, just an option, and if he didn't want to play with them that was ok. They became toys for when his friends that are girls come over to visit. But even though he doesn't really like dolls or any of those types of toys, it still pisses me off when people says things like "Well at least he doesn't play with dolls!" As if that is the most grotesque idea in the world. Ugh. Just don't.
3. He's such a mama's boy. Oh yeah, because he's a human with EMOTIONS?! Right, I forget that boys aren't supposed to cry. I say bullshit. My grandpa, may he RIP, always taught us that true strength in a man comes with his ability to show his heart. If a man cries, it is not a weakness, but a sign that he cares, that he can feel compassion, that he is a good, strong man. I hate when people think that my son is weak because he gravitates to his mother for comfort. I hate when people expect him to just shake it off without even recognizing or acknowledging the emotion that's there. No wonder so many boys grow up to have anger issues!
Yes, having boys comes with it's own unique set of disgraceful gender stereotypes. I work really hard to teach my son that things aren't really that way and that he doesn't have to be the way others expect him to be. I know he'll face these decisions all the time, for the rest of his life. To be himself or not to be himself. That is certainly a challenge we can all relate to. But until he starts facing those decisions on his own, I will allow him to explore and express himself however he feels comfortable. Because that's what I'm supposed to do as a mom (in my opinion). My job is to give him the space to find himself and love that self.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Reading Recommendation For Mindful Parenting
I really love this book. It has been so helpful for me. I think the most reassuring part is that I'm already doing a lot of these things already. But using these methods, I hope, will help my child develop into a pretty great person.
I haven't completed it yet, but when I do I'll be sure to offer a full report!
I haven't completed it yet, but when I do I'll be sure to offer a full report!
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Alternative Cookie Recipes For The Kiddos Who Like To Sample
I remember when I was growing up, my favorite part about making cookies with my mom was sampling the cookie dough. I also loved the fresh baked warm cookies right out of the oven, but for the purposes of this post we will focus on the uncooked dough.
Now back in my day (haha that makes me a little sad to say) we ate the cookie dough raw, complete with raw eggs. To my knowledge I never had Salmonella poisoning, and from what I've read, the odds of actually getting Salmonella poisoning from eating raw eggs is pretty slim (you can read more about this by doing a quick google search or here is a good article).
That said, I personally don't want to take any chances. My husband always cautions me about this and if I disregarded his caution then our son got sick I would feel absolutely terrible. So, I started making vegan cookie recipes. They aren't gross! They sound possibly gross, but they are not at all. An added bonus too, at least for the chocolate chip cookie recipe I'll share, is that this is literally the only chocolate chip cookie recipe I can make where my cookies don't turn into crunchy flat cakes. I don't know what it is about chocolate chip cookies, but I suck at making them no matter what I do. My sister-in-law is credited for first sharing this recipe with me, and I know it's not original, but neither one of us can remember where we found it. I've also made some modifications to the amount of coconut oil added and honestly, I don't use all vegan products. The expense of purchasing vegan products like almond milk or vegan chocolate chips compared to regular cow's milk and normal chocolate chips is just too shocking for my pocketbook to handle. I know, there's people judging me and my evil ways right now, but until eating healthier becomes more economical I'm probably not going to do it. It's just too expensive. Mainly, I just try to avoid the eggs.
So here is my favorite vegan chocolate chip recipe and my favorite peanut butter cookie recipe. I hope your little ones enjoy eating them before they are cooked as much as we do!
The peanut butter cookie recipe can be found here. For my own recipe I used regular flour also and regular milk. The results are pictured below.
Now back in my day (haha that makes me a little sad to say) we ate the cookie dough raw, complete with raw eggs. To my knowledge I never had Salmonella poisoning, and from what I've read, the odds of actually getting Salmonella poisoning from eating raw eggs is pretty slim (you can read more about this by doing a quick google search or here is a good article).
That said, I personally don't want to take any chances. My husband always cautions me about this and if I disregarded his caution then our son got sick I would feel absolutely terrible. So, I started making vegan cookie recipes. They aren't gross! They sound possibly gross, but they are not at all. An added bonus too, at least for the chocolate chip cookie recipe I'll share, is that this is literally the only chocolate chip cookie recipe I can make where my cookies don't turn into crunchy flat cakes. I don't know what it is about chocolate chip cookies, but I suck at making them no matter what I do. My sister-in-law is credited for first sharing this recipe with me, and I know it's not original, but neither one of us can remember where we found it. I've also made some modifications to the amount of coconut oil added and honestly, I don't use all vegan products. The expense of purchasing vegan products like almond milk or vegan chocolate chips compared to regular cow's milk and normal chocolate chips is just too shocking for my pocketbook to handle. I know, there's people judging me and my evil ways right now, but until eating healthier becomes more economical I'm probably not going to do it. It's just too expensive. Mainly, I just try to avoid the eggs.
So here is my favorite vegan chocolate chip recipe and my favorite peanut butter cookie recipe. I hope your little ones enjoy eating them before they are cooked as much as we do!
The peanut butter cookie recipe can be found here. For my own recipe I used regular flour also and regular milk. The results are pictured below.
Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies
INGREDIENTS
- 1/2 to 3/4 C coconut oil (I start with 1/2 then add a little bit more if the mixture is too crumbly)
- 1 C brown sugar
- 1/4 C almond milk
- 1 tbs vanilla extract
- 2 C flour
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1 C vegan chocolate chips
INSTRUCTIONS
- Cream together coconut oil and brown sugar then add vanilla and almond milk.
- In a separate bowl mix flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.
- Combine wet and dry then fold in chocolate chips. Resulting mixture should be slightly smooth. If crumbly, you may add more coconut oil until smooth.
- Roll into balls, place on cookie sheet, and flatten. (Flatten as much as you need. The cookies will not spread when cooked so whatever shape they go in will be the shape they come out.
- Bake at 350 for 8 to 10 minutes
- Allow to cook on cookie sheet for a bit before moving them to a cooling rack.
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