Grains and Iron

Do you know why most (all?) cereals are "iron fortified"? It is because of the phytic acid that occurs naturally in the grain.  Humans (and cows, for that matter) do not have the enzyme phytase to break down phytic acid. (Hint, hint: we weren’t meant to eat grains, at least in the way that they’re … Read more

Dear Wal-Mart, How I Define “REAL Food”

I was shopping at your store today and had not eaten lunch on time (this was my fault). I was starving in your store, and more than that, my head started hurting and I couldn’t think straight because my blood sugar was so low. I was at the Happy Valley Store (Oregon), which does not have a full grocery department, but a small one. Even with a small department, I assumed there would be *something* I could eat. I have allergies and sensitivities, and preferences that limit my choices in food. I only eat what I would call “real food,” and unfortunately, I had a difficult time finding any at your store today. When I am out and about and looking for some quick nourishment, this is what I look for:

The Hygiene Hypothesis

Several weeks ago, we found out that Farm Princess is severely allergic to peanuts. The doctor mentioned that more and more people are becoming allergic to peanuts, and I asked him why that is. He said that there are two thoughts on this subject:

1. It is because of the way we process nuts in our country (I will cover that in another post)

2. It is because of the Hygiene Hypothesis

When life happens, ideals go out the window…

I’ve written lots of encouragement πŸ™‚ here for staying on the GAPS diet and doing everything “just right” (I’m a first born–a rule follower–a perfectionist). Today, I’m writing about how to let the perfection go when you can’t do everything “just right.” This is our second night with 4 precious new children in our home. … Read more

Food and Grace

I’m not talking about praying at the dinner table. πŸ™‚ Today we had our homeschool co-op, and I learned that two of my boys were “teaching” the other kids that their snacks were unhealthy, and that donuts are full of chemicals (I told them about the Krispy Kreme Deconstructed article that I had read), and that if everyone just ate like us, they’d be healthy….

I had a talk with my boys about GRACE when we got home, and about judgement. And about not telling people “you’re wrong for doing such and such” because people don’t usually learn or make life-changes that way, and it just simply isn’t polite. Farm Boy 1 said “I just want everyone to be healthy.” For him, I think it’s a matter of compassion–he wants to fix every problem in the world. He thinks by telling people the problem, they’ll automatically want to jump on board and fix it and everyone will have a good, healthy life. Farm Boy 2 wants to make sure everyone knows the RIGHT way to do things. He’s got a bold personality and he’s not afraid to tell people what he thinks is right and wrong. I’m thankful for his strong stance against the many wrong things in this world, but he needs to learn to temper his boldness with some grace.

The Myth of Moderation Part 3: Processed and Chemical Ingredients

Back in November, I wrote The Myth of Moderation Part 1: Sugar, and The Myth of Moderation Part 2: Soy

The reason I wrote these posts was because I have heard so many people say that all foods are good Ò€œin moderation.Ò€ I pointed out the sugar and the soy in a 1 day American menu, and plainly showed that eating the typical American Diet is not eating sugar or soy “in moderation.” Now, for this third post, I want to point out the processed and chemical ingredients.

A Poop Story

No photos in this post, sorry. πŸ™‚ I was reading a blog about how to write successful blogs the other day, and the lady suggested that we be REAL in our blogs. Ok, well, this is as real as it gets. Truth be told, I guess I’ve been known for my funny “poop stories” ever since I was a kid. My husband appreciates them. πŸ˜‰ Why the obsession with poop? Maybe because I knew something was wrong with mine. Maybe it was on my mind because it was happening so often in my day.