I’ve never felt such a motherly frustration as I have the past two weeks. Our daughter has had a mysterious sickness and has had no appetite. My normal amazing eater wanting nothing but grapes and berries….and I wanting nothing more than for her to eat. Anything.
I’ll spare you of my motherly woos, and tell you of a saving grace…Get Well Popsicles!! A blend of plain Greek yogurt, berries, coconut water, chia seeds, garden kale, and veggie powder.
This recipe is an “in the moment” creation. I cook like my grandmother, with my senses. Don’t get me wrong I love a good recipe too. However, once I’m familiar with something, watch out. A “cup” becomes a “handful”….there’s a sprinkle, a dash. Honestly even those words don’t feel right. I know by sight and smell, and of course taste. Sorry that’s just how I learned!
That said, I had such a request for this recipe that I made it again and tried to keep track of quantities better. Mix the dry ingredients in bowl and the wet in another. Then add the wet to the dry and mix in the berries. Gentle, don’t over mix! Divide batter between 12 muffin tins. Finish with a crumbling of topping on each and pop in the oven.
1 1/4 c white spelt flour
1..2 c whole spelt flour
1 t baking soda
1/4 t baking powder
1/4 t cinnamon
2 eggs (or 1/3 cup applesauce)
sweetener to taste
2 large bananas mashed
1 t vanilla
1/3 c coconut oil
handful of blueberries
For the topping mix together:
1/4 c oats plus 1/4 c spelt flour and enough coconut oil to achieve crumble consistency. Feel free to add a bit of sweetener of choice. I also like to add chia seeds, hemp seeds, etc
Bake at…uh oh, I baked mine on the BBQ because we don’t have A/C and I’m married to a guy with Russian blood (aka he DOES NOT like a hot house and I don’t like a grouchy husband…not that I’m saying my husband is ever grouchy). Try baking 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes. Once a toothpick comes out clean, call it done!
We call them Monkey Muffins.
Anyone who knows me, knows my love for cooking. I have so many memories from childhood of cooking with my grandparents and friends. I actually started taking cooking classes when I was in first grade. A women down the street from us would charge all the neighborhood kids 50 cents each to learn a special recipe. We would all gather together, a children’s parade, and walk to her house together. No adult supervision, just a mob of kids each with two quarters in her (and his) pocket to learn such things as cupcakes in ice cream cones and quesadillas. They were simple, fun recipes, but enough to ignite an interest that would last into my adulthood.
As a busy mom entrepreneur, I find that most of my creative energy happens in the kitchen. I’m in there anyway. The family needs to eat. So why not incorporate creative energy and time with the kids?! It’s an opportunity for me to share my passion and to bring healthy (and sometimes totally unhealthy) foods to our table.
This particular day, two over ripe bananas sit in our fruit bowl. Such an ingredient normally leads to one of three things; banana bread, banana “ice cream” (frozen bananas pushed through the champion juicer), or granola. Today it’s granola. The house smells amazing.
One can never fully understand the beauty of the female body, until one has experienced child birth. Unfortunately this means that men will never have a full understanding, as they can only witness the miracle rather than experience the journey. And one must experience the journey…the fear, the joy, the trust of things known and unknown, the power, the raw moment of letting go.