This summer, our friend, Rebekah, gave us an awesome gift for grain-intolerant: cassava flour. Since then, we’ve made a small handful of yummy baked goods with it: cupcakes, muffins, and even a pizza, and today, we’d like to share our recipe for paleo blueberry muffins!
These are the perfect treat for a snowy Saturday morning, and they’re easy to make.
You get lots of taste and enjoyment from eight simple ingredients!
- One stick (half a cup) of softened butter (if you don’t like any dairy, you can replace it with coconut oil)
- Three large eggs
- Half a cup of honey
- One teaspoon of vanilla
- Half a teaspoon of salt
- Half a teaspoon of baking soda
- One-and-a-half cups of Read More
On Goals – by Ashley
It’s January 2nd here on the farm, and it’s cold and very beautiful. The days are short, and our outside activities are focused on feeding our animals (Daniel) and exercising (me, hah!), so we have plenty of time to work on our plans for the coming months.
Like a lot of you, we spent a few hours yesterday making a list of our goals. (Check out our list of goals here.)
There are two schools of thought regarding making plans: the first is that goals provide us with the criteria we use to measure success; the second is that it is silly to make plans, because things Read More
Penny Llama is an elegant creature: she is tall, poised, and discerning. If she were a person, she would be a prima ballerina—or an old-school librarian with cool glasses and a secret flair for The Ramones. Her presence is commanding without being pushy, and I found myself drawn to her as soon as Tess loaned her to us to guard our sheep.
My respect for her is such that I always refer to her as “Penny Llama.” It seems too familiar to refer to her just as “Penny,” and “Llama” objectifies her in a manner for which I am not qualified: I have never met another llama and know little Read More
A couple of days ago, I had the pleasure of going jogging. This might not sound fun to a lot of you, but to me it is. The weather was perfect—probably 77—and the sky was clear. Just like last weekend, when I wanted to jog but literally did not have the strength.
Usually when I’m jogging, I think about the scenery, and watching for approaching cars, and, most often, how much longer (and farther) until I can stop. I count down the distance and the minutes, rarely going farther than the distance I have established as an appropriate maximum, and often running less than that distance.
That’s the thought that predominates: Read More