I have never been much of a cake person, but I love a good vegan, gluten free pumpkin, zucchini, or banana bread. Recently, I had a deep craving for one of these little delights and decided I would make a loaf to enjoy with my housemates. I surfed the web for a recipe that I liked, and most of what I found used more sugar than I wanted and didn’t have much in the way of protein. With this recipe as my main source of inspiration I set to tinkering in the kitchen.
My version makes my tastebuds sing for two reasons:
Living Intentions Sprouted flour (made of Sprouted Organic Buckwheat Flour, Sprouted Almond Meal, Organic Mesquite Pod Powder, Micro-Fine White Chia Seed Powder, and Organic Agave Inulin) and…
Vega Sport Protein, vanilla flavor.
Both items are naturally sweet or sweetened with Stevia and it makes it so I can significantly cut the added sugars. I havn’t tried this recipe with other flours, but REALLY, if you can make it happen, go for the good stuff. You wont be sorry!
|Pumpkin Vanilla protein bread|| |
- ¼ cup gluten- free oats
- ¾ cup sprouted flour
- ½ cup Vega Sport vanilla protein powder
- ¼ cup quinoa flour
- ¼ cup sorghum flour
- ¼ tsp xanthan gum
- ¾ tsp salt
- 1 heaping Tbsp baking powder
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 1 tsp ground ginger
- 1 cup almond milk
- 3 tsp ground flax seeds
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 1½ cups unsweetened kabocha squash puree (this is what I used, and I made my own. You can totally substitute butternut or pumpkin puree and use a can but kabocha squash has a flavor that can NOT be beat)
- ⅓ cup melted coconut oil
- ¾ tsp lemon juice
- maple syrup to taste. I prefer about 1 Tablespoon, but my roommate preferred ¼ cup. Taste the batter! And remember it gets slightly less sweet when it bakes.
- walnuts and oats to sprinkle on top at the end
- Preheat oven to 410 degrees.
- Make your oat flour by grinding whole rolled oats in a food processor or blender until a fine powder texture is reached. Stir together with all the other flours and the xanthan gum. Mix in the rest of the dry ingredients.
- Combine all wet ingredients in a blender and process for a few minutes on lowest setting. Don't skip this step! It is what will keep your bread from being overly crumbly.
- Fold the wet mixture into the dry mixture until a thick, wet batter is formed.
- Grease your loaf pan very well using coconut oil or coconut oil spray. Pour batter into pan.
- Top with a light dusting of walnuts and oats
- Bake for 25-35 minutes. Check to see if your bread is done by using the toothpick test.
- Cool for at least 30 minutes before digging in.
- Enjoy with a dollop of coconut oil and a touch of added maple syrup on top!
Has it already been five weeks of this Saturday Reading series? I can hardly believe it.
Once again , I am incredibly honored to bring you the inspiring blog work of women and queers of the Internet. This week’s round up includes topics of social and romantic health, nutritional health, community health, and mental health. All of these have been wonderful and inspiring reads for me this week, and I hope you’ll enjoy them too!
First of all, do you know the work of Michelle Tea? You should! She’s a great writer, a down-to-earth writer, a hilarious writer, a smutty writer, a damn power house of a writer. She runs the Sister Spit tour (ANOTHER THING YOU SHOULD KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT) and has written multiple books that I would call my favorites. (Her latest, The Mermaid of Chelsea Creek, is just wonderful.) ANYWAY, this article is a slight departure from her fiction and creative non-fiction. Instead, it is a how-to on the topic of the live-in partner. I live with my current partner and it truly is a special sort of wonderful that can turn into a special sort of terrible if mischief isn’t managed.
Michelle’s article is succinct, to the point, and just straight up helpful. A quote: “There is a saying, and I think it might be Buddhist in origin, which is something like: When you have a problem, you have a problem. Knowing that my darling beloved is sensitive to disorderly spaces and open drawers (an OCD-prone friend calls such things “a hair across my heart”), I do my best to try to keep them closed, with all bra straps tucked neatly inside. But when I forget – and I will, because I am human and/or an Aquarius and the little details can escape me – she doesn’t make a thing about it. She has the problem, and she does something about it. I think this is a good tactic, generally. Like, if you want something done in the house, just do it yourself. It’s faster, it’s easier, there is less disturbance. Of course, you have to be really okay with it and not all resentful.”
There you go. TRUE, right? Do your relationship (romantic or otherwise!) a favor and read the whole thing. It’s lovely.
I knew this all-vegan magazine existed, but had never picked it up. I somehow stumbled across this web sneak preview (I’m talking 85 pages worth of sneak preview!) this week and was totally blown away. Not only are the recipes inside very Lacy-friendly (meaning vegan, gluten free, whole foods based and not sugary) they are also photographed BEAUTIFULLY. Healthy food can be so inviting and appealing, and as I delve deeper into the work of Super Strength Health I find myself really geeking out on the lush look of fruits and vegetables. This magazine totally touches on the part of me that wants to look at pretty stuff in good lighting while sipping a green smoothie all. damn. day. Check it out!
First of all, let’s talk about the term bossy, just briefly. YES, as an assertive woman I am called bossy all the time. YES, I think if I were male it would be referred to as “Powerful”. YES, I think that is total bullshit. I also identify as “femme”, which you can read all about in this article.
Bossy Femme just SPEAKS to me. This article lists just some of the things that make up a femme identity. An example:
“Femme is defiance. Femme ignores the male gaze & tells patriarchy to fuck off. Femme is a refusal of the pressure to be thinner, whiter, pimple-free, wrinkle-free, smaller, quieter. Femme says that we’ll take the short skirts but you can keep the catcalls to yourself.”
YES feminine, NO perfectionism, YES dressing with flair, NO to jerks taking that as invitation to make their thoughts heard. (News flash: you are a random man on the street who likes what they see of my outfit? NO FUCKS GIVEN. You are another woman who wants to tell me I look great? WELL SHOOT. I’ll take it. SORRY NOT SORRY.)
4. Affirmationz and Gratitude List- started by Me, cause I can include my own projects, right?
I started an affirmation and gratitude group this month, and I love it. Basically, members write in with their intentions and appreciations for the day and we share it with one another via Google Groups. The act of writing these lists daily has helped me get super clear on what I’m doing with my time and energy. It has helped me grow a keen awareness of the things that happen (even on the bad days!) that have been sweet, helpful, or nice. Reading other member’s lists has helped me to feel like I am a part of someone’s community and like I have a gaggle of people I can root and cheer for. It’s amazing! Some days I am lonely, exhausted, overworked, or discontent and my daily digest will pop into my inbox and I feel refreshed. You should give this practice a shot! (and if you want to join our group, as long as you’re not a creep, get in contact!)
Laci Green is simply awesome. The video speaks for itself!
Have a wonderful weekend!
A few weeks ago I weighed myself. This is something I very rarely do, because it hasn’t been much help in my life, but I was curious. The number that I saw didn’t surprise or phase me. I didn’t take it as some sign that I was a morally superior or inferior human being. It seemed right in line with what I thought was reasonable for me. It seemed normal.
It is worth noting that this weight is a good 60 pounds more than I have weighed in the past. It is also worth noting that I am categorically overweight.
When this picture was taken, I had just finished a run. I had woken up as the sun was rising in Joshua Tree National Park, put on some booty shorts (because I hate pants, real talk) and rolled out of my tent, dislodging stray rocks that stuck to my skin. I drank some coffee leftover from the day before from my trusty travel mug, stretched probably not enough, and I ran. I didn’t turn on the MapMyRun App because it would eat too much of my battery, and I would rather have had music. On my run the sun ascended and started to sear me a little, I got really unbelievably salty, and sunscreen burned my eyes. I watched an indescribably beautiful golden hue spread across the park and I cried.
I felt beautiful. Not in a look-at-me-I’m-such-a-babe way, but in a life is gorgeous, I’m glad to be living it way.
When I got home from my trip I got in the shower and watched days and days of sweat, dust, dirt and sand slide down my body and into the tub. I was content and tired, felt like I had actually done something with my last few days that was out of my routine and that it had left me fundamentally calm.
While scrolling through my pictures I ran across the one in this post and I paused. It was just post run and I think I look funny. My shorts are all willy-nilly and my facial expression is sort of dazed. My shirt is half tucked in. That downward angle looking up? No one likes a picture taken from there.
When I look deeper, though, like really look at the sentiment caught in this picture, I can see that I am experiencing one of the best times of my life so far. I’m smiling down at my partner as I say “DON’T TAKE A PICTURE OF ME FROM THAT ANGLE” and I am loving him. I am using my body because I cherish and respect it, not forcing it to run out of hate for the way that it looks. I’m raising my arms in victory, because well, I woke up at dawn and ran in the dessert. That shit is victorious.
It seems important to say that this is a picture of my categorically overweight body feeling the best that it has ever felt.
It’s a picture of self-esteem through esteemable acts.
It is a picture of health.
I really can’t bring myself to care about the numbers.