Almond Flour Cinnamon Rolls

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I awoke this weekend nostalgic as all get up for cinnamon rolls. Growing up, we rarely ever made them from scratch, instead used the dough boy’s (you know, in that tube you peeled to pop it open), often with orange frosting because my sister has a sweet spot for fruit in her sweets, and it’s good. And they were good. But, alas, my family eats no grains and we make most things from scratch now a days. The old days were good ones, but I’m happy here, too. And I have been working with almond flour like it’s nobody’s business–except I’m making it yours, now, too. Almond flour is divine. It’s simply magical!

After I got the senator up and running (you have to get the fire really hot first, before you can preheat the oven in our house), I began to make the dough. We typically find that almond flour works well in almost any dough setting if we use a blanket recipe (2 1/2 cups almond flour, 1/2 tsp. baking soda, 1/2 tsp. salt, 2 eggs, 1/4 cup oil or butter) adding a few bits here or there. So taking this blanket recipe, I adapted it for our cinnamon rolls.

Cinnamon Rolls
3 cups almond flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup melted butter (or oil of your choice, the flavor of coconut oil would work well for this recipe)
2 pastured eggs
1 tablespoon maple syrup (or honey!)

1 1/2 cup pecans and walnuts and raisins, coarsely chopped up
2 tablespoons maple syrup (or honey!)
1 tablespoon cinnamon (ground)

Preheat oven to about 350 degrees (almond flour cooks beautifully at lots of temperatures, I’ve even cooked biscuits in a jam at 200 degrees for 15 minutes longer than the recipe called!), so stand by.

Mix first three ingredients in a bowl. Add butter, mix. Add eggs one at a time, mix. Add maple syrup, mix.

Knead it with a spatula or your hands.
Spread a ball on parchment paper on a flat surface. Kneed a bit. Pat it down into a nice big squarish shape. You can use a second piece of parchment paper and use a rolling pin, but we like to pat it with our hands.

In a small bowl, mix together the nut and raisin combination with the maple syrup and cinnamon.
Spread thinly on your dough.

Use your parchment paper to help roll it into a long log. You will need the assistance of your parchment paper, because this dough is made from almond flour it’s not as stretchy and sticky as a wheat or other gluten flour.

Once you have a nice rolled log, wrap it up in the parchment paper and plop it in the freezer while you make your icing.

Vanilla Cream Cheese Icing
4 oz. cream cheese (you can make it by straining 12 oz of yogurt with a tight knit cheese cloth or tea towel for an hour or more–monitoring for consistency), softened
4 tablespoons butter, softened
2 tablespoons heavy whipping cream (you could use milk, half and half, coconut milk, or almond milk, with extremely similar results)
1 tablespoon maple syrup (or honey!)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Orange Cream Cheese Icing
Same as above, omit the vanilla, add 1/2 teaspoon orange zest and 1/2 teaspoon orange extract

Mix using a hand blender, hand beaters, or an immersion blender.
Scoop into a bowl. Set aside.

Retrieve your log from the freezer. Unroll the parchment paper onto a cookie sheet.  Take the log (not frozen, only a little hardened from the cold) and cut two inch sections, evenly.  Flip them (so the spiral is facing up) and spread on your parchment paper.

Bake for 15-25 minutes.  Stay close, though, because they could cook faster or slower in your oven!  You want the top to be lightly golden, the middle to be tender (not doughy), and the sides to be beautifully blonde.

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Let the rolls cool slightly.
Ice them with your frosting.  Enjoy!

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Today is for Lovers

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Today, I’m loving on:

:: the pizza dough we ate last night for dinner.
:: knitting!! I wake in the middle of the night dreaming about upcoming projects! What should I knit next?

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:: “dried bone broth” (we boiled stock down into a demi glaze–even thicker–and spread it thinly on a pan of parchment paper and dehydrated it at 115 degrees for 10 hours. It made a fruit roll up style broth leather. We rolled it, sliced it into 1/2 inch cinnamon roll-esque chunks and put it in a small sealed jar in the refrigerator. Four small roll ups for one quart! I love love LOVE saving space and eating well!)
:: this! Just reinstates my feelings on adopting older children at a later point in my life. And, it’s just plain comical!
:: the idea of taking this class sets my heart a-sailing!
:: a holiday in the name of love! I wrote a little about it last year, but I just love love.

What do you love today, sweet valentine reader?

reflecting inward

As this dark season sets into her groove, as the moon grows again from dark to full, as the warmth of the senator wood stove brings my feet comfort, and as bone broth bubbles and brews, I’m giving myself time to reflect inward.  Lately I have been curious about balancing give and take.  In years and even months prior, I gave a lot.  I wrote letters by the day (yes, day!) and sent them even to friends in my town; I gave generously of my time and my time was much more abundant to give outside my family unit; I spent hours fermenting and bubbling and brewing in the kitchen; I gave a lot.  It’s come to my attention that giving in this inhale period, the deep dark winter looks a lot more like taking from an outside perspective.  I rest assured each night that I’m still giving all I have; I’m giving all I have to a very small number of people, one place, and even fewer things.  I’m giving to my small bubble.  And it feels just right.

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On January’s dark moon I planted the seed to remind myself that I trust my inner wisdom.  The wise woman deep in my spirit, in the heart of me, in the waters of my living womb, the old soul whispering the words of truth.  This weekend I celebrated February’s dark moon, lunar imbolc, the start of the Chinese new year (the year of the serpent!), the sacred and special day for me to once again deeply reflect inward in nourishing fashion.  This month, I plant the seed and intention of honoring my intuition.  Similar a seed, I know.  I am cultivating and nurturing this intention dearly this year.  I am so connected to the world, to my ancestry, to the ancestry of my chosen family, of the chosen ground on which I step and sleep, to nature–the swaying trees, the living waters, the dirt and sand and ash, the warmth of every fire, I am connected to you.  And through all of those connections, I am harvesting the strength to believe in my first instinct, to trust and honor what my first instinct tells me.  My mind often rationalizes this feeling; my heart emotionalizing this feeling.  Sometimes these rational or emotional aspects help to balance my gut’s intuition, but generally, it stands alone.  I’m planting the seed to honor my intuition.  What seed are you planting this month? 

Self-Growth Leads to Teaching Growth

glitter and gritIt’s nice to be with Willa, with children.  They are so imitative.  Reminding me on a daily basis to continue seeking self-growth.  Erich Gabert, in Education and Adolescence (which I found in the ever-compelling parenting book Beyond the Rainbow Bridge), speaks of this exact notion:

“The growing and developing child listens to the growing and developing in the teacher.  Therefore, just as much as the teacher works on himself, so much can he work on his pupils and so he can teach them.  Education and self-education are one and the same.  This knowledge takes away the sense of inadequacy.  The question is not how far I have come and how much I can accomplish, but rather that I must constantly struggle.  I can give the children to the same degree that I work on myself.”

Something I find is Willa’s direct connection to my own emotions.  Could this be true, too, for those simply in our environment?  I’ve heard people with a “circles” theory that our very being produces vibrations in circles and the closer we are to someone the tighter our circles are cycling (the bigger the overlapping or intersection of our venn diagram, so-to-speak).  So, while those in your intimate life will affect you deeply, also, consequently, someone at the market could directly influence our cycle, our vibration, our self-growth.  What if everyone was striving for self-growth?  Would everyone around them continue striving even more?  If you felt someone else striving, would you strive harder?  Not in the competitive way, but in a general goodness kind of way.

I notice my mood affecting those around me.  If my mood constantly exuded self-education and growth, would my contemporaries and those around me also seek such development?  How do you learn best?  By example?  I know children do!  I also remember Mimi and my mom saying that “imitation is the highest form of flattery”.  Ah, yes, when someone does something you do it’s because you’re leading such an example.  What a better compliment?

Today is for Lovers

Things I’m loving today:

:: we’ve decided that we can live on our current household store of wares for a long time (they are quality, and mostly we are keeping minimal, and not buying things!), but perhaps you haven’t found the perfect wooden bowl just yet?  Harriott Grace is divine.  Simply beautiful.  They have new things!
:: for our wedding we got the dehydrator extraordinaire, the sausage maker, they call it!  (We chose this one because I didn’t want plastic shelving and this machine offers 100 percent stainless steel shelving; my sister-in-law also recommended it.)  We have yet to use it, but I just brought it from its box and assembled it.  I’m so excited to make these chips with dandelion greens, and fruit leathers, and which ones would you recommend?  I’m going to make up my own!
:: I love being with Willa every single day!
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What do you love today?

DIY household cleaners

0c6fbaabce5a1b1f55bd1bf593d64606To make a simple and effective household cleaner, you need not look outside your home!  We fight even the toughest stains on our white kitchen ceramic sink with baking soda (our wood stove coats most of our cast iron pans in a soot to be seen, when we wash them our sink becomes scarred and marked, this is a revolution for our home)!  We spray everything down with the cleaning anti-bacterial essential oils of tea tree and lemon and water.  For tough messes, simply combine all of the said ingredients with some vinegar or lemon juice and water and you have the tough action fighting cleaner!

DIY All Purpose Household Spray
10 drops essential oil of your choice (lavender is also anti-bacterial, oregano oil is extremely antimicrobial, etc.)Water to fill your spray bottle

DIY Gritty Household Scrub
5 drops essential oil
2 tablespoons of Dr. Bronners liquid soap
1/4 cup baking soda
1/2 cup water
1/4 cup vinegar or lemon juice
mix all ingredients in a mason jar.  It will make a thick paste.  Use on the counter, in the sink, to clean out any ceramic coffee mug with stains, all enamelware (you know we love those!)

For the living room, look in your first aid kit!  Hydrogen peroxide cleans stains on your carpet, your couch, your throw pillows, and your rugs!

And for the redwood we have all around our home, we like to polish with a simple solution of 1 cup olive oil plus the juice of one lemon (or orange, or both! it’s citrus season, after all!).  The cabinets smell so delicious and look beautiful, too.

We don’t have a single “locked” cabinet in our home.  I want to keep my children safe and having all natural home-made cleaners keeps me resting assured that they are.  It also aligns just dandy with our money budget!

What cleaner do you make yourself?

what I loved on the farm

We’ve almost been in the forest for two months.  Time flies whether it’s fun or not (it’s been fun, mostly).  I love being in the forest.  It’s really cozy.  Winter is dark, forest or not, but in the forest, it’s especially dark as the sun hangs low, perched safely close to the horizon.  We are returning to light, now.  As I recall our couple years on the farm (hard to believe it was nearly two!), I delight at the brightness of it.  Our first night sleeping in the shanty (with only three walls, mind you), the full moon came rising up over the hills above the canyon.  It was a good omen.  A wild adventure lay ahead.  But it was always open, exposed, bright.  I loved that on the farm.

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I could see the moon’s cycle without seeking her or peeking at my calendar.  I loved that on the farm.  As a woman (and a human, and an earthling) I feel such a direct pull and connection to the moon.  Knowing the cycle and the full time and dark time really brings my body a deep connection to nature and gives me a sense of feeling connected to you, even.  I love that.

I loved the farmers, on our farm.  I loved that every week day, early to rise, they were sowing seeds, or pulling watering tape, or picking weeds, or harvesting vegetables, or washing vegetables in the shed, or driving the flatbed farm truck.  I loved that we could visit them across the farm witness the real work preparing food, that it was in our face.  I loved how hard our farmers work ethic is.  I loved Willa seeing that.  I loved hearing the loud tractor driving by our bus, and Willa getting excited about seeing the farmer driving.  I loved that we wanted to spend a moment or many with our farmers.  They were a pleasure to be around; like minded and beautiful.  I loved that our farmers were totally fashionable, too.

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I love looking at photographs from our life on the farm and seeing our daughter, sans nappies, enjoying her freedom to roam and to eliminate when she wanted.  I love seeing how happy she looks.  The open air, the fertile ground, the expansive sky, the water so close by.  I had a song I’d sing from the moment we moved there;

No home is more beautiful than our home.
No home is more beautiful than hour home.
We live by the ocean, the ocean in your eyes.
We live by the mountains, the mountains meet the sky.
No home is more beautiful than our home.

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I loved how good we ate.  The food was so fresh, so delicious.  So right there!  It was downright dreamy, y’all.  We never took it for granted, for this I’m grateful, but we sure do miss it now.  We’ve recently signed up for our first CSA and it’s so much fun for our forest abode.  I’m hoping to work trade with a few farming friends in the near future, and eventually to grow some of our own food in a garden (our current spot is a little dark right now for anything more than herbs).  I loved working the farmers’ market for our farmers.  Every Saturday for a year and a half we drove the ole flat bed farm truck out to the market and set up the stand.  We met some of our favorite Santa Cruz people at this job.  We loved the trading, the community, the camaraderie we felt while there.  I loved that about the farm, for sure.

glitter and gritI loved the life we lived on the farm.  It completely validates my desires to live on our own homestead one day.  I want animals, I want food, I want space to run and play.  These things I know.

Until that time, we are following the signs wherever they bring us, and living present in each moment.  We are currently in a beautiful redwood nook, still in Santa Cruz for the time being, and while we aren’t completely sustainable, we don’t haul our own water anymore, we still find most of our life to be grounded and rooted in the mother earth below us, while soaring high with the beauty around us.

I love this about our life, wherever we are.

Today is for Lovers

Things I love today:

:: this article speaks soul talk!  Everyone comes unraveled, sometimes.  And she beautifully writes about how I myself may come unraveled sometimes.
:: I can’t believe that it’s taken me so long to find the beautiful Roost blog.  I think, even, my mother-in-law mentioned it one time or another, and I missed it then.  Right now, I’m fantasizing about cooking these beautiful waffles for breakfast this Saturday!
:: I love Guy Clark radio on Pandora.
:: I love morning baths under the canopy of the forest.
:: I love my daughter sipping tea on our back porch.
:: I love our new forest tent bathroom (pictures coming, I promise!).  I love it all so much.
:: um, yes please!  You know I love tiny homes, and this one is the cream top, that milky kitchen ceiling and the the exposed wood wall.  The wood stove, oh the wood stove!  The literacy wall–I tried, believe you me I tried to push for a full wall of books in the bus; I was vetoed in the nature of storing dishes, the refrigerator, the table, you know practical things (I’m glad, because one day we’ll have a tiny home that is a little bigger than our current tiny home, and there, there my friends will be a full wall of books!).
tiny-house-jessica-helgerson-1:: :: this gives me goosebumps and I hear a calling to our home, our land, loud like the wolf howling on the full moon.  It’s so beautiful.
:: I love you, for understanding my absence in the past few weeks.  For understanding that I’m nesting, big time.  That I’m spending every last moment with my daughter, or enjoying grandparents doing the same before our baby comes into our life.  You, are a real gem, sweet reader.

What do you love today?

Sense and Sensability

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Today I hear
the ancestral pocket watch (bus wall clock) ticking–the ticktock clock of time, the beautiful moment to moment

Today I see
the tips of the redwood trees swaying in the wind

Today I smell
musk, a deep forest flume wafting up the valley

Today I feel
the smooth and cold glass bottle of raw milk

Today I taste
homemade chili from my husband and our slow cooker

As I’m preparing for our baby to arrive–they call this nesting–I’m finding a general peace in the unknown. There is a part of me, the very gritty part, who wants to know answers. Last dark moon I drew a goddess card, Nut, the Goddess of Mystery. An ah-ha moment (I love those!) came slowly piling onto my plate as the moon began to wax. Now as the full moon grows again dark, I’m listening to the beat of my inner wisdom sing and dance. And that inner wisdom speaks very sensibly of mystery. The unknown. My inner rooted wisdom is an alchemist, transforming beneath my feet the earth into a peaceful place to set a pace of calm amidst any unraveling that my take place.

I love when sense comes about from what seems like a lack of sense and rationality.

What’s engulfing your senses? How about your sensibility?

Today is for Lovers

Things I’m loving today:

:: that it feels like spring in Santa Cruz in the middle of winter.
:: that a storm is on the way.
:: our new tent cabin arrived this week, has been erected, and is the most dreamy birth room/bathroom I could have imagined. So pioneer!
:: this face:

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:: my mom just left and taught me to knit while she was here!  I’m so so so in love!!  Now where do I turn for patterns and projects?  Any suggestions?
:: we don’t eat much (any) sugar in our house but these look so beautiful.  Like they should be ornaments!
:: I’m just about ready for a continuous brew to come live on our counter, in our new tent cabin, or wherever I can find room!  Having my mom and her oldest dear friend in town was so rejuvenating for me–it takes a village to raise children, and seeing how happy Willa was with her Gigi really got me ready to build a guest house on our property so my family can come visit for months at a time!
:: I love being pregnant, what a miracle.

What do you love, today, sweet reader?