I passed!

...my GD screening, that is. If you're curious, I got a 107, and anything greater than or equal to 140 would have required further testing.

I rewarded myself this morning by spreading honey on my peanut butter toast. I also put the two slices together so I could eat them as a sandwich, which is neither here nor there.

And I may or may not have had a secret number of cornflake cookies yesterday, a few hours after the test.

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My caramel hot tub.

I followed a chocolate brownie cake recipe I found online.

The blogger warned me that the cake might cave in as it cooled.




It did.

The recipe also said that, because I was supposed to fill the top of the cake with honey-roasted peanuts (I made them, too) and caramel sauce, this caving-in of the brownie cake wouldn't matter.




It didn't.


Never has something that looked so much like a hot tub tasted sooooo good.

I'd forgotten about this guy.

I suddenly recalled a childhood staple I hadn't eaten in years -- the grilled peanut butter and honey sandwich. Oh, how I loved them.

So I made one after work on Friday, as a nod to "after school snacks" of yore.

It's just as good as I remembered, even with more "grown up" whole wheat bread and raw honey. I want another and another and another...

Snacks for Dinner

Milk, Greek yogurt with raw honey, Muenster cheese, Kalamata olives, golden delicious apple, spicy salami.

Take Two.

I've described the failure I had when I went down the healthy-rice-krispies-treat route. I got tricked by a recipe and ended up with frozen beauties which did not travel well (even a few steps from the freezer).

On a hunch, however, I bought some full-fat Greek yogurt on my way to work one morning, dropped two of the marshmallow-free cripsies inside, and ate it all up for breakfast.

The Greek yogurt, crispy brown rice cereal, sesame seeds, honey, and dried fruit blended together in a charming way. I'm so glad these healthy "cupcakes" are not going to go to waste.

A taste of honey

If you found this in my cupboard you might be tempted to throw it out. No, no, silly. It's still good.

Until this year I'd never bought raw honey. Oh, I'd had "honey." I'd had the stuff in the bear...and the stuff you can buy in a jar and pour into the bear once you've used up the original bear honey and washed out the bear. I probably even tried a bite of honeycomb in my grade school days, but it didn't occur to me that one could get raw honey at the store, keep it in one's cupboard, and eat it all one likes.

Raw honey is expensive. I found mine at Whole Foods and spent a few moments looking at the price tag and thinking about whether I should risk it. But the jar holds over 2 lbs of the stuff and it's lasting for months and months. And, as it turns out, the flavor is simply worth it (though it may seem an acquired taste to those used to milder, processed honey). It's strong, sweet, viscous gold.

This honey is pesticide free, unheated and unstrained. It's got pollen, propolis, honeycomb, and live enzymes. That translates to a layer of crunchy bits on the top. What's underneath is thick and rich and smooth.



Eat a spoonful. Have it in your tea. Drizzle it on your corn bread or biscuits. Use it in baking. Wash your face in it. Or think it's gross and leave it all for me. I don't mind.

I'm never going back to the bear.