Food

A Nice Week Indeed Contest!

I don’t know about you, but I really enjoyed my week. It involved much family time, coffee, and actually getting stuff done. Here are some pictures from my favorite parts of the week!

Now here’s where you get to have a little fun: in the comments, post a picture from this week that you really like or tell me a story of your favorite part of the week! I will do a drawing, and one lucky winner will get to choose a free item of their choice from my etsy shop! In your comment underneath your picture or story, just put a link to the item you want. You can find them all if you click here. The winner will be announced on Monday. Go!

Coffee How I Like It.

Well I didn’t post yesterday or Wednesday, which is a big fat FAIL. I’ve been having a rough week, and during weeks like this I tend to not do anything that I should do. Fear and laziness. Plan and simple.

I know I should be writing about what I’ve been going through, but I’m just not quite ready to do that yet. Instead I’ll prolong the inevitable and talk about coffee.

Hey, I’m just being honest.

So I’m not a big hot coffee drinker. I will drink the scolding lava every now and then, but I’m a iced-drinker at heart. Maybe it’s because I run hot, or perhaps I’m just a wuss. Call it what you will. Iced coffee is better.

I’ve found over the past several years that coming up with a time efficient and not-watered-down iced coffee recipe has proven to be difficult. I almost threw a cup of soggy coffee on the floor once because I was so mad that a COFFEE SHOP had no idea how to make an iced coffee. I’ve also had a few friends share with me their iced woes. I found a blog that talked about freezing ice cubes of coffee and putting that into your hot cup, but I just don’t buy it. You’d have to use A LOT of ice cubes to get it to at least room temp. And I’ve tried making a big batch of coffee and putting it in a pitcher and letting sit in the fridge. But that just leaves the coffee stale.

Are you ready for this? I have found the solution. Well at least for me. Here is a simple and pretty convenient way to make iced coffee at home. And yes, you SHOULD be making your own. Don’t be wasting your hard earned bread at Starbucks everyday (but do waste it sometimes…..)

Ok, here we gooooo…..

First brew your coffee (duh.) I put a picture up of a coffee grinder because you need to be grinding your own coffee. Vacuum packed Folgers is not acceptable. I know that grocery stores and coffee shops offer to grind the pound for you, but it will just never be as fresh as grinding your own. You can get a grinder for as cheap as $10 at Walmart. Make the investment.

Pour your coffee into your mug, and set it in the freezer. As you can see, there have been some coffee spills that I’ve chosen to ignore. Gross. Anyway, leave it in there for one hour. If you wanna get a little crazy, shoot for the stars and go for the hour and a half. Your coffee will have some frozen froth in there. Yum.

 

While you’re waiting, do something fun like stare at your cute baby. If you don’t have a baby, play with your pet. Or get ready for work. Or take a couple of laps. Or do whatever you like to do for an hour.

Can you tell that I’m not very good at pouring things? Take the coffee out of the freezer, and pour it into a regular glass. I’m kinda anal about this. I don’t like to drink my iced coffee in a hot coffee mug. There’s no particular reason. Usually I pour it into my cute teal iced coffee tumbler, but unfortunately it is sitting in the back seat of our car parked at Daniel’s office.

Now for the sugar and cream. Here’s where it gets debatable. I like to add my sugar in AFTER it’s gotten cold. No, it doesn’t desolve as well but I like it that way. It leaves some sugar granules at the bottom of the glass for later, and I love the crunching texture of sugar between my teeth. But of course you can add the sugar before you put it in the freezer so it melts first thing. Also, I don’t usually use heavy whipping cream to lighten my coffee, it’s like drinking love handles. Usually I use Organic Valley’s Half-n-Half and somehow justify that that’s healthier.

Add some ice cubes and drink up!

I go through this process every morning and it has worked out just fine. No watered down or stale coffee. It’s worth the hour wait, and I have that time to kill anyway. Most people wake up at least an hour before they go to work, so just brew that cup first thing. If you simply don’t have the extra sixty minutes in your morning, then you can make your coffee the night before. But only make enough for one serving and make sure you cover or put a top on the glass while it sits overnight. I just hate a skunky, dried out cup of coffee. It tastes like bad beef jerky.

So how do you like your coffee? Any good recipes you’d like to share?

Food and Comfort.

Yesterday was just crazy. It started late Sunday night while we were enjoying hang out times with our friends Ray and Allison. Our toilets flooded the hallway and my craft room, leaving the two hubs to clean it up. Around 1 in the morning Abram was consistently awake every 30-45 minutes until I finally took him out of his crib at around 5:30 and realized he was really working hard for each breath (judge me if you want, but I had no idea that was going on. I couldn’t hear any gasping and I just thought he was having a restless night because he’s been teething hardcore lately). We took him to the ER and he was extremely cheerful and energetic for not be able to breath very well. The doctors gave him a few breathing treatments and steroids to open up those lungs and sent us on our way with a crap load of prescriptions. The car was giving us trouble, and Daniel spent a good portion of the evening on the roof trying to figure out where the septic tank was to solve the toilet problem. We slept like the lifeless, most inanimate objects last night. All three of us.

Needless to say, I didn’t get a chance to post yesterday. Sometimes all of these things come at once and you just go into “get crap done” mode and be responsible adults. What was so surprising to me was that Daniel or myself never really freaked out or had a meltdown over all of the stuff. Whether it was a huge sense of peace, or we were just too tired to feel anything, we handled it pretty well and as a team. It felt good.

However…. I did find a great deal of comfort in food yesterday. Which leads me into the meat of what I want to share. Now I realize this is about to get pretty spiritual or “religious.” I know blogs like the kind I am trying to have usually keep it pretty light and positive. But I want people to see every part of me, not just the cute and “crafty” parts.

This is what I wrote in my journal this morning, and this was my written prayer afterwards:

Sometimes food is everything. This is a reality that I’ve been denying for a long time, because it is shameful and humiliating. Food makes me feel so good for those few seconds or minutes that I am eating it. My problems go away. I’m addicted to that comfort. I worship that comfort through food. Why? I hate this so much, more than any other time I’ve dealt with it in my life. I hate it because it makes me weak and leaves me feeling like a failure. I hate it because it means I am a little like my dad. I hate it most because it keeps me from feeling pretty and sexy (regardless of how he sees me) for Daniel. I want to hate it because it comes between God and I, but truthfully I don’t think about that nearly as much. I’ve turned two inherently good things into evil idols of worship: food and comfort. I’m not getting my refuge and sustenance from God because I’m not seeking it out.

Father,

I want to overcome this so bad. But I just realized it’s for the wrong reasons. It’s all wrong, every bit of it. I’m trapped, enslaved, chained to this sin struggle. I need you to save me from this. It’s just another confirmation that I’ll never stop needing the gospel. As painful as I can imagine this is going to be, please break me of this sin. It’s roots are deep, possibly to the darkest caves and trenches of my sub-conscious and soul. It’s probably going to be bloody, so please douse the wounds with grace and mercy, never ceasing to show me how much You love me. I want to come out of this strong, and proclaiming your name.

Your Beloved,

Megan

 

As hard as it is to reveal the parts of myself that I painfully don’t want others to see, I believe it’s necessary. Transparency will lead to victory. Here’s my struggle right now. What’s yours? Like my pastor said on Sunday, “We are all addicted to something.”