This morning I was literally running from the gym to an appointment (Ok, it was coffee with my mom) and I needed a superfast breakfast that would deliver protein and carbs and fit into my autoimmune paleo routine. I had something for protein but what to do for the carbs/veggies?
Enter the parsnips sitting in my veggie crisper for about a week.
I knew parsnips were root veggies and I had definitely roasted them before, but today…today I learned something YUMMY about parsnips. They are heavenly if you roast them at high heat. In coconut oil. And himalayan salt. Almost (but not quite) as good as sweet potato fries with the same preparation. But definitely way yummier than I would’ve thunk!
Here’s what a parsnip looks like if you can’t remember:
So you just peel those guys, chop them into chunk pieces (1-2″), coat them in coconut oil, sprinkle with salt and pop them into the oven (I used a toaster oven) BEFORE you preheat the oven at 425. Cook for about 14 minutes and hello heavenly parsnips!
Here I thought I made up this very complicated recipe all by myself, but it turns out others have been smarter than me and sooner. Sigh!
The Domestic Man did a much better job outlining the whole process and actually taking a picture of the parsnips (I gobbled mine up too fast but they looked pretty much exactly like the picture below) – thanks, Domestic Man, for being such a great photographer.
So, there you have it. Gluten free, dairy free, autoimmune paleo, and paleo friendly parsnips. Add those guys to your shopping list and give it a whirl – you won’t regret it!
I’m doing it.
I’ve spent years covering my grey hair (or is it white?). At first it wasn’t such a big deal. Every 5-6 weeks, no biggie. Now those roots start popping at week 2 and by week 4…I’ve used half a bottle of root concealer in a desperate attempt to cover those pesky guys.
No one told me this was going to be a race against Mother Nature (as if I’d ever take HER on). No one warned me that I was (almost) locking myself into a life of ammonia and ick and not wanting to put my hair in a ponytail because the nape of my neck was a dead give-away. But here I am. And the reality is, had I stopped to ponder ANY of this and where it was headed when I started to cover those greys, this would be a whole different sob story. But I didn’t.
Recently, I’ve been on a seemingly neverending quest to get all the chemicals out of my life. To date, I’ve found replacements for these chemical-laden products:
- Body wash
- Face moisturizer
- Face cleanser
- Laundry Detergent/Dryer Sheets
…But I still have lots of things on my list to tackle. Namely, makeup (I have a few trial products coming soon – will keep you posted) and cleaning supplies.
Obviously putting seriously icky chemicals like ammonia on your scalp and letting it sit there for 30 minutes can’t possibly be good for you but I’ve been resistant to ditch the dye and even considered doing henna instead. And then I thought, For what? So I can run to a henna salon every 3 weeks instead? No thanks.
It’s time to be a big girl and cut my losses and my locks and let those grey babies shine through. I called my hairdresser and she has a plan. It mostly entails shorter hair and highlights to mask the transition better than my currently super-dark hair would (no way I’m doing the skunk route). But I’m doing it.
I’m half excited and half petrified of the coming months. But this all seems part and parcel of whatever weird transition I’m going through right now. I take solace in the quote, Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your ways of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.
I’ll skip the pun about returning to my roots and opt to see this as another step along the path of returning to myself.
Have you walked this path yet? Any advice?
We’ve been to Cannon Beach, Oregon many times but I can’t remember a weekend as lovely as the one we just spent there. There’s just something about lifting your family up and out of their routine and depositing them in the sand, without WiFi, that helps us each remember we actually love one another. A lot. And that each of us is pretty cool in our own little way, especially when we’re not stressed and harried and rushing.
This weekend will linger in my memory hopefully forever as a relaxing, sun-filled family trip where Ted and I strolled arm in arm along the beach while the sisters landed front handsprings and taught themselves to do cartwheels.
As a practical matter, this weekend also marked the month I learned I had Hashimoto’s (an autoimmune condition) and the weekend I cut out everything that might possibly be irritating my gut and my apparently-delicate thyroid. And then started a probably-neverending prayer that it work to put this loveliness into remission.
As many times as we’ve admired and played near Haystack rock, we never knew it originated in Idaho as a lava flow that traveled to the coastline and bubbled up through the sand. I’ve always felt at home at the ocean. I’m hoping my life is like that lava flow…bubbling up unexpectedly and starting down a journey with an unknown, but hopefully magnificent, destination. Walk with me?