Writing from the Farm House

This Ain’t Martha’s Baking

             

Sunday mornings are yoga mornings, as I recover from Saturday’s kick ass workout (long run, extra hard spin class, whatever it may have been).  I take my time in waking up, which usually translates to laying in bed with my eyes open trying to remember how I used to be able to sleep until 11 or until 12 as a teenager.  

Today I baked.  Though, I did not use flour or granulated sugar.  This morning’s mission was adapting a gluten-free Paleo pumpkin walnut muffin recipe.  The results?  A little bit more cooking time than anticipated, a crumbly yet savory flavor, and a warm breakfast on a 37 degree April morning.  

               

Paleo Pumpkin Walnut Muffins

(adapted from Carrots and Cake: http://carrotsncake.com/2012/03/paleo-pumpkin-walnut-muffins.html)

- 1 cup almond flour/meal

- 1 cup organic pumpkin puree

- 1/4 cup almond butter

- 1/4 cup raw honey

- 2 eggs

- 1 tsp. baking powder

- 1 tsp. cinnamon

- 2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice

- 1 tsp. vanilla sea salt

- 1 tsp. vanilla extract

- 1/4 cup walnuts

(- a handful of leftover black berries tossed in a the end)

1. Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.

2. Mix all dry ingredients

3. Mix in all wet ingredients.

4. Spoon onto muffin pan or into silicone muffin cups (I LOVE these!)

5. Bake 40 minutes or until complete.

6. Cool, break open, top with a spoonful of almond butter and a small sliced banana. 

              

11 Miles Pre-Oats

              

11 Miles Pre-Oats

Mile 1:     I realize that I woke up earlier than any sane person should awake on a Saturday morning.

Mile 2:     The waning sunrise light illuminates Shelburne Road and makes even this shitty Anywhere, America strip beautiful.

Mile 3:     Surprised that I have not passed ANYONE else on the bike path.  Start to freak myself out.  

Mile 4:     The city is finally trying to fix the ripped up pavement by the waterfront from last year’s flooding epidemic.  This year we are below average for rainfall but I still don’t want it to rain this afternoon.

Mile 5:     Enter combat with black flies.  I feel like I must have Kim Kardashian’s eye lash thickness but instead of mascara, I’m rockin’ flies. 

Mile 6:     Right shin begins to hurt.  Run through.  No pain, no gain, right? (Someday soon this mentality will kill me.)

Mile 7:     If I ever become lost, any rescue team will be able to spot my shoes all the way from Kentucky.

          

Mile 8:     Half-marathon race is in 2 weeks.  I can’t wait to drive up to Montreal afterwards and dance my ass off that night.

Mile 9:     I’m on the return leg…3 more miles is nothing.

Mile 10:   We are all spoiled bitches in Burlington- look at this view.

Mile 11:   Walk up the stairs to my apartment and head straight to the stove to heat up gluten free rolled oats with an egg white, top with berries and almond butter, go onto porch, devour.