7/24/14

PALEO CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES

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I like to think that food defines us. I like to think that our meals tell a story and reveal our characteristics and an insight into our personalities. Does the casual dinner party I have, with mix-matched plates and frayed linen napkins, say that we are easy going? Does the lobster clambake we host portray our passion for the seaside and the ocean waters? Or what about our holiday dinners that include large spreads of tapas, meats and fine wines? What is the meaning behind these dinners? Are we destined to gather around the table and share our stories with friends and families and our loved ones? Does the food we eat really impact these stories? Or does it simply mean we enjoy good food?

I like to think there is more depth. I like to think there is meaning behind the food we eat.

What about an ice cream sandwich? Is there depth and meaning there? Well, I’m not really sure, but I can tell you baking these with my children became a summer ritual. It became a story that I hope to share one day with them. And as we sat on the front porch, huddled together with melting ice cream dripping over our fingers, I felt the food defining and creating everlasting memories.

So yes, I suppose there is meaning and depth behind a simple ice cream sandwich.

Paleo Chocolate Chip Cookie Ice Cream Sandwiches | Gluten Free, Dairy Free
Ingredients
For the cookies:
1.5 cups almond flour
¼ cup coconut flour
½ teaspoon cinnamon
¼ teaspoon baking soda
¼ teaspoon baking powder
1 tsp. vanilla
pinch of salt
2 eggs
⅓ cup raw honey (or other sweetener)
¼ cup coconut oil, melted
⅓ cup Enjoy Life Mini Chocolate Chips (or other dark chocolate chips)

For the ice cream:
2 cans full fat coconut milk
¼ cup of honey
2 tsp. vanilla

Make ice cream:
1. Mix the coconut milk, honey, vanilla and a pinch of salt together.
2. Whisk well for three minutes.
3. Transfer to your ice cream machine and mix until it reaches a thick consistency.
4. Transfer to a container and keep in freezer until the cookies are baked and cooled.
*If you don't own an ice cream maker you can always buy vanilla ice cream

Make cookies:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
2. Mix the dry ingredients in a bowl: almond flour, coconut flour, cinnamon, baking soda and powder and salt.
3. In a separate bowl, mix the wet ingredients: eggs, honey, coconut oil and whisk.
4. Pour wet ingredients into dry ingredients and mix. Add the chocolate chips.
5. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and drop tablespoon sizes of dough spaced 2 inches apart.
6. Bake cookies for 10-14 minutes. I always check at 10 minutes and then let them go another minute or two if they need.
7. Let cookies cool completely.
8. Take ice cream from freezer and add a scoop between two cookies. Place on a cookie sheet lined with parchment and keep in freezer until ready to serve.
9. Enjoy!

7/22/14

SUMMER BECAME THEM. A POST WITH GYMBOREE

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They tossed their shoes aside and quickly forgot about them. They forgot about their television shows and video games, they forgot about their iPads and iPhones. They forgot about the endless days spent locked indoors.

When the heart of summer rises you toss your shoes aside and run into it with bare feet and open arms. I watched my children run down the path so fast I could hardly keep up, my own bare feet slapping loudly on the wooden walkway. Yet as we ran in the summer heat, I smiled and laughed out loud.

These are the moments that define us.
These are the moments that make our summers.

I want to remember our long beach walks and our sandy toes. I want to remember the sand castles, the messy popsicles, the broken sand dollars, the late night s'mores and the endless rounds of catching fireflies. I want to remember the look on my children's face as they caught the perfect wave, as they danced in the sprinkler and as they lit their sparkler. I want to remember the joy in my heart as I watched them play, as I watched them share a secret, share a book and share a moment.

These are the summer days.
These are the days I want to remember.
I want to remember when the summer became them.

*This post is in partnership with Gymboree
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7/19/14

28/52

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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Jonas: I want to remember that my boys wore their Brazil jerseys daily (which I washed, daily) and joked about who looked more like Neymar.
Joshua: I want to remember how this boy can make me laugh and make my heart melt at the same time.
Jessica: I want to remember how she insists on wearing her hair down, yet holds a piece away from her face.

Thank you Jodi for hosting this series.

7/17/14

27/52

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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Jonas: Letting his thoughts fly free into the ocean air.
Joshua: Determined to savor the last drops of his treat.
Jessica: A trip to the ice cream truck is always full of decisions.

Thank you Jodi for hosting this series.

7/14/14

mother daughter | 01

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I could feel the pulse of her heart beating in a soft rhythm against my chest, and suddenly, I wanted to hold her tighter. I wanted to hold her forever, past the minutes and hours and days. Past the weeks that turned into months that evolved into years. I wanted to hold her still, in that very moment with her heart pulsing against my chest, forever.

Mother Daughter is a new series I’ve created in a small attempt to document the time with my daughter: my youngest child. I am determined to embrace these days, to capture the essence of life and to foster our bond that begins in the heart. I am determined to soak in every inch of my children because I know the minute I stop, they will be grown and time will be lost.

“Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.”
― Jodi Picoult, Perfect Match

*Woman's Floral Dress c/o eShakti