Black Bean Brownies

On Tuesday, I made Garbanzo Bean Blondies, a recipe I found on Jami Nato's blog. She also has a recipe for Black Bean Brownies, which I was dying to try as well. They are gluten-free and have protein and fiber. They even have spinach in them for some added nutrition. I'm all for hiding veggies in yummy things and have been doing it for years.

Jami notes that these brownies are better cold than warm and fresh (the exact opposite of how I like to eat brownies normally). So I figured I'd try it both ways to see if I agree. She is definitely right! Feel free to try it both ways also.

So here's what you need:

**UPDATE**:  Over time, we have changed some of the ingredients we use in recipes.  Instead of canola oil, I now use organic extra virgin coconut oil, and instead of refined sugar, I use coconut sugar or half of each (1/2 cup coconut sugar and 1/2 cup cane sugar, preferrably unrefined).  

• 1 can black beans (15.25 oz), drained and rinsed
• 1/2 cup fresh spinach (more or less)
• 3 eggs
• 1/2 cup oil (I generally substitute applesauce for oil in normal brownie recipes; however, I wasn't sure how it would turn out with this one, so I left it as is)
• 1/4 cup cocoa powder
• 1 TBSP vanilla extract
• 1 cup sugar
• 1 tsp ground coffee
• 1 tsp salt
• 1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
• (Note: I put baking powder in the picture thinking I would need it, but this recipe does not call for it. So just ignore that!)

After draining and rinsing your black beans, place in blender and pulse a few times to break them up. Add oil and spinach and blend, blend, blend until it is very smooth with no lumps (you may have to scrape the sides of the blender a few times with a rubber spatula through the process). At this point your mixture should look something like, well, poop. Yep, I said it. After I blended the beans, spinach, and oil, I put the mixture in a bowl because I figured it would be easier. But you can continue to do the rest of the mixing in your blender if your blender is a good one.

Add vanilla, cocoa powder, sugar, coffee, and salt and blend together. Jami says that here she threw in a TBSP of chocolate chips, but this is optional (I didn't add them here). Add the eggs last and pulse until well-blended. Don't overdue it, though. The mixture should now look like actual brownie mix.
Grease an 8x8 baking dish with cooking spray and pour brownie batter into it (it will be pretty thin). Sprinkle the chocolate chips all over the top (mixing them in will make them sink to the bottom, as I learned accidentally...more on that in a moment...). Bake at 350 for 40-45 minutes until middle is done. My confession: I totally forgot to mix in my cocoa powder until the very end. I already had the mixture poured into the dish and about 3/4 of the chocolate chips scattered over the top before I realized this, so I had to mix it in. This is why the following picture looks like it exploded or something. I'm just glad I caught it before baking it, otherwise I think these brownies would have been downright nasty.

Once they were done, I let them cool for a little while before cutting into them. I tried one warm, like I said, and they were just ok. I refrigerated them and tried one once they were cold, and it was way better. They have a coffee/chocolate flavor, and I didn't notice the beans, though you can tell there is something different about them. My husband can't decide if he likes these or the Garbanzo Bean Blondies better, but he likes them both nonetheless. I'm hoping to get Em and Cohen to try the brownies after dinner this evening.

Garbanzo Bean Blondies

I'm sure just after reading the title of this post, you are thinking, "Um, gross." A few years ago, I would have thought the same thing. But I have altered mine and my family's eating habits drastically since Matt and I got married six years ago. We have made small changes over the years (like switching from "white" grains to whole wheat stuff, etc.).

But that's an entirely different blog (or several). This blog is about the Garbanzo Bean Blondies I

made from a recipe I found on fellow blogger Jami's blog. It gluten-free (although she points out that oats, which are one of the ingredients, is currently suspected to contain gluten, though I don't know this has been proven). We have not gone gluten-free, and I don't intend to unless it's medically necessary (I mean, we have enough nutritional challenges around here without hopping on the gluten-free bandwagon for social reasons), but I am all about making sweet treats more nutritious. I don't know the actual numbers, but I know these blondies have fiber and protein and are flour-less. They do, however, have sugar and chocolate, but if they didn't, you'd have blondies that taste like beans. Ick.

I would just say to hop over to Jami's blog for this recipe, but I had to modify a few things (namely, not mixing the ingredients in a blender as she suggests because my blender is apparently not as efficient as hers).

You will need:

• (1) 15-oz can garbanzo beans/chickpeas
• 2 tsp vanilla
• 1/4 cup almond butter (or peanut butter)
• 1 egg
• 1/4 cup oats
• 1 Tbsp ground flax seed
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/8 tsp baking powder
• 1/2 tsp salt
• 1 cup brown sugar (packed)
• 1/2 cup chocolate chips

Drain and rinse your can of beans. If you have a blender or food processor, I recommend pouring the beans in there and pulsing it to break up the beans. Otherwise, you can do in manually in a bowl. Once your beans are mashed up, place in a bowl and add vanilla and almond butter (or peanut butter) and mix together. Add egg, oats, and flax seed and mix together. Add brown sugar, salt, baking soda, and baking powder and mix again.

Finally, fold in the chocolate chips.

Grease an 8x8 baking dish (mine is glass) with cooking spray (I use canola oil spray, but I also have coconut oil, which would be great to use also). Scrape the batter into the dish and bake at 350 for about 4o minutes, give or take. The outside of mine was done before the middle, which was still pretty gooshy. I just kept checking the middle every few minutes with a toothpick until it was done. Let them cool like you would brownies before cutting into them.

My verdict: These were good with just a hint of the bean taste, but the sugar and chocolate cover it up quite well. If you are new to this (healthifying desserts), I don't know that I would recommend this as your first one to try, only because they taste much different than your traditional blondies/brownies, and you may be turned off by the idea entirely.

I'll update this later to let you know what my husband thought about them and if I was able to get my kids to try them (they are strange in that they have to be talked into trying everything, even desserts, whether it is healthy or not).

"Tube" Be or Not "Tube" Be

A week ago today, the kids had a visit to Vandy for CF clinic. It's a time I generally dread, mostly because we are in for a long morning there (this time was three hours; our longest was around five). I try not to complain because they are a great group of health professionals who know and treat my kids well, but I'm sure most parents would agree that spending several hours at a doctor's office with nothing for the kids to do is not exactly ideal. This time, however, I brought the kids' portable DVD player and their lastest obsession, Disney's Tangled, to watch in the exam room since the majority of the visit is me speaking to the doctor/nurse/respiratory therapist/nutritionist/social worker/et cetera about how the kids are doing, their daily routines, their medications...the list goes on. Very little of it are the kids actually being "examined," so, needless to say, the DVD player was a lifesaver, and the kids were "tangled up" in Tangled. (Sorry, couldn't resist the pun.)

For the most part, their visit went well. Emberlynn had not gained much weight, but she has shot up in height over the last year, and her weight just hasn't quite caught up to that yet. Still, she is in about the 75th percentile for BMI, and as long as the kids are in the 50th or above, it's not a concern. Cohen, however, is only in the 31st; he was in the 22nd at his last visit, so there has been some improvement, but not much, even though he gained two pounds since his previous visit, which was the end of June. I thought gaining two pounds would have more of an impact, but my excitement was shot down when I learned it hadn't made much of a difference in his BMI.

If you have read previous posts, you will have read about Cohen's weight struggles (which have only been in the last eight months or so) and the suggestions we have received from the doctors and nutritionist to consider a g-tube. Emberlynn has a g-tube and has had one for four years now, so we are definitely not strangers to it, but we are worried about how Cohen will adjust to such a major change. Emberlynn was much younger and easy-going, so it was natural for her to be able to not notice a giant tube coming out of her stomach. Cohen, however, is almost four and would yank that tube out in a heartbeat, guaranteed, which is why Matt and I are reluctant to go through with the surgery. (We have been informed, however, that some surgeons there will place the button in immediately after surgery rather than the temporary hose-like contraption that Emberlynn had for the first several weeks. This will definitely help with our decision, should we decide to okay the surgery.)

The fact that Cohen has put on two pounds in two months, which is more than he has put on the entire year, gives me hope that he will catch up within a few months. He has been drinking his Pediasure, which I am sure is the primary source of his recent weight gain. Our goal is to get him up to two containers a day (currently, he drinks about one per day).

While all of Emberlynn's medications and dosages stayed the same, we are switching Cohen's antacid medication in hopes it will help the enzymes be more effective, which in turn helps him absorb more fats and nutrients from food, which therefore would lead to better weight gain. I also mentioned that Cohen has been sneezing a lot (every morning, he immediately starts sneezing when he wakes up and then sneezes throughout the day), so the doctor prescribed some Clarinex to help dry it up so that the drainage doesn't eventually become a problem in the lungs.

And while we are on the subject of the kids' growth, I will update you on Kyden as well. At his two-month check-up, he was in the 50th percentile for everything (height, weight, and head cirucumference), so he is right on track. He is currently outgrowing his 0-3 month clothes and size 1 diapers, something I am not used to at all (a fast-growing child) and is laughing (SUPER cute and heart-melting) and babbling a lot. He will lay in my lap and just talk and talk to me. He has also been trying to roll over. It's hard to believe that exactly just twelve weeks ago, he was a newborn baby taking his first breath.

We will be returning to Vandy on October 6 for a clinic visit for Cohen (mainly to check his weight) and for a routine chest x-ray. If his weight hasn't improved more, they will most likely push us a little more to do the g-tube surgery, but we feel that if he has made progress and continues to move up on the growth chart, then there is no need to do a g-tube just yet, if ever. Both kids return for a regular clinic visit on December 8, assuming they stay well (as in not coming down with any respiratory illness that would warrant a visit to Vandy). As fall and winter approach and flu season looms ahead, we always just pray for the best.

So Little Time

Where to begin? It's been months since I have posted; so long, in fact, that I'm too ashamed to even check when the last blog was posted. I constantly think to myself, "Hey, I need to blog about [insert topic here]," but then I never quite get around to it. For someone who used to consider herself a writer, this is very, very sad.

I could probably go on forever about everything that has happened over the last few months; however, I'll try to be brief, but I make no promises.

Most recently, my bouncing baby boy Kyden Isaiah was born on June 9, just eight days before my estimated due date. (My due date was also my birthday, so I'm glad he came sooner so that we could keep our birthdays to ourselves.) I did not go into labor on my own, nor did my water break beforehand. At 35 weeks, I was dilated to two, then to 3 at 37 weeks, and then 4 at 38 weeks. My doctor was convinced I wasn't going to make it even to my 38th week prenatal visit, so when I showed up to my 39-week visit, he was surprised to see my waddling in, still pregnant. After my examination showed I was past 5 cm and almost completely effaced, he decided to admit me that day (which made me do cartwheels inside) and break my water. Seven hours and 45 minutes later, after a completely drug-free birth, my baby boy was born at 11:15 pm weighing 7 pounds, 3 ounces and measuring 18 1/2 inches long. I was totally in love; there went another piece of my heart, stolen by another precious gift from God. I thought I couldn't love another little boy like I love Cohen, but I was so wrong. The love just grows.

The million-dollar question everyone was wondering about my entire pregnancy was whether Kyden would have CF like his older siblings. We prayed he would be healthy, but I was worried anyway, though I tried not to show it. His blood was drawn at Vandy and sent to a lab for DNA testing, and three weeks later, on July 20 (five days shy of the five-year anniversary of Emberlynn being diagnosed with CF), we found out that Kyden does NOT have CF. (He is, however, a carrier, but the only way this will affect him is if he has children with another carrier.) I received the call as I was driving to a doctor appointment, and I won't ever forget the feeling of relief that surged through my body and the tears I cried. I kept saying out loud, "He's ok. He's ok." I just couldn't believe it; I have a healthy baby.

I'll be honest, though. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, like they are going to call me and say, "Oh, we made a mistake...he actually DOES have CF." I have become so accustomed to having children with a disease that I have it ingrained in my mind that Matt and I can't have healthy children. It sounds terrible that I would think that, but I don't know what it's like to have a child with no health problems. I don't know what it's like to have a child gain weight normally who doesn't have to take medications constantly or have daily therapies; I don't know what it's like not freaking out inside when my child starts to show signs of sickness that could land them in the hospital and irreversibly damage their lungs. I know I should stop thinking all this craziness and just revel in the fact that my child is healthy and enjoy every little moment with him, but this is such new territory for me, and I have to retrain my brain, I suppose. And, as my friend Nikki reminded me, I have to remember to take it one day at a time and not worry about what may become.

Right now, Kyden is eight weeks old and such a joy, I can't even put it into words. He melts my heart just by looking at him, and despite being sleep-deprived and spread so thin most days, I am loving having three kids and am so glad we decided to let our family grow. Kyden fits right in. Emberlynn and Cohen absolutely adore him, and they have not shown a speck of jealously. I was initially worried that Cohen would have a difficult time adjusting since he has a) been the baby for three and a half years and b) is a big Mommy's boy, but he thinks Kyden is totally awesome and can't get enough of him. We actually have to tell the kids to back off a little sometimes because they can be a bit TOO loving at times, but all in all, it's wonderful knowing how much they love having a baby brother.

Emberlynn is five and a half and is officially a kindergartener. We decided a couple of years ago that I would be homeschooling the kids, hopefully at least through elementary school. So this week, we completed our second week of homeschooling. Emberlynn looks forward to it each day and has been doing very well. I must brag about my daughter for a moment, though: She is very intelligent and already knows most of the kindergarten cirruculum standards, and if she could "test out" of it, I'm sure she would with flying colors, but she is enjoying all the activities we have been doing and picking up on new information very quickly. I love being able to teach her and experience it with her.

Health-wise, Emberlynn has been doing well. I think she's had one cold in the last year and maybe one virus, so overall, she has stayed pretty healthy. I always get worried when winter comes around with all the flu and cold possiblities, so in a few months, I'll be biting my nails that praying that my kids won't get sick enough to warrant a hospital visit.

My "big little man" Cohen has been doing ok as far as his health goes, expect for his lack of weight gain over the last several months. They have expressed concern at CF clinic, and though he is not in the "red zone" (green zone is where they want CFers to be, yellow zone is a "cautionary" zone, which is where he is right now, and the red zone means action needs to be taken to improve their health), they are worried he will continue to grow in height but not gain weight. He eats well, but around his third birthday, he quit drinking Pediasure, which was a major source of calories in his diet. (One container of Pedisure has 237 calories, and he was drinking three to four containers a day). So essentially, he lost about 700-950 calories a day, which is a big deal. The only beverages he will drink are water or tea. He has never liked juice, so the high-calorie juice-like drinks we have tried are a no-go. He won't even drink regular milk, so we can't even get the extra calories in there. I add calories where I can (adding butter, cream, and cheese to certain foods he eats), and he eats three meals plus two snacks a day, but his weight just won't budge. He's pretty much at a "plateau", and we are constantly trying to come up with ideas. Recently, I have been able to get him to drink Pediasure using what I can not call anything else but bribery, I'll admit. He loves tea, and although he is not allowed to have very much each day anyway, he is not allowed to have any unless he drinks a certain amount of Pediasure. Though I am not proud of my method, it has worked, and he has been drinking a container of Pediasure a day, which at least gives him almost 250 extra calories.

If Cohen does not start gaining weight, and he starts dropping on the growth chart and falling into the "red zone", there have already been discussions about g-tube placement so that we can give him high-calorie supplements in overnight feeds, which is what we have done with Emberlynn since she was eighteen months old. I absolutely refuse to go that route unless it's necessary. I want it to be a last resort. I know my son, and he will not be easy-going with having a huge tube coming out of his stomach post-surgery; he would totally rip that thing out. And beyond the surgery and recovery, he would have a very difficult time adjusting to being connected to a feeding tube every night. It was easier for Emberlynn because she was so young and still had such a "go with the flow" attitude. Cohen is three and would be very defiant with something like that. So when I say it has to be a last resort, I am not wavering. We will do all within our power to help him get back on track with his weight gain sans that g-tube.

Emberlynn and Cohen's next clinic visit is August 25th, so I will try to post about that to give an update on weight checks, etc.

I'm hoping this gives a good enough update on what's been going on with us over these last many months. I've promised myself to blog more often, but I'm really now sure how well I'll be able to stick to it. Once a month would be ideal, but I guess we'll see.

Today CF Stands for "Cute Fatties"

Fellow CF parents whose kids have struggled with weight gain can relate to my excitement when I share the news that my kids have gained a pretty substantial amount of weight since their last clinic visit in May. Cohen has gained over 2 pounds and is now 30.3 pounds; fortunately, he has not really struggled with his weight since he started taking enzymes at 7 weeks old, but weight gain is always exciting nonetheless when it comes to CF. Emberlynn, who struggled with weight gain even after diagnosis and enzyme treatment and ended up having a g-tube placed when she was 18 months old to help with her growth, made my jaw drop today; she has gained over 4 pounds and is a whopping 38.5 pounds! I knew those 4T shorts were getting tight in that waist, but I never would have guessed she'd gain that much! I was ecstatic. My sister, who went with us this time (who I am extremely grateful to, seeing as she had to take Cohen potty 4 times while I spoke with the medical team) and I called them the little fatties.

Isn't it ironic how in today's society, what with its obese kids and health crises, I am rejoicing for my kids' weight gain? Isn't it also ironic that this chubby mommy, who so desperately is trying to shed the pounds, is also desperate for her children to do just the opposite?

So, to get back to the clinic visit update, there were a few changes made to the kids' existing treatment routines. Emberlynn will actually get to decrease her tube feedings (yay for breaks, not just for Emmylou but for Mommy and Daddy, too!). Presently, she is on her feeding tube every night, but we get to knock it down to 5 nights a week. Can we say weekend trips with no tube junk to haul with us? Hallelujah for that! Her enzyme dosage is going to increase to keep up with her increase in weight, so we are bumping it from 3 caps to 4 at meals and before and after tube feeds.

I was also told that, per CF protocol, Emberlynn has to have a CT scan on her lungs soon. It will give the doctors a better look at her lungs and allow them to see how they are looking, in a nut shell. I was also forewarned that her lungs will look abnormal no matter what because of the CF and to be prepared for that. Coincidentally, I just read an article last week about CT scans and how the high radiation exposure from them can cause cancer later in life. I brought this concern to the doctor's attention, and we discussed it further. I agreed to schedule the scan, but only after telling her that I'd need to discuss it with Matt and also further research the risks. It's ultimately our call, of course, whether we want to risk it. It's a hard decision to make, and it will take a lot of weighing the pros vs. cons and risks vs. advantages. If we decide against it, we can cancel the appointment.

As for Cohen, he is going to be starting Pulmozyme, which is an inhaled medication with which we are quite familiar (Emberlynn has been on it since she was 22 months old). He will take it as a breathing treatment once a day. I'm a little worried that he will be upset by it for a while; after all, he's only two, and he's never been forced to leave something on his face with vapors going in his nose and mouth. It'd freak me out, too. We discussed switching from manual CPT to the Vest, but I told the doctor that we wanted to wait a little while longer because we did a "test run" recently with Cohen and the Vest, and he was, to put it mildly, less than thrilled. Emberlynn thought it was funny her first time on the Vest, but Cohen was completely terrified.

All in all, the kids' clinic visit had a positive outcome, despite the obvious reasons for clinic visits in the first place. They are both doing very well, and I can't ask for more than that.

A Less Chubby Mommy, Part 1

I have been heavy most of my life. I was allowed to eat whatever pretty much whenever, and a part of me wishes someone had stepped in when I was a child and didn't know any better so I would not have ended up heavy as an adult.

When I finally got old enough to realize that so many of the things I had grown up eating were so unhealthy, I knew had to do something about it, but knowing is one thing. Doing is something entirely different.

When I was eighteen, I moved out on my own (I had a roommate) and therefore had to buy my own groceries. I ended up almost completely giving up sodas and not eating dessert at night, two things I had always had when I lived at home and contributed to my eight-plus years of unhealthy weight gain. I had previously started drinking water (something I had never done growing up, except for the occasional sips from the water fountain at school, which were probably more for the benefit of getting out of the classroom for two minutes rather than its healthful advantages). I dropped over twenty-five pounds with virtually no effort, merely because I didn't have the access to those things anymore.

Nowadays, the only excuse I have is my lack of motivation. Of course, I want to lose weight. I don't know any heavy person who loves being heavy, and if they tell you they do, they are only lying to you and to themselves. Not only are we heavy, we are unhealthy. We have a higher risk of many diseases, including but certainly not limited to, diabetes, heart disease, and hypertension.

My biggest challenges are sweets and lack of exercise. I love chocolate. I'm not one of those people who will down an entire bag of Hershey Kisses or anything, but passing through the kitchen several times and day and popping a piece of chocolate here and there will really add up at the end of the day. As for exercise, I feel like I'm getting a workout keeping up with my two kids all day, and the last thing I want to do is exercise in the evenings after they get to bed, and I definitely don't have the motivation to get up before my kids in the morning to squeeze in a workout. A tired mommy=a cranky mommy and a cranky mommy=cranky children (if a=b and b=c, a will always equal c, right?).

But don't get me wrong. I am definitely not as unhealthy as I used to be. When I was younger, here's what my daily food intake might look like:

Breakfast: 2 pop tarts or an oversized portion of some high-sugar cereal with milk
Lunch: pizza and fries from the school cafeteria, or if I was at home, Ramen noodles, Totino's frozen pizza, or other processed foods
Afternoon snack: chips, cookies, or snack cakes
Dinner: whatever my mom made and usually seconds and maybe thirds (She wasn't the unhealthiest cook, but she also wasn't the healthiest)
Dessert: ice cream or some other crapola

Wow, that totally makes me sick just thinking about all that. No wonder I put on so much weight through my pre-teen and teen years. I don't even buy pop tarts, chips, snack cakes, or ice cream now, unless it's for my kids (because they have CF and are on a high-calorie diet; you can read more about that in my CF blogs). Don't worry, my diet has gotten much better since then. Here is what my food intake is like today:

Breakfast: 1 serving whole grain cereal with 1/2 cup 1% milk
A.M. Snack (if any): fruit or high-fiber, low-cal granola bar
Lunch: Lean cuisine or 1 serving of previous night's dinner leftovers, raw carrots and/or fresh fruit
P.M. Snack (if any): fruit or high-fiber, low-cal granola bar
Dinner: 1 serving lean meat, veggies, and side item; sometimes salad, etc.
Dessert: rare

I can tell you I do a lot of things right. I drink a lot of water; I eat vegetables and fruits; I eat lean meats and don't eat much red meat (and when I do, it's lean); I rarely drink soda; and the list goes on. So, why, do you ask, can I not lose weight? Let's factor in my sweet tooth and lack of exercise. I constantly crave chocolate, and I can always find some, even if it's just mixing up a glass of chocolate milk. Then you add my sweet tea addiction; even though the antioxidants in the tea is good for you, the sugar in it is not. Finally, factor in the fact that I don't exercise like I am supposed to, and you end up getting the final product: a chubby mommy.

I still weigh less than I did in high school, but not by much. I eat way better than I did, which is why I haven't gotten bigger (I'd hate to think what I'd look like if I never got rid of all those bad habits). Looking back, I see that I really have made a "lifestyle change" instead of doing this diet and that diet and rebounding in the end. But I do realize I still have some changing to do if I'm ever going to lose all the extra weight.

It's the beginning of a new year, but this is not a "New Year's resolution." It's time I finally change my life. I'm going to do it for me: to be healthier, to feel better on the inside and out, and to finally be able to look in the mirror and like what I see in front of me. I'm going to do it for my children so that I can worry only about them and their health rather than taking a chance on my own and worrying if I'm going to be around long enough to take care of them.

I know I can do this. I also know I'm going to feel discouraged at times (probably a lot of the time), but I am going to set short-term weekly weight-loss goals and achieve them little by little until I finally reach my 75-pound weight loss goal. Although I am comfortable enough to talk about being heavy, I am not comfortable with sharing my weight at this point, but when I reach my 50-pound goal in June (I want to lose 75 by the end of the year), I will gladly share my starting weight.

Last week was the first week of this new weight-loss journey. My goal was to lose 2 pounds. I concentrated on drinking plenty of water, portioning my food, exercising, and limiting sweets. I reached my goal plus one pound: I am now 3 pounds lighter. I like saying it that way. I'm lighter. Not heavier. Not bigger. I feel awesome.

The weight watchers commercials always say that people lose more weight when they do it with others than when they do it alone. This is why I am blogging about it. I want to share it so I don't feel like I'm in this alone. I need the support and encouragement to keep this up.

And if you want to join me on this journey, I say, "The more, the merrier!" We can do this together! I have tons of ideas, tips, and healthy recipes to share, and I'm sure I could learn some new things myself.

3 pounds gone....take that, fat!

Craving the Good Stuff

Thumbing through the Kroger sale paper on Sunday as I prepared my grocery list and dinner menu for the week, I noticed they had strawberries on sale for $1.50 per container. I like strawberries, but I am sometimes reluctant to buy them because I have had occasions where they were sour or just not very sweet and therefore not satisfying. Once I saw them, however, and started thinking about them, I started craving them.

I went grocery shopping today at Kroger, and one of the items on my list was, you guessed it, strawberries. They smelled amazingly delectable, and I think I may have stood there smelling them a bit too long, thereby weirding out my fellow shoppers who were meandering close by. I even had Emberlynn smell them; she obliged and then wanted to hold them all through the store.

As soon as I got home and unloaded the groceries, I just had to taste one of them. I washed one off in the sink, took a bite, and wow....soooooo good. The best strawberry I have had in a while. Now I'm looking forward to having some with breakfast in the morning.

And I don't have to feel guilty, which might be the best part.