Highlighted Blog #19 – Queen Keto

Really great recipes for a low-carb diet. Yum. I’m not really doing a keto diet anymore, but I do find that I have more energy and feel less hungry all the time when I’m low-carb so recipes like the ones on this site are a treasure!

90 Seconds Low Carb English Crumpets. Or English Muffins? Whatever you want to call them, they are just 1g net carbs and totally wholesome. All you need is 10 minutes from start to finish. Tried and tested with a stopwatch. Even ketohusband can do it! No mess. Zero difficulty. Ready […] The post 90 SECONDS…


Thankful for Days Focused on Thanks

Day 23/30 – Right?!?! When things get stressful it’s so nice to force yourself to step back and remember how fortunate you are. Days like today (US Thanksgiving) force us to do that.

For me, this has been a dream time off so far. I stayed in my pajamas watching Netflix until early afternoon yesterday then hung out with Chris and the the young adults in the house all afternoon (and Ollie, of course). Mom loves to cook and was busy in the kitchen wrangling a mammoth turkey into the oven (with a bit of help from Chris). (Spoiler, it was perfection in the mouth today! And smelled amazing both yesterday and today).

Then Chris and I headed out to dance class and some Christmas shopping. We drove slowly and just enjoyed watching snow fairies fall while we yakked and listened to music.

Today I woke up relatively early and started turning our Halloween pumpkin into a Thanksgiving pie (achievement unlocked). I also steamed some cauliflower (faux potatoes) and some sweet potatoes. Chris made me a holiday coffee (I’ll leave that one up to your imagination), and I headed upstairs to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV until it kicked off the Christmas holiday season. I grew up on Long Island, and that parade is an intrinsic part of my holiday experience. Chris isn’t as into it, but humors me. I often watch it alone, but this year Mollie, Bri, Mom and Hudi joined me (Zeb came in later and Chris randomly showed up). It all made me feel so happy.


After that was over we settled in for a lovely traditional dinner. During that time we learned a bit more about Mom’s past and got to hear Mollie and Bri’s family traditions. We had a break between the meal and dessert, during which Mollie and Bri took time to call their families, and I got a surprise call from my son — who was sitting across the table from me 😉

CJ and Lauren Factetimed us — a highlight in the day — and my sisters and brothers-in law also Facetimed. I so love technology. We had screens sharing experiences so the family in Ct spoke with us in northern NY as well as our family in Utah. What more can a person want?

Zeb and Bri headed off for work (they are doing temporary seasonal work nearby and have to brace for Black Friday), and we began cleanup. Star helped, to her great delight.

As we did so, we reminisced about generations past and about our own holiday experiences. We are at a time of massive transition in our family as our progeny take flight. Yet it’s super cool to see the family bonds stretch the boundaries of tradition, creating holes  in experiences of the past that are no longer applicable or possible while keeping the lines of love strong.

I am one super blessed lady.

  • For November (the month in which we celebrate Thanksgiving in the US), I’m trying to blog about something for which I’m thankful for each day of the month.

Fireside Dining

This meal deserves a post of its own. Our Christmas present from Lauren and CJ was dinner at Fireside Dining at Deer Valley last Friday night. I don’t know what was more impressive. The ambiance or the meal itself. I do know the best part was the company (and that’s saying an awful lot ‘cuz the food and ambiance were phenomenal).


We drove up snowy roads. Up and up and up, well past the World Cup hill where participants were wrapping up their tricks. The snow fairies were fluffy and swirly, creating shimmering reflections off the lights that decorated trees all along our path. It felt like Christmas again 🙂

As we stepped into the lodge we were greeted by a host who brought us into the dining room. A room that serves as ski lodge by day and ambrosial offerings by night. A huge fireplace crackled on one wall, while another wall was filled with large windows that looked out on a idyllic winter scene. A horse-drawn sleigh went by at regular intervals, completing the picture. (If you look really hard, you can see it in the background of this clip — going from right to left.)

What did we eat? Oh, what did we eat!!! There were four fireplaces, each in a different room. All our hot food was cooked on the fires. Our menu was very similar to this (we had boar rather than quail, and there were minor other differences):


Ready for your mouth to water? Check out some of what we ate:

Chris topped off his meal with an espresso. Divine decadence.


The snow was piled high as we headed home to rest.

What a perfect evening and wonderful gift. I will treasure this memory forever.

A Favorite Meal

I’m altering the rules on this Writing 101 assignment. First of all, it’s the assignment from several days ago. Yes, I fell behind. I’m okay with that and hope you are, too. Anyway…

Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.

I’m writing about one of my favorite meals that happened when I was a grownup (or at least the parent of children). It was when friends were visiting.

For some reason my son decided to make lunch for our friend. He was under five, I believe, and we were all quite impressed. Out came the sandwich options, and our son went to work while we adults yakked. He proudly came over to us, bearing his delightful creation of…

peanut butter and jelly — and bologna.

Yup. PBJ and B.

When my son turned around, I quickly and quietly offered to play the magical swap out trick all parents MUST have in their repertoire. But our friend kiboshed that. The sandwich was made ‘specially for him, and he was going to eat it by golly.

How he sucked that down, I’ll never know, but it sure meant a lot to all of us. This is what I do know: That friend is now our third son’s godfather.