The other day my mom gave me about 3 dozen peaches and nectarines. I told her it was too many for just the two of us, but she insisted that I take them all. She had buckets full in her kitchen, so I think she wanted to unload them on me. I took to eating one peach a night, and soon realized that I would never make it through the lot. So I scoured Pinterest for an easy peasy cobbler recipe and found this one on Paleo Fitness Mama’s website. It stood out to me because it was simple, required few ingredients, and no added sugar. The part that took me the longest was cutting all the peaches. For a non-baker, this recipe was awesome to follow for its simplicity. Sad news is: it turns out that about 5 peaches is all it took to make this cobbler (I still have a good amount of peaches left.)
Peaches, Blueberries, and Honey for the filling
Here’s her recipe:
- 5 cups peaches (sliced)
- 2 cups blueberries
- 2 – 4 tbsp honey
- 1 tbsp arrowroot powder (not required, but will help thicken the juices)
- 1½ cups of almond flour
- ¼ cup of melted butter or coconut oil
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- pinch of salt
- dash of cinnamon is desired
- Preheat oven to 375.
- In a large bowl mix together all the ingredients for the filling and gently toss (hands work great)
- Lightly grease pan with butter or coconut oil.
- Pour into an 8 in. by 8 in. baking pan.
- In a small bowl mix together all the ingredients for the topping and then spread evenly over the top of the filling mixture.
- Bake until the topping is slightly golden (about 40 minutes)
I left out the arrowroot powder and it came out fine. The only thing I will say about this recipe is that the peaches didn’t soften enough in the oven. Next time I’ll use over ripened peaches. The crumble part of the cobbler seems to be the tastiest bit (of course), I might increase the amount of topping I make next time. And there will probably be a next time. If you have an easy and tasty peach recipe, send it my way. I’ve got quite a few to go through yet.
First pregnancies are hard for the hypochondriac prone. You never know what sensations are normal, or whether certain feelings mean something terrible is about to happen. Not only am I a hypochondriac, but I also know of a few friends near and dear to me that have suffered extremely late miscarriages. We’re talking 20, 21 weeks. The knowledge that one could have an incompetent cervix especially frightened me. In fact, I went to the ER twice because of feelings I just knew were bad signs. Perhaps if you feel this way, I can persuade you that it may be nothing at all.
Around 19 weeks I started to feel like there was a heaviness down low. It became so bad, that it felt like something was falling out of my vagina. Seriously. With every step it felt like something was creeping out. It made it really uncomfortable to walk, and was somewhat relieved if I propped my hips up on a pillow and relaxed. I googled nonstop about this pressure, and all the message boards agreed, “go see your doctor.” Except, every time I felt this way it was a weekend. Of course. Cue the visit to the ER. After an ultrasound that confirmed my cervix was indeed long and closed, it was decided that our little bundle of joy was doing acrobatics off of my cervix causing the heavy pressure feeling.
A similar situation happened around 22 weeks, only this time lying down didn’t help it any. I headed over to Labor and Delivery this time, since I was far enough along to skip the ER. They monitored the baby (who was extremely active), and my uterus. Turns out I was having contractions (not Braxton Hicks and not normal). I ended up having a UTI which can cause contractions and uterine irritability. But again, my cervix was fine.
Here I am, three weeks later, feeling this pressure again. This time though, I can feel our baby moving around like mad. I think I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that this feeling is normal. I think I’ll put my feet up and let baby do her thing now.
At 25 weeks, I’m finally starting to feel like all of this is really happening to us. It only took me 6 months to get here, but I am so happy to be in this emotional space. I’m not saying that my brain has calmed down any at all though. It seems to be on overdrive these days. At this very moment I am thinking:
-I can’t believe I’ve already gained 25 lbs. I’m sure I’ll be +50 by the end of all this
-I need to eat healthier
-I love feeling our baby move around (she is super active)
-We bought a crib! (This is getting real!)
-What do I register for? (There are a billion carriers/strollers/mattresses…out there. I’m so confused)
-I remember feeling so sick and miserable those first 10 weeks. I’m feeling amazing right about now.
-I can’t wait to meet our little girl, I love her so much already.
-I am so thankful for this experience.
There are only 3 more weeks before I’m officially in my third trimester. eek! This pregnancy thing goes by super fast! I’m trying to soak up every moment.
Now that I have officially entered my 6th month of pregnancy, I’m finding that I can enjoy it a little more (most times). I’ve also already experienced my share of swelling, indigestion, potty breaks, restless nights, hot flashes, etc. I stumbled across this surely already famous tumblr account called Pregnant Husband and it made me laugh so very hard, mainly because so much of what he posts is so relatable.
In fact, I did this just last night:
When my pregnant wife is going to bed and suddenly feels very hot.
Props to you Jeffrey Bausch, for hitting it right on the nose.
Here’s one more of my favorites:
When my pregnant wife wants a snack and I suggest having fruit, she’s like: