Monthly Archives: December 2008

Roger Ebert, you’ve been expelled!

Mr. Ebert ~

It has come to my attention that not only have you been posting negative messages on my own blog, but you’ve been going down my blogroll and posting imflammatory comments of an attacking, personal nature on my friends’ blogs, too.  That behavior officially qualifies you as a troll.  Don’t you have better things to do, like reviewing movies, or writing attack pieces on the beliefs of moviemakers with whom you don’t agree?

So, you’ve been banned.

I’m a big girl, and can handle the personal attacks, or even the attacks against my beliefs.  But, when you start branching out and attacking those who are dear to me…  Well, that’s entirely unacceptable, and leads me to question your motives and even your mental stability.

To anyone who has been attacked by Mr. Ebert, I apologize, especially if he found you via comments you’ve made here on the blog, or via my blogroll.  I have his e-mail addy and IP address, if you’d like to ban him from your blog, too.


“And in the morning, I’m making (GFCF) waffles!”

I have long wanted a waffle iron.  I asked for one for Christmas, and assumed that, if he purchased one at all, my hubby would get one of the $15 or $20 jobbies that one can readily find in just about any store.  But, no…  He was at Macy’s.  Surprisingly, Macy’s has really good prices on kitchen appliances — better than Target! — or at least it did before Christmas, especially when combined with the coupons they had in the newspaper.  Still, with their low prices, they did not have a $15 waffle iron.  What they did have was a super-dreamy rose bouquet waffle iron.  Yup, a waffler that produces what looks like a bouquet of seven roses.

I adore my new waffle iron.  I made waffles for our Christmas brunch, and again this morning.  They came out crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, just like waffles are supposed to be.  Since it’s been 6+ years since I had a homemade waffle, or one in a restaurant, I was in absolute heaven.  Even my son who is not gluten-free said they tasted as good as ones in restaurants.  “Better!” piped up another son.  🙂  That makes a mama’s heart happy.

However, it appears that this particular beautiful waffle iron is no longer available; it’s not on the manufacturer’s website.  At the time I’m writing this, I could find ONE online.  One.  At the Amazon marketplace, for $75.  I can guarantee you my hubby did not spend $75 on the one he bought for me.

I thought I’d post my waffle recipe, since it turned out so well.  Actually, it’s a “normal” recipe that I adapted to make it gluten- and casein-free.  The original recipe is from The New Good Housekeeping Cookbook, which my mom gave me for my wedding, 14 years ago.  It’s still my favorite basic cookbook.

For my family, I double the recipe…  You may want to, too, as you may end up eating more than you had planned on!  Even if you have leftovers, waffles freeze very well.  Just separate each between pieces of wax paper and freeze in a gallon-sized freezer bag.  Then, pop in your toaster on medium-low setting and enjoy a quick breakfast.

By the way, bonus points are awarded to the first person who identifies the quote in the title. 😀

Without further ado…

GFCF Waffles
makes five waffles

  • 1/2 cup sweet rice flour
  • 1/2 cup sorghum flour
  • 1/2 cup brown rice flour
  • 1/4 cup cornstarch
  • 1/2 tsp xanthan gum (DON’T USE MORE THAN 1/2 tsp.!!)
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/3 cup cooking oil (I use canola)
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 cup water
  • 1/2 cup rice (or other non-dairy) milk
  • 1/2 cup Mocha Mix*, or So Delicious Coconut Creamer, or soy creamer, or full-fat soy milk
  1. With a whisk, combine the flours, xanthan gum, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
  2. In a glass 2-cup measure, measure the oil.  Add the eggs, and whisk to combine.
  3. Add the egg and oil mixture, rice milk, and Mocha Mix to the flour mixture.  With an electric mixer, beat on medium-high until smooth.  (Unlike wheat flour baked goods, you really need to beat GF batter until it is completely smooth, with no lumps.)
  4. Into an oiled and heated waffle iron, pour approximately 7/8 cup batter, and bake according to your own waffle iron’s instructions.  Gluten-free waffles take a bit longer to cook than “normal” waffles.  If your waffles are brown, but not crispy, bake another minute or so longer.
  5. Waffles may be kept warm in a 225° oven, directly on the rack, until ready to serve.
  6. Enjoy!


*Some of the ingredients in Mocha Mix ARE dairy-derived.  My son, who has immediate asthma response to all dairy has no trouble whatsoever with Mocha Mix.  However, depending on how serious your need is to be dairy-free, do use Mocha Mix with discretion.

Of course, I must write about Christmas…

Our first year with a fake tree ~sigh~ due to Wesley's extreme allergy to all pine trees... I have a wistful longing for a real tree, but it's worth it if it means no more winter-time asthma for him!

I never reported that my husband found my camera.  It was under the middle seat of the truck… where I had sat nursing my baby before my boys’ baseball game… and took pictures of her.  Duh.  It must have slipped under the seat.

Anyways.  I’m happy to have pics to share that didn’t just come from my phone, although the above pic was taken with low light and a slow shutter speed (because flash ruins the effect), and it ended up pretty blurry.

So.  Christmas.  How was yours??  Mine was sweetly peaceful and very pleasant.

I was prepared to truly have no money for Christmas.  Honestly, in the past, we have been able to be very generous at Christmas, because my husband would get whopping bonuses at Christmas.  He’s still in homebuilding in this time when virtually no one is buying new homes, so we’re very blessed that he has a job, and we do not complain at all about not getting any Christmas bonus.  It was nice, though, to be able to give lots of gifts to our kids and family, to buy whatever we needed for our home, to fix our vehicles, to pay off any debt we had accrued…  Ah, the good old days.

This year, we communicated to our children that Christmas would be high on family warmth, and on the focus of the Father’s gift to us, in the form of His son, Jesus.  We told them not to expect much of anything.

We were given a few gift cards, and I had been doing a little shopping… or, rather, doing some prioritizing, figuring out how to maximize our very limited purchasing power.  I had also, with gift cards, purchased cloth and supplies to make four dresses for my 2.5yo daughter, Audrey, and nice aprons for my mother and mother-in-law.  Then, Thursday night (a week and a half ago), my husband surprised me by saying that he had actually saved some money and that we could spend it on Christmas.  As a side note, my husband is fabulous about looking into the future and doing things that benefit us, long term.  However, that often means that we have little money to “play” with, and things are almost always tight, financially.  And, it got much worse when the gas prices rose, because he has a long daily commute in an old vehicle that just sucks up the gas.  (But, since we own it outright, we crunched the numbers, and even with paying a wad in $$ for gas, it still didn’t make financial sense to go into debt to pay for a new/used car.)  Anyways.  He’s not a short-term saver, at all.  So, I was totally blown away by having money to spend on our kids, on our extended family, and on the worship team that he leads at church.

That was the good news.  The BAD news is that, since I was given money to spend less than a week before Christmas, I had to cram in lots of shopping (which was actually very pleasant;  I was just stressed out about how close it was to Christmas), and made some online purchases, praying that the items would get here before Christmas.  Most of them didn’t.  In fact, I’m still waiting on three items to arrive.

By appearances, we had a boring Christmas.  We hardly did anything.  We did have Martin’s Dad and Stepmom over for Christmas afternoon and evening, but that’s it.  They came with reports of having gone to literally eight or ten different parties and events over previous week.  I felt like a total slacker.  I asked Martin, after his folks had left, if he felt like we missed out on anything by not going anywhere or doing anything.  His response was something like, “I am so relieved that we did not have the sort of week they did.  That would have been hellish.”  So, we’re both happy being homebodies, I guess.

I did make my first — ever — big Christmas dinner.  Usually, it’s sandwiches or soup or something.  But, since Dad & Carol were coming over, I decided to make a real meal.

Back to Christmas morning.

Cookies for Breakfast

Cookies for Breakfast

Being that Martin and I had stayed up until 2:00 a.m. wrapping presents, we weren’t feeling chipper when the kids woke at 7:00, even though 7:00 is a reasonable time to rise.  So, we made ’em stay in their bedrooms and brewed up some coffee, I nursed the baby, and we rubbed our sleepy eyes.  Then, we let them come out, and I gave each child have a plateful of cookies to eat as a “breakfast snack” while Martin read the story of Jesus’ birth in Luke 2.  Then, we opened presents.

It’s always a slow affair opening presents, because we do it one at a time, giving attention to whoever is opening their gift.  What with a baby to tend to, and Audrey gasping at every outfit, “Can I change?  Can I please??” it just went very slowly.  But, even though the boys protested that Audrey had changed outfits five times (it was four), it was still very sweet and fun, especially since she took the greatest delight in all of it.

All the kids loved their gifts.  In the past, I’ve relied on memory and hastily-made lists to choose their presents.  But, memory has proven less and less reliable, and as I now have five children, I just can’t keep it all straight.  And, there have been too many presents that just didn’t go over as well as I had envisioned.  So, for a number of months, I have kept a list of things that my children would like and/or need… and it worked!

I must post pics of all the stuff I made…  It has me thinking about opening an Etsy shop.  I had such a wonderful time sewing.  It wouldn’t be quite the same, sewing for profit…  And I wouldn’t do the aprons, because those ended up being really time consuming.  But, I could do a shop with just these simple pinafore/jumpers/sundresses, and maybe the coordinating hairbows…

All the bodices are lined with coordinating fabric:

And here are views of one of the aprons I made:

I’m always apprehensive giving anything to Martin’s stepmom;  it seems I never choose exactly right for her.  This year was no different;  I’d never even seen her wear an apron!  But, I went for it, and she absolutely adored her apron, exclaiming that she’d been wanting an apron for a long time, a fact which Martin’s Dad corroborated.

I hope you all had a similarly pleasant Christmas celebration…


So, here it is, 12:36 a.m., and I am so bummed out.

My Mom and Stepdad were over tonight for dinner, and we watched the Bears beat the Packers in overtime.  It was a good game.  However, I kept looking at the clock, wondering when they would leave.  And why, you might ask, was I so rudely itching to get them out my door??  Because I’ve been sewing a present — an apron — for my Mom, and I so wanted to get back to work on it!

Well, I put in two hours of productive work on it (and the one I’m making for my mother-in-law, too), and decided that I’d check e-mail, look at my blog admin page, etc. before I  wake Fiala up and nurse her before I go to bed.  I did that for 20 minutes, happily reading several incoming links where folks used my GFCF gingerbread recipe to make houses of their own…  Then it dawned on me:


I am SO BUMMED.  I’m going to call the city in the morning…  I don’t know how I’m going to break it to my kids that the house was “disposed of,” if, indeed, they kept to their word that all houses not picked up by the end of the work day on the 19th would be done away with.

I so hope they still have it.

Where does she get this stuff?

Last night was part of an ongoing losing series called “Feeding Audrey.” The girl lives on air, and honestly, it really worries me.  Actually, I was more worried until I found out a couple of weeks ago (at the doctor’s office for what turned out to be a not-UTI, thank God)  that she’s actually in the 25th percentile, which is small, but not tiny enough to elicit concern on the doctor’s part.   Still, she’s small enough that I worry about it daily.  Or at least, I’m aware/mindful/concerned about her weight; I don’t know if “worry” is quite the right word.

Anyways, I’m concerned enough that I give daily vitamins and calcium supplements to both Wesley and her (my two children on dairy-free, gluten-free diets due to celiac disease and dairy allergy), hoping that will make up for whatever they’re lacking in their diets.  Wes used to be a sparing eater, too, but over the last six months, he’s been eating like a cow, having seconds and even thirds at mealtime, sort of like an extended growth spurt, or making up for lost time.  He’s spent his life (post-celiac diagnosis) on the 50th percentile, so I’ve been less concerned for him, but still…  it feels strangely reassuring that he’s eating.

After last night’s meal, which was yet another dinner that consisted of Audrey consuming a grand total of three bites, I was frustrated — almost angry.  However, I investigated my feelings a bit and discovered that I wasn’t really mad at my daughter for not eating, I’m just… concerned for her growth, development, and general health.  So, I decided to manipulate her appeal to her emotions.

After being the mother to only boys for nearly nine years before Audrey was born, it continues to amaze me that she actually cares for my feelings;  she is genuinely concerned when things are not right with me, whether I’m sick or sad or whatever.  So, I told her, “Audrey, it makes me sad that you don’t eat your dinner.  You need healthy food to grow healthy and strong.  If you don’t eat healthy food, you will become weak and sick.”

Gazing into my eyes, Audrey responded with chipper hopefulness, reassuring me, “But, Mama, vitamins and calcium does the trick!”

“DOES THE TRICK”??? Where does she get this stuff?  She’s two and a half years old.  Two and a half!  We met a two-and-a-half-year-old at a restaurant yesterday who couldn’t even say her name.  And, here’s Audrey, holding full conversations with me, demonstrating some serious higher reasoning.

I laughed and laughed.  And shook my head.  She’s the epitome of precocious.

Easy No-Bake Tahini Candy (GFCF)

This kind of belongs in the “Duh” category.  I can’t believe I never thought of this before.  It’s a gluten-free, dairy-free, nut-free and peanut-free version of the no-bake peanut butter candy you may remember from childhood.

Joyva tahini

Joyva tahini

This recipe came into existence a couple of nights ago.  Two friends have given us holiday plates of cookies.  Regular cookies, that is.  That’s great for my two kids who are eating regular diets, not so great for those who can’t have gluten or dairy.  In desperation for a dessert for my restricted-diet kids, while the others were having cookies, I whipped this up.  It was a hit, and everyone, even my regular-diet kids, requested that I make them again soon.  (I did, just now, to make sure I had the proportions right.  Yum!)

Now, I don’t know for certain, because the two batches I’ve made haven’t lasted that long, but since this is a fairly high-fat recipe, I believe it would freeze (and thaw) well.  Also, if you won’t be eating these for a few days, I’d pop ’em in the fridge.  But, given the ingredients, it seems to me that these would not quickly spoil, even at room temperature.

No-Bake Tahini Candy

Makes 12

  • 1/4 cup tahini (puree of sesame seed)
  • 2 Tbsp honey
  • 1/2 cup powdered sugar
  • 1/2 cup sweetened, flake coconut
  • Additional flaked coconut for rolling

In a small bowl, with a wooden spoon, mix the tahini, honey, and powdered sugar until well-incorporated and smooth.  (Once it is mostly-mixed, you may remove the “dough” from the bowl and knead it a few times on a sheet of waxed paper for more thorough, easy mixing.)

Add the flaked coconut, mixing well.  Again, you may choose to knead the dough on some waxed paper.  This will result in a very stiff dough.

Form into tablespoon-sized balls of dough.  (If the balls seem soft and don’t hold their shape, return the dough to the bowl and mix in another tablespoon or two of powdered sugar.)  Roll the balls in coconut.


A Better Day and Other Miracles (Really)

In my last post, I wrote about a the really hard day I had on Thursday…  Well, Thursday night, I’m happy to report, went very smoothly, with Fiala cooperating grandly on our long drive to Ethan’s concert, then during his concert, too.  That night, she slept SEVEN HOURS straight, the longest of her li’l seven week old life.  She has not since repeated that feat, but it gives me hope for the future.  🙂

The next morning, she woke up with no apparent memory of the previous day;  she started the day with a smile and a coo, napped well, ate well, and was more than agreeable the entire day.  I do not know what caused Thursday’s day-long baby meltdown;  I wish I did, so as to avoid its repeat, but at least it is over.

On Thursday night, I was reflecting on the “hard day” post, and on comments given to me by my blogfriends and real-life friends, too.  After discussing the events with my husband, I decided that I would scale back the menu for Saturday’s party.  It was a casual event, but I love to cook, and always make something fancy and/or time-consuming.  Well, not this year.  It was still really tasty, just not Christmas-fancy.  There was also just one dessert, instead of the several I had planned.

On Thursday night, I also decided that I would take Lisa’s advice, and ask someone to help.  Part of me loves help, and part of me thinks, “I should be able to handle this on my own.”  Well, it was becoming apparent that I could not handle it on my own, so I thought, “Tomorrow morning, I’ll call Elouisa and ask her if she would be willing to come early.”  Instead…  I was tootling around the house on Friday morning, and saw that my answering machine was blinking.  I don’t know how I missed the call;  we’d been there all day.  I checked the message.  It was this:  “Hi, Karen.  It’s Elouisa.  I was thinking about Saturday’s party, and how you have a lot on your hands.  I just thought I’d let you know that I am available the whole day if you’d like me to come over and help clean or cook or watch your kids, whatever you need.”  !!!  Thank you, Jesus!!

I called Lisa to thank her for her prodding comment.  🙂  She was right.

Elouisa came at about 1:30 to prepare for guests’ arrival at 5:30, and together, we sipped tea, chopped veggies, and cleaned.  And, the party was a success.

My second little miracle of the past few days is not related to the above happenings, but it seems apropos to include here.

We have talked to our kids to let them know that Christmas will be high on family warmth and the celebration of Jesus’ birth, but light on presents.  The fundage just isn’t there.  I specifically told my dear son, Ethan, that he should not get his heart set his deepest wish, a metal detector.  I think that’s a GREAT Christmas wish;  I think he would really enjoy using/playing with one… and I just love toys and such that require activity, especially outdoor activity.  It breaks my heart to see his hopes dashed, but since all but the flimsiest of toy metal detectors cost a good $40-80 or more, I told him we just wouldn’t be getting a one for him.

Last night, my mom and stepdad were over for their weekly dinner visit.  After the kids went to bed, my mom asked me, “Would it be OK with you if I got the boys one big present to share, rather than individual presents?”  Of course, that’s OK.  My mom, by the way, is a fantastic present-chooser.  She almost never asks for a list or even ideas;  she’s good at just knowing the person to whom she’s giving a gift, and consistently picks thoughtful, useful, fun, relevant gifts for that person.  I’ve been really impressed by her abilities.  Her gift-picking combined with my stepdad’s generosity has equaled some happy children on many occasions.  Anyways, after I had given my blessing to the idea of a shared gift, she said, “I want to get the boys….”  (of course, you know it’s coming) “… a metal detector.”

My jaw dropped.

Time and again, God has shown Himself faithful to our family.  He has provided in ways big and small, both for our actual NEED-needs, and for our “needs” that are really, like Christmas presents and beautiful baby dresses, just wants.

Must run.  Lunchtime for kids.  After that, more sewing.  Contrary to that advice, I’m not ditching my plan for four dresses.  At the time I wrote Thursday’s post, I already had most of the pieces for all four dresses cut out.  And now, I have one dress 100% completed, one completed except for sewing on two buttons, and the other two each need about 2 hours’ work.  I’ve also completed two coordinating hair bows, with two more planned.  Also… if I have time, which it appears I will, I’m going to make a tiered skirt for Audrey, and maybe one for Fiala, from the leftover cloth.  😀

Hard day

So…  I can’t figure out if my day is really all that hard, or if I’m just a whiner.

First, I have figured out the problem, but I have had had serious trouble with the “simple” pattern from which I’m making four dresses for Audrey for Christmas.  It’s not like I’ve never sewn before, either.  That dumb thing is worded so confusingly… and I’m 3/8 yd short of fabric for all the dresses because on the back of the pattern (where they list the fabric & notions, etc., needed for each view), part of what I needed was listed separately.  It has taken me four days of poring over the pattern, the instructions, calling the toll-free number for Simplicity…  Ugh.  All of that equals late nights — really late nights — that have been spectacularly unproductive and frustrating.  And, for one of the dresses, I’m going to have to endlessly seam-rip, which is so not my favorite, and I’m going to have to go back to the fabric store for more fabric.  Hmph.

So, I’m just tired.  Really tired.  I don’t know how to make Christmas presents, nurse a baby 2+ times at night, and get adequate sleep.  I need a few more hours in my day.

All of my kids either have a cold, or are recovering.  Except Grant, who gets sick about once every two years.  Even baby Fiala has a boogery nose.

Speaking of, my baby’s been crying all day.  There’s nothing so long nor so sad as a day filled with baby tears.  She’s exhausted; hasn’t slept ALL DAY.  But, she just cries when I hold her, cries when I lay her down, cries and cries.  I usually can tell what a baby needs, and how to make her contented, but I have lost my skills for today, apparently.  Plus, we have school… but we got startlingly little done today, what with me tending to Fiala so continually.

AND, the kids — even Ethan, who at 11yo is usually very helpful and most of the times behaves in such an exemplary way, and I’m so often filled with pride and pleasure in my dear son — have been CRAZY today — extremely disobedient, wild, uncooperative…

And, Ethan has a band concert tonight.  He plays trumpet, and twice a year, he plays with the public school band that my step-dad leads.  I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but I’m dreading going out in the cold (it’s a Winterfest, outdoor thing) with a inconsolable baby and unruly children.

AND, a dear bloggy friend e-mailed to say that her husband, here in the Phoenix area on business, had to be taken to the E.R. in the wee hours with what turns out to be a GIGANTIC kidney stone.  And, it looks like neither me nor my hubby can visit him until tomorrow morning.  I feel AWFUL about him being alone there in the hospital, knowing no one here in town (not even business associates), and us, unable to visit today.  I couldn’t imagine going through something similar, alone, out of town.  Dear man.  Please pray for him.

And I’m feeling the stress of being unprepared for Christmas, and unprepared for a party which we’re hosting on Saturday night.  The pressure mounts…

Dear Jesus…  ~sigh~

Woo hoo! Local produce!

Being that we live on the outskirts of the outskirts of town, there isn’t a farmer’s market anywhere within 20 miles of where I live.  Recently, though, my friend Cristi told me that there is a sort-of mobile farmer’s market, where the company involved brings bags of local produce to local drop-off points, and one drop-off is only about 3.5 miles from where I live!!  It’s called Chef-to-Chef.

The name comes from the fact that the owners originally thought they could sustain their company simply by selling to restaurants, but that proved to be not be economically viable for them, so they branched out to us regular folks, for which I am grateful.

I have found out that, while none of the farms used are certified organic, some are in the process of becoming certified, and all use sustainable farming practices.  (One is Crooked Sky Farms, and one is One Windmill Farm, both of whom, apparently, aren’t putting many of their resources into their website.)

One of the good things about living in the desert is that one can farm all year ’round.

So, last Saturday, my hubby picked up our big $25 bag, and it contained:

  • a bunch of green onions
  • a big bok choy
  • about 2 lbs of carrots
  • a bag of baby lettuces
  • a bag of fresh spinach
  • an acorn squash
  • a red onion
  • five apples
  • five white potatoes
  • four big tomatoes on the vine
  • a bulb of garlic
  • a head of broccoli
  • 1+ pound green beans

I’m probably forgetting an item or two, as well.

It was all tasty.

The only thing funny was the five small potatoes, which probably amounted to about a pound and a half, maybe.  I mean, when I have a family with six people who eat dinner, what am I going to do with only five undersized potatoes??  I ended up slicing them thin and cooking them in olive oil and fresh garlic, and supplementing them with two leftover baked potatoes I had (which I sliced and cooked in the leftover oil… and, at my hubby’s request, served separately, so as to not taint the “good” potatoes).

I’m just thrilled to have fresh, local, healthy produce.  😀

Mmmm…. Tea… For free!!

Our six months of Phoenix summer are over, so in our family, that means it’s Tea Season.  My hubby and I enjoy tea at nighttime, after the kids are in bed.  It caps off the day for us in a cozy way.  It’s amazing how cared-for each of us feel when the other starts the tea kettle and says, “What kind of tea would you like?”

The other night, he asked, “Do we have any of that one tea?  The honey vanilla one?”  He meant Celestial Seasonings Honey Vanilla White Tea Chai.  I replied that, unfortunately, we didn’t, but that I’d keep an eye out for it to go on sale.

Monday night I was grocery shopping.  I am a list shopper.  I keep a list of the things we need, or have run out of.  Then, I save the weekly food ads (or view them online, if I mistakenly recyce them too soon), and make my list based on a) what’s on sale, b) what we need, and c) what I have a coupon for.  A convergence of all three of those things is fabulous, but anymore, it rarely happens because of our family’s weird diet.

If you do coupons, you try it:  Go through your coupons and eliminate everything that has even the tiniest bit of wheat/rye/barley, or even minuscule amounts of dairy.  Then, go through what’s left and eliminate all household chemical cleaners.  (We buy all our cleaners, except OxyClean and toilet bowl cleaner, from Melaleuca.)

On top of that, I try my absolute best to eat healthy and chemical-free as possible, and that renders useless the coupon buying-power for a bunch of other stuff that’s otherwise GFCF, like “fruit snacks,” which I view as thinly veiled junk food, given its corn syrup and artificial coloring content.  So eliminate all junkfood coupons, too.

You’ll be left with a stack of usable coupons roughly 1/10 of what it used to be.

I blogged about a year ago about me losing heart with coupons.  Everyone who commented said, “Yes!  Coupons are a waste of time!  Jettison them!  I did!”  So, in some sort of oddly-directed rebellion, I thought, “I’ll show them!” and from that time, I went back to using coupons faithfully.  I still only save $5-15 a week with them, but I feel like I’m being more responsible with our family’s resources, even if maintaining them is a drag.

Anyways, back to The List.  I am NOT an impulse buyer.  If it’s not on the list, I don’t buy it.  But…  I bend a little, if I see something that didn’t make it to the list, yet is on sale and/or I have a coupon.  This happened on Monday night.

There I was, shopping, and lo and behold, I see that all the Celestial Seasonings teas are on sale for $1 each.  One dollar!  That’s fabulous, given that they’re usually $2.99.  Even better, I remembered that I had three fifty-cent coupons for that brand.  Even better, my grocery store doubles coupons up to fifty cents, taking $1 off of tea that costs $1.00.  So, I got three boxes of tea, all for FREE!

And, yes, though the selection was greatly picked-over, there in the back, I found a box of Honey Vanilla White Tea Chai.  Woo hoo!

By the way, if you’re gluten-free, make sure you check the ingredients of tea.  Many teas, some Celestial Seasonings varieties included, use roasted barley or barley malt as an ingredient.  Whodathunk tea would have gluten in it???

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