Gluten Free Banana Bread (Victory Never Tasted So Good)

Banana Bread has been a favorite treat of mine for as long as I can remember. My mom used to make a few loaves at a time and freeze the extras so we wouldn’t run out too quickly. When I went off to college, I only got banana bread when I went home. I wanted to make my own, but the recipe Mama used required a mixer, which I did not have. I began searching the Internet, hoping to find a recipe I could work with. Well, lucky me, I came across the mother lode of cooking sites, Simply Recipes. The banana bread recipe on the site is what kept me coming back for more and more culinary creations. I had the recipe memorized for a while, it's just that good. Finish reading this post, and then go check it out.

I have never been much of a baker, although I will say that my break-and-bake cookies and my Betty Crocker brownies are delectable. You laugh, but it is actually rather easy to screw them up, so let me be proud of myself, please! With all the accurate measuring and timing needed, baking from scratch is something I have to really motivate myself to do. So, when a little more than a year ago I ventured into a strange new world called “Gluten Free,” it was intimidating and scary and there was no wheat flour there. I thought it was going to be my worst nightmare. In fact, I have said several times in the past, “If I couldn’t eat bread or pasta I think I would die.” Well, I am still here, folks. I like puzzles and I like challenges, and the world of Gluten Free is just a big, challenging, wheat-less puzzle.

Initially, I despaired, thinking I would never again snack on (or binge on) the delicious banana bread that I missed so terribly. I tried making the Simply Recipes loaf by just subbing in a gluten-free all-purpose flour and I think I used stevia instead of sugar. I was not impressed. It was too dry and it just didn’t taste right. After resigning myself to a banana bread-less existence, I plucked up the motivation to do some more searching for the right recipe. One of them used rice flour and it was too gritty. Another one that used a mixer was too crumbly and cakey. I refused to give up and, inspired by Inigo Montoya, decided to go back to my favorite recipe.

"When the job went wrong, you go back to the beginning"

I looked at the Simply Recipes banana bread recipe and willed it to work with me. Since my last go-round with it I had learned a lot in the world of Gluten Free. I discovered coconut sugar and I had learned a little bit about some of the various gluten free flours. Almond flour and coconut flour are better at holding on to moisture and I wondered if they would solve my problem of the loaf coming out too dry and crumbly. Armed with my gluten-free allies, I began.

Here is the original recipe.  If you love gluten, give it a try. It's delicious.

Here are the ingredients I used:

• 4 bananas (mashed)
• 1/3 cup melted butter
• ½ cup coconut sugar
• 1 egg, beaten
• 1 tsp vanilla extract
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• a pinch of salt
• 1 cup Bob’s Red Mill Gluten-Free All-Purpose Flour
• ¼ cup Bob’s Red Mill Almond Meal/Flour
• ¼ cup Bob’s Red Mill Coconut Flour

 

Pre-heat your oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Peel and mash your bananas (You can use a potato masher, a fork, a whisk - whatever you've got. It doesn't have to be perfectly smooth). Add the melted butter, beaten egg, coconut sugar, and vanilla to the mashed bananas and mix with a wooden spoon until well blended. You will notice that the batter has a dark, caramel-like color because of the coconut sugar. Next, add the dry ingredients - baking soda, salt, gluten-free all-purpose flour, almond flour, and coconut flour. Mix until well combined. Grease/butter a 4x8 metal loaf pan and pour in the batter. In my experience, a metal pan works best; I have tried using stoneware and glass loaf pans and the banana bread comes out rubbery. Metal is the way to go!

Pop it in the oven for 60 minutes. I checked the center of the loaf with a knife to try to gauge whether it was cooked all the way through. I feared it would burn on the outside if I left it in too long, so I couldn't wait for the knife to come out totally clean, but it was pretty close.

After letting the loaf cool for about 10 minutes, I held my breath and flipped it out onto a cooling rack. It held together in one piece! It was a good sign! I hollered joyfully to my husband, “I made a gluten-free banana bread that didn’t fall apart!” Then I did a happy dance.

 

A few minutes later, we sliced into the loaf. It was only slightly crumbly on the outside and it was still moist on the inside. Better yet, the taste and texture were FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC! It might as well have been the recipe I had been making for the last few years. I did another happy dance.

I wanted to make sure this wasn’t some freak accident, so I stocked up on bananas and gave it another go, and the second loaf was EVEN BETTER. Drew had his first taste of it and declared, “This is the best banana bread I have ever had, gluten-free or otherwise.” He has been with me on this banana bread journey, so he knows that this is a very sweet victory I have won.

20 Things I Love About Fall

I hope I don't end up thinking of more things, because then I'll have to change the title of this post. In honor of my favorite season of the year, here are 20 things I love about fall!

1. The other name for fall, autumn, is pretty neat.
2. It begins in September, a couple of weeks after my birthday.
3. Bye-bye, humidity.
4. That “fall” aroma in the air that is so refreshing after a hot summer.
5. My candles from Bath & Body Works that imitate that fall aroma.
6. Being super jealous of your neighbor because their BBQ smells so good.
7. Being super jealous of your neighbor because you know their fireplace has got it going on.
8. MARCHING BAND
9. COLLEGE FOOTBALL
10. The World Series
11. All of my favorite tv shows begin new seasons.
12. Trees changing the colors of their leaves.
13. Walking on previously mentioned leaves when they are fallen and crunchy.
14. Lots and lots of scarves.
15. Cardigans in every color.
16. Peacoats. Can’t get enough of ‘em.
17. Hot soup on a cool evening.
18. Being able to open the windows!
19. THANKSGIVING and the whole month that follows leading up to Christmas.
20. Making crafty things like this:

Fairytales Are Stressful (And They Are Supposed To Be That Way)

Happily Married!

When I look at my husband, I find it hard to believe that I am actually married to him. We met online (which is the part I really can't believe), met in person (stranger danger!), fell in love (woohoo!), he proposed (I said, "yeah"), we planned a wedding, we are living a marriage. Pinch me, because I must be dreaming. Drew is brilliant and handsome and hardworking and loving and adoring. I am the luckiest girl in the world!

Marriage is a wonderful vocation and I love my husband very much. Amidst all of this love we are going through a lot of change - we moved halfway across the country, we are combining all of our belongings and merging our lifestyles, and we are having to manage our finances as we balance living with what we have and looking forward to the future. It is blissful, but also challenging. I was pondering all of this the other day when I said to him, “I feel like I am in a fairytale . . . a very stressful fairytale.”

Drew’s response to my statement was perfect. He replied, “Aren’t all fairytales stressful?” I had never thought of it that way before! I always hear the phrases “happily ever after” and “fairytale ending,” but the ending isn’t the entire story. For example, (SPOILER ALERT) in my personal favorite, The Little Mermaid, Ariel doesn’t see eye to eye with her father and when she falls in love with a human, things get nasty. She risks swimming into the creepiest cave ever so that an octopus named Ursula can transform her tail into legs in exchange for her voice. So, when she finally gets on land and meets Prince Eric, she can’t actually talk to him. She then has to watch him fall in love with Ursula disguised as Vanessa and she is barely able to stop their marriage. Then Ursula and Prince Eric try really hard to kill each other, Eric wins, and he is able to marry Ariel who was made human by her father, who changed his mind about her loving a human. She then leaves behind everything she is familiar with to be with her husband. I would bet that had it been available to her, Ariel would have spent a lot of time in therapy as a result of all the stress she experienced.

I love that my husband reminded me that even though things are a little bit stressful sometimes, this IS my fairytale. I would much rather go through all of this with him than be all by my lonesome. Who cares about the fairytale ending? Riding off into the sunset – that’s called a vacation; it isn’t real life. We watch and read fairytale stories, following characters through ups and downs and rooting for their success by the end of the story. We wait for THE END. Remember, it’s the WHOLE journey that is important, and that is the fairytale come true.

9/11 - From Student to Teacher

I was a freshman in high school, two days shy of fourteen years old, on 9/11/2001. It was probably the scariest day of my life so far and the memories of the fear and sadness I felt are permanently embedded in my heart, mind, and soul.

As a teacher for the past three years I had the great privilege and responsibility to teach my students about September 11^th each year. I looked forward to being able to share such a weighty historical moment with them. In my head, I was back in high school with my band teacher, bonding over tragedy, and I thought maybe I would have a similar moment with my students. I quickly realized, though, that this would not be the case.

A few days before September 11^th of my first year teaching I asked, “How old were you guys on 9/11?”

They thought for a moment and replied, “Second grade.”

Second grade. Only seven or eight years old. How many headline-news-events do you remember from that age? This would not be the lesson I played out in my head.

I began class on September 11^th with a simple question, “What do you remember from 9/11/2001?”

Students recalled being in class and their teachers turning on the televisions (in some schools) and watching, but being a little confused, as events unfolded. Students who lived closer to the attacks or who had family affected had stronger memories, but for most students in the small Florida town where I taught, 9/11 was an event that stuck in their minds, but they didn’t really understand it. After all, they were so young when it happened and their teachers and parents tried to shelter and protect them from the evil truth – that we were a terrorized nation. Later, I showed these students videos to give them a better idea of what actually happened that day, since that was what they wanted to know most, and then we learned about the memorials and new buildings being constructed to remember the attacks. The students then designed their own memorials and I think they felt a bit more connected to the history.

The second year, my students were even further removed from the events – they had only been in first grade. They were aware that bad things were happening on 9/11, but were even more sheltered than my students the year before. I felt like they were familiar with all the usual footage, so we watched a great documentary about a handful of the artifacts that have been donated to the Smithsonian and the people and stories behind them- a cell phone, part of a plane, a badge, and so on. I asked them, “If you could pick one object from your life on 9/11/2001 to tell your story from that day, what would it be?” Many of them mentioned the television, or an object from their classroom, or a comforting blanket or stuffed animal. Again, I think they felt more connected to history after this activity. I kept thinking, “They were so young. So innocent on that day.” My students wanted to hear my story, so I told them that I chose my clarinet, because I was in marching band class when I really learned what was going on. I stifled tears, and maybe I had that bonding moment I was hoping for.

Last year I was almost despairing over what my lesson would be. Those students were only in kindergarten on 9/11. For the third year in a row I asked, “What do you remember?” Almost nothing. I noticed that the younger the students were, the more their memories revolved around the adults in their lives and how the grown-ups acted. They mostly remember getting to go home early from school.

Over three years, responses evolved from, “I watched the news and I was scared because the planes were crashing and the buildings were falling,” to “I was scared but I didn’t really know why,” and finally, “I saw that the grown-ups were scared and it was confusing.” The thing that blows my mind the most is that there was only about an eight year age difference between me and my students. If I had been teaching this year, I bet those students would have recalled almost nothing.

It is frustrating from a teacher’s perspective, because the events of 9/11/2001 mean so much to me and I wish I could truly convey to my students what that day was like. At the same time, I am so grateful that they have had nothing to compare it to in their lifetime, yet I fearfully wonder what this generation’s “9/11” will be. Every age group has its defining historical moment, whether we like it or not.

So, on this day when Facebook statuses and news headlines proclaim, “Never Forget!” remember that there are young adults and children among us who don’t even know and will need us to teach them what happened and what that day was like, not just to rehash the same footage over and over again. They will need to the stories and the details in order to feel connected to the history. They will also need us to support them and to be there for them during their crisis, though I pray it never comes to that.

Better Than Famous Chili

Remember back in first grade when your teacher assigned you a “How To” project? You had to pick something you were good enough at doing so that you could explain to your classmates how to do it. I am about to travel back to that time with my very first How-To blog post. Hopefully it isn’t terrible.

In keeping with the introspective nature of my previous posts, it is time to talk about something that is of utmost importance to me. I LOVE soup. I could eat soup for every meal, everyday. One of the soupy varieties I like best is chili. It is one of my favorite things to make, it tastes delicious, and leftovers are even better. Despite this affinity, I rarely order chili out at restaurants; even though they brag about their “famous chili” on the menu (By the way, how can everyone’s chili be famous?), the bowl containing the so-called celebrity is usually a monochromatic mixture of meat and beans floating in a broth of oily tomato disappointment. Nothing else. I have been deceived! There has to be more than this! That can’t be the best you’ve got! Where is the color? The crunch? The excitement? In my world, chili is a reasonably spicy avenue through which wonderful meat, beans, AND veggies enter my hungry tummy. The vegetables are the secret to my Better Than Famous Chili.

The beautiful thing about chili is that you can adjust the ingredients to make it your own. Here is how I make mine . . .

I like to use:
- Olive Oil
- 1 large yellow onion, diced
- 1 lb. ground beef (I like to use 80/20 for chili)
- 2 cloves of garlic, minced
- one small can of tomato paste
- one cup of beer (if you are 21+) (you can also sub chicken/beef/vegetable stock)
- one large can of diced tomatoes, with juices
- 3 cans of beans, rinsed and drained (I use black, kidney, and great northern)
- one red bell pepper, diced
- one orange bell pepper, diced
- one yellow bell pepper, diced
- one small zucchini, large dice
- ½ cup baby bella mushrooms, diced
- 1 pepper (You can use serrano, jalapeño, whatever you like. Remove the seeds if you want less heat.)
- 1 tsp. cumin powder
- 1 tsp. chili powder
- 1 Tbsp. dried oregano
- Salt and pepper to taste

Optional Toppings:
- sour cream, avocado, shredded cheese, onion, tomato, cilantro

Get started by heating a couple tablespoons of olive oil in a stock pot over medium heat. I never measure, I just make sure the bottom of the pot is coated. Add the diced onion and stir occasionally as it cooks. If you are using fresh garlic, add it in so that it has time to soften. If you are lazy like me and you are using the jarred stuff, wait until the onions are nice and translucent, then throw in the garlic and stir it around for a minute, but don’t let it go too long or it will burn and become bitter tasting and make your breath stink (and nobody wants that).

Break up the onion-garlic-fest by adding in the ground beef. Side-note: this might sound odd, but I think ground beef, and red meat in general, is so good looking when it is raw. Maybe that makes me weird? Regardless, it needs to be cooked, so break it up into bite-sized pieces, and make sure it all gets browned. If you don’t have one, the Pampered Chef Mix ‘n’ Chop tool is perfect for this job. I have seen a similar utensil at retail stores, too.

Once your cow stops mooing, stir in the tomato paste so that it coats the ground beef. (If you are under age 21, add your cup of broth and skip the rest of this paragraph, because you can’t buy or consume alcohol. Bummer for you.) Then, add in one cup of a beer of your choice; please, for the love of beer and chili, just don’t pick something akin to water. I used the gluten free Omission Pale Ale. Get excited about the beer getting all fizzy in the pot, and let it simmer for a few minutes so that the alcohol cooks out and the flavor stays in. Drink the rest of the beer during your short break.

After the liquid has cooked down, add the diced tomatoes and then let your favorite beans in on the party. I usually use three cans: one is black beans, one is great northern (they add a creaminess to the finished product), and then a can of some sort of red bean. Stir in the bell peppers, zucchini, and mushrooms.

Time for some fuh-lay-vor! Add your hot pepper of choice, cumin, oregano, chili powder, and salt and pepper to taste. Admire how wonderful your chili smells as it simmers for a few minutes while all the spices meld into the stewy chili goodness. Meanwhile, prepare whatever toppings you like.

When you just can’t stand waiting any longer, taste your chili (without burning your tongue, please) and adjust any seasonings, if necessary. The zucchini and mushrooms should be soft but not mushy, and the peppers should maintain some of their crunch. Ladle into bowls, accessorize with toppings, and enjoy!

Get creative with it and add, subtract or adjust ingredients throughout the process to suit your desires. I like cheese, sour cream, and avocado with mine. I made some cornbread muffins to serve with the chili, too. Sometimes I skip the spoon and just use tortilla chips to shovel it into my mouth. This time, though, I enjoyed using our brand new soup spoons, which are more like small ladles! This tastes amazing hot out of the pot, is great leftover, and freezes well so you can do double duty and prepare a future meal while you cook tonight's dinner.

As a teacher, I have to say that constructive criticism is welcome; please let me know how I did with my “How-To” presentation!

Moving On

So far, all of the major milestone moments in my life have been accompanied by a significant move. I have to laugh, because I learned in AP Psychology that certain life events are identified as being significantly more stressful than others, even if they are “good” stress, and it seems like I don’t take on one at a time; I like to double or triple them up. Go big or go home, right? (Check out this site to see how stressed out you are.)

Notice that change in residence is worth 20 “life change units” out of 100. I personally think it should be more points, considering all the changes that go along with a move to a new home, but there are several ordeals at the top that have got to be worse (let’s hope none of us ever find out). Adding a move to another life event or three might feel daunting, but I have found it is best to take on the challenge and welcome it as a blessing disguised as brown boxes and clear packing tape.

Here is my own track record:

HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION

Two weeks after graduating from high school in Maryland, my family moved to Florida. Two months later I moved to the University of Florida to begin marching band camp. My Grandpa suddenly passed away a couple of days later and I traveled back to Maryland for the funeral, then flew back to Florida and attended my first college classes the next day and learned my first college halftime show in one practice (thank goodness it was simple).

End school (26 points) (<= Peace out, high school!)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= Hello, sunshine!)

Change in schools (20 points) (<= Go Gators!)

Begin school (26 points) (<= Where are my classes?! When are my classes?!)

Death of a close family member (63) (<= I miss you, Grandpa.)

Grand Total: 155

COLLEGE GRADUATION

After completing my M. Ed. at UF (before officially completing it, actually), I moved to Inverness, Florida to teach high school history. I started work at the end of July, graduated on August 7^th, and had my first day with students on August 9^th.

End school (26 points) (<= What do you mean, I’m not in college anymore?)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= This county doesn’t have a Target?! Panera?! Five Guys?! Chipotle?! Kohl’s?! A bookstore of any kind?!)

Change in working hours or conditions (20 points) (<= Employment is nice!)

            Change in financial state (38 points) (<= Paychecks are the best!)

Change in social activities (18 points) (<= I suddenly didn’t have many.)

Grand Total: 122

MARRIAGE

My husband and I married each other on June 8^th 2013. Following our honeymoon we lived in Drew’s apartment in Miami. At the end of June we moved into the spare bedroom at the home of his very wonderful and gracious friends as we waited for news about Drew’s job transfer. When we got the go-ahead, we packed up and drove to Dallas where we stayed in a hotel for a week and half, then moved to a hotel in Arlington for five days, then moved into our apartment with the help of my amazing father who drove all of our junk from Tampa to Arlington. (There’s your little nod, Daddy. Happy?)

Change in working hours or conditions (20 points) (<= Bye, bye, CHS.)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= Inverness to Parents’ House)

            Marriage (50 points) (<= Mrs. Smith is in the house!)

Vacation (13 points) (<= Honeymoon!)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= Parents’ House to Drew’s Apartment)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= Drew’s Apartment to Friends’ House)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= Dallas Hotel)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= Arlington Hotel)

Change in residence (20 points) (<= Home, sweet home!)

Grand Total: 203

Despite all the addition I just did, this post isn’t really about the points. There are no awards to be earned here, but it is interesting to quantify stress this way. I don’t add up these things on a daily basis, of course, but years later, I can look back at all the stuff that was happening in my life and be pretty proud that I came out on the other end relatively sane. I think. You tell me.

Anyway, this has been a very looooong digression. My POINT here is that I am thankful that God placed moves in my life when other big things were going on; I think moving ended up feeling less like a big deal and simply part of the natural process of whatever else was happening. In a cool way, these many re-locations serve as a clear break in each chapter of my personal development. There is no doubt in my mind that I grew up in Maryland. I went to college in Gainesville. I taught 11^th grade U.S. history in Inverness. Now, I am married and I live in Texas. For people who prefer compartmentalization, follow my example and you will be happy as a clam.

Admittedly, moving and unpacking and making new friends are added inconveniences when you are trying to start college, or a new job, or a marriage, but it has made all of those experiences more intense and significant to me. I know that I learned more about myself by moving around than I ever would have if I had stayed in one place all of this time. As a kid I imagined that I would always be able to go “home” to my parents’ house in Maryland, but I have since realized that it is okay to move, to form new traditions, to feel love and loyalty to more than one “home.” I don’t know where the future will take me, but when I find out, I am pretty sure my cynical response will be, “Oy ve! We have too much stuff to put this all in boxes again!” In the end, though, I will let optimism prevail, “Move on!”

The WAS Epiphany

Anyone who knows me also knows that I love words. They make me think through their many layers and shades of meaning to get down to the true definition. I also love it when I learn a new word and it seems to pop up everywhere. (Does that happen to anyone else?) I like knowing what words mean and understanding the nuances that make even synonyms different so that I can pick just the right one each time. I was the kid who wrote English and History papers with both the dictionary and the thesaurus perched on my desk, ready to provide assistance. Scrabble and Boggle are two of my favorite games and I relish in finding a big word that scores mega points. This post however, is about a small word, because the little ones deserve some attention, too.

Ladies and Gentlemen, today’s word of the day is: Was

The word WAS gets used everyday, probably by everyone, in many different contexts. It can recall any emotion or memory: regret, happiness, sorrow, excitement, longing. If it happened in the past, then WAS is there when we talk about it in the present. WAS is an itty, bitty word that most people probably don’t even think about using. I know I never did. I recently realized, though, how beautiful and powerful WAS can be. As we were getting ready for bed and talking about the day, I said to my husband, “I felt a little bit woozy for a moment today, but not like when I WAS sick. After I ate something I felt fine.” (No, I am not pregnant.) It occurred to me that I hadn’t really referred to the past year as a WAS. 

Twelve months ago I WAS not feeling that great and I could not figure out why, nine months ago I WAS feeling terrible and some days passed in a blur, and six months ago I started to feel so much better thanks to a major overhaul of my diet. The past six months have been both a challenge and a blessing. There have been really aggravating moments when I wondered if I would ever get to the bottom of the “What’s wrong with me?” question. There were also moments when I surprised myself by finding that I did not think about my health at all because I felt good. I became even more patient and more sympathetic to others with ailments and I learned, again, that it is okay to take time to care for myself. To keep it all in perspective, I reminded myself that so many people suffer far more intense health problems than I did. Now, I am utterly thankful that, all things considered, I am very healthy. My supportive family and friends who love me and pray for me make me constantly aware of how lucky I am.

I married Drew a few days past one year from the time I started feeling unwell. As frustrating as the prior year had been, I got through it day in and day out, largely because of his unwavering love and encouragement. How many men are willing to dive into gluten free, sugar free, yeast free, dairy free cooking? (Praise the Lord, most of that food is back in my diet, to one degree or another.) Because of him, our wedding vows meant so much on our special day and I barely made it through “in sickness and in health” without bursting into tears. Today, I feel like a different person than who I WAS one year ago. God willing, I will continue to feel this way. WAS has the power to put something in the past. It is a subtle word, one that I am blessed to say passed through my lips with ease.

And since this has been stuck in my head the entire time I WAS writing this:

Fuzzy Wuzzy WAS a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy WASN’T very fuzzy. WAS he?