GF Pan Biscuits

 

Get out your small mixing bowl and put an egg in it. ADD:

2 T. oil

2 T pumpkin

1/4 tsp salt

2 T dried basil

Approximately 1/2 C gf flour mix

I love bread. One of the difficult challenges of a gluten free diet is losing bread. These little pan biscuits make up for it just fine.

Whisk the wet ingredients together. Then add the salt and basil. Whisk a bit longer. Add the flour by heaping tablespoons one at a time. Whisk each spoonful of flour into the mix. Add flour slowly so you can control the consistency. When the mixture is the consistency of library paste (that stuff you ate from the jar in kindergarten). Oh sorry, not you? You must have been the one eating the erasers! Back to the consistency of sticky, clingy dough. It should still stick to the spoon but have enough body to stand on its own.

Wet a spoon. Scoop the sticky batter into a preheated and oiled warm skillet. Dip the spoon in water scoop another portion of batter and place it on the skillet. Set your timer for ten minutes. This makes 6 biscuits.

Between Yin & Yang

Everything is Yin and Yang. Except when it is morphing. And it is always morphing. Like picking molecules from a bucket of slime, we cannot.

The Middle has slipped so far right that the left is the middle and the right is out of sight. Screaming at it won’t bring it back. Centering comes from calming the fuck down. Take responsibility for where you are now. We have all contributed in some way.

My Thing:
No traction. But not victim. It’s a life. Right and wrong happened. Out of the heat. Into a cool rainy place. Desire fulfilled. The glass mountain confronts. Slipped and crashed to the ground. Now injured in recovery. Traction. The insurmountable glass mountain prevents upward passage. My thing? A walk in the woods. Careful, with a cane and a cat.

A new audio tale: “Alone in the Woods”
https://www.jewellstarsinger.com/talks

Green Drink Redux

One of the staple drinks of my adult life is Green Drink. It is a pineapple based blender drink with parsley, spirulina and a touch of hunny. It has been going through revisions lately, as I can’t make the arduous walk to and from Safeway for their lovely organic parsley, so I improvise, which always brings a tint of excitement and sometimes bitter disappointment. I do mean bitter in the flavor way, like when i put Nasturtiums in the drink, though it can be emotionally challenging as well ; )

Today’s parsley is not parsley, but cilantro, from the garden – with a touch of ginger, then the usual pineapple and hunny; a dash of salt – because what is life without salt? – and vegan gelatin for fingernails, flax seed meal for large fluffy poops, and hulled hemp seeds for a bit of oiliness and protein. Zip it around a few times in the blender and there you have it…

… a meal in a glass. After a few hours in the fridge, it bulks up into a thick malt-style drink that easily replaces any dairy you may still believe yourself attached to.

I found spirulina tablets so now I don’t even make the drink at all. For future reference it will be called Beige Drink. With enough Hunny, anything tastes good.

Relief is A Gene Test Away!

L-Methylfolate is my Savior! Because a Genius, known as my doctor, Kamara Dodd, tested me for the MTHFR mutation and vitamin B12 deficiency and Ding Ding, I was a Winner! Now, a B12 shot is on the menu once a week. My feet, formerly imbedded in primeval tar, are freed to fly. The weight loss improves flight as well. Yes a few more pounds have drifted away as well. In two years my weight has gone from 199 to 167 pounds. At 5’7″ I will settle at 155. At my age, a bit of padding is a good thing. Looking forward to that “inner thigh clearance.” I miss that most of all because of the chafing while wearing a dress.

Between MTHFR and B12 and actually reducing my Armour Thyroid dose from 180MG to 120MG, normalcy abounds! Finally, after years of Abusive Doctors, there exists, in the system, a real DOCTOR. She is a Woman. Just saying. (Mea Culpa-Female Preference). After all, that Old Crone Doc last year, whoa, what a mean old lady she was!

“No you can’t have Armour thyroid! What justifies that? What do you know? I am the doctor! Stop talking about yourself! Stop it!” I did not stop and she put up her hand to my face, as in…“Talk to the hand!” Unbelievable! So I stood up to her and fired her right on the spot, then the funniest thing happened! She fired me back. Well, was I to stand for another dose of rude old beeatch from her? Absolutely not. I fired her again.

That was a rush, after so many years, count them… age 45 when the thyroid surgery happened until age 68 when an Empathic and Scientific woman figured me out in 6 months, all the while putting up with my rage and fear.

So here’s to “feelin’ groovy”!

Awesome Thyroid Site!

AWESOME THYROID SITE!

Apologies for my delinquent bloggings. I am juggling too many oranges and apples as is normal for my lot. That is – Mutable Mutable Mutable energies everywhere in my freaking chart!

Check this out ASAP is you are a Thyroid Cripple, like me!

GETTING TO NORMAL

I am feeling okay. That is a huge disclosure. It’s like saying that the sharp stick in my eye has pulled out a bit and now my eye is simply slowly leaking eye-juice instead of gushing life force.

Mo betta!

Right now I am getting the word out for my ebook publication, “GOD GETS LAID”, so I must budget my time between my many interests and ills. Whilst I get my poop in a group, I want you to know about the web site that has helped me more than anything.

STOP THE THYROID MADNESS

This woman has researched like a mole digging to China. She has grouped the poop on Thyroid issues. Go see her if you have any reservations about your thyroid meds and your symptoms. I will check in asap.

JewellStarsinger.com

… is up and running. The Blog section will be following along soon. Stay tuned for health news for all Living Beings. I love you Gyns. (Guys comes from a feminine root word, “gyn” meaning female organs and such! Just ignore the “u”!)

T3 Adventure

The doc put me on 60 MG of Armour Tyroid. It is not enough. I don’t feel up to speed. The blood test says it’s enough. Sooo. Today I am starting a new protocol. I cut my T3 pill into four pieces. That makes each piece equal to about 6 mcg. I plan to supplement the Armour with a dab of T3.

WILL KEEP YALL POSTED!

My New Address!

My site is up! Visit Me At …

WWW.JEWELLSTARSINGER.COM

IS ALIVE!

My Doc Called Me!

It was so weird. The phone rang.

“Hello.” No answer. “Hello,” I repeated loudly. Then,

“This is Kamara.” Who was this little girl calling me? I can’t figure it out. Then,

“Oh, my doctor, Kamara Dodd.” Is this too good to be true? I must be dreaming. She called me for the second time since I saw her ten days ago to tell me that my RT3 is high. My new doctor with the small girl voice is the perfect combination of scientist and shaman. I count myself lucky, because even though it has taken eighteen months to find her, I could not find anyone like her in Tucson for twenty years.

See how different it looks when your perspective widens?

The Good News

OMG, I am so happy to have this beautiful being in my life.

I feel like the cat who swallowed the canary or the chimp who finally stole a popsicle from a toddler. The good news is that I have a new doctor who understands integrative medicine. She wears blue jeans, is 40-something and lived in Hawaii! Who could ask for anything more? She ordered all the right thyroid tests and is setting me up with the very best back surgeon near Portland, (“The only one I would recommend to anyone.”)

She’s got grit and no ego. She’s gonna put me back on track. She’s okay with pharmaceuticals, but when I told her that my goal is to remove them all from the “diet,” she was a-Okay, ready and willing to help me in the manner of my choosing.

Pain-wise, the spine is bringing me down, head and shoulders; back and legs, but it looks like in due time, my youthful pain-free existence is possible, at least for the next few years, the most important years, yet to come!