When the love of your life has to make diet changes that incorporates very little salt and fat you start really analyzing food labels. Add to the issue that he’s a type 1 diabetic so carbs are a needed part of this balance and things start to get really tricky. The carbs of choice are rice and tortillas. But tortillas without salt are almost impossible to find. So like a good little foodie nerd I found a couple recipes to try. Initially they were awful using only flour, canola oil, and water. After a little searching i found a recipe on Childhood101 that I decided to adapt. These are perfect! They bubble just like they’re supposed to and taste great! Such a fast recipe too! This will definitely become a regular recipe in our household.
Homemade Salt-free Flour Tortillas
- 3 cups all purpose flour
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/3 cup canola oil
- 1 cup warm water
In a mixer, incorporate the dry ingredients.
Add the canola oil and water and mix until the dough forms a ball and pulls away from the sides of the bowl.
On a floured surface, kneed the dough until smooth (about 5 minutes).
Divide into 16 pieces, roll into balls, and slightly flatten before covering with a clean dish towel to rest for 15 minutes.
Once the dough is rested, roll one ball out as thin as possible (I used a Silpat to make rolling the dough easier) before cooking in a dry non-stick skillet on medium heat. When the dough starts to bubble flip it over and cook for another 15-30 seconds. Place the fully cooked tortillas in a covered dish so they stay pliable and hot. Enjoy!
I’m told that these can be frozen but they’re just too good to last so I wouldn’t really know how well that works.
Bubbles mean time to flip!
I’ve lived in the Midwest for most of my life and it still surprises me sometimes at how I haven’t explored some places yet. Saint Louis isn’t very far and yet this weekend was the first time I got to visit. I was able to surprise the BF 100%. He had no idea where we were going or what we were doing (let alone that I had planned on meeting up with some of his family). It was a great weekend with perfect spring weather.
Saint Louis is known for its arch, its blues, and the Cardinals. Although it’s still spring training we still got to see some games on TV. Kansas City blacks out the Cards spring training here… something about having two teams in the same state makes people a little crazy. We spent some time by the mighty Mississippi River and the Arch. We actually stayed just a couple blocks from the arch so we were able to see it in all it’s shiny glory (and almost everything was within walking distance). Now the blues in this town is of a caliber you have to see to believe. Absolutely amazing shows in the small dive bar we found on our first night in town. I can’t wait to go back.
Overall the trip was grand but, as always, the company was the best part. Sharing good times with good people makes everything better. I’ve been blessed with such great people in my life (both my family and his). Spending time together with the BF always makes separating harder but it also makes us stronger.
I am just over one year into my journey to become a doctor of chiropractic. It is daunting and I’ve struggled along the way. But if it was supposed to be an easy path then everyone would be called Doctor. Cleveland Chiropractic College is unlike any other academic environment I’ve ever experienced. When I tell people that we are a family, I don’t think they fully grasp how deep our love for each other really lies. I’ve heard about super competitive schools and while we are competitive, ours is a friendly competition and not the cut-throat sabotage variety. At any time someone will offer tips for how to study for a test or freely share their old notes with another student. It is the most genuinely caring environment I’ve ever been privileged enough to call home.
When people say it is a blessing to lift others up so they might succeed I am proud to say that Clevelanders exhibit this every single day without a second thought. It is as much from the faculty as it is from the other students. I know that at any time I can talk with a professor who will set everything down, and with genuine interest, answer any questions I might have or offer guidance if that’s what I’m needing. Open door policy is a way of life here and even with instructors that I may not have taken classes from yet.
Once a year we all get together for a night of relaxing fun. It’s the Cleveland Chiropractic formal. Everyone gets dolled up, enjoys a great meal, and shares some laughs with students and faculty alike. The food was delicious, the music was perfect, and everyone had a great time. It’s a nice reminder that every once in a while we all need to set the studying down and step back to enjoy the life we are living right now. Once we are finished with school and have our fancy diploma we will wish that we could have spent more time with our chiropractic family.
I raise a glass to you all. You are the support group that others should strive to become!
Chiro Prom 2015
I am now fur-mommy to the most adorable puppy. He’s constantly making us laugh with his antics. Watching him discover his world is just as fun. He’s taking to potty training really quickly and since he’s teething he’s kind of fussy sometimes for no reason. But I know that will pass and at least this time around I know puppies lose baby teeth so I know what’s coming. Currently he’s flipping around all over the living room floor because he’s never had a tag on his collar and he’s not so sure about this new addition.
We went through several names before deciding on Cooper. Some names seemed so promising but with more and more personality coming forth they didn’t fit quite right.
Mr. Cooper is part sheltie and part mini American Eskimo and was born Sept 3. He surprised us when we found that he loves to play with his adoptive sister (a 3 year old Australian Shepard) and they tucker each other out. After just one meeting I can already tell he’s going to get along just fine with her… 8 pounds of dominance in him even. He’s a handful but he’s mine and I love him.
Turkey day part 1 went down without a hitch but that also might be because I was simply a guest bringing a cake. Nothing dangerous to worry about there. We had such a good time with his family and playing Balderdash with his sisters and cousins was a blast!
Fastforward to yesterday at my mom’s house and we get a bit of a different story. Brie is a cheese with a wax that can be removed so the cheese can be baked and results in a wonderful melty pot of heaven. Removing the wax from a wheel of brie is no longer my job I’m guessing since the knife I was using didn’t like the idea of a quiet family holiday but instead had its mind set on bloodshed. Yep. Nothing like a holiday trip to get stitches. At least the physician assistant that put humpty back together was fun to talk to. Granted, I can’t like her too much since I was only given a script for some antibiotics and nothing to help with the throbbing I was experiencing. Oh well.
I’m interested to see how much nerve damage I end up with after it is all healed. I was changing my bandage today and noticed that there is a decent sized area that has lost feeling. Could be fun. So it goes. At least I can still say that I’ve never broken anything… although maybe if I had broken something instead I would have good meds in my possession.
No that isn’t a vat of blood… it’s Betadine.
With all the strain that the tensions in Ferguson are causing near and far I would like to take a moment to remind everyone that we are all the same with just a few minor variances. No matter our backgrounds, bank balances, education levels, family history, traumas, hopes, dreams, or memories: we are all the sum of millions of cells making up tissues which in turn make up organs and ultimately a body. We are all the same bag of guts really. It is the same spark of humanity we all carry. So why would one bag of guts hate another bag of guts so much that they would intentionally inflict harm upon them? I know that it is hard to remember that we are all the same especially when it comes to such a passionate issue as fairness. Because that’s really what I see when I watch the news lately and it’s not just in Ferguson.
One person is killed in a carjacking… why? Because the vandal didn’t think it was fair that the victim had something he wanted so he took it. A building gets burned down in an arson… why? Because the owner didn’t think it was fair that he pays so much for insurance on the building yet his bank account isn’t as full as he would like. On Friday there will inevitably be news about fights breaking out in stores… why? Because someone grabbed the last barbie/video game/insert-random-material-object-here as another person reached for it.
In this time of giving thanks remember to be thankful for your struggles as well as the blessings. It is the battles we all fight, both big and small, that make us stronger and thrive. I know this is a strange message but I feel that it is one that we all need to be reminded of from time to time. That being said I wish happiness on everyone today and for the future.
Happy birthday to my favoritest Mama ever. I can’t imagine plotting evil things without you. :)