A Paleo breakfast for a Paleontologist

And need I say more?

There was an excavation of a mammoth skeleton going on in the kitchen, breakfast was sizzling, and I simply could not resist.

The mammoth was eventually assembled and is now on display with the T. Rex from last year.  She’s starting a collection.  Oy vey–the things I get myself in to.

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And yes, the pancakes are Paleo.  Coconut flour and almond meal flour…delish she says and almost just like mom’s infamous PoohandPigletpancakes.  This is only about the fifth or sixth Paleo pancake recipe we’ve tried, so we’re getting there if they taste almost “normal.”  The sausage is from Whole Foods, not sure if it’s grass-fed (a stipulation for Paleo), but we’re going with it right now.

And the chocolate milk you ask?  Dark chocolate almond milk.  Delish she says.

All is good in our world.  Lots of snowflakes falling as I write.  Maybe we’ll finally get enough to make it look like winter around here.

Oh, and get this.  I sweetly, ever so sweetly mind you, asked the dear husband to start, pretty please with coconut sugar on top, bringing me the Christmas bins.  So I can begin the long process of packing everything away.  He looked at me quite incredulously and said “Already?  You’re going to take all the decorations down already?”  I kid you not.  Lately I’ve been wondering who pulled a fast one on me and switcherooed the Scrooge I used to live with and replaced him with this man who is enjoying the Season.  Not that I mind, mind you.  It’s simply divine.  Delish if you will.

Blessings be.


About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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