Monday, July 18, 2011

Lunch Box Chronicles: Day One-Hundred and Twenty Nine (Happy Belated Birthday Emma)


It's been awhile since I have written as I have been working diligently to find the perfect partners to help Spelt Right grow while making our bagels and breads the best ever.   Life has been challenging - not challenging in a life or death sense - but challenging in a balancing the many pieces of a perpetually busy life sense.  Good thing I have good people in my life to reign me in at times.

My time this summer has been split between home and AWAY.  The kids' birthdays are one way to anchor me and those anchors have been one of my links to sanity.

Our cake boss days continue - Spencer has been on a cake making mission.   He made one in early June for his older sister's birthday - Emma - 19 years vibrant.

As always, the cake was quite amazing - soft, tasty, chocolatey - simply out of this world...On a recent business trip, I brought a piece of cake to my business associate from AWAY.   Perhaps not the best move.....We have created another addict to spelt chocolate cake - his simple request each time I return on a business trip - BRING A PIECE OF THE SPELT CHOCOLATE CAKE.

Enough on cakes and more on birthdays - I am very proud of my 19 year old.  She did a stellar job her first year in college, and now is doing a stellar job as an intern at the VIA advertising agency in Portland.  I like to take some credit that perhaps she learned some of her work ethic from her mom while making bagels at Spelt Right during the past three summers- but maybe I am taking a little too much credit.

Perhaps, this kid, now woman....is just stellar.   Happy Belated Birthday Emma.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lunch Box Chronicles: Day One-Hundred and Twenty-Eight (Kick-Ass Pizza)

OK, this might not be the proper vernacular for a mommy-type blog, but I just have to say it.  Spelt Right makes a kick ass pizza dough - and Whole Foods Portland makes a super kick ass - pesto pizza with Spelt Right dough known as the Penobscot.

This is so good it should be illegal!  

Having just delivered a boat load of spelt pizza dough to Whole Foods, I was inspired to order a pizza on the way home after running errands.

The picture Tim took is a little bizarre.  It makes the pizza look like it is glowing.  Could this pizza  possibly have a divine purpose?  Is radioactive?  Or is it simply just kick-ass?  In my humble opinion ----- a little of each.

Divine Kick Ass Spelt Pizza from Whole Foods - Portland

Friday, July 1, 2011

Lunch Box Chronicles Day One Hundred Twenty-Seven (Country Inns, Bears, Dogs, and Really Nice People)

CALL and SPEAK to a REALLY NICE PERSON!   800-444-9245

You know a place has to be good,  really good when your nine year old remembers the favorite place she visited when she was a whopping 7.

Olivia told me exactly where she wanted to go on vacation.  “For a really special vacation,  I want to go back to that place where there are really nice people, a dog named Teddy Bear, a game room, a pool and Jacuzzi, a movie room, and a really great breakfast and it is right near Story Land.”

Now, this might sound like one of those all inclusive glitzy resorts, but really it is just home away from home – a great big house with everything you would want in your own house, and an extra set of parents to boot – Linnea and Rod are super hosts.  When you call, you will speak with one of them – some really nice people!!!

If you are looking for the perfect safe and comfortable place to bring your kids, I highly recommend the Old Field House Country Inn in Intervale, NH. One visit and you will be hooked.   The living room is a perfect place for the adults to relax and share stories, while the kids gallivant in the floor below between  the game and movie rooms.   Soon, all guests become friends, playing games together, eating together, sharing stories, playing with the resident dog – Teddy Bear,  and ooohing and awwwing the resident black bear – now duly named Teddy Dog.

THE OLD FIELD HOUSE COUNTRY INN, INTERVALE NH
Olivia and I love this place.   We visited 2 years ago,  brought some of our Spelt Right bagels to share, and enjoyed all that the Old Field House Inn had to offer.  We were surprised when we returned two years later that Rod and Linnea remembered Olivia (who could forget?), and our Spelt Right bagels and story, and asked us about our entrepreneurial adventures over the past two years.  It was like visiting old friends and catching up.   Pretty remarkable!

So, if you want to get away from the stresses of being home, but have the feeling like you are home AND you would like to meet a bear named DOG and a dog named BEAR, we highly recommend a trek to a place slightly off the beaten path.  As Longfellow recommended, take the road less traveled....


TEDDY DOG - THE RESIDENT BLACK BEAR CUB AT THE  OLD FIELD HOUSE INN

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Lunch Box Chronicles: Day One-Hundred and Twenty-Six (On Turning Nine Twice)

Olivia’s 2nd Ninth Birthday

Turning 9 is awesome, especially if you get to turn 9 twice. 

Olivia has had a tumultuous year between switching schools and having many transitions at home.  Age 8 will be memorable for her, but not for warm and fuzzy reasons. 

Mom was distracted often – trying to get her business to rise like a helium balloon, but often feeling the lead weight drag the balloon and her down with it – and dodging the pin that is ever present to burst that balloon. 

Grandma suffered many health challenges and moved in and then moved out of our house.

Mom was distracted again – making some major transitions in her business plans while managing  Grandma’s health crises, and cleaning out and selling Grandmas’s house.  

Dad was doing all he could do to support all of the chaos, while maintaining a sense of semblance.  

Emma was tucked safely away in college, able to avoid much of the fracas. 

And, Spencer dealt with the stress in a creative sweet fashion: he has become the in-house cake-boss.  He often spends free time planning the next cake he will make.

Cake-bosses are handy when you need to have two birthdays for turning 9 because your parents barely could swing a real birthday party on your real birthday (See Lunch Box Chronicle Day One Hundred Twenty-Two) and it took them more than a month  to fit  in a wild kid party. 

But really, what is in a date?  Isn’t it about the feeling, the hope, the joy of being born and then celebrating that birth whenever and where ever.  That leads me to think, we should celebrate our birthdays every day, forget just once or twice a year.   But, in order to keep our girth in check, we should reserve the cakes for just 10  or 12 of the celebrations,

Hopefully, Olivia’s 9th year will be less tumultuous than her 8th year.  By the looks of the picture, she is off to a good start.

And for the spelt cake recipe……we will have to wait for 13 year old Spencer to disclose his secrets!

Monday, June 6, 2011

Lunch Box Chronicles: Day One-Hundred and Twenty-Five (Let Food Be Thy Medicine)

http://www.themotherhoodblog.com/2011/06/let-food-be-thy-medicine-guest-post-by.html


MONDAY, JUNE 6, 2011

Let Food Be Thy Medicine: Guest-post by Beth George of Spelt Right Baking Company

In today’s guest-post, Beth George, co-founder and owner of Spelt Right Baking, tells the story of how one mother's desire to help her son grew into a new business that helps many. 

*This is a story Beth has told many times, and much of this article appears word-for-word on the Spelt Right Baking's "About" page. We are happy to re-publish the origin of Spelt Right here, at The MotherHood, because we believe in Beth and Tim's mission to raise awareness along with the bread they bake.

Photo courtesy of Bates College and Beth George.

Transformative is the best way to describe the diet change in our family. 

We certainly are not perfect. It's tough to find all-organic foods, especially in Maine where we live, but the changes we've made are significant: we don't buy foods made with industrial wheat and other industrial grains, or artificial colors, flavors, or preservatives. We've also eliminatedhydrogenated oils, MSG (monosodium glutamate), HFCS (high-fructose corn syrup), and anything that reeks of highly refined or altered foods. 

It has improved our lives beyond expectation.

As stated by the great philosopher Hippocrates in 460 BC, “Let Food Be Thy Medicine; Let Medicine Be Thy Food.”

Our son, who is now 13, use to experience significant health and behavioral problems, and was diagnosed between the ages of four and seven, with ADHD, Asperger’s, Pervasive Developmental Disorder and a host of other disorders. He also had frequent ear infections and a compromised immune system. Sometimes he would flap his hands, moan, and get red-hot ears; he might rock, become extremely agitated or hyperactive. At times, though, he was quite calm, introspective and manageable.

At the time he was diagnosed, I was practicing law as a child advocate attorney representing hundreds of children in the system—in juvenile courts, in state custody, and in special education. I witnessed a misdirected, overburdened, over-budgeted, and ineffective system. The kids had tons of resources thrown at them but things were not improving. I was shocked by the number of kids being diagnosed with various disorders and systematically placed on drugs, with no quantifiable improvement. Most were recidivists in the juvenile system and many, within a few years, made their way into the adult criminal system.

I witnessed a system that was/is broken and I wanted to change it—the problem being that systems are hard to change. The issue hit home when my son, our middle child, was being diagnosed similarly to the kids for whom I advocated. I knew that I had to stop the train with him or my child could become embroiled in the same, ineffective system.

LOOKING FOR ANSWERS
I was not convinced of the accuracy of the diagnoses, and was skeptical about the recommendation to test psychotropic drugs on our son. We wanted to find out what was triggering the physical and emotional reactions in him and resisted the proposed drug therapy. I started out by reading the current research and talking to other parents, which led me to consider my son's problems as possibly a reaction to specific foods.

One doctor we had consulted recommended that we try non-wheat breads. I had seen a loaf of spelt bread at my nanny's apartment and asked why she was eating it.  She told me that it was wheat-free bread, and that she felt better eating it compared to 'regular' bread. (This was pre-2006 when the FDA had not yet required that all spelt products contain the phrase "Contains: wheat".Spelt is not a wheat-free food.*)

I thought I would buy some for my son. It was good and he had no adverse reactions to it, but it fell apart easily—which made him cry at school. So, I decided to try and make my own spelt bread that tasted good and would not fall apart.

By the time my son was nine, we moved beyond bread and had completely changed his diet, eliminating all artificial additives, preservatives and colors.

The results were profound. 

After implementing a regulated, but very satisfying diet, my son's life was completely turned around. He is now free of any diagnoses and is in the gifted program in middle school. He is one of the nicest, most creative and grounded thirteen-year old boys I know. Additionally, he is a budding chef and baker, and can make just about anything from scratch.

This is nothing short of remarkable given that he could barely sit at a desk just a few years before.


A BUSINESS IS BORN
In the process of helping my son, I have helped myself, and have learned how to help others. 

In 2007, as a result of the need to find better food for our son, I and my husband, Tim Kane (vice president of a local college) created an all-natural baking company,Spelt Right Baking.  pizza dough—ever! (Currently all our products are available online.)

Also since 2007, I have been writing, talking, and baking my way to get attention for this very important issue: to educate others on the critical importance of healthy, nutritious foods for our mental and emotional well-being.

In the course of growing our business, we have heard from so many of our customers about their own health challenges, including diabetes, insulin resistance, Lyme Disease, arthritis, migraines, heart and artery disease, skin issues, obesity, behavior problems, and how they have been able to improve their health through diet change, including a switch from industrial grains to heirloom grains like spelt.

We have come to the conclusion that America does not face a health crisis, but rather a nutrition crisis.

I think about the money that the government could save (just in the educational system alone) if people simply fed their kids better foods. I am convinced that the special education and juvenile justice systems would become less burdened, not to mention the health care costs of the general public.

SHARE YOUR STORY WITH US
We would love to hear the stories of other families that have found health and sanity through diet change.

You can post on our blog: http://speltrightbaking.blogspot.com/ or email me directly beth@speltrightbaking.com.

Thank you and be well!

Beth George, co-founder and owner, Spelt Right Baking

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Lunch Box Chronicles: Day One-Hundred and Twenty-Four (On the Meaning of Chicken Soup)

Whether we admit it or not, we all need comfort.  The need comes in all shapes and sizes.  The need may emanate from a cold drizzly spring that has haunted Maine, or from boo-boos and a runny nose on a 9 year old, or from too much homework for a 13 year old, or just from feeling overwhelmed as the 47 year old daughter of an 85 year old mother who needs have become greater than the daughter could honestly manage.  And sometimes that comfort simply cannot be found in others, but needs to be created from scratch.  My youngest honed right in on that need the other day.  "Mom,  I would like chicken soup."   "Really, honey?  I let you stay home from school, but I have soooo much to do....clean out grandma's house, deliver some bagels, do some business planning...making chicken soup is going to take time."  "But, Mom," she pleaded, "Really, I need chicken soup."  The request was reasonable, almost brilliant, and I decided that the comfort for the day needed to made from scratch.
BETH'S EVOLVING CHICKEN SOUP RECIPE
My soup recipes are unscientific, but time tested.  I always start with olive oil, chopped onions, and crushed garlic (with salt) in the bottom of the pan.  After the onions soften and are slightly browned, I add chopped carrots and potatoes.  I then follow with whatever chicken is on hand (frozen chicken breasts this time).  I add more oil if necessary.  Next comes the kitchen sink - i.e., whatever I can find in the fridge or freezer.  This time: sliced mushrooms, fresh asparagus, and frozen green beans.  Spinach is also good.  Keep sauteing, adding enough oil to keep from sticking.  Add a small amount of water to make dark broth.  Then add as much water as will fit in the pan.  Spice as you like.  I used chopped parsley, sea salt, pepper, and basil.   Keep cooking until chicken is done, veggies are soft, and broth is flavorful.

Serve with Spelt Right bread.

The end result: A comforting meal for those in need of comfort.

Be well, cook with your family.  Your children will remember this far more than the multitude of plastic gifts we give  them.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Lunch Box Chronicles: Day One-Hundred and Twenty-Three (A NY Bagel, Really??)

OK, this one is not a recipe, but rather an observation, or perhaps, a rant, about the state of what we call food in the U.S.  On a recent trip to NYC to introduce our healthful SPELT RIGHT bagels, breads, and pizza dough to people in the BIG APPLE with health challenges (diabetes, insulin resistance, inflammatory diseases, etc.) and to spread the word about good nutrition (ok, I am a bit of a proselytiser here), I happened upon a very curious object.

Please see the picture.

The colors drew me in and I felt compelled to buy it.  I just had to show this to my son Spencer, whose health and behavior were so adversely impacted by foods with common wheat (the typical NY bagel), and other foods with wild food colors (the not-so-typical NY bagel).  Once we cleared his diet of anything that eked of this bagel (including foods with common wheat and foods with artificial additives)  this dear child transformed from being uncomfortable and out of control, to healthy, happy, and easy going.  Food is IT!!!  It's one thing we all share in common....the desire to be fed well.

This THING is representative of the sad state of affairs we call a health crisis in the country.   Hey folks, it's a nutrition crisis!!!   A little sense goes a long way.

BTW, this colorful monstrosity is now like a museum piece!  Without any shellac whatsoever, this braid of artificial color and bleached/bromated flour is now like a stone.  It also contains bromates which are really bad for you!!!

Imagine what you would have felt like if this colorful sphere ended up in your stomach??   Perhaps the quintessential lead weight?   You might even say, "I can't believe I ate the whole thing...or, even took a bite."

My solution....eat spelt, your body will thank you.....You will have no regrets!!