Living in two places makes eating challenging sometimes. Truth. When we do go home on the weekends, I feel like I am preparing to come back to Champaign. I want to see everyone. Do everything. Sometimes I prep meals. Sometimes I don’t (here lately it has been more on the don’t side).
A reminder that we are living in a frat house. So Monday through Friday we work in Champaign, staying in the space provided by Zach’s job. Lacking my own kitchen space, I feel bad using the houses. Therefore, I try to prep food on Saturday or Sunday to take with and heat up, like this delicious meal I am about to share. But like I said, sometimes I am good, other times I am not.
This meal above, however is by-far my favorite thing I have made to bring yet. It was incredibly easy to make. AND it made a ton. I had enough to eat some every day. It tasted freaking delicious. The only downfall, may be, that it smelled a little bit when heated (blame the cauliflower). It also reminds me of my childhood and the pigs my grandma used to make on New Years morning. Waking up in a house full of cousins. Snow outside. Pleading to go sledding or thinking we were going to ice skate. Lots of loud talking and personality. And the beautiful people who are a key part of my upbringing and self. Plus, cabbage is also one of my favorite foods. I used to eat it almost everyday!
Cabbage Rolls with Mashed Cauliflower
- 1 head of cauliflower
- 1 tbsp sour cream (or yogurt)
- 1 tbsp cream cheese
- 2 tbsp melted ghee
- salt and pepper
- 1 tsp Italian seasonings
- 1/4 cup coconut milk
Happy Thursday, wonderful people!
I hope you are all having a marvelous day and week!
I adore making pies. I don’t know what the affinity is, but it started at a young age. I have always been an artist. And now as my art has morphed into pies, there is something about the fluting, topping and flavor creativity that sucks me in.
Last Monday I wrote about refining my vision to make just pizzas and pies. Wednesday I posted my favorite pizza recipes (feel free to click the links to check them out). Today I give you my favorite pie recipes!!!
Hello beautiful people! If you remember, on Monday I did a post about refining your vision and doing fewer things better. For me, I have been applying this to my business goals. I was spreading myself too thin trying to cover EVERYTHING gluten-free, when all I really want and love to do is to make pizzas and pies. Here I have compiled my favorite pizza alternatives I have ever made. Note since this is fall the butternut is a great option. Last year my dear friend Heather and I went and picked our own, then came home to bake, mash and pizzafy it! Add some apples on top and caramelized onions, you are set!
My favorite probably overall is the plantains. Since my first bite with plantains two years ago, I have been a dedicated fan. I like to use them for tortillas. For chips. I like to fry them in a skillet with coconut oil and sea salt. And I really enjoyed weaving some bacon on top and making it a pizza. Ask my girl Tab, she still asks me about it and puts not so subtle hints that she would like some.
There are also some sweet, fruit varieites. As always, the best thing about making or selling just the crust, is that the new owner, has the creative freedom to top it to their own personal liking and preferences.
Click the links and enjoy!!
I am in the process of refining and redesigning my brand and the direction I want to head in the future. This little sketch above is kind of where my thoughts are going, as well as selling and growing. When I trained kettlebells, one of our principles to training was: DO FEWER THINGS BETTER. Sounds easy right? It is easy in life to get overwhelmed and overloaded with dreams and goals and ideas. We can be a little scattered sometimes and all over the place (myself included). Bombarded with options and obligations. That is why I think it is essential to go back to this principle. To narrow it down, dig deep, and get real. What do I really want to do in life? With my life? What brings me the MOST joy? Focus on that. Close the gap between wanting and living it. I have this beautiful Thoreau tattoo on my arm: Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. Make your life so freaking awesome that it is better than your dreams. So that when living moment to moment, you feel this. You feel alive and invigorated.
I have also found out that pulling away and looking at your life so far, it is amazing how set up I have been for where I am now. Connecting all the dots. The journey wasn’t necessarily graceful or even embraced and it hasn’t been without challenges. But it all lines up.Before I was born my dear mother was craving and digging into Italian food while pregnant with me (possibly why I make so many pizzas?). I distinctly remember a week when I was around 10, when I made a pie EVERY day, just for the mere pleasure of making them. When our kettlebell business was fading, I turned to a bake sale to earn funds for a move to Colorado. While in Colorado, while hiking up Pikes Peak Highway through the changing Aspen trees, I was stopped by my vision for my future. A gut feeling that stopped me in my tracks, and I looked up to those snow-capped mountains and cried with the certainty of it all. I wanted my own business. Something authentically me. I wanted to cook. I loved doing cooking classes when we had our business, and clearly all my life I had a knack for baking. When I came back to Indiana I applied for the farmer’s market and started my gluten-free business (granted they turned me down twice, don’t accept NO’s, just realize that maybe the timing was off). My first job in a kitchen was at a pie company, where I made 100’s of pies. Pies just like pizzas, are my thing. I am an artist. Growing up everyone asked me if I was going to be an artist. Now food is my art and pies are one of my favorite ways to express my creativity. Last week I was pumped to make pies for the boys at the fraternity my husband works for. Racking my brain for flavors. Taking my time to braid the edges. Every ounce of my creativity and energy going in to those pies. I was on a high, yet wiped by the end of it all! So as I pull back, my life has led me to today. To this vision of a gluten-free pie and pizza company.
Life to me is about learning. The importance of staying curious. Ever seeking to grow. Become better. To challenge and push yourself.
When something no longer challenges me, or I lose my joy. I make changes. Life is also ever changing. We do not have to stay put in one spot. Or one job. We need space to grow. To fully flex our creative muscles and imagination. Why be born with gifts and talents if we do not use them to our full capacity? Have a dream and passion and pursue it with fervor.
My market and P3 (I am changing Bliss Delish to P3: Polifroni’s Pies and Pizzas) are my ultimate joy. God has blessed me with creativity and a passion for baking. Growing up I was known for my art and drawing. As an adult food and what I make has become my art. My business allows me to explore and push my creativity. To express myself. To let my creativity run rampant. It fuels me and just ignites something. It inspires and excites me. I cannot tell you how pumped I was to bake last Friday for my market (staying up to 1 am working is testament to this). I worked all week from Monday on conceptualizing. I typed and printed all my recipes, I had a vision for how I wanted to revamp my brand. To focus solely on these pies and tarts. I couldn’t wait to see my visions brought to life. And then when I finally got to make and display them, I was in pure bliss. They turned out beautifully. And I was charged with knowing that they will get even BETTER, because it was the first time I made all of them. I made marshmallows and graham crackers, I was legit on it. Plus there was my favorite, the Black Forest. Cherries are my favorite food, so I was really jazzed to make a chocolate cherry pie. It had been resting in my head all week, and it was all mine. I hadn’t seen anything like it. It was great. Flaky crust. Perfect cherry filling. A little chocolate ganache. Continue reading
“Been thinking for a bit on body image. I once heard that only 4%of women think they’re beautiful, which made me sad because I know so many beautiful, radiant women. I believe then too that even less are happy with their bodies. I believe it is easy for women, especially when we’re younger to be objectified or to identify ourselves by our bodies.
When we had our business, I lived in this physical realm. My validation and happiness centered on my body, weekly weigh-ins, and my body fat percentage. If I lost I was happy. If not I waited for the next week. Does it not seem absurd for a scale to rule my life and level of happiness? Even when I got to a goal (I’ve been 13% with the flattest stomach and abs) it was never enough. So often we feel this way. We compare ourselves to other women (as well as our own former bodies). We are SO hard on ourselves.
I like the line, ‘promote what you love rather than bashing what you hate.’ What if we did the same thing with ourselves? What if instead of dissecting our bodies and seeing ‘flaws’ we celebrated? My body allows me to get up each morning. It is healthy and rarely sick. It is strong and lets me do kettlebells. It is flexible and lets me do yoga. I’ve got powerful legs that let me bike or hike for miles. It can endure. It can climb mountains. It lets me pick up my nephews and throw them in the air, so I am rewarded with this beautiful smile. Next week it’s going to take me zip lining and to see the country. It’s let me jump out of planes and have so many adventures. It can do so much. It lets me LIVE my life. It is pretty awesome. Lately I am learning too that if you feel really good and happy on the inside, it starts to reflect and show on the outside. Stop being so hard on yourself, you are extraordinary”
I posted this about a month ago on my Facebook, it was the most I could condense the dynamic topic of body image. I will be real right from the beginning, this really hits home with me. This is a daily thing. Sometimes I am better than others. But it is easy to be tempted back down that slippery slope into dwelling in the physical. I worked in the fitness and weight loss industry, so the struggle to leave it behind is real sometimes.
I believe that men too can deal with body-image, but I really feel as women, we are conditioned from a young age. We are infiltrated with images in the media. There is a massive change I feel taking place, but it seems we often think of beauty to be synonymous with skinny or thin. Also a lot of validation comes with beauty and body image. Our outside appearance can often rule our lives and happiness level (this is true for me in the past). We are objectified for our bodies as well, condensed down to chest, waist and jean size. These numbers seem so relevant for some reason. And worst of all (personal opinion), is comparison. We compare ourselves to other women (skinny bitches). We compare ourselves to how we may have been at a lighter weight. Wrong. Comparison kills. It kills your joy. Your love in yourself. Your beauty. God created you perfectly as you are. You have your own personal beauty. Your own body. Find joy in that. Why waste time in being jealous or wanting something you can’t have? That is their body, you have your own. Be happy in what you got. Continue reading
My husband is awesome (and he definitely made this meal). If I’ve had a long day at work, he’ll make me lunch or dinner when I get home. Breakfast, we feel, can be eaten any time of day. L&A eggs from our local Terre Haute Farmer’s Market are phenomenal. So when I arrive home and he asks if I’m hungry and want eggs? I am totally down for that. Add some broccoli and it’s a total package of veggies and protein. That’s the great thing about making an omelet, you can add whatever vegetables or proteins you have chilling in your fridge.
Broccoli and Bacon Omelet
- 1 head broccoli
- 4 slices of bacon, cooked & crumbled
- 4 oz. shredded cheese
- 5 eggs
- 2 tbsp coconut milk