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There’s a ton of reviews out there about the film Vaxxed: From Cover-Up to Catastrophe but I haven’t written mine yet, so here we go…
This last April just in time for Autism Awareness Month.. which I hate by the way, as I see it as nothing more than an in your face ritual child sacrifice to the cult of Baal or the God Moloch or some other such demonic being… Or at the least a marketing strategy that morbidly celebrates chemically induced brain damage… But anyway.. I hate autism awareness month and it’s not just that I hate it but for the past several years April is a month that brings out the worst in my severely autistic son, Aydan’s symptoms.. Could it be histamine? Or seasonal changes or what?? We’ve tested couldn’t find anything but yet it still happens.. Sound familiar autism moms?
Anyway.. though my name is April, I hate the month of April.. When T.S. Eliott wrote ‘April is the cruelest month..’ he wasn’t lying.. So, I ignored the Vaxxed news. I didn’t have time to dwell on a film about what had happened to my vaccine injured child, as I was too busy dealing with my vaccine injured child. I wasn’t on any social media and didn’t have any interest, I just wanted my child to get better.. I just wanted to be his mommy and nothing else.
In the month of May I received an email notifying me that to my surprise a screening was about 5 minutes from my house with a filmmakers’ Q & A directly following the show. I live in a small town about an hour north of Los Angeles where the screening had appeared previously on my son’s birthday (ironically in April), so I didn’t go to that one nor do I go to much anything that is an hour away.. But here it was just 5 minutes.. I could get away for a couple of hours and go see it; and I did.
I knew what the film was about. I knew just about all the information presented. I knew that the CDC lied about the MMR vaccine / autism connection. I knew that Andrew Wakefield was precisely correct and that everything he described happening to his patients all of whom had gut disease and were subsequently diagnosed with autism following MMR vaccination, happened to my son in the exact same way. I heard the mother’s in the film talk about their child’s regression into autism following MMR and it was exactly what had happened to mine. I heard these stories 1000s of times from 1000s of parents..
So, I sat in the theater and expected to be under-whelmed by the information since after all I knew everything, right? What I didn’t know was how seeing our story play out before my eyes would affect me emotionally. Within the first 5 minutes I began to bite my lip in an effort to try to prevent the tears from streaming down my face… I couldn’t stop them.. I tried to clear my eyes, so I could see the screen but I had to look away several times just to compose myself.. I cried because I thought of all the things I had been too busy to deal with in the previous month.. I cried because I thought of all the years of struggle and wasted time… I cried because I thought of my son and his gut pain and how he dealt with it by hurting himself and others at times.. I cried because I felt loss… I cried because I was angry that as mothers we told this story 1000s of times and that it took exposing a bunch of lying officials for anyone to care.. Or even half care… I cried because I couldn’t help myself, it was just too much…
At the end of the film when producer, Del Bigtree asked the families’ of the vaccine injured to stand, I stood.. I didn’t want to as my knees were knocking and I knew once again it would be hard to compose myself..
Many people at the end stuck around to socialize and talk to the filmmakers but I was eager to get home to my family and I knew my time was limited. When I arrived at home I could see a group of not to happy people. Chaos had ensued and yet another melt down had occurred followed by a number two, bathroom accident because well.. My son received the MMR vaccine and developed gut disease and was subsequently diagnosed with autism.. I mean.. Do I really need to keep saying this? This scene has been common place since about mid-February and the thing that prompted me to write this essay is that it happened two more times just today.. And ‘yes’ he is toilet trained and ‘yes’ we have seen the doctor and run the tests and the tests have rendered us no answers.. Sound familiar autism moms?
So back to my review of Vaxxed.. I’m glad this information has finally come out of the shadow and into the light. I’m grateful that there’s been a whistle-blower who had a crisis of conscience that will hopefully spare many children from the same fate as my son. This film has awakened many including members of my own family to the truth, which is undeniably a positive move in the right direction.. But I still have to clean up poop from the porch and bring out my carpet cleaner a couple of times a week.. My son still has to suffer with severe gut pain and little to no ability to express his feelings… And I as his mother suffer right along with him. I wrote an essay about 6 years ago where I stated I would give my life to God if I could take away one.. just ONE vaccine that had been given to my son, because I know that seemingly small thing would make his life better today. So Vaxxed? Yes, it’s good film, an important film that everyone should see but it is a story about real people, a story about real suffering and a story that should have never needed to be told.. And unfortunately, it’s a story that can’t take away the damage that has been done.
Killing Mothers In America – Vaccination
From Liam Scheff:
“The eugenics movement has a history of killing and wounding many in the large populations to which the ‘science’ is applied. The vaccine movement, as part of the eugenic movement, is now killing families across the world and the United States. In this video, I’ll explain or demonstrate the process by which we’re very busy killing mothers in America by slowly killing their children — and I’ll offer a prescription for what we actually need to do about it.”
‘To love someone with all your heart requires reaching them where they are with the only words they can understand’– Shannon L. Alder
Aydan is a beautiful 11 year old boy, who was diagnosed with autism at age 2. He is a charming, intelligent, fun, affectionate, warm and tender child.
Unfortunately due to his condition, he suffers from high anxiety, stress, is non-verbal and struggles with everyday living. He has severe sensory dysfunction and many medical conditions including severe gastrointestinal disorder that further exasperates his issues.
Like any human being he longs to be connected with others, understood and accepted but with the communication skills of a 1 year old, he is growing more and more frustrated by his inability to do so.
For nearly 9 years we have tried just about every therapy under the sun both traditional and non. Aydan has been in behavioral (ABA) programs, Floortime (DIR), Relationship Development Intervention (RDI), Hanen Language Program, Special Autism Day Class, Occupational Therapy, Speech Therapy, Physical Therapy, Listening Therapy, Equestrian Therapy, Vision Therapy, Fitness training, Gymnastics and on and on. He has also participated in biomedical interventions that include DAN protocol, homeopathy, special diets, chiropractics, accupressure and more.
As his mother I have completed 1000s of hours of research and training to better understand his condition and support him. I love this child as much as any person can possibly love another… I will never give up on him.
I believe the window of opportunity never closes and am reaching out to an organization that believes the same. The Son-Rise Program was established in 1974 by parents who loved their son the way that we love Aydan. They were willing to reach him in anyway possible with radical acceptance and love. At this point in time with all Aydan has been through, he deserves nothing less.
Not only were the founders of the Son-Rise program, the Kaufman family, able to successfully reach their child; Their son, now an adult has gone on to teach others their unique method helping countless families reach their affected loved ones.
Our family is desperate to reach Aydan the way so many others have been able through Son-Rise. We are seeking funds to attend their Start Up program, which include the following:
$2200 per person Tuition Costs (x2)
$750 Round trip airfare for 2
Any amount is welcome!
Our goal is to attend the upcoming program December 4-9, 2016.
Thank you for your time, attention, support and prayers!
This September will mark the 9 year anniversary that my son Aydan was diagnosed with autism. This is not a day we celebrate. I remember everything about it, sitting in the waiting room at the Regional Center office building in downtown Los Angeles. A typical sterile office waiting room with a few toys and books strung around.. this type of environment would be a frequent scene for the next 9 years. When our name was called we walked in a large room with several toys, balls, puzzles, etc. and two women in business clothes. They were friendly, smiled and played with Aydan, attempting to interact with him. I was still in the phase of over-stating his abilities, as if somehow I could talk the ‘experts’ out of their inevitable diagnosis. They would ask questions, like ‘how many words does he have?’ Nearly 9 years later, I am asked the same question.. to which I continue not to fully know the answer.
When I heard the diagnosis, I was not surprised; I had already diagnosed him myself. I wanted the experts to stamp their seal of approval, so that all the powers that be would move us into action and bing bang boom.. we’d get this puzzle solved. I quickly learned, the system doesn’t work like that. When asking for help in ‘the system’ you must scream and claw and cite scientific journals and hire lawyers and argue evidence based vs. emerging evidence based vs. alternative and so on and on… This was certainly not the loving and accepting upbringing I had imagined for my child.
Aydan was 2 1/2 then and in the years to follow I would indeed make numerous mistakes in my pursuit for help. I remember the feeling of urgency, the constant reminders that this ‘window of opportunity’ would close at around 6 years old and the child would be too far out of reach to return. The clock was ticking and I moved fast.. Too fast as I should have seen then what I see so clearly now… A 2 1/2 year old child with autism, is a 2 1/2 year old child. We didn’t need the system, we didn’t need to move fast, we only needed each other.
9 years later we can do nothing about the mistakes from the past.. The futile fights with the system, the sterile rooms we sat in, the premature entry into school at age 3, the countless therapies that would follow, none of which were truly capable of addressing his needs. I understand the desire to stay positive and optimistic about the future. Certainly it isn’t prudent to continually beat yourself up about the past but personally, I have never appreciated the cliché sayings that make their way on many a Facebook meme, such as ‘There are no mistakes, only lesson..’ or ‘There are no mistakes, only opportunities’.. and possibly my least favorite, ‘There are no mistakes, only happy accidents…’ Interesting how I don’t remember being ‘happy’ during any of these events and I sure could have managed with fewer ‘opportunities’, especially at the expense of my innocent son.
Please, don’t get me wrong, I’m no pessimist.. I’m an optimist to the bitter end. Some might even say to a fault but the way I look at it, is that if a mother can lift a Chevy to save her child trapped underneath the vehicle, there is no “window” strong enough to withstand the rock I’m willing to throw.
Today almost 9 years has past and on paper we see all the milestones that have been missed, all the ‘opportunities’ that have passed, all the childhood experiences he’ll never have, which leaves me asking, what now? So, now I look back at that original day. I think of the sterile waiting room and I ask myself, if I had to do over would I have just taken those papers in hand and simply walked away from it all? Those papers that would brand my son with a label for life, enabling him access to all the ‘services’ within the system that never served his needs at all. Maybe I wouldn’t have even went into the sterile room.. Maybe I wouldn’t have even parked the car.. Maybe I wouldn’t have even made the initial phone call to get the appointment.. I mean what did those papers tell me about my son? What insights did they offer?? They state what he could and could not do.. what skills were age appropriate and which were delayed (most were delayed).. they would state if the delay was mild, moderate, severe or profound.. they would suggest which treatments were required, behavioral therapy, speech therapy, occupational therapy.. But did they encapsulate my son? Did they offer the truth? Could they measure his worth? Did they know his value? How much is your child worth? How many hours.. how much money.. how much time would you give for them… Could these papers provide answers to these questions?
Perhaps rather than look for answers from the powers that be, I needed to just look for answers from the powers within… The powers within us both.
So again the question remains, what now? Now I take the ‘lessons’ that I have learned and move forward. The first lesson being, I can’t do this alone.. I can’t take my 1000s of hours of research and out-smart autism.. I can’t use my intellect to dig just a little deeper, work just a little harder, spend just a few more hours and then expect the answers to be revealed.. What I do now is I stand naked and vulnerable and ask for divinity.. I was not raised with religion nor did my upbringing include many conversations about the spirit world or God but I know now there is only so much that is in control of man.
I ask for prayers and support among the readers who find this.. I ask for compassion from onlookers at the grocery store who watch my 11-year-old child thrust himself upon the ground when this world becomes more than he can take. It has become more than I can take too… I don’t give up.. No.. Never… But I surrender to the universe, I surrender to God and look for guidance. I ask you now, God if there is a window of opportunity and that window has closed on my son that you place the rock in my hand strong enough to shatter it to pieces… Please help me find the way and I will not let you down.
P.S. Thank you for your time and attention. Please support our campaign to raise funds for Aydan’s Son-Rise Program.
Amazing and long over-do. It is so refreshing to see fun and exciting, yet educational material for middle to highschool age children.
This material does a great job cutting through the myths and propaganda, while getting to the truth of the subject in an entertaining way that captures the student’s interest.
I’m looking forward to checking out the other zines. My 7th grade homeschooler is sure have fun with these.
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Let them eat pie…
Being on a restrictive diet; albeit a healing one can be daunting, especially if you’ve never been much of a cook. As I mentioned in a previous post, I was not a natural Suzy home-maker. I was not raised being taught how to cook, sew and garden like the generations before mine. I found these acts of empowered survival to be tedious chores. It was not until my 2nd child, Aydan regressed into autism and severe gut dysbosis after vaccination that I began to re-think my position.
When we started our journey into gluten and dairy free back in 2007, it wasn’t the high profile diet it is today. There weren’t GF versions of everything from panko crumbs to oreo cookies. It was just beginning to boom in popularity and I was willing to partake in whatever short-cut was available to me, until I realized this didn’t work. Unless you’re a severe celiac, gluten is just a minor part of the problem. As described in this article by SCD lifestyle, the 12 billion dollar gluten free fad has expanded from “health” food stores to everything from Wal-mart, Domino’s and gluten free Dunkin’ Donuts. How can any of that be healthy? It isn’t and it never was. To think that the mainstream medical and agricultural industries are the only ones to want to make a buck off of sickness is pretty naive. I was this naive at one time and loved the idea of a quick an easy gluten free waffle from Trader Joe’s but healing does not take place this way.
Leaky gut and dysbosis is epidemic and at the root of many autoimmune and neurological issues, as Natasha McBride explains in her book, the Gut and Psychological Syndrome. Even Dr. McBride describes the non-cooks and how if you are one of these, it’s best to start with the full diet before doing the stages as it will help ween you into the habit of cooking everything from scratch.. the way people did before ‘food’ came in boxes and bags. This is exactly what I did.
Before I knew anything about GAPS or Paleo, I read a little book called, Breaking the Viscous Cycle by Elaine Gottschal on the Specific Carbohydrate Diet which would become the basis for GAPS. Elaine was not a scientist nor a doctor, she was a mom.. which made me trust her even more. She was not selling anything, she was just trying to make sense of a diet that had been introduced to her by a doctor many years prior in order to prevent major surgery and heal her daughter from Ulcer Colitis. Her daughter healed and I wanted in.. I wanted my son to heal too. The science made sense to me.. monosaccharides or simple carbohydrates won’t aggravate the gut as complex (di/poly-saccharides) would. I used to think of it as trying to walk on a broken leg, the leg could never heal that way and thus same is true for the gut; it could never heal were it constantly working to break down complex foods… Aha!
From there I was off… With a single cookbook and several printed recipes I went from never having made a pie-crust in my life to creating an entire SCD Thanksgiving dinner including pie.. Pumpkin and pecan (in case you were wondering).
My family was supportive though maybe not as enthusiastic about the outcome and for years would always ask me if they could just cheat a little.. just one frozen pie, just one batch of stuffed mushrooms with Philly cream cheese..
Over the years under the consultation of nutritionist and doctors, I would change the diet several times, experimenting with Body Ecology, Low Oxalate, etc etc… but NEVER going back to the old pre-made way.. Once you know there’s no way to unknow.. This sounds easier than it is.. Several years ago, I wrote an article Autism, Cooking and Most of All, Love where I go into greater detail about the aches and pains of cooking on autism. It hurts.. it does.. the social stigma, the friends, family, therapist and teachers.. even when well meaning can question, derail and just drive you nuts. Eh hem….
So, here we are in 2016, back on SCD /GAPS having gone through the stages last Summer, we are in full swing. For this month of February, I needed a birthday cake.. two actually. My oldest son and my biggest food critic was turning 13 and when I asked him what he wanted a couple weeks before the big event, he let me know in no uncertain terms ‘not an Aydan friendly cake and not a cake at all.. but rather a pie.’ At first not caring what type of pie but later driving inspiration from the hit indie game, Undertale, he requested a Butterscotch cinnamon pie… Now I had gotten better over the years; not only was my cooking good, it was damn good and I could bake the grain free with the best of them.. Though maybe not as pretty as the average food blogger, it was served up fresh daily with lots of love and hard work. Very little have I accomplished in my life that I am more proud of then learning to cook wholesome foods for my family. But pie???? Oh my… And something I had never even thought of butterscotch… Well.. Approximately 10 days before the venture, my husband suggests I go on an experiment, ‘try making a pie everyday up until his birthday.. a count down..’ I took the challenge and have compiled a list of the recipes I tried.. And as for Aydan he loves it when he finds me in the kitchen often combining two of his favorite ASL signs, ‘make’ and ‘eat’ to let me know I’m on the right track. He’ll even volunteer assistance which I LOVE!!
Okay… So enough with the build up.. here we go…
Day 1: Crust less Pumpkin Pie. I did this one because it was what I had in the house to work with.. I took Aydan and the baby to the library only to return home and find the entire pie gone. The soon to be 13 year old got hungry and it was that good. I made another for dessert and served it with Coconut Vanilla (dairy free) ice-cream.
Day 2: Real Food Banana Cream Pie. Again just what I had around the house and I did not use the vanilla stevia. Instead I used honey to taste, you don’t need a lot as bananas and coconut are naturally sweet.
Day 3: Coconut Cream Pie. Also AIP friendly.
Day 4: Blueberry Pie. I got the 13 year old in on this one and made it a homeschool project. We didn’t make the top crust and used a different crust recipe which was so good it would become my crust choice from here on out: Dan’s awesome pie crust.
Day 5: Apple pie crumble. I started on a key-lime but it needed to gel overnight, so I went back to a tried and true dessert I make frequently. Super easy and inspired by a recipe from my first SCD cookbook, Cooking to Heal Little Tummies.
-5/6 Apples peeled and cored
-1-2 Tablespoons of Cinnamon
-1 Stick of butter
-2 1/2 cups of almond flour or meal
Instructions: Pre-heat oven 325 degrees. Cook apples over medium heat in a skillet with coconut oil or butter. Don’t over-soften as they’ll end up in the oven. Add cinnamon, I will sometimes also add nutmeg, ginger or cardamom. Remove from heat and place into a pie pan. Blend Almond flour and butter. Add crust paste to top covering completely. Heat about 15-20 minutes.
P.S. This recipe can just as well make a pear crumble or a berry crumble just don’t skillet fry before-hand.
Day 6: Lemon Pie. This tasted a bit like yoplait yogurt and wasn’t as popular as the others so far but was still pretty good.
Day 7: Dairy Free Pear Custard. Okay this is not a pie but can be used in a pie as any custard or pudding can.
Day 8: Lemon Meringue Pie, This was a huge hit with my husband. Though my son, Aydan LOVES pecans, he is mildly allergic and tolerates almond a bit better, so I stuck with Dan’s Awesome Crust recipe and didn’t use the one described by the Nerdy Farm Wife.
My husband loved this one so much that he asked me to make this again for his birthday, also the first week of February. I made two just in case.
Day 9: Chocolate Cake with Almond butter frosting. Chocolate is not allowed on SCD but on GAPS, Natasha McBride says it’s an okay once in a while but only on the full diet and after sincere healing. Again, not a pie but I got busy and took a break to return to a tried and true recipe. This was really well received the first time I made but less so the second. I never used the almond slivers and I’m not sure what I did differently that made it better the first time. I think I added more butter and less almond butter in the frosting as the biggest complaint was the almond butter was overwhelming.
For my husband’s birthday I made this chocolate cake with buttercream frosting instead.. Yes, I made 2 lemon merinuges and a chocolate cake!! You don’t have to tell me it’s time for detox but it was a party and a great way to end the holidays.
Day 10: Birthday!! Butterscotch Cinnamon pie! Old habits die hard and for the big day my son did not want to sway his position on a non-Aydan friendly pie. He insisted upon his Undertale inspired Butterscotch cinnamon after seeing this reconstruction from Feasts of Fiction.
So in order to include everyone, I made two pies. Here’s the SCD / GAPS version.
Now I know that this is not a regular practice in the process of gut healing as explicitly described here as a common mistake in GAPS by the Healthy Home Economist. You can’t go hog-wild with baking and especially nut flours.
And I also know that for those who have been following my writing for a while this sort of thing strikes as a bit soft ball.. after all, I’ve been the hard hitting, anti-establishment autism mom witch … I assure all of you, I still got it in me.. I have not nor will I ever forgive the pharma shilling powers that poison our children but for now, I can think of nothing more empowering and healing than being a stay-at-home.. A mom who is truly present, truly listening, truly healing, truly loving (or mostly and always trying)… Oh… And not to mention gardening, fermenting, baking, doing laundry, doing dishes, nursing, cleaning poopy diapers, scrubbing toilets and all around kicking ass.. (I know.. it’s hard, I am NOT a super mom… And it’s harder than that.. I’m an autism mom and believe me I’m exhausted)..
But for now, I choose to take lemons and make lemon pie…
Happy eating and healing!!
(References in the body of the essay).
Hey y’all… It’s the holidays and here in Southern California (unless you live in the mountains), it’s ice-cream season year round. And what says the holidays more than egg-nog?
Personally it’s always been a bit too sweet and thick for my taste, like someone took pancake batter and put it in a glass… However, I’m cooking for the whole fam and everyone wants to be apart of the scene. So… I went in search of a dairy free egg-nog recipe that was GAPS legal and although there are several legal egg-nog recipes, (like this one from GAPS journey), I couldn’t find any straight up, easy capreezy, lemon squeezy GAPS ice-creams but this one from Plated with Style is pretty darn close.
In fact the only modification you would need to insure it GAPS/SCD friendly is changing the Coconut Sugar to honey. Though coconuts, coconut flour, cream and oil are all GAPS/SCD legal, I couldn’t find any information to confirm or deny whether or not Coconut Sugar is allowed. So it maybe all the way legit for all I know. Personally, I used coconut and palm sugars a few times prior to going GAPS and didn’t really care for them. They’re very dry and not as sweet. In this article by Gluten Free Real Food they go into greater detail about the pros and cons of coconut sugar, apparently it has a lower glycemic index than most other sweeteners but as I mentioned it’s also not as sweet which means you’ll probably end up using more, so honey was the only replacement I had to make. I also added more coconut milk in lieu of almond milk. On GAPS/SCD, the only almond milk that is allowed are homemade but since my kiddo is a bit oxalate sensitive I try to keep almonds to a minimum.
And as I promised in the title there’s tips for adults too, if you are a GAPS adult or doing the diet along side your child then you may find it interesting that ‘yes’, bourbon is SCD / GAPS legal and can be a tasty additive for an adult version of this recipe.
Alcohol of course isn’t the best way to heal your gut dysbosis but since it is the holidays you can check out the SCD legal list put together beautifully by the good people at the SCD lifestyle blog.. I was a bit disappointed to find that Cognac and Brandy are on the illegal list which means I’ll need to modify my mulled wine recipe but that’s for another blog..
Oh and last but probably most important issue to bring up is what to do if you have an egg allergy. I was surprised to find out from our nutritionist that most egg allergies are to chicken eggs only and not necessarily to other types of eggs. My son has a slight allergy to egg whites and since this recipe calls for yolks it shouldn’t be a problem; however, I find rotating foods to be essential at keeping allergies at bay. If you’re GAPS/SCD or Paleo I’m sure you’ve noticed that there are a lot of recipes that call for eggs. In some situations you can use a flax, chia or gelatin egg but they won’t work for everything. In that case there are non-chicken eggs that are just as tasty and even more nutritious. It costs quite a bit more but is worth it once in a while to switch up and use quail or duck eggs. You can find these pretty cheap at your local market or online at Local Harvest. It takes about 1 duck egg to equal 2 chicken eggs and 5 quail eggs for one chicken egg.
Now enough of the talkie talk.. Time to celebrate and eat…
Be well and Happy Holidays!!
- 1½ cups of Full Fat Coconut Milk or Heavy Coconut cream
- 1 cup of Coconut Milk
- 1/4 cup of (or to taste) Honey
- ½ teaspoon of Ground Nutmeg
- ¼ teaspoon of Cinnamon
- 4 Egg Yolks (Organic pasture raised)
- 3 Tablespoons of Bourbon (optional)
- Heat the coconut milk/cream, almond milk, coconut sugar, and spices on low heat until the edges are bubbly. Do not boil.
- Slowly add about ¼ cup of the warm cream into the egg yolks while mixing.
- Slowly, very slowly, pour the egg mixture into the rest of the warm cream while mixing.
- Increase the heat to about medium low and continue mixing until the temperature reaches 160F. About 2-3 minutes.
- Mix in the bourbon and adjust spices.
- Chill the mixture in the refrigerator until it reaches 40F. About 4 hours.
- Process the chilled ice cream according to your machine’s directions 🙂
- Place the mixture in freezer friendly pan, preferably a steel pan.
- Chill the mixture for about an hour in the fridge.
- Mix and transfer to the freezer.
- Freeze and mix every 30 minutes until you can’t stand it anymore.
- Face dive into the rich creamy goodness.
To be an autism mom means spending several hours making a home-made advent calendar so your leaky gut, autoimmune, GAPS kid feel included and having him wake up in the middle of the night to completely obliterate it…
Now I know it wasn’t much to look at to begin with.. I have honestly never been super artistically inclined or artsy crafty.. At least not compared to the numerous experts you see on pinterest. Growing up I was certain I’d be a “working” mom. I thought I’d be a teacher, writer or a radio talk show host… Wait.. come to think of it, I am all those things.. I just don’t get paid for it.. Well.. at least not in monetary value.
(Oh.. that looks healthy…)
And lord knows what else..