Store bought cinnamon rolls


Posted by andrea | Posted in Snacks | Posted on 20-02-2012

I stumbled across this recipe by dragging out one of my random charity cookbooks and flipping through. The recipe seems weird, but it works, and more importantly taste better than the cinnamon rolls we buy at SuperStore. They have the same quality to the roll itself – not bread, but not really biscuit either.

1 c. white sugar
1 c. margarine
1 c. milk (or sour milk as the original called for)
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt (I always skip this)
1 tsp vanilla
about 4 cups flour, give or take. Original recipe said “flour enough to roll”

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

I dump the milk, sugar and margarine in a bowl and warm it in the microwave enough so I can mix it easily. Toss in the baking soda and vanilla. Stir in a couple cups of flour till well mixed. It will be very cake-like. Stir in the next cup of flour until well mixed. Now stir in a bit of flour at a time until it turns into a soft dough, just enough to be able to dump onto a floured counter top.

Roll out about 1/2″ thick into a rectangle shape roughly 12″ by 18″. Spread some soft margarine over the top with a knife. Sprinkle about 1/4 cup of brown sugar over this and smooth out evenly. Sprinkle a good lot of cinnamon over top.

From the short end, roll tightly into a large fat roll. Cut into twelve chunks, one at a time (cut roll in half, then half again,then each of those into thirds) , and move carefully to your baking pan. Place in the oven, center rack, and bake until lightly browned. This takes a good 15 minutes or so.

So good they do not need icing. Enjoy with a nice hot cup of tea, and maybe some company.

Baked Tortilla Chips


Posted by Meaghan | Posted in Snacks | Posted on 05-05-2011

For the past week and a half, I’ve been eating meat again (I was a vegetarian for eight years up until then) and having all of the recommended servings of food according to Canada’s Food Guide. I’d been having a lot of issues due to vitamin and mineral deficiency, so I decided eating meat was a good way to help with that rather than keeping on being a vegetarian. So far I’ve felt a lot better. I actually get hungry now (I didn’t for a while before, no matter how long it was past the time I should’ve eaten), I don’t seem to be getting random stomach aches, and a few other issues seem to be clearing up. Though there’s still room for improvement as far as variety goes, I’m doing well.

It still bothers me a lot to see people not eat right. I don’t see why eating properly doesn’t rank higher on the list of priorities for the general public. Whenever I hear someone complain about a headache, a stomach ache, or fatigue, or some seemingly harmless and everyday symptom, my mind instantly flies to the possibility they aren’t getting enough nutrients. I always know it could be something else, but if they have a bad diet it’s very likely, since they’re not gettings enough of what their body needs to function.

On a lighter note, here’s a recipe for baked tortilla chips (Sorry there’s no picture – I couldn’t get a good one when I remembered to take any). Not only do I get to eat these delicious chips every night – albeit baked ones – I get to have dip with them as well! Not just get to, but I’m literally required. It’s Tzatziki, a Greek dip made of yogurt, and counts toward my dairy for the day. So there.

Baked Tortilla Chips

Tortillas (I use half a large one)

Preheat an oven to 350 degrees. On a cookie sheet, brush both sides of the tortillas lightly with oil. Cut into thin strips or wedges and sprinkle with salt and pepper to taste. Bake for 4-6 minutes until nice and crispy. Serve warm or cool.

Home Grown


Posted by Meaghan | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 14-04-2011

When I was young, we lived out in the country. It was in a house my dad had built. The house was located on a large piece of land and I’d proudly tell anyone I could that we had 48 acres of it, though I’m fairly sure I got the amount wrong. Being poor, we always grew the majority of our vegetables in a large garden, and even had chickens. First they were white ones, and I think we ate all of those, and then our last ones were brown. They stayed behind when we moved to the city.  One morning when I was smaller, I woke up before everyone else and snuck into the coop to collect the freshly laid eggs. I carefully went into the coop, chickens squawking incessantly. I dodged around the ones still sitting in their nests and picked three eggs, not feeling daring enough to grab more. As I went to show my mom what I’d bravely retrieved from the coop (I could’ve been pecked, you know!) I set one down on the table. It rolled off onto the floor. Splat. Then I had to go wake up Mommy and tell her I accidentally dropped one. It was okay, though. We had lots of eggs.

I have other great memories about the garden. I used to walk out some days and pick sugar snap peas and eat them, pods and all. I loved carrots. I once took some out of the ground, rinsed them in the little pond we had full of frogs, and ate away. I’ve always been a lover of fruits and vegetables in general. I could eat them all day.

One thing I used to do to spend my time (we only had three channels on the TV – CTV, CBC, and Global. I frequently remind Emma that I used to watch the news and Oprah for lack of anything better to do. ‘I know, Meaghan. You’ve told me already,’ she’ll say.) was to pretend I had my own TV show. I would make little experiments and whatnot, like mud pies, while pretending to talk to a camera. Once I decided to play with some beans. I found an empty pudding cup and stuffed some beans in with tissues, putting water in the container. I put it by the window and forgot about it.

For most people, you know this is how you sprout beans. The funny part is, I didn’t, yet I did exactly what you were supposed to. A few days or a week later, my mom called for me. Uh oh, I’m in trouble again, I thought. I came into my room and she asked me if I’d been playing with beans. I probably said no. So she took the pudding cup, still sitting by the window, which I’d completely forgotten about, and showed me: my beans had started growing! We later planted them in the garden and I was super proud to see what I’d created. Green beans aren’t my favorite, but I was floored when we got to eat them. I’d grown them all by myself.

Last year when I grew my own squashes, I had a similar feeling. I managed a haul of eight squashes total. It wasn’t much, but added to the neighbour’s squashes we bought, it was a very squashy year. We may even have some cooked squash still in the freezer. I like growing my own food because not only does it taste amazing, but it’s a great feeling to do something like that in your backyard and to enjoy your hard work come harvest time.

Our vegetable list is fairly short, since our neighbors grow and sell vegetables. This is also farm country – in fact, a nearby village is dubbed the ‘French Fry Capital of the World’ – and there are local farmers everywhere. Still, nothing beats growing your own produce.

Vegetables we’re planning on growing this year:


Here are some herbs I was thinking of growing: