Flavor Fest

Yesterday we went to the free Flavor Fest at the grounds of the Pennsylvania Renaissance Fair. There were local wineries and food producers set up offering tastings and some live music as well as some of the Fair shops. It was a nice day to be out, and we particularly enjoyed Gone To Seed, a bluegrass-y band that we watched while Owen ate his turkey leg (ingredient: turkey! - yep, just turkey, and it was yummy!).

They did a variety of things we liked including some Johnny Cash and Woodie Guthrie. Owen and Abram spent quite a bit of time in the bow and arrow shop. Outside there were two working trebuchets outside that Abram and Owen admired and wanted to show to Will. So Will, if you're out there, here they are:

Sewing

Owen has been asking for a while to crochet and sew. I've tried crocheting with him, and he's just not ready, not even for finger crocheting. On a recent trip to Joanne's Fabrics, I found a little kit in the $1 bin to make a felt mobile. Owen worked on it for over a week and made every stitch himself while I held the pieces and reminded him to put the needle into the next pre-punched hole and re-threaded the needle lots and lots of times. He was thrilled when he found out there was a little plastic needle for him to use!

I strung them all together, and now they are hanging on the glass door in the dining room.

Contraband Veggies

Our lease explicitly states that we may not grow "vegetable crops" on our balcony. I guess they are afraid that we might do something green and decent. Maybe they are afraid we'll be like "those people" who grow vegetables although I must confess I'm not sure who "those people" might be - the Amish, immigrants who speak in strange tongues, hippies???
At any rate, this year we are again growing a variety of herbs - lavender, cilantro, spearmint, apple mint, lemon verbena, oregano, English thyme, French thyme, chives, catnip, and parsley - as well as some lettuce mixes that we planted in some boxes I got for free off of Craigslist

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and a grape tomato in some hanging planters that Allen and Karie gave us for Christmas.

We get precious little light on the balcony so we'll have to see how it goes. All the plants lean to the light side. Right now the lettuce mixes need to be thinned, and Owen likes helping do that and eating the little sprouts.

The Value of Money and New Skates

Owen has shown an interest in money lately and has been earning some around the house. There are some things that are his responsibility - putting his shoes away when we come in, feeding his fish (with our help, of course), and picking up his things (again, with our help). But, he can earn money for other things - helping prepare dinner (from start to finish - he often helps here and there for no $ at all), setting the table, helping Abram clean the litter box and feed the cats, helping collect and take out the garbage, and watering the plants.
He recently poured out a bottle of soy sauce on purpose. He asked if he could. I said, "No," and he looked at me and did it anyway. So we had to go to the store and replace the soy sauce at his expense. That wasn't much fun.
He also likes to take his money to yard sales and thrift stores to buy things.
Yesterday, we went a yard saling, and Abram found a pair of Barbie sidewalk skates that Owen loved and gave $1.50 for. I remember getting years of fun out of the sidewalk skates I got when I was 3 years old, so I think this was a really great purchase!

Owen and Abram had a guys afternoon and took the skates and the swim suits over to the F&M pool. They were gone for HOURS while I did the bills, balanced the checkbook, talked to my Mom, took a 45 minute nap, and got a few loads of laundry cycled through and folded! When they finally returned, they hadn't been swimming because the pool was closed (for the weekend with no notice posted on the schedule on the internet), but Owen had skated for a LONG time around the fitness center. Then they went to the mall play aread and finally played at the McDonald's playground. This was a first for Owen who told Abram he had "wanted to go there before." Apparently he had noticed the brightly colored attraction while driving by. They didn't eat anything, and Abram didn't tell Owen the name of the place. Owen called it "that coffee shop," so some innocence is preserved.

Strawberries

Owen and I went out the Shenk's Berry Farm Friday to pick strawberries which are currently in season here. Owen enjoyed filling his bucket until he got spooked by a spider. After that, he was very reluctant to pick on his own and would occasionally pick a few for his bucket if I held the leaves back for him.

He enjoyed pretending to be Little Sal and repeated a zillion times that he was going to take a "tremendous mouthful" of berries. We filled 2, 1-gallon buckets in about half an hour. At $1.35/lb., they came to $10 and some change.
Shenk's is a quaint little family farm. The farmer checked us in when we arrived and sent us to find his wife who showed us where to start picking. Their son checked us out and made sure Owen had a sticker before we left. I think we might go back next week before the season ends and get a few more berries, and we will definitely go for blueberries and raspberries later in the summer.
We stopped by Abram's office and shared some strawberries and picnic lunch. That night, we had them with Owen bread (coconut flour short cakes) and left over birthday ice cream.

Saturday morning, we made strawberry jam - yes, jam, with sugar. Don't worry, it will be shared and used very sparingly :o).


Owen Bread (or coconut flour short cakes)
1/3 c. coconut flour
1/4 c. coconut oil
4 eggs
1-3t. honey (may omit)
1/4 t. salt

Blend wet ingredients, add salt and flour. Mix well. Drop 8-10 onto a jellyroll pan and bake at 400F for 12-15 minutes.


Strawberry Jam
4 c. mashed strawberries
4 c. sugar
1/4 c. lemon juice

Clean, pare, and mash strawberries to get 4 cups. Stir in sugar and lemon juice, and bring to a boil. Continue boiling until a small bit cooled on a spoon gels to desired thickness (for me about 20 minutes). Stir constantly. Pour into sterilized jars and process in a water bath for 5 minutes.

Bah! To BHG (Better Homes and Gardens)

Here is a recent article from Better Homes and Gardens on "The Ten Commandments of Dining With Little Kids".
While the author claims in her introduction not to be "anti-kid" she is clearly not in favor of children being present in restaurants. Her advice is not the promised "gentle reminders" but a series of vents against children and their parents. The advice is both rude and inappropriate, and in many locations also illegal. Yes, it is illegal in many areas to keep a breastfeeding mother from nursing her baby in places where they are allowed to otherwise be.
The National Conference of State Legislatures has a good rundown of the legal issues surrounding breastfeeding in the states and territories of the US. Please see the link for a full discussion of the legalities of nursing in the US.

• Forty-four states, the District of Columbia and the Virgin Islands have laws with language specifically allowing women to breastfeed in any public or private location (Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Washington, Wisconsin and Wyoming).

• Twenty-eight states, the District of Columbia and the Virgin Islands exempt breastfeeding from public indecency laws (Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, Florida, Illinois, Kentucky, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Montana, Nevada, New Hampshire, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah, Virginia, Washington, Wisconsin and Wyoming).

The author of the BHG article is writing with a great deal of contempt for children and families and in ignorance of how to raise children so that they will become adults with whom you would likely want to dine. While some of her "commandments" might be palatable by themselves, the rants that follow each one turn even the reasonable suggestions sour.
Of course no one - and certainly not the general public - should be subjected to rude, out of control children for prolonged periods of time. Owen, Abram, and I have done our share of walking outside of restaurants while meals are finished in peace and leaving stores before we were done. That's just part of being a parent; sometimes your kid is not ready to deal with a situation in a socially acceptable manner. However, there are lots of times when kids behave differently from adults and have different needs, but they are no more obtrusive or inappropriate.
Owen is a high-spirited wild young thing, and it is a daily challenge to keep him safe and content, but he is fully capable of going to lots of "adult" establishments and behaving in a socially acceptable manner - even if it is for a shorter time than I can. He has been to a movie and lots of restaurants of various formalities. Servers are always pleased with the variety of foods he will eat and the food choices he makes for himself. Yesterday, he had steamed shrimp. When we go for sushi, he tries to eat with regular chopsticks and orders salmon roe, a salmon roll, and a miso soup. At a Korean place we've been to with Ben and Tracy, he eats the kimchi to the amazement of the ladies who say Korean little ones don't. No, he's not a perfect angel unseen by anyone else in the establishment, but he is learning how to be an adult. And we value the opportunity to teach him with the support of society.
He has also nursed in A LOT of places - including restaurants. As indiscreet a breastfeeder as I am, I doubt many people sitting or working nearby have even realized what was happening most of the time. In fact, I'd say people most likely noticed him less when he was nursing (and relatively still and almost perfectly quiet) than when he was not nursing. While I know that many people in our society are uncomforatble with the normal way of feeding and comforting babies and children (yes, children!), it is beyond me why anyone could get so worked up over a little person nursing that they would suggest that a mother an baby go to a restroom to breastfeed. Restrooms are for peeing and pooping and washing your hands before you leave. They are not places for eating. How sad it is that a person would value another person so little to suggest that he or she eat in a public restroom. Even in the days of racial segregation, similar (if usually inferior) accomodations were the rule. Asking someone to eat on a potty is dehumanizing.
Instead of ridicule and recommendations that parents of young children keep them home and not nurse them when out, what families really need is the support of society to raise their children in loving and respectful manners. New mothers need to be reminded that they are giving their children food and comfort appropriate for a human child when they nurse their children. They need to know that most people are not so ill-tempered and mean that any peep from a youngster is cause for bad feelings and a reason not to be in public. They can appreciate appropriate accomodations such as crayons and child seats and kids menus (although I think these are generally appalling at most places - I think they should have child-sized portions of foods on the regular menus) at restaurants. What we need is for grown ups to act that way not for kids to disappear when they are not convenient.



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ETA:
It seems that during the course of writing this post, the BGH team has edited the 10 Commandments article to include only 9 of them. Apparently, they have gotten enough flack for the offensive anti-breastfeeding comment, that they have deleted it. Fear not, I still had the original page open, and will paste the full text of the orginal article below:
"Let me be clear: I am not anti-kid. I adore children in all their lovable, spontaneous, energetic glory. However, in recent years, I’ve noticed a pronounced blurring of the boundaries between “adult world” and “kid world”, especially when it comes to dining out. Those seeking romantic, contemplative dining may find themselves irked by erstwhile tots in a refined restaurant -- but I don't think anyone is ready to institute a kid ban. Really, we can all get along...

With this in mind, BHG.com offers our ten commandments for kids in upscale restaurants -- gentle reminders for parents and non-parents alike -- as well as kid-friendly recipes for creating your own restaurant experience at home.

THOU SHALT NOT BLOCK TRAFFIC WITH BULKY STROLLERS
Strollers have begun to overtake cars and wristwatches as conspicuous status symbols. You may be proud of your double-wide Maclaren, but be sure not to leave it jutting out in a place where waiters and other patrons might trip over in transit.

Leave the stroller at home and indulge your family with this melty, tasty Chicken and Cheese Panini.

THOU SHALT NOT ORDER A 10-COURSE TASTING MENU WITH KIDS UNDER 10
Kids, as we all know, have kid-sized attention spans. Attempting to make them sit still while you enjoy a world-renowned chef’s esoteric, glacially-paced tasting menu isn’t going to be a pleasant experience for anyone.

For a fast meal your kids will still savor, whip up this Quick Crunchy Chicken Dinner.

THOU SHALT NOT TREAT YOUR SERVER LIKE A SITTER
Your server is there to accommodate you, but customer service has its limits. While most waiters are happy to engage and amuse your little one, it's bad form to delegate your child-minding duties to the person taking your sea bass order.

Let your kids serve themselves with our Best Yummy Mexican Meals.

THOU SHALT NOT BREAST FEED AT THE TABLE
Yes, I have seen table-side breast feeding at a four-star restaurant. If at all possible, take it to the ladies room. (Note: most upscale restaurants have really nice restrooms!)

If you're breastfeeding, you likely want to cook something quick, easy, and protein-rich; we love this Speedy Bow Tie Pasta Dinner.

THOU SHALL FEEL FREE TO ORDER "KID FOOD" OFF THE MENU
Most restaurants are happy to provide kid-friendly cuisine, so don’t hesitate to ask, just keep in mind you may experience sticker shock (e.g., $23 for pasta with butter)

For a filling and savory twist on basic spaghetti, try these hearty Filled Pasta Entrees.

THOU SHALL NOT TURN DINNER INTO A PHOTOSHOOT
It’s exciting to see your little one all dressed up at the table, and special occasions and birthdays are naturally conducive to photos, but overzealous documentation with flash photography, flip-cams, and camcorders can be distracting to fellow diners.

Say "cheese" with these ten tasty Macaroni and Cheese recipes.

THOU SHALT NOT BRING NOISY TOYS
It’s wise to bring a few of your kid’s favorite toys for their amusement but try not to bring excessively loud games and bleep-blooping electronic toys -- or at least be sure there’s a volume-off button.

Keep their hands busy with a finger-food meal, such as this tasty Buffalo Wing Dinner.

THOU SHALL TRY TO QUELL HIGH-PITCHED SCREAMING
Unexpected tantrums and outbursts are a fact of life, but when a parent sits stoically as their child screams without any intervention, the mood of the room can quickly turn from convivial to incredulous to profoundly irritated.

They'll be screaming with joy for these homemade Mini Pizzas With Pizazz.

THOU SHALT NOT ALLOW FREE-RANGE KIDS
When you let your child run free in the restaurant, it’s not only disruptive to other diners, but it could be a safety hazard: Restaurants are full of hot plates and sharp cutlery, and kids underfoot could cause a major disaster.

Keep them planted happily in their seats with this zesty, crunchy Skillet Tostada Dinner.

THOU SHALL CALMLY DISCOURAGE FOOD FIGHTS
Ah, the food fight. The epitome of fun at summer camp and grade school cafeterias -- less so at Michelin-starred eateries. If the food starts flying, quietly and firmly put an end to it.

And if your kids politely make their way through the meal without incident, treat them to a well-deserved Dessert treat."

Happy Birthday To Me

To mark the occasion of my turning 32, we ventured out to the Whitaker Center Science and the Arts in Harrisburg.
This is the first birthday in all my 32 years when I needed a jacket or ate soup for lunch (I'm sure about the jacket and almost sure about the soup).
The science center had some interesting exhibits.
Here are Owen and I in the hurricane room in 95 mile an hour winds.

I don't think we look too bad considering the conditions. They also had a kids play area with the usual grocery store, stage/dress-up area, and water table. While we enjoyed ourselves, we felt that overall the science center had a rather busy feel, and for the driving time and cost, we rather return to the Science Factory right here in town when we have the time and inclination for a sciencey outing again.
Owen went to sleep when we were almost home.

He's been riding in the back alone the last couple of weeks - even when there are 2 adults in the car. He as gone to sleep in the car twice since then.
When we got back home, Abram grilled salmon and veggie kebobs and made baked potatoes.

He also made a VERY sweet raw goat milk ice cream for dessert. Afterwards, we played the new game, Camp, that they got for me. It is a tiered trivia game where you answer questions about nature to move around the board. Most of the questions we got tonight were animal ID questions for Owen and some random state bird, nomenclature, and animal behavior questions for me and Abram. It was a pretty fun game, and I like that it is tiered so that each player can choose his/her own level or questions and the whole family uses the same cards. (Each card has four related questions on it.) It is our first move-around-the-board game to play with Owen.

Abram and Owen Are Famous

I submitted some pictures of Abram wearing Owen to the babywearingdads.tumblr.com site recently. You can now view two of my favorite baby wearing pictures here. There are lots of great photos of men wearing babies and kids, so have a look around on the site.
Our famous favorites are also posted below along with some other favorites. We have worn Owen A LOT in his three years and still wear him a bit so there are lots of ones I love for one reason or another.

Abram multitasking while wearing Owen. As you can see, Abram is eating, drinking, and reading Harry Potter while wearing tiny Owen. (We were re-reading all the books before the last one came out.) What you cannot tell from the photo is that he is also bouncing on the birth ball (exercise ball) which was most useful to us after the birth when Owen needed lots of jiggling.

Me wearing Owen in the same pouch. He lived in there from the time I ordered it when he was a week old until he was about 3 months old.

This is a mama's eye view of Owen riding tummy to tummy in the pouch.

Here are Owen, my Dad, and me at a Gilliland family vacation in Ft. Morgan, AL. Owen is in our other most-used carrier. It was a piece of green gauze fabric ripped in half and sewn together - no hems. It was spit-up on and wash so many times, it finally started tearing before he was a year old, but it got loads of use.

Abram is carrying Owen in a Japanese onbuhimo in which my Mama carried me.

Daddy and Owen shopping (not such a happy boy) . . .

. . . and hiking (what a happy boy!).

Owen in my favorite wrap sight seeing in Verona, Italy

Owen sleeping in another wrap on my birthday last year at the Collosseum, Rome, Italy

Owen in a home made structured carrier at the Pantheon, Rome, Italy (again, what a happy boy).


When Owen is worn these days, it's almost always in the structured carrier (by Abram) or the brown wrap (by me) as those are our most supportive carriers. He gets worn at the farmer's market and on evening walks when he'd love to be walking, but it helps him chill out and get ready for bed to have a ride on Daddy's back.

More Fine Weather

Yesterday and today were both very nice after another bought of cruddy weather. We had a good time at Chickies Rock County Park and Lake Grubb. We did a short hike at Chickies Rock (so named from a Native American "Chiquesalunga" which meant "place of the crayfish" - see link above) out to an overlook of the Susquhanna River.

Owen tasted honeysuckle nectar for the first time and loved it.

We also picniced there and walked along a creek where. . .

. . . we saw a garter snake.

Since we didn't find any fishing spots, and Owen was really keen to fish, we stopped at Lake Grubb on the way home. Owen was really patient about reeling in the line each time and wanted to cast on his own. He also like picking though the tackle box.

We saw two more snakes while we were there - a water snake of some sort that passed us in the water three times while Owen and Abram were fishing and a black rat snake (about four feet long) that slithered slowly across the path as we hiked the trail around the lake.

Playing Games

Owen is starting to enjoy some games. Among others, we have a balancing moon game, a home made fishing game (where you catch fish with a magnet and fill your boat with different fish), a memory game, and a recently acquired Guess Who game.

I have no pictures of us playing this one since it takes all three of us, but Owen has really enjoyed playing the game that you may remember from your own childhood. He sometimes needs reminding that the questions have have yes or no answers, but he really likes to flip the ruled-out faces over during his turn. Although this game is recommended for kids 6-12, this game has been more engaging for Owen than games we have tried geared toward younger kids. He just can't really play it independently yet. It is also relatively fun for Abram and me too.

What We Did Today

Today was really nice - warm and sunny after what seems like weeks of cold and rain. We have seriously been wearing jackets around for the last couple of weeks. I am so ready to move back to the South!
This morning, Abram got dressed up and headed over to the college for graduation. Last year he was told he should have been there (although we were in Italy at the time), so he didn't want to miss it this year. His department chair saw him and excused him from the excitement - what a nice surprise!
After Abram got back home, we all went to a big yard sale where Abram found Rome: Total War, a computer game where you can go all over the Roman world and try to win territory for the empire. Owen purchased a small "cherry picker" bucket truck and a "character" (a little knight figurine).
We went by the new apartment complex and tried to have a picnic while we signed the new lease. Owen was more interested in running around the office than eating any of his (sometimes) favorite foods - prosciutto, smoked oysters, goat cheese, bananas, olives - ah, well, so much for that plan!
We made it to the theatre just as the previews were ending and the new film, Babies, was beginning (great timing!).
The film follows four babies from around the world - Namibia, Mongolia, Japan, and the US for about a year. There is no narration or subtitles - just scenes from the lives of the four families with their everyday conversation (most of which is, of course, not in English) and added music. The film is an ethnographic look into the lives of these children, and the filmmakers seem to have little else on their agenda than to show us these glimses. You are left to make your own judgements - or not - about what you see. I highly recommend seeing it and taking your kid(s). Owen (who couln't sit still at the rental office) did well watching and asking quiet questions for the better part of an hour. After that, he asked to go on a walk with Abram, and they checked out the shopping center and the new (to us) grocery store there. He wanted to know, "Mama, why don't they have to wear clothes?" about the people in Namibia. There was a bit of jealosy in his voice. Yesterday, he had to wear clothes around the house because there were window cleaners working outside all day; this was a source of some friction.
We went to a big park across from the theatre afterwards, and Owen chased three kids on bicycles. It was apparently lots of fun although he couldn't keep up on foot. He also dug in the mud, ran in the grass, finished the picnic (with our help), kicked the big ball, and picked flowers. When we arrived home, there were still WWII reenactors encamed across the street at the Historical Society; Abram and Owen had visited them briefly as they set up yesterday evening. We took a walk though their tents and looked at the guns, jeep, trucks, and medical equipmentbefore heading home for leftover cream of chicken, mushroom, and rice soup and Greek salad.
Tomorrow is supposed to be even warmer and sunny.

Two Weights Off Our Shoulders

This morning, we all drove down to Maryland (just over an hour) to meet another midwife. She came highly recommended by a friend who recently had a HBAC (home birth after caesarean) with her. She also knew Brynne and Deren, the wonderful midwives who attended Owen's birth - which earned her bonus points even before we met ;-). I was very pleased with her approach to care and specifically pleased to know that she believes "babies come out" a sentiment that Deren shared with us at our first meeting and to me an important way of looking at birth.
I have met with four midwives over the last few weeks, and no others would attend a breech home delivery, only one would attend a twin home birth, and one would not attend a home birth after 42 weeks. To be fair, two of the midwives were CNMs (certified nurse midwives) who must operate under strict protocols to maintain their licensure as well as their working relationships with back-up doctors. And to be clear, in all likelyhood, we will have one baby who comes head first before 42 weeks - most of them do even without intervention. But I want to establish care with someone who will help us have the safest and best birth we can have by maintaining good health throughout pregnancy and staying at home for birth unless we all decide that the baby or I need medical intervention. Ultimately, there is just a deep sense of comfort and trust that I think it is important to feel with a home birth attendant, and I felt that with her.
Owen enjoyed exploring the toys in her office and checking out her yard, and Abram caught bits of the conversation while keeping an eye on the monkey. Owen also liked looking at a set of pictures of how big the baby is now and how big it will be when it is ready to be born. Afterwards, we had lunch at a little Indian restaurant before heading back to PA. On the way, we talked and decided that Karen was right for us. It is a big relief to know that we have found someone we trust to attend the birth of our baby.
On the way home, we also put a deposit down on an apartment. It is in a pretty large older complex, is smaller than our current apartment and has carpet rather than wood floors. However, it has direct access to the outside (making grocery unloading and getting to and from the car much easier as well as quick and easy trips outside with Owen), has great reviews on the internet from past and present tenents, has a pool that will be open for the summer, has a small playground near our apartment and borders a large county park with lots of space to run and a playground area, is slighly less expensive than our current apartment, has a larger kitchen, and has its own washer and dryer. Abram will still be able to bike to work when it is nice. We think it will be a good move to make and have arranged to move in July.

Carnival

Yesterday Owen and I went a thrifting and found a few summer clothes for him. Then we had lunch at a new (to us) sushi place where the sushi chef enjoyed making silly faces at Owen from over the bar (and Owen back at him), fed the koi in the pond in front of us, and generally seemed to enjoy having a kid to entertain during the afternoon lull. We took some sushi by the office for Abram who was busy grading papers and played at the park for an hour and a half in the glorious sun while he finished up work. We came home for a quick dinner of leftovers and headed back to the park to visit the Loyalty Day Carnival. We're not sure who is loyal to what or whom, but we did have fun at the carnival and managed to spend $21 in no time - $20 on ride tickets and $1 of Owen's own money on a game. Owen was a bit disappointed that he did not win a goldfish with the pingpong balls he bought and tried to throw into the goldfish bowls, and we talked about how he could save his money and go to the pet store and buy a goldfish for less than $1. He did, however, enjoy the rides; he could ride most of them this year - some alone and some with Daddy:
the tea cups


the fun house (where he went through again and again)

a spinning, swinging boat.

Although some of Abram's students reported that the carnival was "sketchy," we found it (this year and last) to be a nice, clean carnival - very family friendly with mostly kiddie rides. I'm not sure what standards they hold carnivals to, but in my experience this is probably the least sketchy one I've ever attended.

GF Pizza Dough

Tonight we had GF pizza with goat mozzarella (from the farmer's market), mild Italian sausage (also from the market), red onions, olives, red peppers (frozen from the market from last summer, mushrooms. It was really yummy! We really like the crackery crust made with the recipe below. I actually doubled the recipe for the first time tonight, and it worked well. Enjoy!

GF Pizza
1T yeast
2/3c brown rice flour
1/2c tapioca flour
1/2t salt
2t xanthan gum
1t gelatin
1t Mrs. Dash
2/3c water
1/2t honey
1T olive oil
1t apple cider vinegar

Beat all ingredients 3 minutes. Spread dough on pan with generous olive oil. Bake 10 min. at 425F. Add toppings and bake until cheese is melted.