Healthier Chicken N` Dumplings Recipe

Simmering away and filling the house with deliciousness, my healthier take on a classic – chicken n’ dumplings. This version includes bone broth, organic chicken, a plethora of herbs, and lots and lots of fresh veggies.

Chicken N’ Dumplings

5 organic chicken breasts cut into bite sized pieces
Variety of fresh veggies (carrots, mushrooms, celery, leeks, even spinach, whatever you have on hand) roughly chopped.
Olive oil
Italian spice
Vege Sal
1 tea thyme
Salt if you must but the Vege Sal does a great job of seasoning if you let it.
Pepper to taste
2 cups water
6 cups bone broth (or vegetable or chicken broth)
1/2 cup white wine
2 cups all purpose flour
2 TB baking powder
1 cup plus 2 tea almond milk (or any kind of milk)
1 tea salt

(Feeds my crew of ten without any leftovers)

In a big pot (ceramic or cast iron ideally) heat the olive oil. Add the chicken pieces and coat liberally with Vege Sal and Italian herbs. Cook until browned on all sides and then remove to a plate. Add a little more olive oil to the pot and cook all of the veggies along with the thyme for about ten minutes or so. Return the chicken to the pot and add the wine. Cook for a minute or so stirring. Add the bone broth and water. Add salt and pepper to taste and simmer for a few hours or all day long. Before serving, combine flour, baking powder, milk and salt. Scoop dollops of the mixture on top of the stew. Cover and cook on medium high for 15-20 minutes or until dough is no longer gooey. Enjoy!

Healthy, Kid Approved Turkey Burger Recipe


As promised, I’m going to attempt to post a weekly Luke approved recipe, and the first one up are these super tasty, super nutritious turkey burgers that we had last night for dinner. This is my new favorite meal since giving up (for the majority of the time) red meat, well, this and the close cousin of the turkey burger, the chicken burger. In most of these recipes you will notice that I tend to pack as much hidden nutrition as humanly possible into the dish  because Luke is quite texture sensitive (if it’s too hard (carrots and most veggies) or too soft (berries bananas, etc) he won’t eat it.  He will, however, eat veggies if they are disguised as real food – especially with cheese on top.

Here goes.


My recipes tend to feed a crowd so adjust as needed.

3 lbs of ground turkey.

2-3 tea vege sal

1 tea salt

1 tea pepper

1 TB miso paste (optional – a healthy probiotic food you can order on amazon)

2 TB Dijon mustard

Dash of Paprika

Dash of cayenne if you like a little kick (we do).

Mix all this together

Then – in a food processor pulse a few handfuls of spinach, a sweet onion, and 3-4 garlic cloves till it’s teeny tiny.  You don’t want the kids or the husband to know your secrets. Throw this concoction in the bowl with the turkey mixture.  Now you’re ready to make patties.

You can cook these on a grill or a skillet works just fine as well with a little olive oil.  Heat about 5 minutes on each side.  We like pepper jack or cheddar cheese and whole wheat buns, but feel free to dress them up however you want to.  Enjoy!

Pebbles – Lending a Hand to the Least of These


 These past few weeks have been exhausting as a gigantic tidal wave of anger, despair, and helplessness has blasted upon humanity, invading our lives and our homes, crushing societies and towns and social media morale as the wave pounds and beckons and taunts us through the pale white glare, the Apple held firmly in our grasp, our tongues panting for all of the sweet drops of nectar, but as the story of old forewarns, the Apple is not always what it seems. 

The wave continues its relentless, unforgiving pursuit, but we refuse to move or turn away lest we miss something! NO! We must know everything about anything – like a horrific train wreck – we have to see it all. So many heartfelt and angry opinions, so many informed and uninformed people and users of words or users of some other medium lending their voices to the madness, offering their convictions as they compose eloquent words for the masses – words that oftentimes feel like buckets of water being poured upon an already drenched agenda. 

Such a gray, wet agenda at times. 

The Syrian mother, alone, babe at her breast, son holding tightly to her weathered hand, her husband long dead from the war-torn world they were born into.  The seasoned Vet scolding the young blogger on social media, scolding him for his innocence and lack of understanding in our vulnerable American state. All the many lives that matter – ALL of them! Including those nameless lives resting against beating hearts and those who are women and the homosexuals and the Hispanics and the Indians to name a few. 

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’” Matt 25:40 

Least of these.  Least of these is quite overwhelming with refugees and blacks, and women, and unborn babies, and lonely widows and grubby foster kids and men struggling to find work and women struggling to find Johns, and the beautiful disabled brothers and sisters, the Lukes of the world, who are amongst the most vulnerable of all creation, the weak, the dependent, the infirmed, and the dying.  There’s equality in the least of these. 

So many who need our love, but we’re just so distracted by that damn tidal wave that keeps pounding and pounding against our souls.


What will it take to release our eyes from the loftiness of that wave and instead turn our gaze downward to notice that which was not seen before?! That which was hidden beneath the wave – the smooth, silky pebbles birthed to shore through the violent, angry pushes. Pebbles signifying a hopeful change if someone would just stop looking at that wave and instead bend low, grasping one single pebble, and with outstretched hand give it away to the least of these.  Can we? Will we? Do we dare to bend our backs as we release our pride and tighten our grip around a humble pebble? Around love? And as the pebbles accumulate, one by one they will create a barrier – a barrier that might just halt the wave, or stop it, damming it actually, and then, and only then will we have an opportunity to dry our land, shake off our despair, and bask in the warmth of peace and love once again. 

Bend low. Grasp a pebble. Pick it up.  Give it away for the least of these. Love wins.  

Just keep livin!