New Website!

I’ve moved! Not literally. I’m still here. Here, in Sunny Florida, where it’s hotter ‘n the Devil’s armpit.

My site – it’s moved! You can now find me at www.sprinklesinmylunchbox.com.

Come take a peek! And, while you’re at it, come join me on my Facebook page, too! Maybe it will motivate me to keep up with that, as well! 😀 You can find that at www.facebook.com/sprinklesinmylunchbox.

See you there!

Kristin

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Gluten Free Mexican Hot Chocolate Cookies

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It might seem that I am on a chocolate cookie kick. And that might actually be true. But, I really think the universe is lending itself to chocolate cookie situations. It’s a circumstance beyond my control. Who I am to mess with that?

This time around, I made Gluten Free Mexican Hot Chocolate Cookies. Mexican Hot Chocolate is simply spicy hot chocolate. The spices lend a lovely warmth to the creamy, rich chocolate. And they do the same in the cookie form.

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These cookies are crunchy and chewy, rich with chocolatey flavor. They have a little kick from cayenne and a lot of warmth from cinnamon.

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And, let me just tell you how delicious they are with ice cream sandwiched between two of them. I can barely think straight and think of that at same time!

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I just know you’re going to love these! They were perfect accompaniment to Taco Night.

Gluten Free Mexican Hot Chocolate Cookies

2 1/2 C powdered sugar

1/2 C unsweetened cocoa powder

2 t Saigon cinnamon (it’s a bit stronger in flavor than “regular” Ceylon cinnamon)

dash cayenne pepper

1/4 t Kosher salt

1 T cornstarch

3 egg whites (or 9 T All Whites)

1 t vanilla extract

1 C bittersweet chocolate chips

Preheat the oven to 350F. Add parchment paper or a Silpat (I used both and the parchment paper worked better with this recipe) to a baking sheet.

Sift together powdered sugar, cocoa powder, cinnamon, cayenne, salt, and cornstarch. In a separate bowl, whip the egg whites until frothy, about one minute. Add vanilla and mix together. Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and mix together. Mix in the chocolate chips. Drop onto your prepared pan, about one inch apart. Bake for 15 – 18 minutes (mine took 16). Let them cool completely before removing from the pan.

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Enjoy with ice cream! Or systematically eat them one by one, while standing over the sink, and hoping that no one sees you. Either way.

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Enjoy! Disfrute, mis amigos!

Kristin

Mother’s Day, Part II: World’s Okay-est Mom

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Mamas, you are enough. Let that sink in for a bit. You. Are. Enough. And you are loved. I know you don’t hear that often enough. I know you don’t feel that often enough. I’m not sure I do. “They” always say that motherhood is a thankless job. On the surface, that’s seemingly true. You know. Unless you teach your child to say “thank you” (which we all try) and they actually, literally do say that at every turn, you aren’t going to be getting enough thanks for the time and effort you put into your child.

But alas, Motherhood is indeed a thank-filled, love-filled job.

With Motherhood, and life at this stage, it’s about the little things, the little triumphs.

Every day that comes and goes without bloodshed, I consider a triumph. Every day that comes and goes without WWIII tantrums, broken bones, or human kid poop in my yard, I consider a triumph. When I successfully feed my kids dinner, and help them get their homework done, it’s a triumph. My days are not filled with gourmet meals, Southern Living-esque family and bedrooms,or  pristine kids (try as I might, with my ever-present stain stick). My days are filled with two very dirty, loud, rambunctious boys. Boys who sound like water buffalo, running in my also very dirty house.

But…

Every time they wrap their sweaty arms around me and press their red, sweaty cheeks against mine, and squeeze me in a quick snuggle, I feel their thanks. Their love.

Every time my oldest son tells me that he loves me “to the moon”, I feel his thanks. His love.

Every time I am met with happy grins after playing in the park, I feel their thanks. Their love.

Every time my youngest son burrows his sweet curly head in my neck, I feel his thanks. His love.

Sometimes, it isn’t about the verbal “thank yous”, but more about the ways your children show you their thanks with their uninhibited and genuine emotions.

Happiest Mother’s Day, World’s Okay-est Moms!

“Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” – Proverbs 31:29

Kristin

Mother’s Day, Part I: For the Mothers in their Hearts

This Sunday is Mother’s Day. Just in case you didn’t know. If you didn’t, then you haven’t seen the rows and rows of flowery, pink, and sometimes sparkly cards lining every store you go into. You haven’t seen the chocolate boxes, the teddy bears, the sale racks of clothing someone thinks a mother somewhere would like to wear.

This is a day where many of you church-goers get to stand up with pride, after your Pastor encourages applause. This is a day where you get pampered, gifted, dined, and perhaps wined.

But for some, this is a day that serves as a fresh, constant reminder for a want, and an absence, for children, or for a loss. A day which brings a heaviness.

For the Mothers in their Hearts that have struggled, who have wrestled with the despair, the unfairness, the questioning of God’s plan for your life – you are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are as important, on this day, and every day.

For the Mothers who have had losses, in any stage – you are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are important, on this day, and every day.

For the Mothers who wait patiently for their adoptive children to be born and to be paired with them – you are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are important, on this day, and every day.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11

Thinking of you. Praying with you.

-Kristin