Woke up to snow.
Spring snow makes one wonder, re chocolate-peanut butter, how many iterations necessary for life? Correct answer = one more. (Most recent past C-PB obsession here.) Real recipe (“chocolate peanut butter protein balls”) here.*
It Bigfoot version:
Begin by measuring 2.5 T coconut oil into a tiny saucepan and set this over a low flame to melt.
In a large mixing bowl combine 1 cup peanut butter (I used Skippy Natural, which is not very natural but has a brown lid), 1/3 cup granulated Swerve, 1 T of the now-melted coconut oil, 1 tsp. vanilla, 3T almond flour, and 2 scoops Tera’s Whey Vanilla Bourbon protein powder. (Goes without saying you could sub honey for Swerve or almond butter for peanut butter or some other protein powder for Tera’s…etc.)
Line a sheet pan with parchment paper. Make room for this pan in the freezer. Form the peanut butter mixture into walnut-szied balls (#70 gelato scoop); place these (there will be 26) on the prepared sheet pan to freeze.
Meanwhile, melt 2/3 c chocolate chips into the remaining coconut oil in the tiny saucepan. Stir until smooth. Set aside to cool a bit. Once the balls are frozen hard enough to handle easily, plop one ball into the chocolate coating and turn it around until it is coated. Use a small slotted spoon or improvised utensil to lift the chocolatey ball out and return it to the sheet pan. Repeat 25 times. The amount of chocolate is exactly right.
Return pan o’balls to freezer. Go do other things. Come back later. OMG SO GOOD. My math gave these 3g CHO/ball. Store in airtight container in fridge.
Meanwhile, last night Jack try Bubs’s old Dexcom. Curious re how possible menacing harpoon = no pain, also curious re BG fluctuations because couple of times insane hunger/fury. (“I don’t know why I feel so bad I feel so angry I feel so hungry I feel like I don’t know what to do and I’m sorry I’m yelling I just want this to stop!”)
8AM: Simultaneous both boys French toast a la Joe.
8:30AM: pedantic Bigfoot say, “Look at this! You had maple syrup and you’re 98 with a straight arrow. You are so all set. Yale! See and you can see that even though he took insulin, Bubs’s is going to get a little wonky for a while, but yours is totally fine!”
But then. Hour later, black cloud fury fill kitchen. I don’t want to go skiing anymore because there probably won’t even be anything to EAT! But I don’t want to stay home! I don’t know what I want to do. I can’t stand ANYTHING. I’m so sorry I think I’m having that feeling again and I know I should just stop complaining but I don’t know what to do!
Feel bad about Dexcom, bad about French toast, bad about whole thing happening. Probably also feel bad for write about. Sorry.
(*Kate’s Healthy Cupboard link include 10% off Swerve code. Maybe handy. Swerve = pricey.)