Gluten Free Indian Hummingbird Bread for Humans, Not Hummingbirds!

While I was entertaining some friends who were coming into town, I made Hummingbird Bread with a Gluten Free Recipe and then took it to the Magdalene Workshop where so many new friends raved about it and asked for the recipe.  So here it is!  And No, it’s not for hummingbirds!  It’s for humans.  Thanks to PaleOMG.com for providing the base recipe before I gave my own scientific bakers twist that I do to all recipes, here you go!

It tasted as if I had added Turmeric instead of cinnamon because of the brown rice four and the grilled pineapple.  It’s like an Indian Hummingbird bread and it was soft on the inside and brown on the outside.  I love to use the Kitchen Aid Mixer and it was easily over mixed, so be careful not to leave it on for to long.

Indian Hummingbird Bread (Not pictured below – Sorry we ate it all so fast!)
Prep time –
Cook time –
Total time-60
Serves: 4-6 small servings
Ingredients
  • ½ cup brown rice flour
  • ½ cup coconut flour
  • ½ cup coconut sugar
  • ½ teaspoon cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon baking soda
  • pinch of salt
  • 2 organic ripe bananas, mashed
  • ½ cup GRILLED fresh pineapple, diced
  • ½ cup coconut oil, soft
  • 3 eggs, whisked
  • 1 overflowing teaspoon Mexican vanilla extract
  • ½ cup pecans, chopped into 3 descending sizes
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Add brown rice flour, coconut flour, coconut sugar, cinnamon, baking soda, and salt to a large bowl and mix. If you are using a Kitchen Aid, then just turn it on for a few seconds. Be careful not to over mix.
  3. Then add the rest of the ingredients, folding or mixing in pecans at the end.
  4. Scoop mixture into small miniature bread pans (I lined mine with parchment paper for easy removal) and I also gave them a quick spray with non-stick baking spray, and make sure to smooth the top because it will look the same way when it’s baked.  Remember, that when you put it into the baking pan, it will not rise and will eventually bake exactly the way it looks.  I like the small pans so that there is more surface area in which to brown holding it together, while keeping the center super soft. Remember the Easy Bake Oven?  I use assorted heart shaped, bread pan, and round baking molds that are small so that they are each their own little perfectly baked gift.  If you use your normal bake ware, then just keep the depth of the batter less than 2″ and spread evenly across small pans so that the middle of the surface is less than 2″ from each side.  It’s totally up to you!  Get creative.  Use a fun mold.
  5. Bake for 40-45 minutes MAX or until bread is browned on top and completely cooked through (use the toothpick trick to check) making sure not to over bake. You can tell by looking at it if it’s done by how brown the top is.
  6. Let cool slightly before serving.
Notes
Honestly, I would double this recipe to make enough to refrigerate for use later.  Keep in mind that the refrigerator tends to dry anything freshly baked, so eat the first batch within 48 hours before having to put it in the fridge.
Enjoy!  And Share!

 

Curse of the Healer

Recently I was having wine with a two girlfriends and after listening to my new friend, who is also a Reiki healer talk about healing, I finally figured she would be able to help me out with an issue that has randomly popped up in my work.  I explained to her that I adore my clients, friends and patients and found that sometimes when I get really close to their situation and provide helpful intervention, then our relationship changes.  It’s as if, I got to close or saw deep inside, which I do, and then they want to close up and run away from either fear or embarrassment, and I wasn’t sure which.

For example, with one of my clients in the middle of radiation and chemotherapy treatment, we worked together to get to the root of the cause of her dis-ease with life and we laughed and worked and I gave her time in between sessions to really get comfortable with the transformation that was happening before my eyes.  Yet, when we were done with our sessions and we still met as friends, everything changed.  We had a great time, and she urged me to continue teaching and that she would always be a great supporter.  Fast forward and now she won’t take my calls and she won’t tell me exactly why.  I’m concerned that she might have been re-diagnosed, but then it doesn’t have to be about me.  I figured, once I became her teacher and guru which means, taking one from darkness to light, I was more interested in helping those that needed me and keeping my energy high.

While drinking wine and speaking openly, my Reiki friend says to me, It’s the cure of the healer Sandy.  You did get close and you were able to help her through a rough time and transform her life, but now she has moved on just as you have.  She has shut that door and is most likely doing great and moving forward with her life.  She sees  you as part of her journey and so, that is part of her past when she didn’t know what she knows now.

I’m thinking to myself, Sandy, how would you feel if you saw someone from your past, like your first husband? Before, when you were going through breast cancer, friends asked you if you’d ever return to Geneva.  And now you are planning to visit!

For me, it’s all part of the larger healing process.  I feel in my heart that someday I will lovingly see my first husband just as my past client will some day see me and not feel a thing.  It will pass.  I won’t evoke a memory of past pain to my client and seeing my first husband will be like seeing an old friend.  Everyone is set up in our lives for a reason and to teach us something about ourselves.  At least that is what I believe.  I will not return to dis-ease with past experiences over and over again.  They have all been removed or I have let them settle so that over time I could change the perspective and see the blessings.  A guy I dated in my past called it Flipping the Script.

Flipping the script takes deep inner searching to happen, and here is my own example.  Just like my radial oncologist explained to me that my dis-ease with life started when I got married, now I happily share that my marriage took me all over the world and spending a year in Geneva is where I met so many great friends who are coming to visit me next week!  All it takes is time and my work is to help others get through transformations in less than 8 years.

Resisting Transformation: My Favorite Type of Clients

Not so long ago, I was asked to speak about my journey and what ensued was a funny and serious presentation entitled, Spirituality through Wellness: How to Turn a Hot Mess into Happyness.  Since then, and throughout my life I’ve continued to teach, train, and inspire others. I am drawn to educational scholarships, incredible groups of women on a mission and paying attention to the world around me – that is also a teacher.

My personal back story includes breast cancer, an international divorce that took four years to complete, learning how to say No and Yes from my heart instead of my head and finding balance along the way.  I must remain neutral.  I am the bridge that sees both sides and makes a nice connection in which thoughts and ideas can flow easily.  I resonate with those resisting change.  I am drawn to those that can’t ask for help.  I pray daily to just be of service and in the flow I am found.

One of my favorite clients found me in a yoga class that I never taught again.  She was a retired pathologist and in the middle of a cancer diagnosis resisting treatment.  She had met Yogi Bhajan, PhD in her youth and couldn’t believe that I had also found Kundalini yoga at the Stanford University Community Center.  She became my favorite client.  We met once or twice a week during the time she was in radiation.  We met all over the city from the Japanese Garden to the Path of Tea for 90-minute sessions rebuilding her faith in her journey and herself.  She was a rare bird because she knew that she needed me.  She knew what she was missing and together we forged a path towards healing that she never knew could exist in her life.  From discussions about her past, to identifying the clues along her life that eventually led to her dis-ease with life, she was forever changed.  She joined the doctors in healing herself, forever.  She let me in and all I did was shine a light.  Just like a therapist, her story will forever be kept private and safe in my heart.

Another favorite friend invited me out to visit her during chemotherapy.  She was frustrated at what and how to eat since she had never really paid attention over the years, as she gave me all her reading material about nutrition.  She was also frantic to schedule a caregiver to spend the night with her at the apartment just a few miles from the hospital to help her through the treatment.  In a sundress nursing a sunburn, she asked me to spend the night with her and I said I would do what I could.  We stopped by Walgreens so she could purchase a case for my contacts before I remembered that I already had one in the car.  She was half way through her treatment and the doctors assured her that it was working.  While she slept, I organized her kitchen cabinets so that breakfast items were together and easy to get to, organized her refrigerator so that she could see what she had and how abundant she was, and continued to edit her grocery list before she sent it to her friend to purchase items she needed.  Although I wanted to cook something for her, her freezer was full of items to reheat and there wasn’t anything left to cook.  Knowing that I wasn’t prepared to stay, we went for a walk and before I was about to leave, having spent four hours or so with her, I pointed out that she couldn’t pay someone to care about her healing as much as she needed to care about her own healing.

She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t find someone to pay to follow a spreadsheet of medication and feeding until I told her about my experience tracking myself throughout my own chemo journey, because I knew that I wasn’t going to be surprised by my fourth, fifth or sixth round.  I kept track of the major things during my day including, sleep, breakfast, bowel movements, water intake, exercise, prayer, nature, sun, fun, friends, lunch, medication, dinner, snacks, and anything else that had to be done on a daily basis so that I could stay on schedule and avoid trips to the emergency room.  Granted, she has friends upon friends to help with her journey, and she was delegating like the best of them, but the biggest role for her she could not pay someone else to fill because it was her job and hers only.

It took three rounds of chemo and another advocate to point my attention to her, and as I shared, the final three are now a countdown to freedom.  A count down to her own life of independence.  A new life she probably didn’t think was possible just months ago.  And by the time I got home and fell asleep, I dreamed that I was there with her during the chaos of diagnosis with so many people seemingly intruding her life in darkness and then the dream ended with her holding up three fingers and smiling in the sun as if I was there the whole time knowing that she only had three more treatments to go.  I couldn’t wait to tell her about my dream and that she was never alone the entire time.

You are cordially invited to attend an Open House on Wednesday, June 10th from 6:30 – 8:00pm at The Mystic Path in the heights located at 4001 N. Shepherd Suite 208 as I share the upcoming series of workshops focused on you and your health.  Maybe you care for others, or maybe you are totally great!  This series will uncover the Seven Pathways to Wellness starting June 22nd for seven weeks.  Workshops include educational materials, instruction and experiential journies including yoga, meditation, journaling and two classes will be outside of this space at Central Market and The Path of Tea.  You don’t know what you don’t know until you know it.  This class is exciting to think about the boundless adventures that await.  Register online or contact Sandy Castillo at 713-232-9796.  Thank you.