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May 2014, Page 2

gluten-free chicken salad sandwiches

the kids all laughed at me when i shared my name for these: little pillows.  it’s silly, but it’s the best way i know how to describe the grain-free “bread” we served with our gluten-free chicken salad sandwiches at a recent sunset beach picnic.  that, or you could refer to them as little clouds, because they are heavenly (yes, i know, i am cheesy).

 

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i will tell you, this bread is super-light and fluffy, really more suited for an open-face sandwich or perfect for serving alongside a main dish.  still, i think they looked pretty cute in the white paper bags with washi-tape, don’t you?

 

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here’s the recipe for you!

Gluten-free Chicken Salad Sandwiches

Ingredients

  • 2 cups chopped, cooked chicken
  • 1 fresh mango, peeled and cut into bite-size cubes
  • 1/4 cup organic mayonnaise
  • 1 heaping tablespoon whole-grain mustard
  • 1 tablespoon lime juice
  • 1/4 teaspoon sea salt
  • 1/8 teaspoon fresh cracked pepper
  • For Dressing:
  • 1 orange, peeled
  • 1 tablespoon orange or apple cider vinegar
  • 2 tomatillos, quartered
  • 2 avocados, peeled and pitted
  • 3 green onions, whites and stems, roots removed
  • 1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon cracked black pepper
  • 1/2 teaspoon coarse sea salt
  • 2 tablespoons lime juice
  • 1/4 cup olive oil
  • For bread:
  • 4 ounces softened cream cheese
  • 3 eggs, separated
  • 1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar
  • 1/8 teaspoon fresh cracked pepper
  • 1/8 teaspoon garlic salt

Instructions

  1. Place chicken and mango in a mixing bowl.
  2. Lightly toss with mayo, mustard, lime juice, sea salt, and pepper.
  3. For dressing:
  4. Combine dressing ingredients in a high-speed blender in order listed; blend for 30 seconds.
  5. For bread:
  6. Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
  7. Using a hand mixer, beat egg whites and cream of tartar until they form stiff peaks.
  8. In a separate bowl, combine egg yolks with cream cheese, pepper, and garlic salt.
  9. Gently fold yolks into whites, being careful not to deflate whites.
  10. Scoop batter (it will be very wet and loose) onto a parchment-lined cookie sheet.
  11. Bake for 20-30 minutes (begin checking at 20 minutes), and remove from oven when golden and no longer wet on top.
  12. Let bread "pillows" cool on cookie sheet for at least ten minutes before removing to serve.
  13. To serve, scoop a generous portion of chicken salad on each bread "pillow."
  14. Drizzle with dressing.
  15. Serve open-faced, or top with an additional bread "pillow."
http://dancingwithmyfather.net/gluten-free-chicken-salad-sandwiches/

 

for the cooked chicken, we used this recipe.  because, really, it makes chicken taste amazing.

 

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my a-girl made her own version of chicken-salad by serving this in lettuce wraps.  our friend lauren also whipped up a wonderful chicken salad served on Udi’s Gluten-Free bread.  which version would be your favorite?  (the “little pillows” were inspired by a recipe from live fabuless, which i can no longer find!)

 

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heart thoughts from a small business owner {beauty in brokenness}

for the last seven years, i have been the co-owner of a seemingly-successful business.  truly, an art that i fell in love with became more than a hobby and indeed, it grew to provide the keeping for our whole family.  despite a mind-blowing level of competitiveness in what quickly became an over-saturated market, the vision and skill that soon became a waking and sleeping passion seemed to resonate with many who were willing to invest in its by-product: the legacy-leaving for their own family.  by Grace, this creating of art from life brought joy to us and to our clients.  and it provided for our family.

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somewhere along the way, though, that art, that business, those gifts became tainted with fear.  i took on more and more work.  my business-partner didn’t always  operate with the same insatiable drive (more accurately stated, vacillated between patient standing up for the need for rest and margin, and all-out passiveness, likely a knee-jerk-response to my never-ending push for more work, better skill, more advanced tools for the trade).

this mama who sometimes humbly, oft-times proudly, called herself a home-educator and stay-at-home-mom found my heart drifting from that first calling.  as a small business owner, i fell asleep and awoke envisioning my work and my art.  i resented intrusion and i resented what seemed like a forced need on my part to drag everyone along at breakneck speed.  i was ever pursuing an invisible goal to be successful, to have all we needed and wanted, and to be recognized and chosen and yes, i say even revered, though i would never have admitted to it, for the path we pursued.  how dare they not get it, not run with me, not hop into the wheel that kept turning faster and faster, craving the same success i did.

this may sound hyperbolic, but i believe unless i call the ugly monster by name, its defeat by the sword of truth is impossible.  i finally see that ironically, every good and perfect gift, given by the Father of light, is easily tainted by his children, who can take that gift and choose to love it more than the giver.

it’s a journey begun some time ago, but with the help of my heart-love and my God, i am baby-stepping my way toward living first to love, second to work.  i may lose it all, but to lose it all is worth the true all, the honor of my Papa and the faithfulness to my husband and children… and then the love of those in our community.  and it’s a risk i am willing to take.

so with that familiar wobbly, hands-in-the-air toddler walk, i pick my way forward.  i begin to pull back, to draw boundary-lines, to say no maybe more often than yes.  to trust that the work that is from Him will bring joy and it will develop in me peace, and patience, and most of all fearless love.  and that fearless love will spill over into the work that is truly from Him.  i begin to ask for His help knowing what or which work is from Him.  and i pray that in my brokenness, Light is made visible.

have you had a “made whole in brokenness” moment?  i’d love to hear your heart… dare to share below?

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just 18 summers {summer reading book review}

 

the last few weeks and months, several of my closest friends have walked the last days of preparing a child for graduation.  from the world’s eyes, it’s the jumping-out-of-the-nest phase, and indeed, it has felt that way for each of them.  last school activities, last family date nights, last rides to school, possible last days of being the first one asked for advice: these are all thoughts heavy on the hearts of my mama-friends.

 

mid-journey with them, i received from Tyndale House the book just 18 summers to read.  (click for affiliate link to purchase.)  just 18 summers follows the lives of intersecting characters, some of whom experience a seemingly endless collection of mishaps as they raise their children.  others seem to have it all together, but as the curtain is pulled back, we see similar struggles in each, much like i know happens in our own lives.

 

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not long ago, a dearest friend carefully broached with me (mid-girly-shopping-trip; perfect timing!) a hurt that had been building in her heart.  in following a passion of my children’s, i had unknowingly wounded her with my seeming judgment of her own choice of how to support her children, whom i also dearly love.  as she talked, i realized my seeming judgment was not just seeming; i had seen her actions through the lens of my own journey, and i had missed vital convictions she had followed.  her humility in sharing had a softness that opened my ears to hear truth about my own children, and as i read through just 18 summers, i saw the same thing happening in the now-familiar characters.  as each walked his or her own story, in sharing with one another, brokenness and honesty brought healing.

 

if you’re looking for a good read this summer, just 18 summers will fit the bill.  the timing is no accident – you may find yourself dared to do more with your days, to make every summer minute count.

 

i’m intent on making the minutes count this summer, and i plan to stuff some of those minutes with good reads.  do you have a good one for me?  leave a comment below!

 

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