Friday, 8 May 2015

Crustless Cauliflower Quiche Gluten Free

We made this for a church potluck and the smell of parmesan cheese cooking was amazing and there were no leftovers to bring home!

  • 1 ½ cups of rice or quinoa
  • ¼ cup of hempseed
  • 2 tablespoons of coconut oil
  • 1 onion chopped
  • 2 garlic cloves minced
  • 1 medium zucchini shredded
  • 1 medium carrot shredded
  • 1½ cups cauliflower finely chopped
  • 1 tablespoon fresh basil chopped
  • 1 teaspoon turmeric
  • ½ teaspoon cheyanne pepper
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • Pepper to taste
  • 1 ½ cups almond milk
  • 3 eggs beaten
  • ½ cup grated Parmesan or cheese of your choice Old cheddar is also good

  1. Cook the rice or quinoa as per package directions
  2. Grease a 9 inch pie plate and spread the hempseed evenly over the bottom of the plate
  3. Add the coconut oil to large frying pan on medium heat
  4. Add the onion, and garlic and sauté for approximately 2 minutes
  5. Add the zucchini, carrot, cauliflower and basil and sauté for a further 3 to 5 minutes
  6. Remove from the heat and stir in the rice or quinoa
  7. In a bowl mix together almond milk, eggs and ½ the cheese
  8. Add the cook ingredients to the prepared pie shell
  9. Pour in the milk and egg
  10. Sprinkle the last of the cheese on top
  11. Bake in a 350 °F oven for between 35 to 45 minutes until a knife inserted in the centre comes out clean
  12. We like to then place the pie under the broiler until the cheese turns brown.
  13. Rest the quiche for 10 minutes before eating.

This quiche can be made a day ahead and reheated without any loss of taste.

From our table to yours

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Tribute to Mother - Young Mother Poem

Young Mother

by~Robert William Service

Her baby was so full of glee,
And through the day
It laughed and babbled on her knee
In happy play.
It pulled her hair all out of curl
With noisy joy;
So peppy she was glad her girl
Was not a boy.

Then as she longed for it to sleep,
To her surprise
It just relaxed within her keep
With closing eyes.
And as it lay upon her breast
So still its breath,
So exquisite its utter rest
It looked like death.

It seemed like it had slipped away
To shadow land;
With tiny face like tinted clay
And waxen hand.
No ghost of sigh, no living look . . .
Then with an ache
Of panic fear and love she shook

Her babe awake.

Grandma Snyder
©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Tribute to Mother - Poem by Robert William Service

The Mother  
Robert William Service

Your children grow from you apart,
Afar and still afar;
and yet it should rejoice your heart
To see how glad they are;
In school and sport, in work and play,
And last, in wedded bliss
How others claim with job today
The lips you used to kiss
(picture of a wedding)

Your children distant will become,
And wide the gulf will grow;
The lips of loving will be dumb,
The trust you used to know
Will in another's heart repose,
Another's voice will cheer . . .
And you will fondle baby clothes
And brush away a tear.

But though you are estranged almost,
And often lost to view,
How you will see a little ghost
Who ran to cling to you!
Yet maybe children's children will
Caress you with a smile . . .
Grandmother love will bless you still,--

Well, just a little while.

Grandma Snyder
©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Monday, 4 May 2015

A Tribute To Mother

Mother o' Mine 

by Rudyard Kipling

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,

Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates

Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates
Words by Georg Weissel, 1642
Score by J. Baptiste Calkin 1872

Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates;
Behold the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near;
The Savior of the world is here!

O blest the land, the city blest,
Where Christ the Ruler is confessed!
O happy hearts and happy home,
To whom this King in triumph comes!

Fling wide the portals of your heart;
Make it a temple, set apart from earthly
Use for heaven’s employ,
Adorned with prayer and love and joy.

Redeemer, come! I open wide
My heart to thee; here Lord abide.
Let me thy inner presence feel;
Thy grace and love in me re-veal.

This hymns is within the public domain and to be directed the sheet music click here. Note: the word on the sheet music and those in the Hymnal the word were taken from are different.  You can choose which you prefer.

This hymn was found in Church and Sunday School Hymnal Supplement 1911, Mennonite Publishing House, Scottdale PA.  #415

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Going to seed

Four images of a palm going to seed. Grandma Snyder ©twosnydergirls