I was never the type of girl to squeal and run in fear at the sight of a spider.
I can handle heights.
I’ve even chosen some nature of public speaking as my career.
So what does manage to give me the heebie-jeebies?
As a child, I was downright terrified of the scene in “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” when Violet Beauregarde swells into a human-blueberry.
Somehow, this translated into an extreme dislike for the actual fruit. While my fear of flying monkeys faded with time, I held onto my irrational aversion to blueberries.
It wasn’t until I was faced with a dilemma of “blueberry-pancakes or bust,” that I was finally forced to face my phobia.
One bite in and I was sold.
Why had I deprived myself of such a delicious treat for all of my life?
Since that time, I’ve made every attempt to make up for lost time. A few days ago it was blueberry cinnamon rolls. This morning it was…
Blueberry Oatmeal Bread
- 1 C oats
- 1 C unsweetened vanilla almond milk (could use skim milk)
- 1 flax egg
- 1/4 C unsweetened applesauce
- 1 t vanilla extract
- 1/2 C all-purpose flour
- 1/2 C whole-wheat flour
- 1/8 C sugar
- 1/2 C blueberries (frozen, fresh or even dried)
- 2 t baking powder
- 1/2 t salt
- Combine oats and milk in large mixing bowl. Allow to soak for 10 minutes.
- After 10 minutes, add the flax egg, applesauce and vanilla. Mix until combined.
- In another bowl, combine flours, sugar, blueberries, baking powder and salt.
- Add half of the flour mixture to the wet mixture and mix. Then add the second half of flour mixture and mix until combined, but do not over-stir.
- Bake in greased loaf pan in a 425 degree oven for 25 minutes, or until skewer comes out clean.
I actually threw this bread together while getting ready for school this morning. By the time I was groomed, clothed and caffeinated, the bread was ready for consumption.
Best of all, unlike some other breakfast pastries, this didn’t leave me in a sugar-coma all day. (I should mention that, although it’s delicious, this isn’t really a sweet-bread. I added an extra smear of PB and jelly to kick it up a bit. I also had a big ol’ green monster for breakfast.)
In other news, I have this fun little habit of getting hit with allergies at the exact same time (to the date) every year.
And that time is… Now.
Rather than suffer it out, I killed two birds with one stone by visiting the doctor for my already-needed blood work.
I’ve been around the allergy-block a few times, so I wasn’t too surprised by the doctor’s advice to take some antihistamines.
The icing on the cake was getting a needle stuck in my arm. Wohoo!
At least I got a cute little Jayhawk drawn on my band-aid.
Later in the night, I got a call back from the doctor, who said that my preliminary blood work indicates that my iron is very low.
This wasn’t particularly surprising.
As a vegetarian, I make a very intentional effort to get adequate iron in my diet. Also, thanks to heredity, I am predisposed to anemia. This means that I have to be extra diligent about my iron.
Generally, I can tell that my iron levels are slipping if I feel unusually tired, have low energy or have strong urges to chew on ice.
In time, I’ve learned that it helps to eat fortified cereals, dark greens, beans and a lot of veggies.
However, my doctor suggested that I start taking an iron supplement to ensure my levels remain balanced.
Whew, wasn’t that just thrilling? At least I started with the blueberry bread…
Questions: What were you afraid of as child? Did you grow out of this fear?