by Kris Pitcher
Without fail, I end up with work related travel right before a competition. This one is no exception. I'm off to DC for an amazing work opportunity, which takes me from the comforts of home (sans stove), the week before a show.
Thursday of this week I'll fly into Seattle where I'll do a local show over the weekend. We decided to stick a bikini on me and see what happens going in fully hydrated, fully fed, just for fun. Planning for travel can be easy if you know before you go.
Those of you who know me know I take what I need. I pre-cook, weigh, and freeze individual protein portions. Each day of travel is separated out into a gallon freezer bag, and everything goes in the deep freeze.
My meals for travel day are packed in "take along" plastic containers, unfrozen. All that frozen food keeps itself stable for a full day of travel. If I'm lucky enough to have a mini refrigerator at the hotel, great. If not, I can pack with ice for up to three days safely. Never had a problem.
It's always a bit like urban camping. I don't always get to select the hotel, or it's amenities. But you can do a lot with a coffee maker. If you can make hot water, you can prepare a lot of things, and you can even (sort of) defrost frozen chicken.
If you know me, you also know I don't really care if my food is slightly frozen. Better to have chicken-sicles than room-temperature warm food. It's just fuel. Prepare and take what you need. Everything I need for 3-4 days fits in a shoulder style cooler which fits easily under the seat in front of me on the plane.
My husband says I take more food than clothes on trips, and he's right. It's all about having what I need to have. If I'm lucky, I'll find some veggies along the way. A salad here or there, or a store to buy something. Ultimately, it doesn't matter as long as I've got my protein.
I'm off! A week of great work stuff in a great city, followed by a contest this weekend. Then we turn around and get ready to head off for the big one, the NPC USA's. Don't let travel throw you, just think of it as an opportunity to get creative. It's also great practice for when you'll travel to your next show!
Monday, July 15, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
Half A Mind
by Kris Pitcher
I have half a mind right now to tell the electrician installing an outlet...not to let me eat anything. He doesn't know about my diet, what's on my plan, or what I'm supposed to be eating.
Yet, at this very moment...he may be the only thing standing between me and my imaginary eating frenzy. It is imaginary. What, you ask is an electrician doing in my kitchen? Well, why wouldn't you rip out your stove three, maybe four weeks out from a competition?
Or just when you are about to begin your diet, as in my husband's case. Yet, there the old stove sits in the living room leaving a gaping hole in the kitchen. "Don't worry, honey, I'll bbq everything." he said as we began the project. We're closing in on two weeks now.
In all fairness, my oven quit working. So what do you do when it won't come up to temperature and it's lived a good 5 years past it's expected life span? You tear it out and begin a kitchen project. Diet or no diet.
And this is how I learned to bbq egg whites. In full disclosure, the bbq has a side burner...so the only real challenge is ensuring I have neighborhood appropriate attire on when I'm ready to go out there. It can be a challenge.
The truth is though, I don't have to tell the electrician to keep his eye on me and make sure I don't eat anything. I can do that myself. It's just my ravenous imagination that can get the best of me in these hard times, difficult times, times when I have half a mind.
This is when I remind myself, hard things are hard. This is not easy. It's been going on for a long time now. I'm not talking about the stove installation, I'm talking about my competition diet. So, hard things are hard, stove or no stove. I can cook what I need, and eat what I need. Without a watchful eye. This I know, even with just half a mind.
I have half a mind right now to tell the electrician installing an outlet...not to let me eat anything. He doesn't know about my diet, what's on my plan, or what I'm supposed to be eating.
Yet, at this very moment...he may be the only thing standing between me and my imaginary eating frenzy. It is imaginary. What, you ask is an electrician doing in my kitchen? Well, why wouldn't you rip out your stove three, maybe four weeks out from a competition?
Or just when you are about to begin your diet, as in my husband's case. Yet, there the old stove sits in the living room leaving a gaping hole in the kitchen. "Don't worry, honey, I'll bbq everything." he said as we began the project. We're closing in on two weeks now.
In all fairness, my oven quit working. So what do you do when it won't come up to temperature and it's lived a good 5 years past it's expected life span? You tear it out and begin a kitchen project. Diet or no diet.
And this is how I learned to bbq egg whites. In full disclosure, the bbq has a side burner...so the only real challenge is ensuring I have neighborhood appropriate attire on when I'm ready to go out there. It can be a challenge.
The truth is though, I don't have to tell the electrician to keep his eye on me and make sure I don't eat anything. I can do that myself. It's just my ravenous imagination that can get the best of me in these hard times, difficult times, times when I have half a mind.
This is when I remind myself, hard things are hard. This is not easy. It's been going on for a long time now. I'm not talking about the stove installation, I'm talking about my competition diet. So, hard things are hard, stove or no stove. I can cook what I need, and eat what I need. Without a watchful eye. This I know, even with just half a mind.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Hyper Focused
by Kris Pitcher
At under three weeks out to the NPC USA's...I'm hyper focused. My problem is, my brain was ready to be done June 15th after Jr's. Bridging these two contests has been a mental engineering feat fit for a thesis project.
I've stayed on plan. My eating, lifting and cardio have been on point. My objectivity however has gone out the window. If it were up to me, I'd tell you I'm softer, fatter and smaller. None of that can be true? Well, all of that can't be true? Self doubt.
This is where I am grateful to have a solid coach who has eyes I trust. It's where I'm grateful to enact the strength not to plunge up to my elbows in the peanut butter jar. It's when I thank my lucky stars to have accountability to myself, and to everyone out there watching. Both of you.
Tired. Uncertain. Hungry. Unable to concentrate. Did I mention tired? I told my husband I had been thinking about the number of weeks I'd been dieting, but was afraid to count them up. I'm ready to work on the things I know I need to improve. I'm ready for my off season.
I've never wanted to cheat so bad in my life. Yes, I'm "normal". I haven't. But, I've wanted to. More meat. A handful of nuts. Anything. I just want more. I crave meat and fats. I see the end in my sights and I know I just need to get through.
I'm at the point where I can't tell if I've made any additional progress. I can't determine if I'm holding on to what I have, if I'm slipping, or just...existing. The competitor's haze. It's hazy in my head. My eyes can't see. And I almost have to stop looking.
Do I look washed out? Am I holding water? And really, none of that matters today. None of it matters until Saturday the 27th when I'll take the stage with hundreds of other competitors. That will be the day it matters. Not today.
Today, all I have to do is get through each meal, drink my water, get through work, do my workout, complete my cardio...rest. All I have to do is focus on this moment. And if I'm hyper focused on this very moment, let it be.
It's the sum of all the moments which get you to the stage. The months, the weeks, the days, the moments. The sum. And in these small moments, I am reminded...I choose to compete at this level. Those reminders may come more rapidly in the next two weeks. I choose. I choose. And focused I will be. For that very reason my brain and my body are not done, we've got one more big one around the corner.
Find your focus. Remind yourself why you've chosen to do what you are doing. Trust your advisers. Get yourself to your goal by being hyper focused...even if it means you're in a haze.
At under three weeks out to the NPC USA's...I'm hyper focused. My problem is, my brain was ready to be done June 15th after Jr's. Bridging these two contests has been a mental engineering feat fit for a thesis project.
I've stayed on plan. My eating, lifting and cardio have been on point. My objectivity however has gone out the window. If it were up to me, I'd tell you I'm softer, fatter and smaller. None of that can be true? Well, all of that can't be true? Self doubt.
This is where I am grateful to have a solid coach who has eyes I trust. It's where I'm grateful to enact the strength not to plunge up to my elbows in the peanut butter jar. It's when I thank my lucky stars to have accountability to myself, and to everyone out there watching. Both of you.
Tired. Uncertain. Hungry. Unable to concentrate. Did I mention tired? I told my husband I had been thinking about the number of weeks I'd been dieting, but was afraid to count them up. I'm ready to work on the things I know I need to improve. I'm ready for my off season.
I've never wanted to cheat so bad in my life. Yes, I'm "normal". I haven't. But, I've wanted to. More meat. A handful of nuts. Anything. I just want more. I crave meat and fats. I see the end in my sights and I know I just need to get through.
I'm at the point where I can't tell if I've made any additional progress. I can't determine if I'm holding on to what I have, if I'm slipping, or just...existing. The competitor's haze. It's hazy in my head. My eyes can't see. And I almost have to stop looking.
Do I look washed out? Am I holding water? And really, none of that matters today. None of it matters until Saturday the 27th when I'll take the stage with hundreds of other competitors. That will be the day it matters. Not today.
Today, all I have to do is get through each meal, drink my water, get through work, do my workout, complete my cardio...rest. All I have to do is focus on this moment. And if I'm hyper focused on this very moment, let it be.
It's the sum of all the moments which get you to the stage. The months, the weeks, the days, the moments. The sum. And in these small moments, I am reminded...I choose to compete at this level. Those reminders may come more rapidly in the next two weeks. I choose. I choose. And focused I will be. For that very reason my brain and my body are not done, we've got one more big one around the corner.
Find your focus. Remind yourself why you've chosen to do what you are doing. Trust your advisers. Get yourself to your goal by being hyper focused...even if it means you're in a haze.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Hedging Holidays
by Kris Pitcher
Another big on is here! The holiday we love to celebrate all week long with parties and bbq's, camping trips and coolers full of refreshments. How can you stay on track when all this celebration is going on around you?
It's easy. Do what you're supposed to do. Eat what you are supposed to eat. Eat what is on your plan. That means being prepared and taking your food with you. Whether it's for the game, or the entire weekend away, pack what you need to stay on track.
Being on course doesn't happen by accident. It happens because you plan it, and you do it. It won't happen for you, and it won't happen if your head is in the sand. Get your game plan together and you can navigate the happiest of summer celebrations.
You need a drinking game. Game plan that is. Once you start drinking, you're in trouble. So, if you intend to stay on plan...make a plan not to indulge in adult beverages. Take things you can drink. The reality is, no one cares if you're drinking or not. If you don't make a big deal about it, they won't either.
Enjoy the company. Stay away from the buffet of food and enjoy the people at the party. If you hover at the chip station, you're going to be dipping. Be smart. Remember why you've all gathered, to be together.
Family can be stressful. Know what triggers your stress level. When you are stressed out, you eat/drink etc. Being aware of what is going to stress you out is part of the plan. If going to the party at aunt so-and-so's is going to push you over the edge, go for a short time with an exit plan.
Don't over commit. You don't have to go to seven parties in one weekend. Control your social calendar so you can fit your workouts, your sleep, your food prep etc. into your schedule. Keep your priorities in order.
Holidays can be an excuse for a drunken food-fest, or an invitation to enjoy family, friends, and the spirit of celebration. Get your holiday plan together ahead of time. Make it count for you not against you. Happy Independence Day!
Another big on is here! The holiday we love to celebrate all week long with parties and bbq's, camping trips and coolers full of refreshments. How can you stay on track when all this celebration is going on around you?
It's easy. Do what you're supposed to do. Eat what you are supposed to eat. Eat what is on your plan. That means being prepared and taking your food with you. Whether it's for the game, or the entire weekend away, pack what you need to stay on track.
Being on course doesn't happen by accident. It happens because you plan it, and you do it. It won't happen for you, and it won't happen if your head is in the sand. Get your game plan together and you can navigate the happiest of summer celebrations.
You need a drinking game. Game plan that is. Once you start drinking, you're in trouble. So, if you intend to stay on plan...make a plan not to indulge in adult beverages. Take things you can drink. The reality is, no one cares if you're drinking or not. If you don't make a big deal about it, they won't either.
Enjoy the company. Stay away from the buffet of food and enjoy the people at the party. If you hover at the chip station, you're going to be dipping. Be smart. Remember why you've all gathered, to be together.
Family can be stressful. Know what triggers your stress level. When you are stressed out, you eat/drink etc. Being aware of what is going to stress you out is part of the plan. If going to the party at aunt so-and-so's is going to push you over the edge, go for a short time with an exit plan.
Don't over commit. You don't have to go to seven parties in one weekend. Control your social calendar so you can fit your workouts, your sleep, your food prep etc. into your schedule. Keep your priorities in order.
Holidays can be an excuse for a drunken food-fest, or an invitation to enjoy family, friends, and the spirit of celebration. Get your holiday plan together ahead of time. Make it count for you not against you. Happy Independence Day!
Monday, July 1, 2013
Peanut Butter and Travel
by Kris Pitcher
In preparation for air travel, I had given him a 1 quart zipper bag for his liquid items. "My deodorant goes in here right?" he asks me. "No, your deodorant is a solid, it's not a liquid." I reply.
"But it's the same as peanut butter." he says. "And, they don't let you have peanut butter." Hmm? I wasn't quite sure where this was going. My brain wasn't making the leap between solid deodorant and peanut butter...which is more of a creamy (delicious) paste.
In his defense, I've done some tricky things through TSA security. Although, putting peanut butter on my under arms isn't one of them. There was the time I stuffed the fruit cakes at the bottom of his backpack. Hey? They're heavy. Boy, did that set off some crazy alarms. We found ourselves explaining the history of fruit cake. Really? You don't even know what it is?
There were the undeclared scuba weights. That was his idea. I'm pretty sure the scuba company would have weights for us once we arrived at our destination. But he carried lead weights through security and caused a near cavity search. His cavities.
Another trip uncovered the Lange skinfold calipers in his backpack. The agents held them up and we were afraid (to the tune of $400) they would drop them as they dangled them around discussing what they possibly might be. I joked and asked if they wanted their body fat measured. Never joke with TSA.
On our most recent trip he was pulled aside for additional screening. Profiled due to his beard. It's the price you pay for expressing your facial hair freedom. His deodorant made it through just fine.
What he wasn't aware of on the way home on that same trip was, I walked right through security with...peanut butter. Yes, that is right! I had packed a number of meals in the cooler for our travel day and in his two meals I packed chicken, rice and threw a giant dollop of peanut butter on the top.
I added this topping of nutty yumminess prior to throwing out the peanut butter jar in our hotel room. Packed the cooler, and quietly, discreetly, walked right through security. HA! There had to be 2 tablespoons, at least, on each one. Well over one ounce!
Now, I've traveled with food through security many, many, many times. It's different each time. It depends on the day, the time of day, the agent, the ambient air temperature and a number of other factors. This particular trip, I had no problem with my small frozen ice pack, or anything for that matter.
As you prep for travel with food, go by the rules...as I usually do. You'll ensure your deodorant, and your liquids make it through just fine. One ounce at a time. Skip the peanut butter.
In preparation for air travel, I had given him a 1 quart zipper bag for his liquid items. "My deodorant goes in here right?" he asks me. "No, your deodorant is a solid, it's not a liquid." I reply.
"But it's the same as peanut butter." he says. "And, they don't let you have peanut butter." Hmm? I wasn't quite sure where this was going. My brain wasn't making the leap between solid deodorant and peanut butter...which is more of a creamy (delicious) paste.
In his defense, I've done some tricky things through TSA security. Although, putting peanut butter on my under arms isn't one of them. There was the time I stuffed the fruit cakes at the bottom of his backpack. Hey? They're heavy. Boy, did that set off some crazy alarms. We found ourselves explaining the history of fruit cake. Really? You don't even know what it is?
There were the undeclared scuba weights. That was his idea. I'm pretty sure the scuba company would have weights for us once we arrived at our destination. But he carried lead weights through security and caused a near cavity search. His cavities.
Another trip uncovered the Lange skinfold calipers in his backpack. The agents held them up and we were afraid (to the tune of $400) they would drop them as they dangled them around discussing what they possibly might be. I joked and asked if they wanted their body fat measured. Never joke with TSA.
On our most recent trip he was pulled aside for additional screening. Profiled due to his beard. It's the price you pay for expressing your facial hair freedom. His deodorant made it through just fine.
What he wasn't aware of on the way home on that same trip was, I walked right through security with...peanut butter. Yes, that is right! I had packed a number of meals in the cooler for our travel day and in his two meals I packed chicken, rice and threw a giant dollop of peanut butter on the top.
I added this topping of nutty yumminess prior to throwing out the peanut butter jar in our hotel room. Packed the cooler, and quietly, discreetly, walked right through security. HA! There had to be 2 tablespoons, at least, on each one. Well over one ounce!
Now, I've traveled with food through security many, many, many times. It's different each time. It depends on the day, the time of day, the agent, the ambient air temperature and a number of other factors. This particular trip, I had no problem with my small frozen ice pack, or anything for that matter.
As you prep for travel with food, go by the rules...as I usually do. You'll ensure your deodorant, and your liquids make it through just fine. One ounce at a time. Skip the peanut butter.
Friday, June 28, 2013
I'm Like a Fifth Grader
by Kris Pitcher
Today's blog is about how I'm like a 5th grader. And I don't mean to imply I am smarter than a 5th grader. I'm certain I am not.
I'm not even sure what I was supposed to be learning in the fifth grade. Government? I was sick that day. Multiplication tables? Visiting the nurses office. Spelling bee? Performance induced headache.
I do have a bed time though. Adhered to strictly, it's a point of humor in our household. On Thursdays, which are the end of my work week, we joke that I can stay up as late as I want to...past 9:00 pm.
My bed time is 8:30 pm. I'm not happy without my sleep. Just like a 5th grader. I have homework. Mine happens to be cardio. I like to complete mine first thing in the morning. Do I get a gold star?
Not everything is important to me. Like cleaning. If things are tidy, I'm good. I just don't have time to be a good house wife. And even tidy goes by the wayside sometimes. There just aren't enough hours in the day for me. If you asked a 5th grader, cleaning wouldn't be on the top of their list either. They've got stuff to do.
I love a schedule! Meal time, and snack time, when to get up, when to go to bed, when to exercise...I like things to be predictable. Knowing what to expect helps us feel in control...we all like that. It's comforting.
I want what I want. Fortunately, I've designed a life which allows for that. By keeping things fairly simple, I can have what I want. Most of the time. Within reason.
Part of that is wanting what I have. That's simple. Part of that is not concerning myself with having what everyone else has. In the fifth grade (and I realize things have changed) I wasn't concerned, yet, with wearing the right clothes, the right brand, etc. Clueless.
It's nice to be clueless. Now, I wouldn't say I walk around a fashion disaster, but I take the fifth on this one...I don't care what is at the mall right now. I don't need it.
For me, wanting what I want means getting up on the weekends when I want to, focusing on my sport, leaving the clothes folded on the coffee table and getting dressed in the living room for half the week. Who cares?!
It means taking a nap if I need a nap, or daydreaming, or writing...or playing with make up. All the things a fifth grader would naturally do. Dig deep and find your inner kid. He or she is in there just waiting for you to not take yourself quite so seriously. You could even hit those monkey bars?
Today's blog is about how I'm like a 5th grader. And I don't mean to imply I am smarter than a 5th grader. I'm certain I am not.
I'm not even sure what I was supposed to be learning in the fifth grade. Government? I was sick that day. Multiplication tables? Visiting the nurses office. Spelling bee? Performance induced headache.
I do have a bed time though. Adhered to strictly, it's a point of humor in our household. On Thursdays, which are the end of my work week, we joke that I can stay up as late as I want to...past 9:00 pm.
My bed time is 8:30 pm. I'm not happy without my sleep. Just like a 5th grader. I have homework. Mine happens to be cardio. I like to complete mine first thing in the morning. Do I get a gold star?
Not everything is important to me. Like cleaning. If things are tidy, I'm good. I just don't have time to be a good house wife. And even tidy goes by the wayside sometimes. There just aren't enough hours in the day for me. If you asked a 5th grader, cleaning wouldn't be on the top of their list either. They've got stuff to do.
I love a schedule! Meal time, and snack time, when to get up, when to go to bed, when to exercise...I like things to be predictable. Knowing what to expect helps us feel in control...we all like that. It's comforting.
I want what I want. Fortunately, I've designed a life which allows for that. By keeping things fairly simple, I can have what I want. Most of the time. Within reason.
Part of that is wanting what I have. That's simple. Part of that is not concerning myself with having what everyone else has. In the fifth grade (and I realize things have changed) I wasn't concerned, yet, with wearing the right clothes, the right brand, etc. Clueless.
It's nice to be clueless. Now, I wouldn't say I walk around a fashion disaster, but I take the fifth on this one...I don't care what is at the mall right now. I don't need it.
For me, wanting what I want means getting up on the weekends when I want to, focusing on my sport, leaving the clothes folded on the coffee table and getting dressed in the living room for half the week. Who cares?!
It means taking a nap if I need a nap, or daydreaming, or writing...or playing with make up. All the things a fifth grader would naturally do. Dig deep and find your inner kid. He or she is in there just waiting for you to not take yourself quite so seriously. You could even hit those monkey bars?
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Gluten Free Waffles
by Kris Pitcher
I'm no Martha Stewart...but I made up this recipe and I've been really enjoying it. You should know I've been cheating. All prep, yes! Well, I like to consider it a re-feed really. The meal has a very specific purpose and this recipe not only fits the bill, it makes me dance.
You didn't know about the waffle dance? It happens on Saturday nights...provided there is a re-feed. The door is locked, the shades are drawn and the waffle iron is plugged in. It's time to train the muscles to take up the nutrients I'll load with in the days leading up to my contest.
Having taken gluten out of my diet this year (a personal choice), I manipulated this recipe to meet my specific needs. It's very adaptable and you can adjust the ingredients to meet your needs.
Gluten Free Waffles:
1 c white rice flour
1 c brown rice flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 c sweet potato (well cooked/mashed)
3 whole eggs
1 T coconut flavor
1 c (plus) water
Mix all ingredients and add water to desired consistency. I use coconut flavor because I ran out of vanilla and it happens to be really good. You can use any flavor you like. You can eliminate the egg yolk if you are interested in reducing the fat. You can also add natural apple sauce and cut some of the water, if you are allowed fruit. You can do the same thing with sour cream...yum. Manipulating it is all about what fits into your plan. Sometimes I throw in a scoop of protein powder, although this meal is not about protein, it's about carbs. Yummy, dancy, carby, carbs!
It will make about 6 waffles. You can also use the batter to make pancakes if you prefer those. You could use oat flour if you are re-feeding with oats...again, cooking is a science, but one you can alter.
For me, this meal is about increasing my fats and carbs. It is in the form of rice and sweet potato, which is the same fuel I'll load with leading up to my contest. I can prepare this batter, make pancakes, freeze and transport them with me. How smart am I?!
And here I am enjoying one of my last re-feeds leading up to Jr Nationals. Jacques insisted on taking a photo...even though I was VERY focused.
I put Smuckers "simply fruit" jam on them, along with a little bit of maple syrup, and Adams natural peanut butter. Hey, I'm not messing around! Moving forward on our way to the USA's there may be dry waffles...or no waffles at all.
I'm prepared for what ever I need to do in order to be ready to compete at the level I need to be at. But now you have my favorite recipe, and you can enjoy your gluten free waffles any way you like them! Cheers! Oh, and you can do the dance...or not, that IS optional.
I'm no Martha Stewart...but I made up this recipe and I've been really enjoying it. You should know I've been cheating. All prep, yes! Well, I like to consider it a re-feed really. The meal has a very specific purpose and this recipe not only fits the bill, it makes me dance.
You didn't know about the waffle dance? It happens on Saturday nights...provided there is a re-feed. The door is locked, the shades are drawn and the waffle iron is plugged in. It's time to train the muscles to take up the nutrients I'll load with in the days leading up to my contest.
Having taken gluten out of my diet this year (a personal choice), I manipulated this recipe to meet my specific needs. It's very adaptable and you can adjust the ingredients to meet your needs.
Gluten Free Waffles:
1 c white rice flour
1 c brown rice flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 c sweet potato (well cooked/mashed)
3 whole eggs
1 T coconut flavor
1 c (plus) water
Mix all ingredients and add water to desired consistency. I use coconut flavor because I ran out of vanilla and it happens to be really good. You can use any flavor you like. You can eliminate the egg yolk if you are interested in reducing the fat. You can also add natural apple sauce and cut some of the water, if you are allowed fruit. You can do the same thing with sour cream...yum. Manipulating it is all about what fits into your plan. Sometimes I throw in a scoop of protein powder, although this meal is not about protein, it's about carbs. Yummy, dancy, carby, carbs!
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| Last re-feed before Jr Nationals! |
For me, this meal is about increasing my fats and carbs. It is in the form of rice and sweet potato, which is the same fuel I'll load with leading up to my contest. I can prepare this batter, make pancakes, freeze and transport them with me. How smart am I?!
And here I am enjoying one of my last re-feeds leading up to Jr Nationals. Jacques insisted on taking a photo...even though I was VERY focused.
I put Smuckers "simply fruit" jam on them, along with a little bit of maple syrup, and Adams natural peanut butter. Hey, I'm not messing around! Moving forward on our way to the USA's there may be dry waffles...or no waffles at all.
I'm prepared for what ever I need to do in order to be ready to compete at the level I need to be at. But now you have my favorite recipe, and you can enjoy your gluten free waffles any way you like them! Cheers! Oh, and you can do the dance...or not, that IS optional.
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