Energizing Apple Peel Powder

applepicThis past weekend I made the most delicious Dutch Apple Pie. As always though, I felt terrible for the waste – all those apple peels and cores. I decided to come up with a way to use them rather than throw them in the trash (especially since most the nutrition is in the peel). With a little research, I found the PERFECT way to save the peels and create a vitamin packed homemade Energizing Apple Peel Powder (There’s a site that sells this stuff and let me just say, “It isn’t cheap!!”)

Look at ALL those peels!

I found that apple peels contain natural sources of Vitamins A and C, and minerals – Calcium, Phosphorus, Folate, and Iron. They also contain a high level of antioxidants to help protect our cells from free radical damage. *

According to the National Institute of Health, consumption of apple peel powder increases joint function and range of motion in those who were found to have chronic pain.*

In addition, a study done at the University of Iowa showed that a natural substance in apple peels (ursolic acid) was found to reduce obesity in mice. They said further studies were needed to see if apple peels would reduce obesity in humans, but I would be willing to give them a chance to lose a few pounds – how about you?

Ok, if I were at home in Vegas I would just use the summer sun to dry my peels, but I’m way up in Canada right now without my dehydrator. I still decided to make it work by setting my oven on its lowest setting (170F) and heating the peels until they were dry (it took about 3 hours).


Not the best photo – Sorry! But I wanted to show you how much they will shrink.


And even though they shrink significantly, 8 apples still yielded over 3 cups dried apple peels.

There was probably closer to 4 cups of dried peels, but they were so sweet and crispy that I ate some of them right off the tray!

I added the dried peels to my Vitamix blender and crushed them until they turned into a powder (about 2 minutes). It yielded 3/4 cup powder. That doesn’t seem like a lot, but notice the recipes below. Each one calls for a tablespoon or less. This energizing apple peel powder goes a long way!


Check out ALL the ways you can use this amazing creation!

Apple Pie Smoothie: One banana, 1/2 cup almond milk, 1/2 cup ice, 1 tablespoon raw honey, 1 tablespoon apple peel powder, 1 teaspoon cinnamon. Blend in high powered blender for 1 minute.

Apple Walnut Oatmeal: One serving of your favorite oatmeal (mine is steal cut oats cooked with nut milk), 2 tablespoons chopped walnuts, 1 tablespoon raw honey, 1 teaspoon apple peel powder.

Apple Granola Yogurt: One serving of your favorite yogurt (mine is vanilla Greek), 2 tablespoons of your favorite granola (I like a hemp and nut granola), 1 teaspoon dried raisins, 1 teaspoon apple peel powder. Mix all the ingredients and let sit in the refrigerator for 10 minutes before eating.

Apple & Sweet Pepper Marinade: One cup of your favorite smoky barbeque sauce, 1/2 cup (each) chopped red pepper and red onion sautéed in olive oil until soft, 1 tablespoon apple peel powder, 1 tablespoon brown sugar, dash cayenne pepper. Blend all the ingredients and marinate/baste your favorite piece of meat.

Apple Vanilla Frozen Yogurt Pops: Blend a 500gram container of vanilla yogurt with a dash of cinnamon and 1 tablespoon of apple peel powder. Add to your frozen pop mold and freeze.

Apple Granola: 2 cups (oats, uncooked quinoa, popped amaranth or other grain of your choice), 1 cup of your favorite nuts, 3/4 cup raisins, 1 tablespoon apple peel powder, 2 teaspoons cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg, 1/2 teaspoon ground clove, 1/8 teaspoon salt, 1/3 cup melted coconut oil, 1 teaspoon vanilla, 1/4 cup maple syrup, 1/4 cup brown sugar. Blend dry ingredients in one bowl and wet ingredients in another. Blend both bowls together. Add mixture to a cookie sheet covered with parchment paper. Bake at 325F for 10 minutes.

Basically, apple peel powder can be added to any smoothie, hot or cold cereal, granola recipe, ice cream recipe, marinade or even dry meat rub!! I’ve also added it to a Harvest Cheddar Soup and Butternut Squash Soup.

Apple Peel Powder is packed full of nutrients, saves on food waste, taste incredibly sweet with a hint of tart, and a little goes a long way.

Please comment below and share how you’ve been creative in the kitchen and saved food from being tossed.

Thanks for stopping by, Rene’





Chasing The Wind

Ecclesiastes 1:14 I have seen all the works that are under the sun, and behold, all is vanity, a chasing of the wind.

My car was a brand new Honda Accord Coupe and it was the first new car I had ever owned. I had struggled for years to pay off bad debts and increase my credit score. I guess you could say my car was the trophy for all my efforts.

After my car was a few months old, I found myself in a financial bind with the new car payment, rent and raising two children on a single income. Turns out my trophy was more of a bad decision, a burden on my already tight finances.

The days were becoming stressful, yet I was reading more scripture and trying to rely on God’s faithfulness. The more difficult life became, the more I delve into my bible, trying to find words from God that would give me hope and strength.

That’s when the book of Ecclesiastes came to my heart. The story of a king who had everything he could ever want (money, women, power and every pleasure known to man), yet he had an unexplainable void in his life.

In Ecclesiastes 2:17-18 the king says, “So I hated life because what is done under the son was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a striving after the wind and feeding on it….”

Two days after I read this book, I left my evening shift at work to find someone had slammed into my brand new car and drove away. They didn’t leave a note, just a huge dent on the side of my car.

I filed a police report and went home sobbing. My prayers to God that evening were prayers of frustration and anger.

“Why God? After all the trouble I went through to pay off my debts and buy something nice for myself – how could you let this happen?”

The next day I called the insurance company to report the hit-and-run. They sent out a claims advisor to do an appraisal on the repair. When all the paperwork was done, he said that the amount insurance would pay me was $1300. The damage to my vehicle was $1800 but I had a $500 deductible!

Again, I called out to God, “WHY??”

I couldn’t even afford to pay my rent, how was I going to come up with the money to get my car fixed.

With a subtle voice, God reminded me of the book of Ecclesiastes – a king searching for fulfillment in worldly things and never being satisfied. Then he showed me how I had allowed my car to become more important to me that it should have been – my image, my material things.

Three days later, I received the $1300 check from insurance. It was then that I realized God had turned a bad situation into a blessing in my life. When I didn’t have enough money to pay my bills, he provided. With the check, I was able to pay my rent, pay my utilities AND buy groceries for my children!!

God doesn’t answer prayers the way we always want Him too, but he DOES answer prayers! When I received that check, I thought about the king again. How he chased after all those material things and was never satisfied. I became satisfied in God’s amazing wisdom and plan for my life.

The hit-and-run was over seven years ago. Since then, I’ve had plenty of financial opportunity to get the dent fixed, but chose not to. Every time I walk towards my car and see the dent, I am reminded of how faithful God is, how he took care of me when I couldn’t do it myself, how he turned a bad situation into a blessing.

What are some interesting and surprising ways God has worked in your life? Please comment below, I would love to hear some of your stories.

Thanks for stopping by, Rene’

Hugs From Heaven

When I started writing this post, I searched my computer for those spectacular moments in photos, that perfect father/daughter memory that I could share with you. To my broken hearted surprise, I didn’t have a single photo on my computer of the both of us (and I am traveling abroad so all my hard copy photos are 4,000 miles away). A few tears streamed down my face, regret, then feeling like I was a terrible daughter..

Isn’t it funny how guilt sneaks up on us like that?

I was already feeling emotional from my earlier visit to Walmart, passing the Father’s Day card section and the solemn reminder that my dad is no longer with us. It’s been ten years but it still feels like yesterday that he left this earth. I miss him so much!

In a desperate attempt to find some photos, I reached out to my sister-in-law who lives in Dad’s old house (hoping she could find something – anything!). She didn’t find anything with me, but she did find some photo that made me smile – and cry again 🙂

So instead of starting this story out with words, I want to share a little about my dad through photos…..


My dad – the daredevil… and his quirky sense of humor. If I close my eyes I can still hear his laugh and his slow southern drawl.


My dad, the gangsta HAHAHA, Hangin’ with the cool kids  😉


My dad – the devoted son (LOOK how cute Memaw Freeman is!!)


My dad, the chef….. Oh the many memories this photo brings… The funny fisherman’s hat! Everyone who knew my dad, knew that hat.. The iron skillet (I remember him teaching me how to “season” iron and to this day, my favorite thing to cook with is iron). That spot where he is standing – oh all the pots of stew we cooked.


My dad the farmer. From a the tiny town of Waynesboro to the city …. didn’t matter where he lived, he had a garden. From dad, I inherited a love for growing fresh veggies and sharing them with the people I love!.


And my favorite photo of all!! My dad Pawpaw….My son looking at him with the same admiration that I have for him. The memory of sitting in front of the fireplace building a giant fire. Those were the BEST moment!

Daddy, I miss you.

I think I would give my left arm to hear your laugh one more time, to tell you I love you one more time.

So many things remind me of you – random little things.

When I see a crow. I remember the time you brought home a box of baby crows because you had just chopped down a tree and their mama flew away. They were so little and cute. When ever a crow crosses my path it takes me back to that day, that cardboard box full of baby birds. I always stop and think how excited we were when you got home.


When I went for a walk to clear the tears and refresh my thoughts, this crow came across my path. And as the wind blew against my skin, I felt as though you were sending me hugs from heaven.

When I see wild rabbits running through the neighborhood, I remember the day you brought home that cute bunny we named “Cinnamon”. You said the pet store was going to feed her to a snake and you were saving her. How many bunnies did you end up bringing home that summer? …….  So many that we had to donate them to the Knott’s Berry Farm Zoo.

When I look at my neighbor’s fruit trees I think of all the trees you had. The lemon tree, olive tree, and apple tree. I still eat raw lemons (but they are never as sweet as the ones you grew) and I still love apple butter that mom used to make from the bags and bags of apples you would harvested.

When I see a pruned tree that looks like a tiny little stump sticking out of the ground, I chuckle and think of you. I always wondered why you cut SO much off the trees but they always grew back so beautiful.

I imagine heaven has rows and rows of beautifully groomed trees, overflowing gardens of fresh fruits and vegetables, hundreds of bunnies bouncing around on open grassy fields. You’re one of the angels keeping heaven beautiful.

Daddy, you took up a space in my heart that no one could ever fill. It has your memories, your laughter, your smile. It’s the place where I can go and be a little girl again, feeling safe, feeling loved, feeling like God gave me the most special man in the world.

I imagine the day we will get to meet again in heaven and how I will HUG you so tight.

I miss you ❤


My Daddy

Thank you Kayla!! For the terrific memories and photos you shared with me!!

My Mother’s Footprint

Today I started a Tribute to my dad (who is now passed) for Father’s Day. I thought about his voice, his laugh and how much I would give to hear him just ONE more time.  To look into his eyes while I told him how much I loved him. Then it dawned on me ………. How many people do I have in my life right now, alive and ready to hear those beautiful words?

It brought tears to my eyes as I imagined my mother and all the words I would say in her tribute. Words I wasn’t sure I had ever spoken to her.

With that, I decided to do something unconventional for this week and do a Mother’s Tribute.

For My Mother Cecelia


I think back to what life must have been like for you, a young-single-pregnant woman in the 60’s. Pressure from society, judgment from random people (how the world is so different today)…… How you were going to give me up for adoption, to a family that would be “Whole” with a mother and a father, to a family that might have more stability, to a family that could give me a better life.

Oh the pressure you must have been under!

Feeling life grow inside you, those little baby kicks, the heartbeat. Falling in love with this tiny person you’ve never met. The dread of saying good-bye, then spending a life time wondering “what ever happened to my baby”.

How brave you were to take a stand and follow your heart – to keep me. Knowing people would judge and criticize you. Knowing that life would sometimes be a struggle.

You made the right choice Mom……..

We struggled for many things (sometimes it was for food and sometimes a place to live) and I know there were probably hundreds of times when you felt you made the wrong choice in keeping me. The guilt of taking me from the life I “could” have lived.

But God had a plan!!

I want you to know that I wouldn’t change ANY of my life with you. When I think about the struggles we faced during my childhood, I think about how resilient I am today, how strong I am, how compassionate I am. Every moment we shared together left a mark on my heart, my soul, my life. Today, I am the woman God created me to be, because you made a choice.

When I look at childhood photos, I look at all the cute dresses you stitched with your loving hand because we couldn’t afford to buy new stuff. You taught me that people can be givers even when there is nothing to give (because you can always give your time, yourself, your love).


I LOVED this dress – And my hair!!!

When I think of my most favorite memories, I remember all the times we got to go to Disneyland because you were on a square dance team. !! How many kids wouldn’t love to go there JUST once! I remember one time when I was doing my homework and you came in, “wanna go to Disneyland today?” !! Such amazing times…

When I smell a home filled with the aroma of homemade bread, I think of the endless loaves you made, and I wonder how come my bread never smells as good. When I eat bread & butter pickles or apple butter, I remember all the canning you used to do when dad brought home bags and bags of fresh food. You made the BEST apple butter!!!

Because of you, I love spending time in the kitchen, being creative and using up all the left overs in my frig. I have made some of the most awesome casseroles (out of the most random things)!

Because we struggled with money, I am thrifty and creative. My friends tell me how impressed they are at my ability to turn nothing into something. I recycle and up-cycle. I don’t let anything go to waste. My footprint on this beautiful earth is minimal. You taught me that!

Because I saw you cry when I was a little girl, I have compassion. I want to fix people, love people, help people. My life’s work caring for seniors was born out of experiences from my childhood. In 20 years of loving seniors, can you imagine how many lives I’ve touched? God put me through the struggles with you so that He could create in me a heart to serve.

Because we moved around a lot, I am resilient. I can go anywhere in this world and find my place, find a church, find a way to make it feel like home. No matter where I am in life, that is where I am supposed to be. I don’t dwell on where I “used to be” or where I “think I should be”. I am content where ever God places me.

So ………. if ever you feel guilt for anything you’ve done as a parent, please remember this. I LOVE the person God has created in me and I wouldn’t be “me” if I had not been with YOU.

Remember when “Guy” moved in next door to us in Oregon. My sister came home and told us that GOD had moved in next door!!! You were like a mama bear, running over there “HOW dare you tell my children you are God?!!!!” You protected your babies 🙂

Remember that time when I was a teen and I slapped you because I was so angry, or that time when I ran away from home for a week and you didn’t know where I was? How about the time I smoked pot for the first time or told you that I hated you?

My heart breaks for those moments, those stupid, stupid moments!!!

I fear when you are no longer on this earth, those memories will come and haunt me. They will play in my head over and over and I will regret not telling you how sorry I was for hurting you. I will think about all the things I wish I would have ever said to you.

“You taught me how to have strength – not by your words, but by your actions. Thank you.”

“You taught me to love life, animals, people ……. not money or things or having the best material stuff. Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you Mom, you didn’t deserve the way I treated you sometimes.”

“I love you Mom, you are the BEST mom I could have ever had.”

“I love your smile (it’s just like mine).”

“I think you are beautiful inside and out. When people tell me I look just like my mom, I feel pretty.”

“I don’t know how I will ever live without you.”

“I need you, your support, your encouragement, your words of wisdom, your ear when I just need to vent, your unconditional love.”

“I love you forever Mom!”

Those are the things I will wish I would have spoken to her – those are the things I need to say now! While I still have a chance, while she still has breath, while I can still call her on the phone and listen to her voice (her lovely voice).


My beautiful Mother

Who are the people in your life that need to hear how much you love them, how much you appreciate their presence in your life?

Mothers photo

Thanks for stopping by! Leave a comment below and tell me about someone who YOU love and why. Rene’

God’s Sense of Humor

When I first became a Christian, someone told me to be careful what I pray for because for everything I wanted God to show  me, the enemy would be there to make it more challenging.

For example, if I pray to God for patience, the only way I will grow in that area is if I’m subjected to things that would normally cause me to be impatient. If I pray to be a lover of all people, I will be surrounded by unlovely people. We can’t be strengthened in an area where there are no challenges, right?

Well, this leads me to a rather embarrassing story about something I’ve prayed for. As I lay my life open here on the internet, I pray that you will see beyond the humor of what I am about to share and notice how God speaks.

If you’ve followed my earlier posts, you will notice a common thread. I’ve called all Christians to stop being judgmental or critical, and to start sharing random acts of kindness to a hurting world. I’ve prayed that I too, be less judgmental, because (let’s face it…) we all judge to some extent.

The more I pray to be loving and accepting of others, the more I am being challenged in this area.

A few weeks ago, at a Sunday church service I was sitting in front of a guy who was singing louder than me. His tone was WAY off and (despite the fact that my tone is ALSO way off), I thought, “geeez, does this guy HAVE to sing so loud?”

Stupid, right??

After about two songs, he coughed in my direction and the wind from his cough blew through my hair. I thought, “this is IT”. I grabbed my bag and moved to a different seat so that I could “enjoy” the service.

During the service, the Pastor made a request for the following weeks service. The church was having a Gospel Music celebration and he wanted to put together a choir to perform some gospel songs. I got excited and figured this would be a perfect opportunity for me to sing loudly and blend in with all the other singers. At the end of service, I met with the music director and volunteered.

Later in the week, he sent me a song list and some links to videos, “practice these songs ……… oh and this will be a mini-choir since we didn’t get many volunteers”.

I went to my husband and told him I couldn’t do it. He said, “so you’re gonna be a quitter?” He was challenging my integrity!!! Of course I won’t be a quitter. I will do this! I prayed all week, studied the songs, and felt confident. I was even proud of myself because I thought, “the enemy tried to make me quit but I am stronger than that!!” In a sense, I was laughing at the enemy because I figured I beat him at his own game.

Unknown to me, that was not God’s intentions for the lack of other singers. There was a completely different lesson to be learned.

When I got to church early for our practice, the music director came to me and gave me a microphone.

“What do I need this for, there are other people singing right?”

“Well, not really, you’re the only one who volunteered. So we have you and the 3 women who usually sing.”

So now I’m thinking I REALLY cant do this, but my husband’s words echoed in my head and I didn’t want to be a quitter. I asked the music director if he could just shut the sound off on my mic. He laughed and said NO!

There we were “the mini choir” with our own microphones, practicing the song list. I’m terrified that someone will actually hear my off-tune voice and think “how embarrassing”. At that moment, a gentleman walked up to our group and said, “wow, you ladies sound so lovely. Great job”.

THAT is when it hit me…..the lesson God intended I learn from this experience.

The man who walked up and told us how fabulous we sounded was the man who was sitting behind me in church the previous week!! He didn’t hear my out-of-tune voice, he heard songs of praise and worship. He heard past my actual voice and heard a joyful sound.

If you haven’t noticed from my past stories, God doesn’t whisper in my ear because I’m a bit stubborn and don’t hear it. He puts me in situations where I am practically hit over the head with what He wants me to hear.

God says, “you want to judge your fellow Christians, well lets put you up on a stage with a microphone so the WHOLE church can hear you sing”.

As I stood on the platform, I prayed. I repented. “Oh God, I am so sorry for judging that man, one of your children. Who am I that I would judge someone else for something I can’t even do myself.”

After the service, I had a laugh with God because He made such a strong point. He wanted me to stop judging others but the only way I was going to hear Him was to be put into a situation where I thought people would be judging me.

Isn’t God amazing and beautiful. He has a sense of humor and He loves us SO much.

The point of this story is this: Don’t judge others. Humble ourselves to hear correction from God. We each have our God given strengths and our weaknesses and none of us is perfect. But we are all Children of God.

I hope sharing this story will help convince you to accept others (faults and all) …………. and if it hasn’t, I pray that you too, end up on a stage with a microphone in your hand (all your faults on display for the world to see)… Hahaha, really just kidding (and trying to make a point)

How does God get His point across to you when He needs you to hear?

Much love and blessings to all of you! Thank you so much for stopping by, Rene’

judging others

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