<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:03:35.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Reinekingdom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-4073629190668277172</id><published>2012-01-05T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:21:58.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Cook with and Learn to Love a New Vegetable</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fA5vzasCrT4/TwYfGu9i_QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VDE-YrQylLg/s1600/DSCF0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fA5vzasCrT4/TwYfGu9i_QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VDE-YrQylLg/s200/DSCF0025.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutting up the Squash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ As a child, I had an intense hatred of all things "SQUASH".&amp;nbsp; My mom would make Acorn Squash and I would sit at the table gagging it down.&amp;nbsp; So, as a 40 yr old, I still consider myself a hater of squash.&amp;nbsp; However, I've had butternut squash bisque and liked it.&amp;nbsp; Hmm... maybe all squashes are not created equally.&amp;nbsp; Then, I bravely tried acorn squash with maple syrup mixed in.&amp;nbsp; SHOCKING!&amp;nbsp; I actually liked it and had seconds.&amp;nbsp; As part of my goals for 2012, I decided it was time to be a big girl and try some new vegetables and incorporate them into my diet.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm starting with Butternut Squash.&amp;nbsp; I found a recipe in the Jan/Feb issue of Cooking Light magazine and decided to give it a whirl.&amp;nbsp; I went shopping for the squash and couldn't find them.&amp;nbsp; Finally, I reached the squash&amp;nbsp;department.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, they come with stickers for people like me who have never purchased such vegetable, and therefore have no idea what they look like.&amp;nbsp; I made the recipe, Moroccan Chicken and Butternut Squash soup (recipe posted on my food blog: The Swedish Chef and Friends), and I must say... it's delicious.&amp;nbsp; Next&amp;nbsp;on my journey with my new friend Butternut Squash... mac &amp;amp; cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqnXqD5BRMo/TwYiAW64GfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e4xvqNQPu4c/s1600/moroccan-chicken-butternut-soup-ck-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqnXqD5BRMo/TwYiAW64GfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/e4xvqNQPu4c/s1600/moroccan-chicken-butternut-soup-ck-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished product (lovely photo courtesy of Cooking Light)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-4073629190668277172?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4073629190668277172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-cook-with-and-learn-to-love-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/4073629190668277172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/4073629190668277172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-cook-with-and-learn-to-love-new.html' title='4. Cook with and Learn to Love a New Vegetable'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fA5vzasCrT4/TwYfGu9i_QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VDE-YrQylLg/s72-c/DSCF0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-1538237582081607147</id><published>2012-01-05T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:55:03.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on 2012</title><content type='html'>I'm a list maker.&amp;nbsp; Something about writing it down, and more importantly, crossing it off the list makes me feel like I've really accomplished something.&amp;nbsp; I was inspired to not just create a resolution for 2012, but to make a list&amp;nbsp;of things&amp;nbsp;to do from&amp;nbsp;a book I just read.&amp;nbsp; I finished &lt;u&gt;The Next Thing on My List&lt;/u&gt; by Jill Smolenski on New Year's Eve.&amp;nbsp; It's about a woman who was in a car accident and her passenger was killed.&amp;nbsp; The passenger had created a list of things she wanted to accomplish before she turned 25.&amp;nbsp; The driver felt like she should finish it to honor her memory.&amp;nbsp; Thus, my list of things to accomplish in 2012 was born.&amp;nbsp; I tried not to make my goals too lofty so that I can actually cross them off the list.&amp;nbsp; Today I tried 4.)&amp;nbsp;Cook with and learn to love a new vegetable.&amp;nbsp; After I try the soup I made, I'll report back on my success.&amp;nbsp; I found a friend to walk&amp;nbsp;a 5K with me in May and I'm 5/5 on praying every day and reading &lt;u&gt;Jesus Calling&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Here's to crossing everything off the list by December 31, 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-1538237582081607147?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/1538237582081607147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2012/01/bring-on-2012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/1538237582081607147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/1538237582081607147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2012/01/bring-on-2012.html' title='Bring on 2012'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-8392596300035672990</id><published>2011-06-15T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:17:47.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Bucket List 2011 #1 - check</title><content type='html'>This year, I made a bucket list.&amp;nbsp; Basically, it's stuff I want to do this summer so I don't get to Labor Day and think, "I wish we had...".&amp;nbsp; List item #1 was to watch our friend Rob &amp;amp; the guys from our church play softball.&amp;nbsp; Rob and his family vacation "way up north" with us in the UP every year and Rob is always sporting his latest team championship t-shirt.&amp;nbsp; The joke is that Rob ONLY packs shirts that say "Softball Team Champs" 2008, 2009, 2010... etc.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to see him win the 2011 t-shirt in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided (as part of my rigorous exercise regime) that I would bike the more-or-less 2 miles&amp;nbsp;to the park with my daughter in the bike seat while my hubby &amp;amp; son met us there via the Ford Freestyle.&amp;nbsp; The game started at 8&amp;nbsp;and we were pushing the bedtime meltdown time, but willing to tempt tantrum fate. I started putting Lena in the bike seat, but only to her protests:&amp;nbsp; "No, mommy.&amp;nbsp; I no ride on yo bike.&amp;nbsp; I ride with daddy".&amp;nbsp; Then Sam, my newly empowered biking-without-training wheels 6 yr old say, "I'll ride with you!!".&amp;nbsp; I love my kids, but I know what to expect from this kind of proclamation... "I'm tired".&amp;nbsp; "This hill is too big".&amp;nbsp; "Can we go home?".&amp;nbsp; "I can't do this".&amp;nbsp; So, with a sigh and a bit of dread, I said in my super-encouraging mom voice, "OK, bud... let's go!!" while giving my husband a look and grabbing my cell phone just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joy it was to ride with Sam as he biked over and across the hills of Ada.&amp;nbsp; He didn't complain, he trucked along and did just great.&amp;nbsp; I try to remind myself that a) summer is fleeting and b) my childrens' childhood is even faster fleeting so... c) savor the moment.&amp;nbsp; I took a deep breath and smelled the summer air and really seered the memory of bike riding on a beautiful, not too hot summer evening with my best boy.&amp;nbsp; It was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was fun, even though the TECC boys lost on a "mercy score" of being 10 points under the other team.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful evening with a full moon coming on and a special time with my little family of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam biked back home without complaints and got to pet a lost baby raccoon as a fellow biker (the serious type that wears bike shorts) tried to get the little fella back into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucket list item 1 - done. check. Plus I got some really special time with the boy I love the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-8392596300035672990?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8392596300035672990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-bucket-list-2011-1-check.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/8392596300035672990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/8392596300035672990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-bucket-list-2011-1-check.html' title='Summer Bucket List 2011 #1 - check'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-5806155133302133571</id><published>2011-06-04T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:39:43.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011, here we come</title><content type='html'>The summer of 1992 was the best summer of my life.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;signed up to be a camp counselor in Scotts Valley, CA (near Santa Cruz).&amp;nbsp; I hopped on a plane and took off for quite the adventure.&amp;nbsp; I met some amazing people, served God and led a few kids to accept Jesus.&amp;nbsp; The reason that summer was so great (besides not having a mortgage) was that we spent the summer PLAYING!&amp;nbsp; We sang silly songs, went swimming, rode horses, went to the beach every weekend, made s'mores, slept in sleeping bags outisde on a big field and created the world's largest slip and slide.&amp;nbsp; I can't truly recreate that feeling of freedom, but I can do my best to recreate the magic for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, I've created a summer bucket list of things to do.&amp;nbsp; I used to tease my mom for doing the same, but you know we all evenutally become our mothers. Stay tuned for photos &amp;amp; updates as we attempt to fully embrace summer in Michigan and all its splendor.&amp;nbsp; We spend the other 9 months inside with colds &amp;amp; flaky skin, so you better believe in June, July &amp;amp; August we CARPE DIEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the agenda is to set up our slip &amp;amp; slide.&amp;nbsp; It may not be the world's largest (it came from a box from Target), but my kids will love it just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, we're glad you're here.&amp;nbsp; Welcome to Michigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-5806155133302133571?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5806155133302133571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-2011-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/5806155133302133571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/5806155133302133571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-2011-here-we-come.html' title='Summer 2011, here we come'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-4159502888884598376</id><published>2010-07-16T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:26:41.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Michigan how I love you.  Let me count the ways.</title><content type='html'>Today, I spent the day at Lake Michigan with my kids.  Seeing my son Sam jump in the waves and let the water crash over him filled my heart with joy.  He loves my lake as much as me.  I grew up a bike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ride&lt;/span&gt; distance from the most beautiful beaches in the world, as far as I'm concerned.  I grew up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Muskegon&lt;/span&gt;, Michigan, on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan, not realizing how lucky I was to have such a beautiful place to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summers during my childhood were filled with weekly (or more) visits to the beach.  We sometimes ate breakfast there.  Other times, we had bonfires at night.  But mostly, we spent the day there, jumping in the waves until we could barely stand up.  I knew how strong and dangerous (but fun) the undertow could be.  I remember how hot that sand could be on my tender feet.  I knew my mom would always remind us to "brush off the sand before getting back in the car".  I'm the 3rd generation to spend my summers at Lake Michigan.  My grandpa was a lifeguard in the 30's and met my grandma there when they were teenagers.  My mom &amp;amp; aunts love recalling stories about summers at the Lake and my parents were engaged there.  It's as much of my family history as eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lutefisk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;potatiskorv&lt;/span&gt; at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving away from the "big lake" as an adult, I realized how much it was in my blood.  I like living in Grand Rapids, but we're land locked here.  When I'm driving to the beach and see the first glimpse of the vast blue water and the swaying beach grass, I think, "I'm home". I feel a certain unexplainable peace.  There's just something about the sounds - the crashing waves, the sound of the seagulls, the roar of a jet ski's motor and the sound of children laughing that makes me want to bottle it up to take out in January when we're waist high in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me such joy to see my children share this love for a big lake.  I know it will never leave them.  If they grow up and move away, they'll always have wonderful memories of jumping over the waves and building sand castles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-4159502888884598376?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4159502888884598376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-michigan-how-i-love-you-let-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/4159502888884598376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/4159502888884598376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-michigan-how-i-love-you-let-me.html' title='Lake Michigan how I love you.  Let me count the ways.'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-8414582281432316516</id><published>2010-06-25T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:26:01.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life without high fructose corn syrup</title><content type='html'>So, I've been hearing a lot about how bad this high fructose corn syrup is.  Yeah, yeah... it's in everything.  How can I avoid it?  Well, for reasons I don't really remember, I decided to challenge myself to go all summer without buying anything containing HFCS.  I have made an exception (OK, two) - red vines/Twizzlers and Slurpees.  I really need those once in a while.  Anyway, since I started this experiment in the beginning of June, I have 1) survived!! 2) really started eating better 3) learned a lot more about the food industry (trickery! deceipt! jerks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a great book - &lt;u&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle&lt;/u&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver.  She and her family made a commitment to eat foods they grew on their farm or could buy locally for 1 year.  She mixes their year in review with recipes, what vegetables and fruits they ate in each season with interesting facts and statistics about the food industry.  I'm now convinced that I need to eat locally (thank goodness I have a fabulous farmers market in town) and buy organic meat.  I never knew chickens grown for our consumption don't get to see the light of day.  Poor feathery friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to throw away my cute heels for Berkenstocks or stop washing my hair, but I am making a commitment to eat "whole" foods, read labels, avoid anything made with HFCS and not eat anything containing ingredients I can't pronouce.  Am I sad?  Do I miss monosodiumgludamate rednumber 40?  Nope.  And neither do my intestines.  I feel SO much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new at this, but here's what I've found without HFCS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hamburger buns - Aunt Millie's Honey hamburger buns&lt;br /&gt;2. Hotdog &amp;amp; hamburger buns - Arnie's (if you live in the W Michigan area)&lt;br /&gt;3. Crackers - Meijer Naturals Baked 12 grain crackers.  They are so buttery &amp;amp; delicious, you'd never know they were good for you&lt;br /&gt;4. Cereal - read labels... most of the "healthy" cereals don't have it&lt;br /&gt;5. Ketchup - Heinz now makes "Heinz Free" (I think that's what it's called)&lt;br /&gt;6. BBQ sauce -good luck.  Tastefully Simple (&lt;a href="http://www.tastefullysimple.c0m/"&gt;www.tastefullysimple.c0m&lt;/a&gt;) has quite a few sauces without HFCS.  I happen to sell this product, so call me if you want to place an order :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Ice Cream - Breyers!&lt;br /&gt;8. Jam/Jelly - Costco has an organic variety or make your own!  Freezer jam is EASY and fruit is in season now.  Tap into your inner Laura Ingalls Wilder and start canning!  Your grandma will be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, organic food is going to be your best choice.  I love Costco for this reason... they have lots of affordable organic food and meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you challenged to kick the HFCS habit?  Go for it!  Your body will thank you for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go make some granola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-8414582281432316516?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/8414582281432316516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-life-without-high-fructose-corn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/8414582281432316516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/8414582281432316516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-life-without-high-fructose-corn.html' title='My life without high fructose corn syrup'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-5060604124375436549</id><published>2010-03-15T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:58:32.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and Obey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;My Grandpa Wes was an amazing guy.  I was his only granddaughter and he was one of my favorite people in the whole world.  When I was a little girl, I loved to help him in his workroom, take bike rides to the beach, learn about nature or watch Cubs games together.  He took me to Cubs games and taught me not only how to keep score, but also how to be a die hard fan for a team that hasn't won a World Series in over 100 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;I truly admired my grandparents, especially how they lived out their walks with Christ.  They trusted God in all aspects of their life and always gave Him the glory for all the blessings that came their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;While I was still dating my husband, he was lucky enough to get to know my grandpa.  When Grandpa was in the hospital during his last days, he said, "I want to talk to Alex about Jesus".  When Alex visited him, his strength was failing.  He couldn't say the words to share Jesus with Alex, he could only hum an old tune.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;As my family was gathered in the hospital corridor, my grandma came out and said, "Alex, Grandpa wanted me to sing this song for you.  He wants you to remember these words as a guide for your life".  She sang 3 verses of "Trust and Obey" from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;Alex accepted Christ into his heart after my grandpa's funeral and we've been living by the words of Trust and Obey ever since.  We sang it at our wedding and I sing it to our children every night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;I recently made the decision to quit my job and stay home with my kids.  My hope is to develop my Interior Design "side job" into a more profitable business venture.  When I sit back and trust God, I feel at peace. I am truly taking a leap of faith and blindly jumping into unchartered territory.  I know in my heart that God loves me and He'll provide for my family, but I still have moments of sheer panic, like "will we have enough money to eat?" or "will my business completely fail?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;Like my grandparents' example, I'm putting my faith in the God who never fails us and I'm going to obey his commands.  I know that if I trust Him and follow His ways, He'll never fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRUST AND OBEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we walk with the Lord, in the light of His word, what a glory He sheds on our way!  While we do His good will, He abides with us still, and with all who will trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies, but His smile quickly drives it away; Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,  Can abide while we trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share, but our toil He doth richly repay; Not a grief of a loss, not a frown or a cross but is blessed if we trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet, or we'll walk by His side in the way.  What He says we will do, where He sends we will go; Never fear, only trust and obey&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Lucida Sans; font-size:9pt'&gt;Words by John Sammis, 1887.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Copywright: Public Domain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-5060604124375436549?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/5060604124375436549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/03/trust-and-obey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/5060604124375436549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/5060604124375436549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/03/trust-and-obey.html' title='Trust and Obey'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708798190715928087.post-4055960208308499204</id><published>2010-03-10T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:05:20.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Century, here I come!</title><content type='html'>I've always been a little slow to catch on to trends, so here we are 10 years into the 21st century and I'm just learning how to blog.  At first I didn't get it.  But after reading other friends' blogs (I thank Heidi for inspiring me!), I realize this might be the best my kids get to remember their childhood.  My son has a scrapbook from the 1st year of his life, and the rest of his life's photographed moments are still on the computer.  Sorry, Sam, and sorry, Lena who as a 16 mo. old only has one framed photo hanging in our house.  And no scrapbooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a record of my childrens' lives and as a way to ramble on about how great they are and how much I love being a mom, I am now a blogger.  Here I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708798190715928087-4055960208308499204?l=reinekingdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/feeds/4055960208308499204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/03/21st-century-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/4055960208308499204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708798190715928087/posts/default/4055960208308499204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinekingdom.blogspot.com/2010/03/21st-century-here-i-come.html' title='21st Century, here I come!'/><author><name>IngridAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421277977208870444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfd8l6MsOCE/TY_DQ6bG2LI/AAAAAAAAABg/wZAx6U5v8q8/s220/cooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
