Almost Four Months

Since beginning this low carb journey on June 15 I weighed myself that day, but have not since. I didn’t want to sabotage myself, like I always did based on a number on a scale. So I rely on my clothes, and pictures to let me know that I’m getting somewhere. This was the first time I saw a picture of myself in which I can really see a difference. So here I share it.

overallsAnd as a reward on the 15th of each month I buy a new piece of clothing. It’s been shirts for the past 3 months, but this month it’s something quite … er … different. I know it may not be “hip” and “cool” but I have ALWAYS loved overalls. I wore out the pair I had in high school I loved them so much. I’ve looked for every excuse to get another pair and now, I have it. The kids’ birthday party is a farm theme, and well, we live on a farm, and so I have decided everyone needs a pair of overalls on the farm. Right!? Right.

Mr. Fancy Pants & His Ladies

Look at our pretty chickens and our rooster, I know I don’t share their pictures nearly as much as our beloved cows, so here ‘ya go. I figured I should go ahead and share because we are getting closer to calving season and they will really get no attention once the babies get here.

Chickens in the mail
Chickens in the mail 2013

We have 8 Australorp chickens (good egg layers – supposedly – however we’re only getting maybe 4 eggs a day right now) and 1 rooster named Mr. Fancy Pants; he’s an Ameraucana, we think. He has a tiny head and a long neck. I think he’s awfully strange looking, especially when he gets to crowing and the feathers on his neck stick out. It’s quite comical. Thankfully he is much nicer than the previous rooster who kept spurring Cornbread Boy until one day he had enough.

That day he called Cornbread Daddy and said he’d turned him out and we never saw that rooster again. Guess he wasn’t so tough when he wasn’t attacking a 9 year old boy.

Overall our experience with chickens has been a good one. Fresh eggs every morning and fun to watch as well. We’ve had them for right at 2 years now. I highly recommend chickens to anyone wanting to get into farming.



Living on a small family farm in the Southeast Cornbread Mama enjoys sharing about her life. Between being the wife of a cowboy, homeschooling mom to boy/girl twins, artist, and Christ-follower praying for a simple life in this crazy world Cornbread Mama finds comfort in writing about her family adventures here on the farm surrounded by 18 cows and calves, 2 donkeys, 3 dogs, and 9 chickens. So pull up a rocker and sit a spell.

Bacon Buffalo Chicken Jalapeno Casserole

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This low-carb recipe was originally found here.

I would also suggest trying this with some chopped chicken instead of whole chicken thighs. It was fine, but this is just a thought to make it go a little farther. Try a rotisserie chicken pulled & chopped, or boneless-skinless chicken breasts/chicken thighs cooked & chopped. Other notes & suggestions are below in italics.


  • 6 small Chicken Thighs
  • 6 slices Bacon
  • 3 medium Jalapeños (De-seed if you aren’t a fan of spicy)
    *I used canned jalapeños and only about 2 tsp since I cook for kids as well.
  • 12 oz. Cream Cheese
  • 1/4 cup Mayonnaise
  • 4 oz. Shredded Cheddar
  • 2 oz. Shredded Mozzarella Cheese
  • 1/4 cup Frank’s Red Hot *I also cut this down a good bit
  • Salt and Pepper to taste


1. De-bone all chicken thighs and pre-heat oven to 400F. Season chicken thighs well with salt and pepper, then lay on a cooling rack over a cookie sheet wrapped in foil. Bake chicken thighs for 40 minutes at 400F.

2. Once your timer hits 20 minutes, start on the filling. Chop 6 slices of bacon into pieces and put into a pan over medium heat.

3. Once bacon is mostly crisped, add jalapeños into the pan.

4. Once jalapeños are soft and cooked, add cream cheese, mayo, and frank’s red hot to the pan. Mix together and season to taste.

5. Remove chicken from the oven and let cool slightly. Once they are cool enough, remove the skins from the chicken.

6. Lay chicken into a casserole dish, then spread cream cheese mixture over it, then top with cheddar and mozzarella cheese.

7. Bake for 10-15 minutes at 400F. Broil for 3-5 minutes to finish. Optional: Top with extra jalapeños before you broil.

8. Let cool for 5 minutes. Slice and serve up!

This makes 6 servings of Buffalo Chicken Jalapeño Popper Casserole. Each serving is 740 Calories, 61.2g Fats, 2.5g Net Carbs, and 31.8g Protein.

Supper last night was beautiful

… and yummy! This is almost like a combination of two of my all time fav dishes, Melt in Your Mouth Chicken + Cajun Spinach Chicken.  Try this soon!!! (For a Cornbread Mama kick, add some Louisiana Cajun Seasoning to the chicken & spinach before pouring the mix over it. It could use some salt & pepper as well.)

2 cups diced cooked chicken (I boiled & chopped, but you could use rotisserie chicken as well)
10 ounces frozen spinach, drained well
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon pepper
3 ounces freshly grated parmesan cheese, 3/4 cup
1 ounce mozzarella cheese, shredded, 1/4 cup

Arrange the chicken and spinach in a greased 8×8″ baking dish. Mix the remaining ingredients and spread over the chicken. Bake, uncovered, at 350º for 40 minutes or until the top is nicely browned. Don’t skimp on the baking. The topping needs to be quite brown for good flavor.

Makes 4 servings
Do not freeze

Per Serving: 530 Calories; 41g Fat; 34g Protein; 6g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 4g Net Carbs

Gayla’s Tomato Pie

This recipe comes from my good friend and neighbor Gayla. It is fabulous!!! When I heard the name, I crinkled my nose a little, but after I tasted it, OH MY STARS! I make it without the crust so as to keep with my LLVLC (low carb life). Hope you enjoy!

Gayla’s Tomato Pie

Tomato Pie
Tomato Pie


5 tomatoes, peeled & sliced (Roma)

10 fresh basil leaves, chopped

½ cup chopped green or red onion (I like green)

1 – 9”pre-baked deep dish pie shell**

1 cup grated cheddar

1 cup grated mozzarella

¾ cup mayo

2 T fresh grated parmesan cheese

salt & pepper


  1. Pre-heat oven to 350˚.
  2. Place tomato in pie crust. **Or for us low-carb-ers, just place them in a baking dish.
  3. Layer the tomato, basil, & onion in pie shell. Season with salt & pepper. Mix all cheeses & mayo together. Mix well & put on top of tomato & sprinkle parmesan cheese on top. Bake for 30 mins or until lightly browned.

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The War on Women … Worth Thinking About

The War on Women

Yes. There’s a cultural war on women occurring in the United States today. Maybe even around the world. But it’s not perpetuated by the political right. It’s ideological in nature and it’s successfully stripping women of respect, purpose and integrity. In fact if I wanted to make sure that women were being sabotaged in this, the richest society in the world, here’s what I would do:

  1. First, I’d make her understand that she, along with her male counterparts, is just another rung on the evolutionary ladder; just another link in the Darwinian chain. No soul. No higher purpose. Just another animal. But the kicker for women, in this Darwinian scenario is that there is no explanation for her existence. No way to explain that she even is. Unlike the account she’s believed for millenniums about the fact that she completed and crowned God’s creation, I’d make her believe she was just a fluke somewhere in the billions of years of coincidences mixed with mistakes that made the universe and life what it is today. I’d do that first. Right off the bat I’d rip away that notion that she has spiritual or eternal significance.
  2. Next I think I would be sure I started young to make her “look” cheap. I think I’d put little outfits in all the stores that were composed of mini-skirts and halter tops and I’d start in size 2T. I’d make it difficult and expensive to dress a little girl like a little girl. I’d make the transition, in apparel, from little girl to worldly woman a very short leap.
  3. And I’d get her used to hearing demeaning terms for women and all kinds of sexual innuendos very early on. I would get her in front of the television as often as possible. I’d make her think that drinking and partying were the real “stuff” of happiness. I’d want her to play video games where the cartoon women are always scantily clad, provocative, tattoed, busty and brash. And then I’d play all this up in her real world the first chance I got. I’d want her to think wearing a tiny cheer uniform and moving her body provocatively was cool and, somehow (it’s beyond me) even respectable. I’d want her to have dance lessons, play volleyball in her panties or be on a running team or a swim team where the expected dress was almost nothing. I’d want her to start being comfortable letting people see her in a sports bra and I’d want her to have holes in her jeans in the places where cheap attention could be drawn to her body. This is an important part of what I’d do to make her forget the intrinsic value of her soul.
  4. Next, I’d target her heroines. I’d make the most important women in the country the rudest and the most immoral. I’d make the politically powerful women loud, dishonest and vulgar. I’d make the heroines of the entertainment world trashy. I’d make the top songs that women hear on the radio tout fornication, homosexual relationships and masturbation. I’d make women who are empty and unhappy be the role models. This would help me drain the very souls of  younger women of purpose and positive influence.
  5. Then, I’d make her believe she’s very dispensable by telling her that you don’t even need a woman anymore to have a marriage and a family. I’d do my best to get her to buy that lie.
  6. And based on that lie, I’d tell her that, in fact, womanhood is not even reserved for those who are born as girls. The female identity is easily taken by anyone who wants it.…It’s easy for Bruce to be Katelyn. All it takes is a change of wardrobe and a few hormones. Gender is not really a sacred assignment at all.  So quit spouting off about the virtues of womanhood, already.
  7. Next, I think I’d try to make her believe that a woman’s integrity is not all that important in a court of law. I’d tell her she’s too fragile to be able to withstand the pursuit of evidence. “If you cry ‘date rape,’ well they’ll just have to believe you, because your traumatized state is too weak and fragile to risk re-traumatization.  Your psyche might not be able to handle presentation of evidence, interrogation or cross-examination. You’re not strong enough to prove your own integrity.” (One story is here, but, be warned the triumphant victor in this courtroom is not discreet in her text messages.
  8. But I wouldn’t stop there. I’d make her unashamed of the objectification of womanhood that happens to be the largest entertainment venue in America, today. In fact, I’d want her to go on and join the ranks of those who objectify people. I’d want her to watch “Fifty Shades of Gray.” Further, I’d want her to extol the literary virtues of the book, too. What better way to take away the dignity of women in our culture than to have them clamoring by the millions to the vile and cheap?
  9. Then I’d try to legalize the killing of life within her womb. I’d so mix up her sense of logic that I’d make her believe it is emancipating to let doctors come inside her womb and suction out the life that is dependent on her for survival. I’d take her sense of values to the very lowest possible point and convince her to be okay with selling the life that has her chromosomes, her hair color, her skin pigmentation and, yes, his or her own beating heart. I’d get her to have no conscience at all about the person who is being ripped apart and becoming merchandise. I’d somehow make her think she’s becoming more of a woman when she allows a violation of that magnitude to occur in her own womb.
  10. I’d make her believe her value lies in some numerical figure on a pay stub. I’d make her believe that true success can be counted in dollars and cents and that her intrinsic value is dependent on her ability to bring home the bacon (or wield power at the office or control accounts or successfully patronize important clients.) I’d do this in lots of ways, but I would not forget to build short maternity leave into job benefits and to build lots of day cares near, or in, her work sites. I’d try to make career pursuit in all situations seem normal and expected, and certainly guilt-free.  In fact, I might try and make women who were not career-minded seem lazy and worthless by comparison.
  11. Next, I’d try to downplay…no…remove from her psyche any maternal tugs. If she ever starts to cry when she has to leave that little six-week-old baby for the first day back at work, I’d make her think “Ah, this is just normal. All moms go through this healthy week of detaching from children. I need to get past this post-birth weepiness and be productive.” If her kids are getting sick a lot at daycare, I’d want her to, once again, justify her choices by thinking “Oh…this’ll be good for them in the long run…you know…build up their immunities.” In this step-by-step, day by day rationalization of dissonance in the plan, I’d slowly get her to stop feeling the tugs. I’d get her to incrementally forget that there is a reason for maternal pulls in her heart. Further, I’d get her to make investments and mortgages—I’d get her to buy things…lots of things.I’d get her in debt to the plan that’s silencing the maternal nature within. I’d do this until she couldn’t answer the cries even were she hearing them. I’d make those who are choosing riches for their kids over the raising of their kids defend this pursuit by always pointing out that “there are lots of women who have to work to put food on the table and we should not make those women feel guilty.”   I’d be happy about that argument if I were out to denigrate women, because, although that argument is irrelevant when the subject ischoosing, it (the argument about needy women) would rally the troops who have already, to a large extent, driven our economy  and moral conscience to a place where, in some communities, virtually all women work full-time outside the home as their children are coming up.
  12. And finally, I’d give her applause. I’d give her lots of this and for all the superficial things.  I’d give her pats on the back and I’d make good, but deceived, women go, with a vengeance, after those who would call women back to the heart of womanhood. I’d make the cheapening, the immodesty, the brashness, the override of the maternal impulses—I’d make all that VERY politically correct. I’d make any reference to scriptures about submission or keeping the home seem terribly antiquated and out of place in any real discussion of the role of women. In fact, I’d make the phrase, “role of women” sound very oppressive and shockingly  outdated.

Oh…and after I’d managed to maneuver in all the above ways, I’d be sure to keep a close eye on the veritable army of faithful twenty-something and thirty-something moms within the Lord’s church who are in the Word and in prayer and determined that the devil is not having their kids. These are the ones, after all, who are raising up the fighters of the next generation. It’s not the millennials who are primarily about saving the trees, the right to “choose”, the rainforests or the human habitats that are protective of women in our society. It’s those millennials who are, first, about saving souls, respecting the Father, protecting life, itself, and aspiring to everlasting habitations that just may be able to raise up a generation that can secure all that has traditionally been good and right and holy about womanhood. And they are using the tools, too. They are networking globally, attending spiritual conventions and workshops, producing books, seeking mentors and studying THE manual for human elevation.  They are the ones I’d target if I were waging a war on women; and they’d be ruthless in their defense of traditional marriage, distinctive genders, disciplined children, ordered homes and moms who are, first of all, keepers of those homes.

So this is how I’d wage a real war on women. I mean if I really wanted to strip women in our culture of  power, I’d take away the legacy that is the inheritance of faith. If I wanted to rob women of dignity, I’d make them set, as their standards, the cheap, the undressed, the immoral. If I wanted to debase them, I’d dirty their minds with pornography and their hands with deceit. I’d make them say “abortion” when they mean “murder”.  I’d make them say “tolerance” when they mean “approval.”  I’d make them say “love” when they mean “lust.” I’d mix them up with terminology and I’d tempt them into thinking that the primary purpose of life is self-fulfillment. I’d make them think that truth for their lives and homes is not objective but “lies within themselves”.   All in all, I’d go for their hearts. That’s just what the devil has done.

The current war on women is not from the political right or from the oppressive religions of the Middle East. The war on women today is from hell, itself, and the devil is gaining ground. He is taking the spoils—the real commodities of value—from women. He is giving us a mess of pottage that is temporarily filling in exchange for the faith and goodness that has characterized great women from the dawn of time. And so it will not be in some presidential debate or even in Congress or the Supreme Court chambers that the war is won or lost. It will be in the hearts of women and in the families of America. It will all depend on whether women are smart enough and strong enough to recognize and resist the cultural attack on the real power of women.

Run Away Lily

You know that feeling … the feeling that you finally have it all together this morning? You’ve finished cooking breakfast for the family, you’ve had your Bible study time that is oh-so-critical for a great day, and you begin to clean up the kitchen while a big pot of coffee percolates filling the room with the smell of morning caffeine. The sink has just finished filling with soapy goodness ready for the first dish as you watch peacefully through your kitchen sink window as your chickens walk and peck at the ground. You think – I like this – this farm life is what it’s all about.

Slowly you realize something seems odd and that perfect morning takes an unexpected turn.

Behind the chickens seems to be a large white calf roaming your backyard NOT in her pasture fence. You do a classic double-take and then scream, “LILY’S OUT!”. Instantly you and your son are up running, trying to remember to stay calm and lead her back into her pasture with a big scoop of “feed”.

{From my experience as a cowboy’s wife & mom, it doesn’t matter how many degrees you may have, I dare say, even if you were an English major, you will at some point realize it is feed not food, no matter when they gave it to the animal. One simply does not purchase “food” at the feed store, it’s all feed. Resistance is futile.}

There’s always something to keep us grounded here. Not many things go as planned in our life. I guess it would be boring if we weren’t kept on our toes. Thankfully the boy and I managed to wrangle Lily back into her pasture and get the gate back on it’s hinges as Dad came home to fix the problem.

Lily the calf
Lily and the boy

Meet Lily. She is the boy’s first calf. She was sold to him by his grandfather for $1 because of his dedication and hard-work on the farm. This little boy works. He takes care of all the animals, well, mostly. His sister does help with the chickens, the cow’s water, as well as her donkey Jenny, and some other things. But overall it’s all him, he willingly gets up early each morning and heads out to check the cows, fill up the waters, and just be a hard-working cowboy.

Jethro & his boy
Jethro & his boy

This is Jethro, when he came here with his mother Jenny, they were very skittish. Wouldn’t let the twins or us get near them much. Now these kids have worked with them so much that you can sit on their backs, lift their hooves, whatever. Jethro especially will follow Jake around the pasture like a puppy.

Of all the things this farm is teaching my children, a great work ethic is one of my very favorite things they have learned. Heartaches and happiness both included, this farm has brought our family closer than ever.

I CRAVE … Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper-Jack Cheese and Spinach

Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper Jack & Spinach
Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper Jack & Spinach

Popeye the Sailor-man I am not. Before this recipe if you even mentioned how great dark green leafy vegetables were for you I just might run screaming! However, I crave this low-carb recipe so much that I went to the store JUST to get the ingredients and make it for myself this afternoon!

Cajun Chicken Stuffed with Pepper-Jack Cheese and Spinach
Modified from the original recipe | Original Recipe here 

6 boneless/skinless chicken breasts
3 cups grated pepper jack cheese
8 oz cream cheese, pulled apart
10-12 oz frozen chopped spinach, thawed
Cajun seasoning (I use Louisiana brand)

Pre-heat oven to 350°. Pound chicken breasts to about 1/2 inch thickness. {See this post if you need help with that. Or Google to find the way that best works for you.}

Mix cheeses and spinach together in a bowl, add salt & pepper to taste, and spoon mixture equally onto flattened chicken breast. Roll up chicken surrounding the cheese/spinach mixture. Secure with toothpicks {Remember how many you use so you don’t kill someone by forgetting to remove them all, nobody needs to die for LLVLC}.

Place chicken breasts on cookie sheet with sides, and line it with parchment paper. Sprinkle chicken with cajun seasoning. Bake for 45 minutes or until done.

Be prepared to be addicted!

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What’s for LLVLC Supper Tonight Mama?


Bacon Wrapped  Pepper Jack/Cream Cheese Chicken Breasts
Bacon Wrapped Pepper Jack/Cream Cheese Chicken Breasts


  • 6 boneless/skinless chicken breast
  • 8 oz cream cheese, softened
  • 1 3/4 C Pepper jack cheese, shredded
  • 2 T green onion, chopped
  • 12+ slices bacon (more bacon is always the right answer)
  • Salt & Pepper to taste


Pre-heat oven to 375.

Pound chicken to about 3/4 inch thickness.

You may find yourself asking, but how do I flatten a chicken breast? Well, Self, it’s not as hard as it may seem. Although it IS my least favorite part of the recipes I have used lately. It’s totally worth it when you bite into that piece of perfectly cooked chicken. You know how your chicken breast is all thick on one side and thinner on the other? It doesn’t cook evenly and it’s nearly impossible to wrap/stuff that way. So one breast at a time place it in a plastic bag, but don’t seal. Sealing it only traps air and makes the bag pop. I just place a chicken breast in a bag and use my left hand to hold the bag opening flat to the counter. I bang the mess out of the thick part of the chicken with my handy-dandy kitchen mallet. Like the one pictured. I use the flat side. I guess the bumpy side would be fine as well.

kitchen mallet
kitchen mallet

Mix cream cheese, pepper jack, and green onion together. I use my mixer just to make sure the cream cheese is stirred in well. Line baking sheet with parchment paper. Roll cheese mixture up in chicken breast and wrap with bacon. I use two pieces across and then go back at the end and put one more piece going the opposite way just to hold in all the goody goody stuff inside! Sprinkle with pepper and tiny bit of salt (or cajun seasoning). Bake for 30+ minutes (or until it’s cooked through). Add 5 minutes under the broiler to crisp up the bacon.

This recipe was adapted from a Facebook post.

Boo’s Ring

I know this whole “NOT WEIGHING IN” thing is not the norm, but for me it’s working. I wonder if it would work for others as well. I’m sure it wouldn’t work for everyone, but I really am loving it. I can tell I’m losing weight in so many other ways.

1. My hubby says he can see that I am – and he never notices ANYTHING!

2. The antique green metal rocking chairs on my porch no longer catch on my hips when I sit down.

Boo's ring is too loose
Boo’s ring is too loose

3. My grandmother’s ring is too loose to wear today – that’s a sad/happy one.

4. My clothes are getting really baggy!

5. Older clothes that were put up are coming back out. Just a little more and I’ll be a whole size smaller! WORD!

It’s kind of fun being surprised by these things instead of expecting them because the number on the scale tells me to. Give it a try, see how it works. I mean this whole thing began with me determining to work on TEMPERANCE! And that’s what I’m doing. As I align myself with God’s will for my life, things change for the better.