We don’t “do” April Fools.


As my kids were  turning the calendar in their morning notebooks, my daughter noticed on the calendar “April Fools” notated and questioned me about it.

No one really knows where the exact origin of April Fools came from. Some say it was from the swapping of the calendar from Julian to Gregorian because those that did not get the memo were celebrating the turn of the year in April and did not realize it had been already the new year for a few months.

You can read about some of that history here.

I explained to her that it is a day when people all over play tricks on each other, making them feel foolish, and that we would not be participating or celebrating it.

(I also told her that just because someone printed it on the calendar did not mean it was something we had to follow.)

Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. Eph. 4:29

Each of us should please our neighbors for their good, to build them up. Rom. 14:19

Whoever walks with the wise becomes wise, but the companion of fools will suffer harm. Prov. 13:20


When I was a kid, we loved this day. We played jokes from fake spiders and scorpions on the wall, to my best friend telling me she was moving away.

When I first lived on my own, we took it to EXTREMES. A friend and I staged an elaborate hoax that I was a German assassin sent to target officials. We set up a whole ruse and even got the Apartment security guard to bust in the room to “apprehend” me. While in the moment it seemed fun and games- our friends were seriously shaken up during all of it, and I can only imagine the neighbors that saw us brandishing a fake gun and shouting at each other in the parking lot were scared and pretty close to calling the police on us.

And then my friends were so mad they retaliated by stealing my keys and moving my truck, leading me to believe it had been stolen.

I know what people are probably thinking, “what’s the harm in a little bit of practical joking?”

Some of you may be thinking that sounds like a really good joke. And at the time, and for years after, I agreed!

But as I got closer to God, I realized the harm and danger in a bit of “lying”.  I think back on what that “fun and games retaliation” could have led to and the trouble it could have caused.

I think of the boy who cried wolf for one; no one believed him when he was in actual danger.

Then I think of the seed of doubt that can be placed in the hearts and minds of people that are the ones at the butt end of these jokes.

And I think of how it feels to be called a fool.

I spent my life arguing until the other person gave up because I did not like to be wrong. I did not like to look like a fool or to look like I was an idiot, for lack of a better term. So I argued my case, stood firm and refused to let anyone tell me I was wrong. I did not put myself in positions to be made a fool. I became a skeptic of everything and everyone.

WHY then, would I choose to make someone else feel that way for the sake of a marking on a calendar and for a one-sided laugh?
Why would I want to create skepticism?

Our church ministry is founded on pillars we call the 5 E’s and 3 Cs.

One of those Es is Edification or Edifying.

Edifying is defined as :

the instruction or improvement of a person morally or intellectually.
“the idea that art’s main purpose is to supply moral uplift and edification”
But it is also to lift each other up, to encourage the body of Christ.
And the complete opposite of that would be to make someone look foolish, or tear them down and make them laughed at.
I did not write this post to take the joy and laughter out of people.
God LOVES laughter. He loves joy and cheer. He loves when people smile…TOGETHER. In unity and wholesomeness.
 A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Prov. 17:22

I love my friends and family too much to make fun of them or play pranks on them that would leave them irritated, feeling foolish or naive.

So today, I will not be participating in April Fool’s Day.

Only fools say in their hearts, “There is no God.” Psa. 14:1

I am no fool.

You are no fool.

You are beautifully and wonderfully made.






It’s funny how the strangest things can make you look back. Looking back is something

that we must always do in order to improve our present and our future. Looking back is

a skill. I say it is a skill because it is as much dangerous as it is beneficial. Looking

back can revive old memories of times long past that were good, fun, or even some that

should remain where they are in the shallow sea of forgiveness that we humans toss

the bad ones into.
My sea is shallower than most, and I have forgiven the worst.

Though they haunt my mortal mind to this day, I struggle each day to forgive those

trespasses against me and move on in spite of the pain that does its best to surface

from that sea and distract me from my true worth and destiny. Sometimes though,

those painful memories can serve a purpose. Remembering where you were, how you

felt, what you were dealing with, remembering the pain and the confusion of being lost…

Those are the things we must always remember when dealing with people. Not

everyone is in the same boat as you. Not everyone has had their world transformed.

Not everyone has escaped their own personal hell yet. It is our job to remember. It is

our job to recognize. It is our job to direct them. It is our job to provide the solution.

Today I realized that I am a churchgoer. Not that that is entirely bad, but from a

leadership perspective, that denotes stagnation, frustration, and a lack of creativity. It

started as a noble idea. The pursuit of excellence in worship. As a member of the

leadership of the worship team in our church, I strive to make things better on a week to

week basis. Let’s backtrack a bit. I believe that our duty as members of the worship

team is to usher in the presence of God, to build the foundation of that mercy seat that

the congregation can use in their personal worship to build upon, the only seat in the

house that is big enough to bear the weight of the Holy Spirit. We had a sampling of it

in weeks past, where we were able to really flow in it and let the Godsong come out.

Somewhere in the last few weeks we lost it, and went into survival mode. Just make it

through the next service. What happened to duty? What happened to the joyful,

fearful, worshipful, excited Levites that we had become for oh so brief a moment? In my

frustration with the state of affairs, I became bitter. I became the person I never wanted

to be. The person that FORGOT. I got wrapped up in principle, strategy, plans, skill

and schedules. In voicing this frustration, I realized that the ME that I am now would

NEVER have connected with the ME that I was. What was the me from 13 years ago

thinking on this day? Where was I 13 years ago? In listening to some songs from that

period of time in my life I found my answer. What was I 13 years ago? Cold. Where

was I 13 years ago? Lost and in rehab. Who was I 13 years ago? No one. What

changed 13 years ago? Someone cared.

There must be leaders in every church, they are the ones that pave the way for those

that come after. They are the ones that have been there, done that, and felt that way.

This is the natural order of things. But, when those leaders forget who they WERE, and

focus instead on who they ARE, the efficiency of the system is lost. I forgot. We forgot.

14 years ago, I thought that God had forgotten about me. Books, poems, and literary

geniuses have tried in vain to put to words the depth of that kind of despair and hurt. It

just is not possible to describe the true feeling of a broken spirit. I thought that no one

loved me. Even those that were close to me I had built self imposed boundaries and

reservations on them to protect me. I carried so many bad memories and dead weight

around with me that no one could break through. Despite the bravest attempts by

others to draw me in, to break down those walls, to discover who I was, I remained

steadfast in keeping those walls intact. I let NO ONE in. I only wanted people to see

the better part of me, never allowing them to see my ugly side. It was a long and

arduous process to allow certain people (whom I treasure most dearly now) to chip

away at the walls of my personal prison.

Allowing those people to begin the process of chipping away at my rough edges was a

decision that I made when I decided to start going to church. It was not an easy one. I

had my privacy to protect, my pride to keep intact, and it was not a process that came

naturally. Through my ever growing faith and the friendships that were formed, I started

to become someone new. This person is still evolving to this day. It is a process that I

both loved and hated, because it meant letting go of what was, letting go of my

securities, letting someone into my life, and allowing the process to start revealing the

man I always knew I could be but never was. All of us have that deep down, but it takes

a certain type of person to turn potential energy into kinetic when it comes to deep

seated character issues.

Remembering this I realized that I have not been the catalyst for anyone else’s change

in my current state of being. Staying focused on the processes, the principles, and the

weight of duty that comes from being on the worship team in the church has turned me

into a Pharisee. I look good on the outside, but getting down to the brass tacks of it, I

influence no one directly. Sure, people say I play good (had your ears checked lately?).

Yes, they say things like “worship was great today, I was really feeling it”… but that is

only half of what matters. When we, as a team, forget to invest in people personally we

are not doing our job. Yes, we play skillfully unto the Lord, and yes we worship Him…

but what about those people in the congregation, or even worse, on OUR TEAM that

are contemplating suicide? What about those that merely want to belong to something,

and WE are all that they have? What about the ones that are completely comfortable

worshipping God, but have absolutely no self-worth? These are the issues that we as

fragile humans must contend with on a daily basis. Especially in the ministry that we

are in, having that human touch and sensitivity to the plight of the individual are KEY.

Sure, our reputation in the outreach is that “Austin has GREAT praise and worship”…

but what are we doing outside of that? Is it really just us? Are we all that matters?

Looking back, I realize that there is not much for the me of today to say to the me of

yesterday. There was no common ground, no sympathy, no empathy, no feeling, no

sensitivity, no leeway, no give-and-take, no compromise…. until today.

Me of today, meet me of yesterday. I am a member of your church. I am new. I have

issues. I have pain and hurt. I have reservations. I have flaws. Embrace me. Love

me. Tell me I am worth something. Tell me you have been there and things get better.

Tell me that this too shall pass. Show me how to let someone in. Lead me, disciple me,

and teach me how to help others just like me… just like you.




This was written at the end of 2014 by my husband as he reflected on the year. As worshippers, ministry overseers, or just Christians, we always need to remember those we are called to reach. We ALL have that calling.

Inversion Method review (free way to grow your hair)

In April 2013 I had the great idea to do a “real pixie cut”.

 I chopped off all of my hair as close as  I could just to see if I could get away with it. 

And immediately started growing it all out again. 

I do not look good with a pixie and I felt like a boy. I just do not have the cute face for it and as I started reading on modesty and becoming more feminine as God made me , I realized that it is a beautiful thing for women to have lovely long flowing locks. 


See, a pink shirt and I still look like Peter Pan. This was April or May 2013

After looking into all natural ways to grow out my hair since I have stopped coloring it (the top pixie pic is henna and the bottom recent pics are my natural hair which is still holding a red-tint even though I am a blonde. I think I need more sunlight! 

My sister sent me a link to the  1 week Inversion Challenge and I was instantly intrigued.  

The basis behind it is to massage a warmed oil into your scalp for 4 minutes while you invert your head, and let the blood flow to your roots. You do this once a day for 7 days and the results have been anywhere from 1/2″ to 1.5″ of new growth in that time frame. *You can only do this once every 3 weeks and need to give your hair a rest or it stops working*.

I started with a lemon and honey hair mask to lighten my hair anyway and figured I could add some oil before washing it out. I used half castor and half coconut. 

That was WAY too oily for my hair. Our water softener was out of salt so my hair looked greasy and wet for 48 hours. 
I decided to go every other day with the oil, but still inverted every night.



Starting Photo: Jan 9

Final Photo: Jan 17

I did not measure my hair before and after, I just used my handy hair length tee and from what I can tell, I got around 3/4″. 
That is pretty amazing because if I add it to the normal 1/2″ of growth in a month, I will get 1 1/4″ of growth this month, so if I do it again next month, I will have added 3″ onto my hair before Disney. 

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My goal length is to my waist because the last time it was that long I was 6 years old. (You can’t see, but I marked that length with a *star* on my shirt. 

I will keep using this method for a few reasons

a) it makes me pay attention to my hair once a month

b) the coconut oil and the scalp massages made my hair so soft and shiny

c) it worked!


This is yet another amazing use for coconut oil.

I think the next time, I will do the coconut oil every day, sleeping on it and washing out in the morning so I don’t have to worry about grease head when I am trying to take my kid to Co-op or get groceries.


Have you ever tried the Inversion Method? 

Give it a shot and tell me if it worked for you! 

Sloppy Papa Joes (THM S)

When I was 8 or so, I remember a visit where my Papa Joe made his version of sloppy joes.
1 lb ground beef browned
1 can cream of mushroom soup
Half bottle of mustard.
Mix it up and serve it between hamburger buns.

My brother of course hated it, vehemently claiming to be allergic to mustard but it was amazing to me because I have never liked sloppy joes- too sweet or something.

Over the years I have tweaked it, adding whole wheat bread, then making my own cream of mushroom, then the transition to grass fed beef.

I now present-


Sloppy Papa Joes


1.5 lb organic ground beef (4.99 lb at Costco)
1/2 cup sour cream (watch the carbs)
1/2 cream
Half bottle gulden’s spicy brown mustard
1/4 cup water
1/8-1/4 tsp gluccie
1 tsp turmeric
Salt and pepper
2 cloves garlic
1/4 cup diced onion
Splash of liquid aminos

*I NEVER use measurements so the above is a guess. I scoop, squirt and taste*

Brown the beef with salt and onion and garlic.
Stir in sour cream, heavy cream, water and mustard and simmer. (I add mustard when my kids are not looking so they won’t question it) Wisk in the gluccie as needed to make it thicker and tweak to taste with salt, pepper and a splash of aminos.
For my husband and I, I serve this over buttered spaghetti squash with either a side salad or cheesy broccoli and add cracked pepper on top.
For my kids, I add in some carbs with peas and soaked brown rice.


DIY (thrifty) Disney Shirts with Freezer Paper

I know I have not updated much of anything on our Disney Vacation plans and that is becasue we are still in the planning process. Yes- I know, we have 51 days left and I am still planning things out.


We REALLY wanted to get a pop-up camper and stay at Fort Wilderness but our vehicle is not reliable enough to drive that far, much less towing a trailer so we will be staying at POP Century!

We started working with an AMAZING Disney Agent back in 2012 when we thought about a trip, but with my husband being in school full-time and our income pretty much being halved, we put the trip on hold. (And I am grateful for it because of some random things that happened in 2013 and 2013)

Let me tell you, I have questioned and flip flopped on our plans and Amanda has been so great and answered our questions so fast.

If you are heading to see The Mouse, talk to her FIRST. You can find her on her website

So, as you know, I like to DIY for a number of reasons, it is personal, custom and thrifty.

Did you know that Disney is crazy expensive? Yeah. Really.

But I don’t want to be lame-o on my kids and make them wear just their normal clothes while we are there. (Mainly because I don’t want to spend $25 on a Minnie Mouse tee shirt that my daughter sees because she is in a plain pink shirt).

My girls have been blessed, I scored 4 shirts on Craigslist for $5 and took two of them in on the sides to make them fit my 4 year old, all three kids got Disney shirts from their Uncle for Christmas and Lily already had a Frozen shirt  and a Fly a Kite shirt she had outgrown. That evened it out to 4 shirts for each girl. My son has 4 cars shirts but I only put one in the Disney box (ie the box in my closet that I am tossing stuff into for our trip so I don’t lose it) and my husband and I only have 1 each.

*My husband’s shirt is from our honeymoon at Disney where he only packed himself a set of nice clothes for dinner, underwear and his overnight bag. He had to go buy shorts and a Mickey Tee in the parks and rotated between that and the clothes he wore on the plane (which was a JUST MARRIED Tee shirt and his clothes from before our wedding)

After a quick trip to our local thrift store on a half off day, I scored 3 shirts for me and 3 for my son and used freezer paper to make stencils.

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I traced the images onto freezer paper by printing an image and putting it under the freezer paper (you know, like when you were in 3rd grade) and my amazing husband cut them out with a razor blade.

I then ironed the stencil shiny side down to the shirts and using multi-purpose acrylic and a foam brush, dabbed the paint onto the tee. I used the same rule as painting trim and removed the freezer paper while the image was still damp.


They are positively perfect in every way.

DIY disney shirts

The pink striped shirt was one of mine that had a stain on the front. I still have an aqua shirt needing a “Frozen” theme and I am going to do my son’s shirts and my husband’s next. Probably Star Wars, Olaf and a bearded Mickey.


My graphic designer husband approves my shirts (as long as he gets to design his own)


Have you ever made your own vacation shirts?

A Gift of Worship

This is the script for our Christmas program of live music this year and I wanted to share it with you all!

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It’s that time of year again.

A time when children pull out wish lists, insisting they have been good all year long. A season of parents shopping in secret, hoping to pick the perfect gift for their family members. A time when neighbors race to put up lights and dot their yards with inflatable snowmen, moving reindeer and 3 foot candy canes. A time for company parties, to celebrate a year of hard work and hopefully prosperity, and to give back to the hard working employees. A time of warm food, egg nog, hot cocoa, cookies baked only once a year and passed around with glee.

Many people look forward to this time all year long and start planning as soon as the air changes to cool and crisp. Some people are overcome because it came too quickly, like a thief in the night.


All around the world, different festivities take place.  Traditions are relived, some so old that we don’t even know where they came from.

Songs are sung. Decorations are hung.

It is a season of joy. A season of laughter. A season of love.

It is a season of gifts. And a season to remember the gift that was given for the world.


2000 years ago, a man named Joseph, from the family line of David was about to get news that would change his life. An unexpected gift.

The virgin woman he was engaged to, was pregnant. She had been told by the Angel Gabriel that she found favor with God and would bare a son who will be called the Son of the Most High and that He would be given the Throne of David, and his Kingdom will have no end.

Being a godly man, Joseph decided to quietly divorce her so she would not be put to shame. But when he had considered this, behold and angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife; for the Child who has been conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit. She will bear a Son and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins. Now all this took place to fulfill what was spoken by the Lord through the prophet” Behold the Virgin shall be with child and shall bear a son and they shall call his name Immanuel, which means God with us”


The light had finally come. 700 years after Isaiah spoke about him, saying The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light…

For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of peace.

For the first time, a decree for a census was sent out and Joseph and Mary traveled 80 miles to Bethlehem as required by this law. When they arrived, the town was so crowded, there was no room for them at the inn. Mary gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in cloths and laid him in a manger.

In the same region there were some shepherds, staying in the fields and keeping watch over their flocks by night. And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them’ and they were terribly afraid. But the angel said “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people, for TODAY in the city of David, there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign for you; you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger. And suddenly there appeared with the angel a multitude of heavenly hosts praising God and saying “Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased.”

The shepherds could not contain their excitement and wonder and hurried to find this baby. When they found Mary and Joseph- they told them about the the angel and the events that led them there. When the shepherds left there, they Glorified God for what they saw and spread the news.

Mary treasured what was told to her and thought about it in her heart.

This child she carried was finally here. The one spoken about long before even she was born. The child that would do so much, today was a tiny newborn in her arms, yet already spreading joy in the hearts of the people and turning their praises to God.

Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem asking “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship Him”.

This was likely no ordinary star, not like the star gazers and astronomers could track. This star moved WITH The Messiah, like the cloud covering the tabernacle of meeting. The star was likely the Shekinah glory of God, which had been absent for hundreds of years since the time of Moses- appearing once again as God’s presence was resting on the earth.  This time, it was here in the flesh, born into our world through the long awaited gift of the Messiah.


These Magi knew of the prophecy of the coming King of the Jews which had been foretold over the generations and finally He had come, in their very own lifetime.

They traveled ready for The King, not empty handed but prepared to offer up the very best gifts fit for the King of Kings. They followed the star until it stood over the place where the child was. They came into the house of Joseph and Mary and when they saw Him, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy and fell down to the ground and worshiped Him. Then, opening their treasures, they presented to Him gifts of God, Frankincense and Myrrh.


  The Magi knew the king when they saw him. But no one understood that his Kingdom was not here on the earth. The Messiah would not overthrow the government and establish an earthly rule for the Jews as so many thought.


The Savior would gather men that were nobodies and teach them the ways of The Father, teach them to Love God and love each other. He would gift them with his time, his teachings and his presence on earth for a short season.

He would heal the blind, cause the lame to walk and bring the dead back to life. People would rejoice in the miracles that he does. Some would recognize him as Messiah in the Spiritual sense, but some would not. He would ride into Jerusalem on the back of a young donkey while people praised him, laying down palm branches and their cloaks, shouting “Hosanna to the King who comes in the name of the Lord.” They presented their gifts to the King with shouts and adoration.

Seven days later, their hearts would change.

“Crucify Him!” They would shout as the gift they had been given was not one they expected. They wanted to return it. To cast it aside and wait for something else. Something that they understood. A victory. A warrior perhaps.

Once again, the prophecy would be fulfilled. The gift would be rejected.

 But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities (and sin). the chastening for our well being fell upon him. And by his wounds we are healed.

God’s word tells us in Isa. 9:2- 7

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light. Those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone. You have multiplied the nation, you have increased its joy. They rejoice before you as with joy and the harvest. 

For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of peace. Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end. On the throne of David, and over his kingdom to establish it and uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and evermore. 


Jesus was given to us so that we may have life everlasting. His life did not end on the cross, but our lives BEGIN there. Our sin was taken so that we may be born into a kingdom that will never end.

For God so love the world that He GAVE his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.

This gift to us is free. It is eternal and it only gets better and better and each time we come to church to receive  the word of God, it strengthens our faith. The word is a gift for us.


But what gift is God looking for?

Is it our tithe- is that fit enough to be counted as gold for the king?

Is it turning away from sins of the flesh? Does that offer up a sweet aroma like frankincense?

What about our time in serving in ministry to help others? Does that show obedience and love that Jesus talked about?

These are all wonderful things, but each one is still a gift for us and each other. Your giving allows the gift of the gospel to reach more people, and God blesses those that give out of gratitude. You giving your time to teach the children scriptures, or to greet new people at the door, or to sing a special song helps edify each other and make a place for them to belong and know God more. This is a blessing to God and he delights in it, but what gift is for Him alone?


What is a gift God look for day and night?

When the wise men came to Jesus, BEFORE they presented the physical gifts they selected and carried with them, they fell down and worshipped him. They gave first their worship and then presented treasures.

God seeks a gift of worship. 

Worship is fit for God alone, it can be given in a group such as this when we sing songs together, surrounded by family and it can be given alone, just you and God in your home.

Worship is what God shows up for during our church services. The preaching, the offering, the fellowship and events are more gifts for you.

The Worship is fit for our King. The worship causes Him to leave his throne heaven and come down to earth to meet with us, if we build him a seat of praises large enough to hold Him.


In this season of merriment and joy and yes, gifts and tradition, offer up FIRST your worship that is for God alone and for no one else.

Let us rejoice in Him this season! Let us sing out with songs of praise and of worship. Let His presence be felt and known and make worship a gift that you offer up every day! Let worship fill your heart and praises fill your mouth.

Worship the King who is worthy and greatly to be Praised!




Tuna Cakes, Trim Healthy Mama Style (S)

We are at the tail end of our budget and part of one of my posts I started was 

“Trim Healthy Mama on a Teeny Tiny Budget”

I did stick to THM, but did not follow through on tracking my budget. 

We spend between $500 and $600 per month for a family of 5. But I need to reign it in to $500 or LESS per month. 

I started by seeing if I could buy nothing new for 10 days (the time we had left until payday) and make decent meals out of it. We did have to buy some meat during that week and some eggs but we had enough veggies and rice/lentils/quinoa to last long and boy did I have to get creative!

Because I tried to eat down the pantry, my kids and I were left with not much to go on yesterday. No leftovers (they ate the entire pot of lentils!) No meat in the freezer, no rice for fried rice or stir-fry, no soup.

I wanted to make Tuna sandwiches but forgot to make sourdough bread.  I also wanted to try to stick to an on plan meal because I noticed I started gaining again as I have been liberal with my crossovers.

So I made these bad boys! 

THM tuna cakes

2 cans tuna ,drained (I accidentally got the ones in oil so I omitted the coconut oil)

1 egg

1 Tbsp almond flour

1 Tbsp flax meal

1/2 tsp baking powder

1 Tbsp dill

salt and pepper to taste

(I would add 1 Tbs coconut oil if your tuna is in water)

Butter/Coconut oil for frying.

Fry them up in a cast iron pan until puffy and crispy, flipping once. 

They were AWESOME! Because they were so frugal (Less than $5 for all of them!) I wanted to give them a fancy name so I tried calling them Trim Healthy Mama Croquettes, but my kids called them “Tuna Cakes” so it stuck. Call them whatever you want, but they are tasty an frugal, and tasty…right I said that.

I ate mine with  as side of buttery broccoli, and my kids had homemade ketchup and buttery broccoli with theirs to add more carbs. In the future, I will make theirs with soaked brown rice.

What is your favorite “I made this up” meal?