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Redeeming the Table

sharing stories, hospitality & food with friend & stranger

Redeeming the table shares stories of faith & life around the table, while utilizing real food focusing on the Paleo diet and extending hospitality to welcome others to it.  Kamille Scellick is the voice behind Redeeming the Table, and she speaks candidly and openly of her own story, struggles, and triumphs in sharing the table.  She is a mom to three girls, one who has special needs.  She is the wife to Ben.  She loves Jesus.

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Apple & Sunbutter Sandwich Donuts


We have three more days left in our Whole30 journey as a family, where we have forgone all grains, legumes, dairy & sugars for 30 days.  And I can honestly say that I have felt so much more invigorated since the arrival of Caprice.

She is still not anywhere close to sleeping through the night, and around Day 4-6, I got this peak of energy.  No 2:00-3:00 slump.  I wasn't in need of caffeine.  Rather, my body was responding from the sugar coma I had stupified it with.  

Our girls have asked for candy at daddy's work (there's a candy dish) or milk.  But our answer, "No, you can't."  They've asked why?  To which, "because we're not eating sugar, milk, or any of that right now as a family.  We are saying no together."  

It seems like we are vigilant by other's standards; but, I liken it to teaching our girls (and us) how to recognize our bodies cues.  How to know when one is satiated.  How to distinguish between a good eating choice and a poor one.  How to view food not as evil, but very good.  


Where are we going to go from here?  

Well, I plan on creating an eating plan, similar to a menu plan.  My body responds really well to eating Paleo.  In fact, my milk production is better.  Caprice is less fussy (except the bedtime hour).  Although I am not working out at Jogo, I am already back into my pre-pregnancy jeans.  I plan on continuing to eat this way by adding in planned concessions through the week.  

Think about it.  It's like a food budget.  If you had $50 free spending money once a month, decisions of spending would be done more conservatively.  Same goes with the food budget, in order to not slip back into patterns that create aches, anxiety & weight load.  I'm convinced that the food we put into our bodies can either fuel it to run the marathon or cause us to peter out in a sprint.  

All that to say, the hardest part of eating this way for the whole family is the extra food prep & cooking load put upon me.  I am constantly thinking of new ways to do snacks for the girls, as raw veggies in the winter are unappealing and not as accessible locally.  What I have discovered is Apple Sandwiches.  The girls LOVE them!  In fact, when I have forgotten to defrost the meat for dinner, which meant no leftovers the following day...these sandwiches have saved me for V's lunch.  


Apple & Sunbutter Sandwich Donuts (printable recipe)

I use Once Again Organic Sunbutter, which has no salt or sugar added from Azure Standard.  


One apple (or however many you'd like), washed and sliced into 1/4 inches


Various fillings: coconut, raisins, cinnamon, chopped cashews,


Thinly slice the top and bottom off the apple (discard from sandwich making, or when you're not looking your child grabs to eat).  Slice the apple into 1/4 inch slices.  Take a corer and remove the middle of each slice.  Spread generous amount of sunbutter on one side.  Fill it up how you like.  Top with the other slice.  Slice in half like a sandwich, remove the top of one and eat them separately like Tay does.  

Eat them as a lunch, snack or breakfast accompaniment.  

Day 8: The Ministry of Food

My ENFJ comes out when given the opportunity to teach others, specifically in my areas of expertise or passion.  I didn't quite realize how food and teaching intertwine in my soul bursting forward, in order to get people in the kitchen.  I desire to see both foodie and non to find their place in cooking, in order to find more of themselves and others as they share the food they've created.  

The other part of my ENFJ is making sure everyone is included.  I've never been okay when someone was on the outskirts.  It's why I like leading in groups, because I'm constantly examining the group to see if there is someone who is left out.  And so the story goes when I meet someone with a food intolerance or allergy.  I want them to feel included in this most tangible of gifts.  Today I'm sharing at Mom Heart on this very topic, The Ministry of Food.  Come on over. 

i miss you


Zero to one, one to two, two to three.   Every transition is hard and unique in it's own way.  Our freedom, our dying to ourselves was profoundly hard.  

People singing poetic of their firstborn, sloppily dripping, head over heels in love.  Never of the fear, the zombie like feedings, nipples blistered, crying never to relent, counting down to finally hit a month.  I miss those first days with her.  I wish I could hit rewind to cherish it.

Gazes upon these mountain ridge lips, sandy blonde hair, suckling and hand clenched around my finger.  I see you sweet Storey girl...I see you in her.  Wanting to eat this time up with what could be my last, but divided heart & mind with two older girls.  

Strong and resilient.  Mothers walk through fields of guilt giving relentlessly and when not giving, the heart floods with "should be doing more."  These Satan lies leak in and deceive me.  They tell me I won't ever be fit to do enough.  They tell me I need to be giving more.  They remind me of how much I've already failed.

Oh sweet big girl.  I miss you.  "When will you be able to snuggle again Mama," you ask?  Oh how the arrow shoots through.  

Oh middle big/little sister.  I miss you. "Mama, Mama, Mama!  Mama, I'm talking to you!  Look at me, look at me!" you persistently call.  Please know I'm wanting to answer, it's that I'm so tired.  

Oh littlest of the crew.  I see you.  You are not missed, but constantly attached.  "Cry, Cry, Cry!" you cry.  "Suck, suck, suck," you nurse.  I love these moments that I'll never get back.  I wish at times it was like this with your big sister, when just one.  

I miss being able to stop and read a book without a crying baby needing me.  I miss snuggling easily while papa is working evening hours.  I miss us.  I miss the lazy summer when Caprice was still inside, but I'm also thankful she's in my arms.  

Pinterest quotes roaming around how if we don't listen to our children when they're little with the little things, they won't come to us with the big things when they get big make me puke.  If there isn't more leaps of guilt to add to this already tired soul.  

Know that I miss you Veronica.  Know that I miss you Cadence.  And know that I miss us Ben.  We will find our footing again.  We will find our new rhythm, dancing to the beat of our new family drum--I'm confident.  But, right now, in this very moment, I'm just a little sad we have to wade through the hard to get to the glory.  

I'm Kamille-Welcome!

Wife to Ben. Mama to three beautiful girls. I cook, bake & eat. Food, hospitality, & sharing our stories just might change the world. 

Wife to Ben. Mama to three beautiful girls. I cook, bake & eat. Food, hospitality, & sharing our stories just might change the world. 




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