Kale Chips

Happy Boxing Day, Cradled in Joy followers! I’ve gotten you a present: kale chips! Here, try a bite…


Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize your computer doesn’t have the food teleporter attachment. Well, I hope you don’t mind my chewing sounds while I type. What? You don’t hear those either? Well, that’s nice at least!

You’re probably wondering: why is a birth doula giving me a recipe for kale chips? The answer is simple: Whether you’re growing a fetus, feeding a picky toddler, or just plain going about your business, kale is phenomenal for your health. It’s high in fiber; vitamins A, C, and K; minerals including calcium, iron, and manganese; and, as vegetables go, it’s even quite protein-rich. I encourage you to try it served all sorts of ways–in soups, as a salad green, blended into a smoothie, sautéed with garlic in butter. But kale is a strong-tasting vegetable, and not every toddler (or, let’s be honest, every mama) enjoys leafy greens as much as we know we should.

But you know what I bet you–and your toddler–enjoy more than you should? Potato chips. I know my four year old can be set into a mania of wheedling by just the sight of a potato chip bag–“Please, Mommy, PLEEEEAAASE?!?!” But what’s more, she can be set into the same frenzy by a bag of kale chips. That’s right, my preschooler begs for kale. (And, to preserve the mystery, I confess to limiting her intake: “Oh, gee, honey, I dunno. I reckon you’re gonna have to eat more of your [whatever else I served, that is doubtless less healthy] before I can give you any more kale!”)

So here’s my recipe, simplified from my friend Chelsea’s Real Food‘s utterly-amazing-but-too-complex-for-simple-cooks-like-me version (hers is available Saturdays at the Athens Farmers Market, and you know you want some!):

1 bunch of kale (I prefer crinkly varieties–they maintain more height, like potato chips with ridges, but you may prefer the smooth kind)
a couple Tbsp lemon juice (bottled is fine by me, though Chelsea uses fresh)
a couple Tbsp olive oil
about 1 tsp salt
a goodly shake (1/4 cup?) of nutritional yeast (yes, I know, this is a semi-obscure ingredient, but not expensive; in the Athens, Ohio, area it can be found at the Farmacy or the Bulk Food Depot, and it is crucial to this recipe)

In a large mixing bowl, stir together the lemon juice, olive oil, salt, and nutritional yeast.
Wash your kale, rip it off the stalks and into bits about 4″ across. Discard the stalks (or save them for making broth!). Toss the kale pieces in the dressing, then rub them briskly in your hands until they reduce in volume by almost half.
Lay the kale pieces in a single layer in a food dehydrator and process till done. Time will vary depending on your dehydrator (mine is an antique with no fan and takes about a day; the nicer kind are done in a couple hours). You can also dehydrate food in a low oven, about 200*, though I’m the sort of dum-dum who manages to burn everything that way. Dehydrators are only about $25 these days, and my family eats rather a lot of kale chips and apple chips (bonus recipe: slice apples and put them in the dehydrator. That’s all).


What Should I Do?

From the moment you find yourself standing in a pharmacy staring at the eight bazillion home pregnancy test choices (plus or minus? one line or two? digital?), parenthood is an unending parade of decisions that need making.

Where's the plus sign??

Doctor or midwife? Hospital or home? Cloth or disposable? Breast or bottle? Amniocentesis? Circumcision? Vaccines? Soft cheeses? Stay home or return to work? Work from home? Prenatal yoga? Postnatal yoga? Moxibustion? Caffeine? Weekly vaginal checks? Herbal supplements? Placenta encapsulation? What if you go past your due date? What if the ultrasound indicates a problem? What if your kid drops out of high school, or is gay, or likes football? How will you discipline? Which car seat should you buy? What color should you paint the nursery? Are you even allowed to paint the nursery?

It is the great blessing of the time in which we live that answers are only a few keystrokes away. I know only one person, a music librarian specializing in the obscure, who has in the last decade managed to query Google and get zero results. When it comes to pregnancy, birth, and parenting, every question has been asked, and every question has been answered. There are dozens of reputable websites staffed by credentialed medical professionals providing answers to all the common, and most of the uncommon, maternity questions. There are forums, blogs, Facebook, and the lady behind you in line at the grocery store, too. And, as you will know by the time your pregnancy shows, they all have opinions.

Obviously some of these sources are more reliable than others. Late in my first pregnancy, the teenager bagging my groceries scolded me for buying a 40-pound sack of cat litter. My CNM, on the other hand, had told me to continue my normal activities, just taking a little extra care of my balance and posture. Trusting that my provider knew more about the matter than the bagger, I went ahead and lifted the sack of cat litter. (I also would have taken her advice that people who have lived with cats all their lives, and do not currently have kittens, are at low risk of a toxoplasmosis infection and can safely change cat litter—except cat litter is already one of my spouse’s chores.)

But what happens when the opposing recommendations come from less clear sources than midwife vs. grocery clerk? What if it’s your mother in law versus your best friend from high school? One pregnancy book versus another? Google answers versus a moms’ group on Facebook? What’s worse: a 1:100 chance of mildly bad outcome, or a 1:10,000 chance of very bad outcome? What happens when your sense of what’s best for society doesn’t align with what’s best for your family?

You can try to seek information, you can make lists of pros and cons, tabulate prices and time commitments and what the neighbors will think. But often there is no one right way. In fact, there is almost never a bright and shining sign from the heavens: “Go this way, Mother, and your child will be well, you will be well, and no one will wind up in therapy.” The secret of parenthood – perhaps of life – is this: you do the best you can. You learn, you listen, you reflect, and the you decide. You do the best you can with what you’ve got. Maybe later you learn something new, something that would have made you choose differently. That’s okay. You did the best you could. Maybe your kid grows up to deal hard drugs to children. That’s… Well, that’s not okay. But you couldn’t have known that would happen when you chose the pregnancy test with the + sign.

So cut yourself some slack. Allow that sometimes you’ll be wrong. Sometimes there will be no right. Sometimes you’ll do everything right and things will somehow still go wrong. Sometimes you’ll wish you’d chosen a celibate life as a crazy cat lady and never seen that dratted + sign at all. Except in the next breath – or more likely in the same one – you’ll never wish that at all.

How the YMCA and the Village People can help your Breastfeeding Relationship


I don’t know anyone who has breastfed; how will I get the support I need?

You will have to build your own support network, but don’t worry there is help out there!  There are many online communities like kellymom.com as well as local support groups like La Leche League that can help you connect with other nursing mothers.  I like to use the acronym YMCA to help other moms find some village people to help establish the support they need:

Y-Your family (your husband and mom can be very influential cheerleaders)

M-Medical professionals (find a lactation consultant and a good pediatrician)

C-Community groups for breastfeeding (La Leche League, Breastfeeding USA)

A-Any breastfeeding moms you know (new mom’s groups, church, high school friends, etc)

My breastfeeding story

To illustrate, I’d like to share my breastfeeding journey, and how the Village People and my YMCA saved my breastfeeding relationship. You might have a baby who is an expert nursling, but you might also need all the help you can get!

3rd Trimester

The Road Block: Lack of Knowledge

The Village People: Birth Class

The Support:  My husband and I signed up for a birth class that offered a FULL CLASS of breastfeeding education, and an introduction to the concept of a doula, who was essential to our birth and breastfeeding support.

The birth

The Road Block: A broken tailbone and a baby who wouldn’t latch

The Village People: A doula and my husband

The Support: Our doula went above and beyond, stayed for FOUR HOURS after our birth and called her mentor for instructions on how to teach my husband to hand express colostrum while I was out of commission.

The first few days

The Road Block: A refusal to latch, jaundice, weight loss, painful engorgement

The Village People: my mom, 2 IBCLC’s, a lactation counselor, and our pediatrician

The Support:  The hospital lactation consultants worked tirelessly to help us out, and my mother supported me through tearful phone calls at all hours of the day. At our first Ped appointment, our pediatrician could have just handed us a can of formula, but instead she rushed us into see a lactation counselor, who taught me how to use a breast pump to relieve engorgement and how to feed my son a bottle until we could get a latch.

Six weeks

The Road Block: Pain, and lots of it

The Village People: My husband, our childbirth educator, an IBCLC, and a cranial-sacral therapist

The Support:  Thanks to the pump and bottle, our son was gaining weight, but the latch was still wrong.  I thought about giving up, but my husband encouraged me to speak to our childbirth educator, who referred me to an IBCLC.  She diagnosed an upper lip tie and taught me how to adjust my son’s latch.  It helped a little, and combined with a referral to a cranial-sacral therapist, our son was finally latching pain-free within a month.

2 months

The Road Block: Colic and later, projectile vomit after every feeding

The Village People: A lactation consultant, a pediatrician and a mommy friend

The Support: The lactation consultant was able to diagnose an oversupply issue and the pediatrician suggested my son might have a dairy allergy.  A mommy friend helped me adjust to the new diet, and within days the hours of endless screaming had stopped.

4 months

The Road Block: Teething and biting

The Village People: Nurse and Chat

The support: Within a few minutes at Nurse and Chat, a lactation consultant gave me several tips to help me nurse a teething baby who was using me as a teething ring. It was that easy, but imagine if I had never gone in!

8 Months:

The road block: A lack of sleep from a babe who wanted to nurse all night

The Village People: La Leche League, New Mom’s Group, and our pediatrician

The support: Old friends from my New Mom’s Group suggested I read the No Cry Sleep Solution, and my local La Leche League had it to borrow from their lending library.  Our pediatrician gave us words of encouragement at our son’s nine-month appointment, and it really helped to lift our spirits.

And beyond:

I know that as my son approaches toddlerhood, our nursing relationship will change again.  Because I have my own personal YMCA, I will know whom to call to get my answers so that I can have true success feeding my child.  For all you expectant and nursing mothers out there, I hope that you can also build a network to support you through your breastfeeding years