*Disclaimer: Author was provided products by Katz Gluten Free at no cost for review. Author was not compensated in any way for her opinion, and the following review is her own opinion, in her own words.
I currently live in Eastern Kentucky, where anything natural and/or organic is hard to find, and gluten free is nearly impossible. What I have been able to find is a far cry from what anyone would hope it to be. Gluten free products are generally dry, rubbery, and – worst of all – gritty. Many lack in flavor. My first real craving during my pregnancy with Bean (before I even knew I was pregnant!) was donuts. The only gf donuts I was able to find at that time were overly dense and heavy, and the donuts themselves lacked in flavor. I was disappointed, and never did get that craving fulfilled.
Several weeks ago, the donut craving bit me again. (No, not pregnant this time! Breastfeeding cravings are worse than the pregnancy cravings, for me.) I was visiting my family in a larger city, where I figured the gf selection would be quite a bit better than where I’m located. Unfortunately, the few stores we were able to visit in the short time we were there were disappointing.
On our last day there, I started an earnest online search before everyone started getting up. I found a review for Katz Gluten Free donuts online, and looked to see if they were sold in that area. In my rush to find a store, I messaged Katz Gluten Free, using the Contact Us form, not thinking about the fact it was a Saturday, and it was unlikely that anyone would be there to answer my message. Shortly after, I found the “locate retailers” link on the website, and was able to find a store we could stop at to get a few things.
On the way home, Bear bought me the glazed, chocolate glazed, cinnamon, and powdered sugar donuts. It had been YEARS since I'd had a good donut, and almost 2 years since my last gluten free donut.
I was unable to resist when I got to the car, and ate two right away! They were light and airy, and not at all gritty. I reluctantly shared a couple bites with Bear, who is not strictly gluten free (though we are at home), and he agreed with me that these are INCREDIBLE!
Even as a chocolate lover, I have to say the powdered are my favorite. They take me back to my days as a kid, riding my bike to the gas station to pick up a pack of mini powdered donuts. The rest of the donuts were delicious as well! I was in heaven.
A few days after we got home, I received a response from Katz, telling me where I could buy their donuts, and recommending that I contact some of my local grocery stores to request them to carry Katz products, as well. I immediately sent emails to my local stores, then replied to the Katz representative that I had, told him how much I loved the donuts, and asked if they would be willing to send me a few things to review for the blog. They happily obliged, and last week I got a MUCH larger box than I expected!
In the box were the following: jelly donuts, chocolate rugelech, everything bagels, English muffins, blueberry muffins, chocolate cupcakes, marble loaf cake, small dinner rolls, whole grain bread, and another box of both glazed and powdered donuts! Here is my take on each one of these products.
Jelly Donuts: Wow! Jelly donuts were always my go-to any time I’d stop at a donut shop. Something about that gooey jelly and powdered sugar everywhere. These did not disappoint! The jelly is just as gooey as I remember, the powdered sugar is perfect, and the donut itself is light with a nice texture. The donut is a little on the dry side, and so is not chewy like I remember regular donuts being, but the jelly balances that out, and you should be eating these with coffee or tea, anyway ;)
Chocolate Rugelech: Rugelech is a traditional Jewish pastry, which look like little pinwheels. The pastry is dense, flakey, and almost crunchy, in the best way possible. Rolled in the pastry is a rich, smooth chocolate. I’m pretty sure it’s one of the first things I tried, and it’s been the hardest to stay away from!
Everything Bagels: I was a little sad that these were not pre-cut, as my experience with gf bagels in the past have been, let’s just say, disastrous. These were surprisingly easy to cut! After toasting, I put a bit of homemade butter on it. Amazing. The bagel was crunchy on the outside, warm and chewy on the inside. As with everything else I had tried thus far, it was not at all gritty (one of my main complaints of gluten free products). Bear and Bean both love the bagels, too!
English Muffins: Not pre-split, but, like the bagels, was easily split for toasting, though I used a fork for the muffin. Crisped perfectly on the outside, and was wonderfully chewy and hole-y on the inside, just like an English Muffin should be. Spread with butter, these have made the perfect addition to my and Bean's daily breakfast of eggs and sausage.
Blueberry Muffins: Warmed quickly in the microwave, these are delightfully sticky on top, the blueberries are whole and juicy, and the muffin is just the right sweetness. I am happy to say that Bean even got to enjoy some of – okay, half of – the first muffin I tried. Adding butter to the warmed muffin was a very, very good decision. :)
Chocolate Cupcakes: Decadent! These cupcakes are rich and fudgy, almost brownie-like. I made some buttercream frosting for them, though they would have been just as amazing without. I would say I’d try to save the rest of them for my birthday, but that is very, very unlikely. :D
Marble Loaf Cake: One of my dearest friends got married this past weekend, and I had the honor of photographing her wedding. If there’s one thing that makes me sad at weddings is no longer being able to eat any of the cake. Wedding cake, in my opinion, is just awesomeness. So I brought the marble loaf cake with us to the hotel. I was going to eat just enough to not feel bad for myself not having any wedding cake, but before I knew it, I had eaten half of the loaf! It is moist, cakey, and not overly sweet or rich. Perfectly balanced and absolutely delicious!
Small Dinner Rolls: Do you remember the dinner rolls you’d get at the restaurant? The ones fresh from the oven; hot, airy, and slightly sweet? Served with butter that melted on them right away… Well, you can have them again. I didn’t have the patience to toast them in the oven, so I popped them in the microwave instead. I could not have asked for anything better.
Whole Grain Bread: The sandwich bread was the only thing that did not far exceed my expectations. It was par for the course where gluten free bread is concerned. It was good, but slightly grainy and fell apart easily if not toasted. It did, however, make incredible French toast. ;)
Another thing that I love about Katz products is that many of them are dairy/soy free, in addition to being gluten free! Many people (like myself) with gluten intolerance also have dairy intolerance, and soy is one thing I’m supposed to avoid with my thyroid disorder. Also, the fact that all of these goodies are made with natural ingredients, I can feel safe giving Bean select items with no qualms. And best of all, for me, is the accessibility. Even though Katz is not sold nearby, I can still order online, and when I want something, simply pull it out of the freezer. Sure, I have an entire board of gluten free recipes on PInterest; but, let’s be honest, ain’t nobody got time for that! Okay, maybe I’m just lazy. And I’m okay with that.
I want to say a huge thank you to Katz for making gluten free delicious again, and for the opportunity to taste just a small selection of your products. You definitely have a customer and advocate for life!
Not only did Katz send me a huge box of goodies, they agreed to share some with my readers! 3 readers will receive a free sampler from Katz, which will include:
· 1 Slice of Whole Grain Bread
· 1 Slice of White Bread
· 1 Slice of Challah Bread
· 1 Powdered Donut
· 1 Chocolate Cupcake
· 1 English Muffin
· 1 Cookie
· 1 Rugelah
· 1 Slice of Marble Cake
To enter, follow the steps below. Enter and share away! I will be selecting the winners next Wednesday, June 17, 2015. Best of luck!
Sorry it’s been quiet the past week or so. We took a week to visit friends and family, and I took a break from the computer/social media/my phone (or at least tried to). It was very relaxing, and it was awesome getting to celebrate my mom achieving one of her life-long dreams to walk in commencement for her AA degree. Go, mom!
A few weeks ago, in an effort to raise funds to re-do the house, I held a yard sale. Aside from nearly everyone asking how much we’d take for Bean (sorry, he’s priceless), I have a few funny stories to share with you. Part of my sale included several items from a friend who was moving and didn’t have the time/space to hold her own.
One of the boxes she brought me contained a smaller box, which looked like a bracelet or watch box. Inside the box was a foam frame, which looked to me like it had held a pen, with a smaller slot on each side, each containing an AAA battery to the exact dimensions of said batteries. I was confused, and intended to take the box back into the house, but got caught up in laying everything out and forgot about it. Later, someone was going through my sale, and held the box up for my attention. “Are you seriously trying to sell an empty box with batteries?!” The question was posed to me incredulously. Apparently - and I had no idea - I had broken part of the sacred code of yard sales. Oops!
Another box from my friend contained several DVDs. A lady interested in several stated that she always checked to make sure that the DVD was in the case, since she had previously purchased several at a yard sale and come home with empty cases. I told her that I totally understood her need to check, but that I was trustworthy and would never try to scam anyone. The first one she opened was empty. 0.0
To my friend’s defense, I know she didn’t mean to give me an empty case, and both the yard saler and I laughed it off. I still love you, L!
One of my personal items in the yard sale was a solid wood nightstand. It’s a pretty thing, it just doesn’t match the look we’re going for, and it’s only one and I need symmetry. An older lady asked me what I was selling it for, and I told her that I was asking $30 for it (more than reasonable, in my book). She got really excited, and asked if I could load it into her car for her. As I was going to pick it up, another lady asked what I was taking for it, and I informed her, regrettably, that it had already been sold. As I walked towards the first lady’s car, the second lady left disappointed, got into hers, and drove away. When I got to the back of the first lady’s car, I noticed that she had three $1 bills in her hand. Three. Dollars. That was one big pile of Nope for me. As we stood at the back of her car, hatchback raised in anticipation of a new nightstand, I repeated myself. “I’m sorry, we’re asking $30 for the nightstand, not $3.” She gave me a look of shock, then of disappointment. She said didn’t have $30 on her, and even if she did, she obviously didn’t think the table was worth it. The table is back in the house, waiting for my next shot at a yard sale this weekend.
I have to tell on myself with this one. All of the curtains in our house I have despised since before I moved here. I had planned to replace them as the first thing, but never got around to it. When a lady asked if I had any curtains for sale, I overzealously raced into the house to pull down a couple panels. In my hurry to get rid of them and make a sale, I undersold myself less than half of what they were worth. -_- HOWEVER! During our trip last week, we were able to find replacement curtains that I LOVE for a very good deal at a discount store, so all is righted.
I still have a couple of piles of random things around the house, and I really hope to get rid of them this weekend. I’m also about to go through the one room I skipped when collecting things for the sale – the bathroom – and hopefully come up with a few more things (like hair accessories and nail polish I never use). Fingers crossed! Have you ever had something funny happen to you at a yard sale/flea market/etc? Tell me about it!
This has to be one of my favorite projects so far. I love the organized chaos of it! I've been seeing this project all over Pinterest and have been dying to do it myself. Even though I'm posting this in May, I did finish it last week, so it still counts for April ;)
Since I'm trying to keep costs down, I used as much as I could of what I already had on hand. I already had the white acrylic paint and paintbrush, Bear already had the nails and hammer. I got the plaque and nail-in hangers at Hobby Lobby for <$5 a couple months ago for something else, but ended up not using either. There were several hangers in the pack, so I got to use one for this project and have a couple left over. I'll probably use one or two for my birch tree painting so that I can actually hang it up and not have it sitting on a shelf.
The only thing I needed (not pictured) was the yarn. I got finger weight cotton yarn at Hobby Lobby for <$3. The nails Bear had ended up being a little too big, so I got some 3/4" (18 gauge) nails at Wal Mart for <$2. Altogether, the project cost me less than $10, which is awesome, since finished products like this easily cost $25+.
I started by applying a few layers of white acrylic paint, then let it dry overnight. In the meantime, I printed up the silhouette of the bear I used as an inspiration for my logo.
The next day, once the paint was dry, I taped the silhouette to the plaque as centered as I could, and nailed around the outline.
Once I finished nailing, I carefully pulled up the tape and tore off the paper. It was way easier than I thought it would be, and Bean even got to help some!
Bear had an excellent suggestion! In order to string the nails easier, I took apart a cheap pen I had, leaving myself with just the shell. I pulled the yarn through from the back out through the tip, knotted the end on a nail, and started stringing! This was by far my favorite part of the project. There was so much freedom in wrapping around random nails and watching the bear appear, with no specific steps to take. I made sure to wrap around each nail at least once, though some got 2-3 times, especially in the smaller places. Then I tied it off with Bear's help (seriously, 4 hands were needed for that part), and Bear hammered the hanger in the back, and it was all done!
I honestly wouldn't mind having several of these around the house. I already have some ideas for pieces to do as gifts for specific people. (Can't say who or what yet, don't want to ruin it!) What would you do if you did one? Your state? An animal? Specific character?
Did this inspire you? I'd love to see any projects that you have!
I am slowly but surely catching up on my photoblogs. This one is incredibly special to me, because it is my dear friend's son, who was less than 12 hours old when I got to meet him. I am so blessed to have had the chance to document this family's journey through breastfeeding, gender reveal, maternity, and now newborn photos. I never feel like I'm any good at writing blogs to go with the photos; I feel like my writing is forced and clutters the images. So, enjoy.
I had planned on today being a good day. I had planned to be crafty and enjoy my family and listen to music and watch Parenthood and eat some good food and generally be happy.
Instead, I'm crying in bed while I write this post. Bear is taking care of Bean, and I'd stay in bed all day if I could.
This week has been extra long and hard on me, emotionally and physically. I went to bed last night beyond exhausted and touched out. I woke up in tears and have been crying most of the morning. Part of it is that Bear has had to work extra this week. Another part, I feel like the doctors I've been seeing aren't taking my valid complaints seriously. Another? I was officially diagnosed with Hashimoto's.
I've been working out for 3 weeks and even though I see inches falling away, the scale hasn't budged.
Bean's been teething and nursing every 2 hours. (I love it most of the time, but sometimes I wish I could have 5 minutes to be a human being instead of a giant pillow/milk cow).
Something triggered me over my birth trauma on FB and it blew up in my face and I got hurt because someone I didn't even know said some things that ended up not even being directed at me.
I feel raw and vulnerable and in a deep despair. Hopefully a day doing my best to stick with my original plan will help get me out of this funk.
This is my late monthly house prettifying post, to catch up from March.
I wanted to keep these all decorating-type posts, but this was sooooo needed. So, the winter I was pregnant with Bean, I crocheted him a blanket. Bear told me it was SO pretty, and that I needed to make more to sell. I laughed and said no one would pay me enough to make more.
I was wrong.
A few months after Bean was born, a friend visited me and saw the blanket and couldn't stop raving! Then I had another friend ask if I could make the hooded bear cowls that have taken over Pinterest, and my crochet business took off! I have since started making nursing necklaces, stuffed toy and dolls, and baby accessories on top of the other things. With all these projects comes buying lots of yarn. LOTS of it. I mean, this stuff was ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE.
I had boxes behind the couch, boxes and bags ON the couch, in a tote that I took everywhere with me, and usually a skein or two laying somewhere else. Poor Bear constantly had to clear a place on the couch when he would get home from work just to be able to sit down! All this yarn everywhere also made it hard for me to keep inventory. On more than one occasion I have purchased yarn I already had... oops!
Last week, I decided to do something about it.
First, I organized all of my yarn by type. Bean helped. It looked like the needle art section of Hobby Lobby puked in my living room.
Believe it or not, even with all this yarn, there was STILL a mess behind the couch!
Then Bean and I walked over to the Family Dollar and grabbed 10 shoebox-sized totes. I was able to get most of my yarn in the totes! The only ones that wouldn't fit were my acrylic yarns, and I was able to put those in a smaller box. Now I keep my current project(s) in my tote, and that is the only thing that is on the couch (because that's the only place I can put it out of Bean's reach), and everything else is behind the couch, organized in a way that I know exactly where everything is! No more digging for yarn or having to clear space to sit down!
I'm looking forward to the projects that I have to empty these totes. Of course, that will mean that I'll need to fill them again ;) If anyone asks, my birthday is in August and I love Hobby Lobby! :D
I posted this article on my personal Facebook yesterday, with this statement, "Such a healing article. I have a difficult time in allowing myself any credit, but this was so validating to read. The mere minutes I had to make the decision, I was the bravest I have ever been. Since then, I have had to become the strongest I have ever been. And I can also say that I am now the most blessed I have ever been. Happy 10 months, Bean!"
A distant friend, who is/was a nurse (and who I don't think knows my story), responded with this, "It doesn't matter how a baby is born. My rule is always healthy mom healthy baby. I love birth plan mamas. They just have to remember I'm not the enemy!"
At first, it hurt and I jumped on the defensive. Of course it matters! I was absolutely not healthy! I was in excruciating pain and drugged so hard I barely remember the first week of my son's life! I have PTSD and post-partum anxiety!
But then, I thought... She has a point. I can see her side. Her job is to make sure that both mom and baby stay alive. Her, and the other nurses and doctors, have that responsibility to the mothers and babies. The issue that I am trying to work against is when their convenience becomes a hindrance to birthing mothers, such has restricted movement, birthing on the back, unnecessarily scheduled inductions/cesareans etc. But OBs and nurses are not automatically evil. In fact, I’ve met the OB that I plan to have a hospital birth with once I’m pregnant with #2. She is incredibly supportive of VBaCs (vaginal birth after cesarean), and even gave me statistics supporting VBACs at our initial meeting! Several of my mama friends have or are planning to birth with her, and have given her the highest praise. I feel comfortable with the thought of her providing my prenatal care and assisting me in the birth of my next child.
To me, it did matter how Bean was born. Imagine telling a girl who has planned her dream wedding all her life, has all the vendors paid for, and is getting ready to walk down the aisle, that she has to go to the courthouse and give up everything she has dreamed of, planned on, and paid for. In the end, she is still marrying the love of her life, but what was planned to be a pivotal day in her life has been reduced to almost nothing, comparatively, with none of the memories that she hoped for. For anyone who has not had a similar experience, this is the closest analogy I was able to come up with. In the end, though, we did both come out alive, and for that I am eternally grateful for.
Her statement, “I love birth plan mamas,” got me thinking a lot, though. I was a birth plan mama. Most of my friends are birth plan mamas. In fact, I sat on a pretty high horse with my birth plan. I was literally so set in my birth plan that I scoffed and rolled my eyes while filling out the paperwork required in case of a transfer. I whined to Bear about having to fill it out, and put it off as long as possible. I had a healthy pregnancy, why shouldn’t I have a healthy, normal, natural birth, like women have been having for eons? Isn’t that what the natural birth community preaches, that we were made for this? My mantra, like so many others, was, “I grew this baby, I can birth this baby.” Until I couldn’t.
Coming off of my high horse, the fall was hard. It left me breathless, bruised, and sore. I am grateful, in a way, though, because it opened my eyes. Namely, if I had not been so set on having a home birth, if my mind and heart had been more open to the possibility of something ending up differently, maybe I wouldn’t have suffered so much when plans did change. Perhaps my PTSD/anxiety would have been less, or even non-existent. If the Natural Birthing Community was more open to necessary medical interventions (as my midwife was), perhaps my friends who have had to have them in order to birth vaginally would not be so ashamed to admit so. Is there a chance that the natural birth community and modern medicine could live in harmony, rather than pitted against each other? Working together, maybe an outcome of “healthy mama, healthy baby” would become more often a reality, rather than a distant dream, as it is for so many. To the doctors and nurses and midwives and doulas who really do care about that, thank you. I appreciate you beyond what words can express.
On Facebook, my response was that I was not healthy, I had PTSD and anxiety due to my birth experience, which was met kindly by my nurse friend, but spurred another response which nearly broke my heart and has left me crying all morning.
A distant family member, who I doubt knows the story of Bean’s birth, made the joke that knowing birth could bring on “the same PTSD that soldiers come home from war with” was good birth control.
Oh. My. Heart.
I have PTSD, not because of birth, and, I think, even very little has to do with it ending in a c-section over a vaginal birth. It is from the situation surrounding Bean’s birth. To quote a previous blog post,
"In a matter of minutes, we went from our midwife telling Bear to get ready to catch his baby to our baby being born in a room full of strangers, with the only person in the room who loved him out cold on the table. If that is not traumatic, I don't know what is.”
My experience is rare, and shared in the hopes of 1) finding and offering solidarity with and to other women who have been through similar experiences and 2) to educate people who have not been. The last thing I want is for my experience to be used as something to scare women away from having children. Even though it was said in jest, I have been in tears over that statement since I logged into Facebook this morning. I will be honest and say that statements like these are what make me not want to share anything about my experience, but also spur me to do it. I would not change what I have been through for the world, and I am grateful every day that such a great blessing as Bean came out of what occurred. Despite this “joke”, I will continue to share and be vulnerable, even if I only reach one other person for the good with my experience.
Quick update on all of the goings-on in the Den.
Since my last Bean update, he has had his 9-month check up, and the physician’s assistant asked if he was waving or clapping yet. We told her no. What does he do two days later within 20 minutes? Claps and waves. Aha. And he does both all of the time now, but only for Bear and me.
He is crawling like a speed demon now. Remember the last update? About how he was Lieutenant Dan-ing it? Well, that stopped like maybe a week after I posted the update. Kinda like how he started clapping and waving. Goose. He now crawls like a pro on all fours, generally with a sock in his mouth. Don’t ask me why, he just loves socks. They’re all over the house.
He is a super cruiser now, too, pulling himself up on everything he can. Couch, table, chairs, his toy chest, me, Bear. We bought him a wooden walker toy, and at first he wasn’t sure of it. Within a week he was pulling himself up on it, and now he regularly walks with it. He is also standing himself up and standing unassisted for 5+ seconds at a time. His reach is getting longer, which means I can no longer work on my laptop on the couch, because he wants to play with it, too!
Bean's newest game is pulling everything down if it's up, and out if it's in. That includes, but is not limited to, the coffee table, the couch, the bed, his toy box, and laundry baskets (clean or dirty). Our house is the constant state of Tornado Bean Disaster now!
No words yet, but his vocabulary has expanded to saying, "Mmmmmmm" any time he wants something. And he's the Master of Raspberries now.
We all came down with a stomach bug, nasty thing. First, Bean got it, and since it was 24 hours after his shots, I thought it was a reaction to them. Until Bear, who rarely gets sick, got it a few days later. I was about 12 hours behind Bear. Ugh. It was pitiful, the two of us curled up on the couch watching Bean (who felt fine at that point) playing on the floor, trying to figure out who was able to move enough to change the next diaper. Haha! We all made it through, though, and no worse for wear.
I have been expanding my shop to include baby summer shoes and drool/suck pads for baby carriers! I’ve also been catching up on orders for these and other items, leaving me little time to stay up with the blog. I missed last month’s home decorating project, but I have several swirling around my crazy brain, and plan to do two this month to catch up.
I managed to finally finish “The Giver” quartet. I’ve been a huge fan of dystopian books since I read “Fahrenheit 451” in high school. I think the series is one of my favorites, now.
Bear has been working, working, working. We love having him home, though, and I love watching him play with Bean and marvel alongside me how quickly he is growing. Bear has also become obsessed with finding us a new family vehicle. Right now, he’s driving his well-loved truck to work, and we have a little neon for the 3 of us. He spends hours researching all of the different SUV’s and crossovers (he wants something that can haul a motorcycle trailer), and stops at a car lot at least every 2-3 days to check out what they have. If you have any suggestions on a good family vehicle that can last a growing family, please tell me in the comments! I’d love to know what has (or hasn’t) worked for you.
Boy, these past several months have gone by in a whirlwind! I have had a few photography sessions, and I need to catch up on sharing them!
I'm so excited to have had the chance to capture a few more precious moments of Sam still in-tummy before winter hit us hard. It was still super cold, though, and Kimberly was a total trooper during our outside portion of this shoot. Thank you for trusting me with these images, Kimberly <3
Maternity Sash by Bre's Baubles Bowtique
If there's one particular talent I have, it's making a short story long. So, here's how I nearly burned down the house twice this evening.
To start, Bean had shots yesterday. And apparently they didn't sit well with him today. If you have a squeamish stomach, you may want to skip to the next part. Unfortunately, with this round of shots, he had a restless night last night, requiring a few doses of Tylenol. This afternoon he got really lethargic, and then, right after Bear got home, started throwing up all over. After throwing up for about an hour, Bean finally fell into a deep sleep for a few hours. He woke up his bright-eyed self again. Shortly after, we decided to give him a bath. Something smelled funny, and I realized what it was as I was taking off his diaper. To call it foul-smelling is like calling sewage, rosewater. It was like a mixture of vomit and rotten yogurt. I gave him a good wipe-down before handing him over to Bear.
Bean's diaper pail reeked something beyond reeking, and we keep it, along with his changing table, in our room. So as soon as Bear had Bean in the bath, I threw all his diapers from today in the wash. The room still smelled.
I had a bright idea. Light a candle.
I chose the closest candle, an aromatherapy one from Bath and Body Works. This candle has to be at least 5 years old, if not older. Keep in mind, I'm pretty sure it has essential oils in it.
Shortly after lighting it, I realized that the wick was far too long, as the flames were leaping out of the small glass container. I had cleared around it on the dresser... not. It was a miracle something else hadn't caught fire. I tried blowing it out, but it was too strong. Almost catching the house on fire once: done.
First thought to put it out - douse it in water! I had filled up my water glass for the night shortly before, so I grabbed that and began to pour water into the candle glass.
That's the sound of thick glass breaking into several large chunks. The flames continued, but because I had tried to put out an oil flame with water, it was sputtering little blue sparks everywhere, and without the protection of a short glass wall. Nearly burning down the house a second time: done.
Thankfully, I was able to blow it out once the glass broke. Also, I thought it through this time, and instead of trying to clean it up right away, I let the glass chunks cool before getting the big pieces and vacuuming the floor.
Moral of the story: don't pour ice water onto a leaping-flamed candle? Don't light a candle to cover the stink of a dirty diaper? Something completely different? I'm not sure, you decide.
Tonight, I'm just glad I didn't burn the house down.
Mama Bear of one Baby Bear, Bean, who both love Papa Bear, and live in a crafty, gluten-free cozy den.