Grain Free Teething Biscuit Recipe

  • I’ve been looking for one of these recipes for a while. And had no luck. Lots of gluten free ones floating around but nothing that was totally grain free. So, I invented my own. These have passed the baby test and the 5 year old test. And my test for that matter. They aren’t great to my adult tastebuds but definitely not bad either.

So, here goes.

Grain Free Teething Biscuit


  • 2 Cups Coconut Flour
  • 1/2 Cup Arrowroot Powder
  • 1/2 tsp. Sea Salt
  • 1/2 Cup Almond Meal
  • 2 Free Range Eggs
  • 4 tablespoons Raw Coconut Syrup (Could be replaced with Stevia or honey if the baby is over a year old. Just add extra Yogurt in it’s place to reach desired consistency)

    Raw Coconut Sap/Syrup

    Raw Coconut Sap/Syrup

  • 2+ cups Plain Yogurt (I used homemade so it was kinda runny with lots of whey)
  • 1/3 Cup Extra Virgin Coconut Oil in liquid state (just has to be gently warmed if the kitchen is too cold)
  • Smidge of Vanilla


Mix Coconut Flour, Arrowroot flour and Sea Salt in a bowl. Add 2 eggs and Yogurt along with the Coconut Syrup and Vanilla and Coconut Oil. Mix thoroughly. Dough should be stiff and moist, similar to playdough. Can add extra Yogurt as needed to reach desired consistency. Recruit help with this stage as needed.

Doodlebug helping me to mix grain free teething biscuits

Doodlebug helping me to mix grain free teething biscuits

In a small pyrex baking dish spray with Olive Oil or rub down with butter or coconut oil. Sprinkled 1/2 of the Almond Meal over the bottom of the pan. Dump dough into pan and gently pat down with fingertips until even. Sprinkle the rest of the Almond Meal over the top.

I baked mine at 250 degrees for 2 hours in an attempt to make it a dryer texture. Next time I will try it at a higher heat for a shorter period of time and see how we fare.

Sliced grain free teething biscuits

Sliced grain free teething biscuits

When you pull them out of the oven and they are still warm cut them with a butter knife. As they cool they will draw apart and be very easy to remove from pan. Once cooled I put them in a quart ziplock bag and store them in the freezer. Whenever the little man needs something to knaw on they are super easy to pull out! He LOVES them. 😀

Caleb wolfing down the teething biscuits

Caleb wolfing down the teething biscuits

If you try them let me know what you think! Just a note about the texture…Although the outside is slightly crunchy it quickly softens up with some gnawing. Coconut flour is extremely soft and can be easily chewed/broken up by little gummy mouths. Caleb hasn’t had any choking issues at all with these and we introduced them at 7 months old.


– I still love coffee. Just incase anybody was afraid that since my last mention of coffee in a blog post my love had waned or faded away. It hasn’t. Which reminds me. I’m so grateful I get to drink coffee in the house now. I remember the early days of marriage when DaMan disliked the smell of it so much the garage was the assigned brewing place. French Pressing it on the kitchen counter top in style these days. Oh yeah.

– Speaking of DaMan. He’s been on a home improvement kick lately. He fixed the washing machine. Twice. He put a ceiling fan up in the living room so we could stop running box fans in there in order for it not to be so miserably hot in there. He replaced the flickering-pathetic light in the kitchen with this glorious bright as sunlight huge super-light thingie. He’s steadily working on getting that bargain of an above ground pool he scored off of craigslist up and running before the end of summer. All in all he rocks. Did I mention he has done all of this within the past month? And in between all of the above he also organized the disaster of a garage from top to bottom. I now have a disaster of a bonus room to organize since all of the garage surplus was graduated to the house to be sorted, culled, properly boxed up with appropriate labels and returned to garage. I get a big silly grin on my face when I admire the garage from the house. He’s just amazing.

– Despite the fact that the garage is organized and looking fantastic I am still avoiding it. And the compost pile. And the garden. All the gardens. And I pick my way through the yard these days intently scanning the ground ahead as though I were attempting to make my way through a minefield. Yes, this is me in snake mode. Snake mode necessitated by the sighting of two snakes (quite possibly one and the same, but for the sake of me attempting to justify my paranoia we’ll call it two) The first sighting was just a few feet outside our main doors in the veggie garden. Well, what should have been a veggie garden but that is now a thriving bed of weeds. The second sighting was within a few feet of the garage. My thoroughly and freely admitted irrational fear of snakes is in hyper mode knowing they are so very near our abode.

Not that I would ever admit to waking up a dozen times per night to make sure no snake has made it’s way into my kids beds. Or that I randomly gasp and freeze multiple times per day upon sighting black electric cords or Doodlebugs green rope laid out in strategic snake like positions throughout the house. Heaven help me if I actually ever sight a real live snake. Something about having a baby has rendered whatever stoicism I might have had once upon a time on the subject of snakes to be null and void. Sheer hysteria quickly followed by a heart attack is likely to be the side effect of me encountering a live slither thing. I need a mongoose. NEED. yes. it’s a NEED. Wonder what government agency would have to be appealed in order to legally obtain a mongoose? Hmm. <writing note to self: research mongoose ownership>

– Babies are wonderful inventions. I’ve recently heard it randomly enquired of the universe by various people upon sighting different babies “Oh my goodness why are you SO CUTE???” My pragmatic reply “to ensure their survival” was received with mildly disturbed looks. It’s true though. I’m convinced that if the needy packages that are babies were housed in anything less than the adorable bundles of chubby, toothless grinning drool bundles that they are the human race would become extinct. God knew what He was doing when he made baby everything so stinkin’ cute.

One of my besties and her precious youngest girlie LB

One of my besties and her precious youngest girlie LB

– DaMan got me a sewing machine for our Anniversary. I am beside myself excited over this. I’ve admired it for over a month and yet have not brought myself to try it. You see the bonus room is to be organized into a play room/reading room/music room/craft and sewing room (it’s pretty huge). Me being me I can’t bear to even try to sew with the wondrous machine until it’s space is all organized and carefully prepared and perfect. Please see random above to know why bonus room is such a wreck. This week it MUST be conquered and organized so I can attempt my first sewing project. I’m totally bribing myself with this. It’s like a big fat reward of a carrot dangling in front of a mountain of work. Sad that such blatant bribery of myself is so effective.

– Hope you have a cheery sun-shiny summery week. Sans snake sightings. Unless you love snakes. If that is the case hope you get to rub a leathery-live-snake or two. I want to move to Maui. Or New Zealand. Seriously. Life without snakes would be amAZing. (sigh) Yes, I’m such a snake-a-phobe I actually dream about making drastic moves in order to avoid them for the rest of my life. Maybe my Mongoose plan will work out though.

I’ll summon a recipe post within the next couple of days. I have a really cool teething biscuit grain free recipe I wanna write up and get posted soon. But only after that disaster of a room is dealt with. Work and then play. 😀


Part 4 Benjamin Franklin on Religion Quakers and Dunkers

Due to his long years serving the Assembly in Philadelphia both as a clerk and a member of the Assembly later Benjamin had a lot of insight and commentary on the Quaker sect as a whole. The assembly at that time was dominated by Quaker rule and it is amusing to read some of the creative ways Benjamin came up with to get progressive and community measures approved by them. Especially as it pertained to militia and any tax moneys going to fund anything with military or potential violence.

Benjamin Franklin Clerk of the Assembly

Benjamin Franklin Clerk of the Assembly

He made the observation a couple of times that it is easy for a religious structure to be anti-violence in it’s doctrines when the individuals and their families are not directly in harms way. He shares two stories to illustrate the difficulty of holding such a doctrine firm even by those who were firmly believe in the doctrines of no violence.

Since retelling what he took such pains to write seems an injustice the following will be in his own words.

The honorable and learned Mr. Logan, who had always been of that sect, was one who wrote an address to them, declaring his approbation of defensive war, and supporting his opinion by many strong arguments. He put into my h ands sixty pounds to be laid out in lottery tickets for the battery, with directions to apply what prizes might be drawn wholly to that service. He told me the following anecdote of his old master, William Penn, respecting defense. He came over from England, when a young man, with that proprietary and as his secretary.

It was war-time, and their ship was chas’d by an armed vessel, suppos’d to be an enemy. Their captain prepar’d for defense, but told William Penn and his company of Quakers, that he did not expect their assistance, and they might retire into the cabin, which they did, except James Logan, who chose to stay upon deck, and was quarter’d to a gun. The suppos’d enemy prov’d a friend, so there was no fighting; but when the secretary went down to communicate the intelligence, William Penn rebuk’d him severely for staying upon deck, and undertaking to assist in defending the vessel, contrary to the principles of Friends, especially as it had not been required by the captain. This reproof, being before all the company, piqu’d the secretary, who answer’d “I being thy servant, why did thee not order me to come down? But thee was willing enough that I should stay and help to fight the ship when thee thought there was danger.” 

My being many years in the Assembly, the majority of which were constantly Quakers, gave me frequent opportunities of seeing the embarrassment given them by their principle against war, whenever application was made to them, by order of the crown, to grant aids for military purposes. They were unwilling to offend the government, on the one hand, by a direct refusal; and their friends, the body of the Quakers, on the other, by a compliance contrary to their principles; hence a variety of evasions to avoid complying, and modes of disguising the compliance when it became unavoidable. 

The common mode at last was, to grant money under the phrase of its being for “The king’s use,” and never to inquire how it was applied. 

But, if the demand was not directly from the crown, that phrase was found not so proper, and some other was to be invented. As, when powder was wanting (I think it was for the garrison at Louisburg) and the government of New England solicited a grant of some from Pennsilvania, which was much urg’d on the House by GOvernor Thomas, they could not grant money to buy powder, because that was an ingredient of war; but they voted an aid to New England of three thousand pounds, to be put into the hands of the governor, and appropriated it for the purchasing of bread, flour, wheat, or other grain. Some of the council, desirous of giving the House still further embarrassment, advis’d the governor not to accept provision, as not being the thing he had demanded; but he reply’d, “I shall take the money, for I understand very well their meaning; other grain is gunpowder,” which he accordingly bought, and they never objected to it.

Later he summarizes his opinion of the Quakers position against war and shares a story about a religious sect called the Dunkers. Since I had never heard of the Dunkers before reading this I found it especially interesting. Hope you do as well!

These embarrassments that the Quakers suffer’d from having establish’d and published it as one of their principles that no kind of war was lawful, and which, being once published, they could not afterwards, however they might change their minds, easily get rid of, reminds me of what I think a more prudent conduct in another sect among us, that of the Dunkers.  I was acquainted with one of its founders, Michael Welfare, soon after it appear’d. He complain’d to me that they were grievously calumniated by the zealots of other persuasions, and charg’d with abominable principles and practices to which they were utter strangers.

I told him this had always been the case with new sects, and that, to put a stop to such abuse, I imagin’d it might be well to publish the articles of their belief and the rules of their discipline.

He said that it had been propos’d among them, but not agreed to, for this reason: “When we were first drawn together as a society,” says he, “it had pleased God to enlighten our minds so far as to see that some doctrines, which we once esteemed truths, were errors; and that others, which we had esteemed errors, were real truths. From time to time He has been pleased to afford us farther light, and our principles have been improving, and our errors diminishing. Now we are not sure that we are arrived at the end of this progression, and at the perfection of spiritual or theological knowledge; and we fear that, if we should once print our confession of faith, we should feel ourselves as if bound and confin’d by it, and perhaps be unwilling to receive farther improvement, and our successors still more so, as conceiving what we their elders and founders had done, to be something sacred, never to be departed from.” 

 This modesty in a sect is perhaps a singular instance in the history of mankind, every other sect supposing itself in possession of all truth, and that those who differ are so far in the wrong; like a man traveling in foggy weather, those at some distance before him on the road he sees wrapped up in the fog, as well as those behind him, and also the people in the fields on each side, but near him all appears clear, tho’ in truth he is as much in the fog as any of them. To avoid this kind of embarrassment, the Quakers have of late years been gradually declining the public service in the Assembly and in the magistracy, choosing rather to quit their power than their principle. 

Part 3 Benjamin Franklin on Religion and Reverend Whitefield

For those of us who grew up in Christian circles avidly reading biographies of great Christian heroes of the faith the name of Mr. Whitefield in early American history will ring some bells. Due to this past reading about the famous (or infamous depending on the doctrinal leanings of the particular history book) pastor I found it particularly fascinating that he made it into Benjamin Franklin’s autobiography. Reading the first hand accounts from Benjamin himself is veryvery interesting. At least to me. 😀 Especially since he was curious about the same sort of details I am. Like how exactly a mans voice could possibly carry to SO many people in an outdoor setting without modern day sound equipment.

And so as we dive into 1739 in Dr. Franklins own words perhaps a picture of the man that he dedicated this portion of his autobiography to. I like pictures. Even old black and white ones that make me wonder if they really represent what the actual person looked like at all.

Reverend Whitefield

Reverend Whitefield


In 1739 arrived among us from Ireland the Reverend Mr. Whitefield, who had made himself remarkable there as an itinerant preacher. 

He was at first permitted to preach in some of our churches, but the clergy, taking a dislike to him, soon refus’d him their pulpits, and he was oblig’d to preach in the fields. The multitudes of all sects and denominations that attended his sermons were enormous, and it was a matter of speculation to me, who was one of the number, to observe the extraordinary influence of his oratory on his hearers, and how much they admir’d and respected him, notwithstanding his common abuse of them, by assuring them that they were naturally half beasts and half devils. It was wonderful to see the change soon made in the manners of our inhabitants. From being thoughtless or indifferent about religion, it seem’d as if all the world were growing religious, so that one could not walk thro’ the town in an evening without hearing psalms sung in different families of every street. 

And it being found inconvenient to assemble in the open air, subject to its inclemencies, the building of a house to meet in was no sooner propos’d, and persons appointed to receive contributions, but sufficient sums were soon receiv’d to procure the ground and erect the building, which was one hundred feet long and seventy broad, about the size of Westminster Hall; and the work was carried on with such spirit as to be finished in a much shorter time than could have been expected. Both house and ground were vested in trustees, expressly for the use of any preacher of any religious persuasion who might desire to say something to the people of Philadelphia; the design in the building not being to accommodate any particular sect, but the habitants in general; so that even if the Mufti of Constantinople were to send a missionary to preach Mohammedanism to us, he would find a pulpit at his service.

Mr. Whitefield, in leaving us, went preaching all the way thro’ the colonies to Georgia. The settlement of that province had lately been begun, but, instead of being made with hardy, industrious husbandmen, accustomed to labor, the only people fit for such an enterprise, it was with families of broken shop-keepers and other insolvent debtors, many indolent and idle habits, taken out of jails, who, being set down in the woods, unqualified for clearing land, and unable to endure the hardships of a new settlement, perished in numbers, leaving many helpless children unprovided for.

The sight of their miserable situation inspir’d the benevolent heart of Mr. Whitefield with the idea of building an Orphan House there, in which they might be supported and educated. Returning northward, he preach’d up this charity, and made large collections, for his eloquence had a wonderful power over the hearts and purses of his hearers, of which I myself was an instance.

I did not disapprove of the design but, as Georgia was then destitute of materials and workmen, and it was proposed to send them from Philadelphia at a great expense, I thought it would have been better to have built the house here, and brought the children to it. This I advis’d; but he was resolute in his first project, rejected my counsel, and I therefore refus’d to contribute.

I happened soon after to attend one of his sermons, in the course of which I perceived he intended to finish with a collection and I silently resolved he should get nothing from me, I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold. As he proceeded I began to soften, and concluded to give the coppers. Another stroke of his oratory made me asham’d of that, and determin’d me to give the silver, and he finish’d so admirably, that I empty’d my pocket wholly into the collector’s dish, gold and all. At this sermon there was also one of our club, who, being of my sentiments respecting the building in Georgia, and suspecting a collection might be intended, had, by precaution, emptied his pockets before he came from home.

Towards the conclusion of the discourse, however, he felt a strong desire to give, and apply’d to a neighbour, who stood near him, to borrow some money for the purpose. The application was unfortunately made to perhaps the only man in the company who had the firmness not to be affected by the preacher. His answer was, ” At any other time, Friend Hopkinsons, I would lend to thee freely; but not now, for thee seems to be out of thy right senses.”

Some of Mr. Whitefield’s enemies affected to suppose that he would apply these collections to his own private emolument; but I who was intimately acquainted with him (being employed in printing his Sermons and Journals, etc.) never had the least suspicion of his integrity but am to this day decidedly of the opinion that he was in all his conduct a perfectly honest man, and methinks my testimony in his favour ought to have the more weight, as we had no religious connection. 

He us’d, indeed, sometimes to pray for my conversion, but never had the satisfaction of believing that his prayers were heard. Ours was a mere civil friendship, sincere on both sides, and lasted to his death. 

The following instance will show something of the terms on which we stood. Upon one of his arrivals from England to Boston, he wrote to me that he should come soon to Philadelphia, but knew not where he could lodge when there, as he understood his old friend and host, Mr. Benezet, was removed to Germantown. 

My answer was, “You know my house; if you can make shift with its scanty accommodations, you will be most heartily welcome.” He reply’d, that if I made that kind offer for Christ’s sake, I should not miss of a reward. And I returned, “Don’t let me be mistaken; it was not for Christ’s sake, but for your sake.” One of our common acquaintance jocosely remark’d, that, knowing it to be the custom of saints, when they received any favour, to shift the burden of the obligation from off their own shoulders, and place it in heaven, I had contriv’d to fix it on earth.

The last time I saw Mr. Whitefield was in London, when he consulted me about his Orphan House concern, and his purpose of appropriating it to the establishment of a college.

He had a loud and clear voice, and articulated his words and sentences so perfectly, that he might be heard and understood at a great distance, especially as his auditories, however numerous, observ’d the most exact silence. He preach’d one evening from the top of the Courthouse steps, which are in the middle of Market-street, and on the west side of Second-street, which crosses it at right angles.

Both streets were fill’d with his hearers to a considerable distance. Being among the hindmost in Market-street I had the curiosity to learn how far he could be heard, by retiring backwards down the street towards the river, and I found his voice distinct till I came near Front-street, when some noise in that street obscur’d it. 

Imagining then a semi-circle, of which my distance should be the radius, and that it were fill’d with auditors, to each of whom I allow’d two square feet, I computed that he might well be heard by more than thirty thousand. This reconcil’d me to the newspaper accounts of his having preach’d to twenty-five thousand people in the fields, and to the antient histories of generals haranguing whole armies, of which I had sometimes doubted.

By hearing him often, I came to distinguish easily between sermons newly compos’d, and those which he had often preach’d in the course of his travels. His delivery of the latter was so improv’d by frequent repetitions that every accent, every emphasis, every modulation of voice, was so perfectly well turn’d and well plac’d, that, without being interested in the subject, one could not help being pleas’d with the discourse; a pleasure of much the same kind with that receiv’d from an excellent piece of musick. This is an advantage itinerant preachers have over those who are stationary, as the latter can not well improve their delivery of a sermon by so many rehearsals.

His writing and printing from time to time gave great advantage to his enemies; unguarded expressions, and even erroneous opinions, delivered in preaching, might have been afterwards explain’d or qualifi’d by supposing other that might have accompani’d them, or they might have been deny’d; but litera scripta monet.

Critics attack’d his writings violently, and with so much appearance of reason as to diminish the number of his votaries and prevent their encrease, so that I am of opinion if he had never written any thing, he would have left behind him a much more numerous and important sect, and his reputation might in that case have been still growing, even after his death, as there being nothing of his writing on which to found a censure and give him a lower character, his proselytes would be left at liberty to feign for him as great a variety of excellent as their enthusiastic admiration might wish him to have possessed.

Benjamin Franklin as represented by a reinactor

Benjamin Franklin as represented by a reinactor


Part 2: More of Benjamin Franklin on Religion and Personal Discipline

Excerpts taken from Benjamin Franklins Autobiography.

My list of virtues contain’d at first but twelve, but a Quaker friend having kindly informed me that I was generally thought proud, that my pride show’d itself frequently in conversation; that I was not content with being in the right when discussing any point, but was overbearing, and rather insolent, of which he convinc’d me by mentioning several instances, I determined endeavouring to cure myself, if I could, of this vice or folly among the rest, and I added Humility to my list, giving an extensive meaning to the word.

I cannot boast much success in acquiring the reality of this virtue, but I had a good deal with regard to the appearance of it. I made it a rule to forbear all direct contradiction to the sentiments of others, and all positive assertion of my own. I even forbid myself, agreeably to the old laws of our Junto, the use of every word or expression in the language that imported a fix’d opinion, such as certainly, undoubtedly, etc, and I adopted, instead of them, I conceive, I apprehend, or I imagine a thing to be so or so; or it so appears to me at present. When another asserted something that I thought an error, I deny’d myself the pleasure of contradicting him abruptly, and of showing immediately some absurdity in his proposition; and in answering I began by observing that in certain cases or circumstances his opinion would be right, but in the present case there appear’d or seem’d to me some difference, etc. 

I soon found the advantage of this change in my manner; the conversations I engag’d in went on more pleasantly. The modest way in which I propos’d my opinions procur’d them a readier reception and less contradiction; I had less mortification when I was found to be in the wrong, and I more easily prevail’d with others to give up their mistakes and join with me when I happened to be in the right. 

And this mode, which I at first put on with some violence to natural inclination, became at length so easy, and so habitual to me, that perhaps for these fifty years past no one has ever heard a dogmatical expression escape me. And to this habit (after my character of integrity) I think it principally owing that I had early so much weight with my fellow-citizens when I proposed new institutions, or alterations in the old, and so much influence in public councils when I became a member; for I was but a bad speaker, never eloquent, subject to much hesitation in my choice of words, hardly correct in language and yet I generally carried my points.

In reality, there is, perhaps, no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself; you will see it, perhaps, often in this history; for even if I could conceive that I had compleatly overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility. 

Benjamin Franklin

Benjamin Franklin

This following section is his account of a period of time where he attended regular sermons given by a controversial pastor and ended up embroiled in the fight on behalf of the pastor writing pamphlets for his defense.  Illustrates all too well that church splits and religious controversy on this soil pre-dates even the founding of the US as an independent country.

About the year 1734 there arrived among us from Ireland a young Presbyterian preacher, named Hemphill, who delivered with a good voice, and apparently extempore, most excellent discourses, which drew together considerable numbers of different persuasion, who join’d in admiring them. Among the rest, I became one of his constant hearers, his sermons pleasing me, as they had little of the dogmatical kind, but inculcated strongly the practice of virtue, or what in the religious stile are called good works.

Those, however, of our congregation who considered themselves as orthodox Presbyterians, disapprov’d his doctrine, and were join’d by most of the old clergy, who arraign’d him of heterodoxy before the synod, in order to have him silenc’d. I became his zealous partisan, and contributed all I could to raise a party in his favour, and we combated for him a while with some hopes of success. There was much scribbling pro and con upon the occasion; and finding that, upon tho’ an elegant preacher, he was but a poor writer, I lent him my pen and wrote for him two or three pamphlets, and one piece in the Gazette of April, 1735. Those pamphlets, as is generally the case with controversial writings, tho’ eagerly read at the time, were soon out of vogue, and I question whether a single copy of them now exists.

During the contest an unlucky occurrence hurt his cause exceedingly. One of our adversaries having heard him preach a sermon that was much admired, thought he had somwhere read the sermon before, or at least a part of it. On search he found that part quoted at length, in one of the British Reviews, from a discourse of Dr. Foster’s. This detection gave many of our party disgust, who accordingly abandoned his cause, and occasion’d our more speedy discomfiture in the synod. I stuck by him, however, as I rather approv’d his giving us good sermons compos’d by others, than bad ones of his own manufacture, tho’ the latter was the practice of our common teachers. He afterward acknowledg’d to me that none of those he preach’d were his own; adding, that his memory was such as enabled him to retain and repeat any sermon after one reading only.

On our defeat he left us in search elsewhere of better fortune, and I quitted the congregation, never joining it after, tho’ I continu’d many years my subscription for the support of it’s ministers.