Category Archives: RV Life

Terrified of propane

While we were on our magical mystery RV tour (We’re back now. It was fun.) I realized that I was terrified of propane. I didn’t want to use it for anything if we could help it. I was afraid it would blow up. People have told me this is not the case but I didn’t want to take any chances.

We never used the stove or oven in the RV and had the fridge on the electric mode. I think that we probably used propane for the hot water heater because we only found out that it would run on electric when we were showing it to the man who would eventually buy the RV.

Anyway, cooking became challenging. We used our George Foreman grill and crock pot a LOT. But I wanted some over easy eggs. So we got a griddle.  We like veggies but since we would have to turn off the a/c in order to microwave them, we decided to get a steamer.

I found an very nice Black and Decker Flavor Scenter and Steamer at the Goodwill for $3. Score!

And we were set. Until I was looking for a snack one day and there were no hard boiled eggs (one of our favorite paleo go-tos) in the fridge. And I wondered, “Can I steam eggs to make them hard boiled?”

After a google search I found out that it was indeed possible and, so, another non-propane hurdle was crossed.

But here’s something I didn’t know until I actually steamed the eggs the first time. Not only is steaming the easiest way I have ever hard boiled eggs, they are extra easy to peel. Every single egg. Every single time. 🙂

Now I know you want to steam eggs too. Here’s how I did it.

I filled the water to the low mark.

Put a dozen eggs into the basket. It’s a perfect fit!

And steam for 25 minutes.

When the buzzer dings, you take the basket and plunge it into cold water.  Because of the holes in the bottom, plunging the eggs into the water becomes easier than any other method!

That’s it! Fabu hard boiled eggs that last longer than the ones that you bake in the oven and are easier to peel than any before. I wish you luck finding your own deluxe steamer at the Goodwill. 🙂

She ain’t heavy, she’s my…

…well, she is me.

And how would I really know how heavy I am? David persuaded me to leave my scale behind when we moved to Amarillo. His justification was that the RV isn’t so big that we have room for every little thing and he thought the scale would be better off in our bathroom in Bartlesville.

Well, it’s not JUST a little thing. How am I supposed to know if I’m gaining tons of weight here?

True confession time: I will admit that I’ve been addicted to the scale for many, many years. I have a history of disordered eating that I like to think I’m finally past. There are two things I can’t seem to let go of, though, and one of them is the scale.

Last weekend David had to attend some meetings in Dallas and I made plans to visit with my friend, Denise. I had a brilliant idea:

So I got there and even though I had eaten breakfast, had coffee, was in clothes, I was still 5 lbs less than I was when we left Bartlesville. My day was so HAPPY!

While I realize that basing my happiness on a scale number is ridiculous, I can’t tell you how terrified I was that I was just gaining weight hand over fist.

One of the things we decided prior to moving was that we would never have sugar or flour and anything “bad” in our RV home. There have been days when it’s been tough, usually David is gone and I’m missing him and a nice slice of chocolate cake sounds like a good idea.

But I haven’t given in. David almost did. And it crushed me.

When we were shopping on Saturday, all of a sudden, I saw a package of flour tortillas in the shopping cart.

Me: Are you really going to buy those and bring them into the RV?

Him: Yes.

Holy cow. I was crushed. I mean seriously, I felt betrayed. It must have been on my face like my emotions are a lot and he eventually put the tortillas back on the shelf. I thanked him.

We have been eating mostly Paleo since November of 2010. What I know about that is that we feel so much better when we eat this way. But I have a big sweet tooth and an incredible ability to follow a bad idea (foodwise) to it’s hurtful (oh my aching joints!) conclusion. I knew that if those tortillas got into the RV, it would be the beginning of the end.

David travels and I know he doesn’t eat as healthfully when he’s on the road. He really needs to let that be the only time.

We are heading home for Labor Day weekend. I will visit the scale and it’s very likely I will bring it back with me. I can always store it under the mattress. 🙂