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Snack Attack

  
Since school started, we have had a bunch of after school snack sessions like this,”Here’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk.  And a banana.  And a bowl of yogurt.  And I guess you can have a granola bar.”  And so on until dinner time.  We also need snacks for school, and during and after practice. So I started to research healthy and hearty snacks.  I spent so much time thinking and reading that by the time I got to baking, I only had 20 minutes before I had to leave to do pick up Jack.  In the 20 minutes I had,  I made “Frankenstein Rice Krispie Treats.”  I used 75% of a bag of marshmallows (the goal here was to get rid of the marshmallows in some way other than opening the pantry, untying the bag, eating a marshmallow, closing the bag, putting the bag back, closing the pantry and then starting over again a couple minutes later.)  I used regular cheerios instead of rice krispies, and I threw in a blob of peanut butter and and I topped it with some m&ms.  (about 75% of an individual bag of m&ms.)  Thank goodness for the M&Ms because it turned out sort of… brown.  Tasty, but nothing to write to pinterest about.  The boys liked it.  I only got a little melted marshmallow in my hair.

Next up, I made a frankenstein version of these Peanut Butter Apple Bars.  Instead of a shredded apple, I put all the non mushy parts of all the fruit in the fruit bowl into the food processor and came out with a random amount of nectarine, apple, and peach.  I added extra oats because it seemed necessary.  And as a rule, I do not measure peanut butter because I am 100% sure I can eyeball 1/4 cup of PB.  These bars came out… ok.  A little dry, but I served them for breakfast with a bowl of yogurt, and they were eaten after school a bunch of times too.  Very hearty.

The problem with my obession with adding peanut butter to everything is that then Jack can’t take it to school because his classroom is peanut free.  Or is it nut free?  I may have just made another snack that can’t be taken to school.  Pictured above are the fresh from the oven Oatmeal, Walnut, Banana bars from this month’s O magazine.  As you can see, I #nailedit.  But we’ll have to see if this recipe is a hit or not – they have a tanginess from the cream cheese that may not be loved by certain boys.  And nuts are always risky. I hope they like it, because it took about  2 seconds to make.  I had picky eaters do the mixing while I measured/eyeballed the ingredients.

Another day, another z bar for snack.

My Poor Deprived Children

The boys learned last week that one of their friends has an assigned night for cooking the family meal.  This piece of information was met with the wailing and gnashing of teeth and “whyyyy don’t you ever let us cook?”

I meanly cook dinner every night and never let them do it, like the evil mom that I am.  Dave helps.   I don’t know how to cook meat really, so Dave helps a lot.

But this week we have have been trying out some kid-cooked meals.  Last night Jack made homemade mac and cheese, a recipe adapted slightly from a Cook Smarts meal plan.  We had it with leftover grilled pork tenderloin and a salad.  So good.  It was a little complicated and I had to help a lot, but Jack did a pretty good job.  He said he was going to make buttered noodles for his meal so this was a step up.  And now he can make a roux.   (Not really.)  Luke made miso soup this evening, which we paired with grilled pork chops and cucumbers in an asian style dressing.  He thought his contribution was too easy, but he did it by himself while I was rollerblading up and down the street.  (A story for another day.)

So things are going well now that I am not selfishly hoarding all the cooking to myself.

Guess Who’s Back

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The answer is: me.  The other night, Luke asked me to make an apple pie pancake for breakfast, and I not only remembered to do it, but it turned out perfectly.  Yes, I did wait until Dave and Jack had left the house for the day because apple pie pancake can’t be rushed, AND it doesn’t really make 4 servings.  (It does, but I eat one and Luke eats 3.)  Plus Dave and Jack were headed to Father’s Day breakfast at day care so…..  So yes, it was awkward when Dave came back home for something he forgot, only to find Luke eating a delicious breakfast fit for a king.

So, what have you missed while I have been on hiatus?  Mostly just this:

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That’s a pie that I dropped on the floor after burning my hand.

Birthday Baking

As I may have mentioned before,  I’m not good at baking in moderation.  My friend Laura sometimes bakes a batch of cookies after dinner, and I mean, who has time for that?  Just finish dinner, and bake a batch of cookies?  No.  Once a year, I bake 17 dozen cookies.  It takes a month of preparation, weeks of baking, days of decorating, minutes of eating, and so on.  Then I take 10.5 months off.  Or, I volunteer to bring in pancakes for Luke’s class and the day before they say, “Thanks, be here at 7:00 am, there are 60 kids.”  What?  I was going to send 20 pancakes in a ziplock bag.

When Luke was in kindergarten, I was overcompensating for not being a stay at home mom, and I made elaborate cupcakes for his class.  But as you all know, Luke really prefers pie to anything else, and a while ago I saw a recipe for hand pies, and then I thought, “Why not make tiny individual pies for all the kids in Luke’s class this year?”  I bet lots of people could think of reasons not to do that, but before I could come to my sense, Luke’s friends were saying things like, “Only 30 days until we all get pie!”  and it was too late to back out.

Have I mentioned the 10 stages of excessive baking?

1.) Announcing my grand plan

2.) Planning, browsing blog posts, imagining an extremely large group of people being delighted my beautiful pastries.

3.) Kind of wishing I hadn’t ever said anything about anything related to baking some crazy dessert

4.) Actually planning, deciding on a recipe, shopping without a list

5.) False start, realizing I don’t have all the ingredients I need

6.) Second trip to the grocery store

7.) Making the dough that needs to chill for some period of time

8.) Worrying that I won’t have enough/procrastinating

9.) Making the dessert, making extra just in case

10.) Having way too much of a dessert that tastes fine, and looks ok.

I’m sure you can guess where I am now, with 30 hours left to go.  Dough is in the fridge, and there probably isn’t enough!

MetaMagazine

I have a love/hate relationship with magazines, as everyone knows.  Remember my monthly column about Panic Attack Magazine?  Hey, I wrote it for 3 months, that is some serious dedication.  Well, now that my children are all grown up, and I have stopped caring worrying enough to read parenting magazines, I have moved on to cooking/decorating/lifestyle magazines, and the love/hate affair has continued.  Mostly I read recipes in the car on the way to Eldora, decide what to make someday, fold down the corners to mark the page, and then lazily cook the same old meals and recycle the magazine because it told me to get rid of clutter.  But when I was reading all my magazines on the beach, it was dangerously close to New Years Day, and I decided to turn over a new leaf and cook some of the recipes.  For real.  I also read an article that was so wonderfully awful, I could write about it for days.  It had the perfect mixture of a good idea taken too far, first world problems, pretention, and hypocrisy.  I laughed and laughed and then mocked it with my friend Laura.  And then…  and then we came up with an article I could write about my own family that followed that exact formula and it would be so perfect for that magazine.  So do I link to the article and make fun of it, or do I write my own version and become magazine famous?  It’s a real Sophie’s choice.

In the meantime – here is a round up/review of the recipes I have tried last month:

Martha Stewart Roast Spatchcocked Lemon Chicken – (Martha Stewart Living, January 2013) Dave made this one, so I can’t comment on how hard/easy it was, but it tasted good.  It wasn’t the best or worst thing I have ever had, but it was necessary for the following:

Roast Lemon Chicken and Rice Soup – (Martha Stewart Living, January 2013) I usually have an idea of whether or not I am going to like something, and I usually like it.  This was the rare exception.  This soup was gag-inducingly bad.  “It tasted like a cough drop” was the nicest thing I could say about it.  It was gross.  Thankfully, I didn’t use all the leftover chicken from above, because it would have gone to waste.  I did make the kids eat the chicken out of their bowls, and I did the same.  Dave made a valiant effort to eat the leftovers but most of it got tossed.  Oddly, the Daily Camera featured this exact recipe this week and I gagged all over again.  Do Not Make.

But I did use the rest of the chicken in a noodle bowl recipe from Sunset February 2013.  The noodles are here, and the veggies  here, (I just used veggies that I had and that the kids like) and I threw the leftover chicken in broth with some scallions.  I seasoned half the noodles and half the veggies and let people pick what they wanted in their bowl.  Everybody went with broth, chicken, noodles, and veggies.  (Kids unseasoned, adults – seasoned.)  The kids LOVED it.  Luke said he wanted me to make it for his birthday dinner.  We’ve already had it twice.  I may have set the bar really low with the cough drop soup.  The noodle bowl recipes were in an article about this book: The Hakka Cookbook.

Quinoa and Pumpkin Seed Granola – (Better Homes and Gardens January 2013) I am not going to link to this one because it’s from Better Homes and Gardens and you have to login to see the recipe.  But if you are motivated, you can find it.  It was really yummy, and good, but I was the only one who liked it so I probably won’t make it again.  The kids were sad that it was nothing like granola made with oats, and it was very crumbly so it was hard for them to eat by the handful.  I liked it on top of oatmeal, and in yogurt.  It’s great if you get your organic quinoa in a giant bag from costco and then worry about what to do with it.  Yep, that is a problem that people have.

So there you go – not too bad for January.

 

Ladies Who Lunch: Frasca Caffe

Laura and I are aiming for more frequent lunches together this year, and we started off the year with lunch at the Frasca Caffe.  I did my research and it looked like they had lots of yummy options, but I was worried about the “small space” description on the website.  I thought maybe it was a tiny coffee shop with some food behind glass and 2 tables.  Sometimes on my lunch break, when I used to leave the house on a semi-daily basis, I would think it was a good idea to go to a coffee shop for lunch and 100% of the time I would look at pre-made sandwiches and salads behind a glass case and get really sad and indecisive.  Then I would end up getting coffee and a pastry and still eating whatever lame lunch I had brought and then needing a nap.   I was pretty sure that wouldn’t happen with Laura because she would either be able to talk me into something, or we would just leave and sensibly pick some other place.  But everything worked out beautifully, because although I could stand in the middle of the Frasca Caffe and touch all the walls if I had, like, 5 to 7 foot long arms, there were three tables not 2.  AND the food behind the glass looked really really good, and they made our sandwiches to order so it was not in any way sad.

I thought it was a little odd that there were three people working behind the counter, when it wasn’t really very busy, but maybe we were there early.  They were all very friendly and helpful and we appreciated the full disclosure, “Would you like a pickle with that for 30 cents extra?”  No one wants to be caught by surprise by a pickle surcharge.

So – what did we get?  I ordered the Toast Panini Caldi, which was basically a hot cheese and tomato sandwich.  The bread was delicious, and the cheese was delicious, but I kind of wished it was 100% melted.  The tomato was for texture, because it’s January.  I liked it.  Laura had the Verdure, which was mozzarella and grilled vegetables.  I didn’t order that because I had no idea how to pronounce it.  I think she liked it, I may have forgotten to ask.  I know there was one type of vegetable in there (we think eggplant) that was un-bite-through-able.   That’s not a good quality in a sandwich vegetable in my opinion.

But it was a very cute interior, and I do want to go back to try some of the breakfasty stuff and the pastries.  In an alternate universe, I’d bike there for a pastry and coffee before doing some shopping on Pearl Street or working on my latest volume of poetry.  This alternate universe may exist in the Spring, but it snowed here this week and it’s cold and I’m in one of those, I may never leave the house again moods.  Although, I do have plans for lunch with Laura again soon.

 

 

Mad Scientist Birthday Party

 

Jack requested a Mad Scientist Birthday Party this year, and since he was turning the big 5, I decided to go for it. I’ve always harbored a secret desire to have a Chuck E Cheese (aka Chuckie Cheese) birthday party, because I wouldn’t have to do anything besides spend money, and be at Chuck E Cheese, and it would have the added bonus of turning me into a pariah among the moms, but when I suggested it this year, Dave said no. I was trying to figure out how many kids to invite, so I went to the photo evidence of Luke’s 5th birthday – turns out, Luke used to have big birthday parties before Jack was born! Every year! So then I had to really try to create a fun birthday for my poor, poor, poor 5 year old, who has only had family and family friend birthday parties, lo these many years.

Onward. I hit google, and bookmarked this blog, and then copied everything she did, but with fewer kids, and a little more lazily.

For decorations we made a “pin the accessories on the mad scientist” game, and the boys made bow ties for everybody to decorate and wear. I put dry ice in glasses of water, and I made jello with gummy worms in it to look creepy. Those may actually still be in the fridge. I should look into that. Each kid got a t-shirt to wear over their clothes because I couldn’t find decent (cheap) lab coats, and they each got a pair of goggles to wear.

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 For the experiments, we started with Oobleck – which the boys and I made the night before. It is so fun to play with that I sort of went into a trance for a while.  I also had all he ingredients for making slime and I was going to let the kids do that themselves, but oobleck wasn’t a hit with everyone and it was more than enough for the kids that like to get messy.

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I also had water traveling from one glass to another, which was kind of a fun experiment for the Luke and Jack, but no one at the party cared about it.  (Too slow.)
Then we did the floating M, which did not work in practice, but worked well at the party.

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Next we tried, in vain to bend water with static electricity, but no one’s hair was clean enough.  I only tried it on my kids, because of the lice epidemic of 2011.
And then we decided to take things up a notch.  I had filled a bunch of test tubes with vinegar, and attached balloons filled with baking soda.
Each kid got a set and they got to shake the balloon to let the baking soda into the test tube.  The balloons filled with air, one exploded, and a good time was had by all.
Then we did the milk/food coloring soap thing, which was very cool, and then we made a lava lamp out of oil, water and alka seltzer, then they added alka seltzer to the milk and food coloring.  (No link for that one, that was just pure mad science.)
Elephant Toothpaste  was the penultimate experiment and  that was very fun.

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Lastly, we had everybody go outside to watch Dave slide a tube of mentos into a 2 liter of diet coke and have the spray reach about 18 feet in the air.  Excellent work there Dave.  But I am too lazy to upload the video.  Trust me, it was a sight to behold.

For lunch we had the traditional birthday snake, five years in, you’d think I could make one where the cheese doesn’t slide out the side.

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Jack requested the same cake as last year (Root Beer Bundt Cake) but since it was a mad scientist birthday, we added trick candles and I put dry ice in the middle.  My original plan was to make a cake in the shape of an Erlenmeyer flask, but that proved to be too challenging.  Still – this was a hit.

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After the party, as a fine film of baking soda settled over the house, and after I cleaned and helped Jack build lego kits, I finally got a chance to put my feet up and rest.  And then Luke said, “You know what we should do?  We should do something really fun to celebrate Jack’s birthday.”  I’m not sure what he had in mind, maybe Chuck E Cheese?

Indulge, and then get the heck out.

A couple weeks ago, some preschool moms started planning a mom’s night out.  I thought, FUN! I like to meet new people, but you know what else I like? Hanging out with people I already know.  So I sent out an email to some friends, and one thing led to another, and before I knew it, I had back to back girl’s nights out this weekend.  I also had some sort of virus, and vertigo, and now I have a hangover, but those are  a subject for another day.

GNO (girl’s night out) number 2 was at Indulge in Golden. We ordered a couple bottles of wine, and some appetizers to share, blah, blah, blah, next thing we knew the check was there.  Well, it was only 8:00 pm, and you only get out with the ladies every once in a while so why not order another glass of wine?  As Krista said, “Money is no object now that I’m a teacher!”  Well, the waiter said, “Oh, actually, we have a reservation for this table in half an hour so… you old ladies should hit the road.  I added a 20% tip so, just settle up and go home to your knitting.”***

Stunned silence.

So, if you want to Indulge, and you tire easily, you should go to Indulge, and be home early.

*** The actual sentence ended with the ellipse, and the rest was implied (except for the tip).  We did get another glass of wine, and kind of talked it over with the waiter, and ourselves.  Turns out that the waiter was just doing what the manager told him to do.  The vote at the table was 1 siding with the waiter, 5 against.

What Month Is It?

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Just kidding, I know what month it is, and I know that I will be 40 three months from yesterday.  And there are a lot of things that need to be crossed off my list before then.  And since I can’t really blog anymore until I pick my comment contest winner from July… the winner is (dun dun dun….) BETH!  Crazy, because she had about 1 comment, and I thought for sure it would be either Jack or Laura, who both had many, many comments.  But as you can see above, I put all the comments in a hat and Luke picked one out, while Jack yelled at him.  The prize is a chocolate bar from Cured, which I purchased in July before the comment contest was over, and have managed not to eat for over 2 months.  (Maybe I don’t still have a list of things I need to accomplish before my big birthday.  Maybe I am in, in fact, already perfect.)  It is especially amazing that I never ate the candy bar, because I am at Cured every Wednesday, picking up my awesome vegetables from my amazing CSA with Isabelle Farm.

The July comment contest winner of last year received her prize (a necklace from the Crazy Horse Memorial gift shop) in her Christmas stocking, so Beth should not be waiting anxiously for her prize.  But I will say that it is in an envelope, and the envelope is addressed, and I did go to the mailing store, in the rain, but the store wasn’t open yet, and that is about as far as I have gotten with this project.

Phew, now that this post is out of the way, I can blog freely and with abandon about the many, many exciting things that go on in my life.  Things such as canning! cooking breakfast! reading! watching soccer! watching cyclocross! procrastinating! crafts! and much more.  Stay tuned.

Rhetorical Questions about Caramel

I’d like to take a time machine back to Saturday at the farmer’s market when I said, “Oh hey!  We should get together because I am going to make caramel and I am sure I will have way too much, because seriously how much caramel can you eat? Anyway, I should give you some caramel, because, what am I going to do with all that caramel?”

I mean how much caramel can you eat? And what is it good on besides ice cream?  Well, so far I have come up with: coffee, oatmeal, spoons.  But that was just as of this morning.

If I could prevent myself from saying that, I wouldn’t be so embarrassed about my sink full of spoons.  See, the thing is, I don’t like to double dip.  And I am pretty lazy about putting dishes in the dish washer.  So there we are.  Turns out, caramel doesn’t last that long.

Related: I am taking a cooking class.  Everyone wants to know how it’s going so I should probably put some thoughts together.  The day after the first class I said to Dave, “Is it OK if I start every sentence from now on with, “Chef Michael says…” and then sort of trail off and stare dreamily into space?”

He said it was fine.