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Happy Family Day!

Family-Day-2013Happy Family Day to all my Canadian peeps. Especially the ones with new little babies (I’m talking to you Larissa!) and babies on the way (you know who you are!).

Family Day is a relatively new holiday for Canadians…and a much-needed excuse to have a mid-winter long weekend (we’re much luckier in that regard in the US). Last year I noticed a few of my friends posted their family photos on facebook and wished everyone a happy holiday. So as a little holiday treat, I’ll post a few outtakes from our big photo session last November when our friend Jonathan came to snap us going about our business for a very informal Christmas card.

One session in and I now know that getting everyone to look at the camera will be near impossible. But that’s OK. Now that I think about it, an imperfect family photo is pretty charming in its own way. When my friend Iva’s card arrived, I laughed because she couldn’t even get her two grown sons to look at the camera. It’s one of my favorites. Tears and pouting can also add dimension to the imperfect photo. Hopefully it’s neither is on the face of anyone over 12, though. That would just be, well, sad.

So here we are, in all our ‘come on, Otto, SMILE, just a few more’ glory. My favorites are #4 and #5  where Adam’s playing a game where we go all wobbly and blubb our cheeks and say “abluhgluhbluhgluhbluhgluhbuhbuh” over and over again. Dr. Harvey Karp prefers to call this sort of activity (along with pretending to fall or any sort of clumsiness), “playing the boob.” I still don’t know what he means by that, but suffice to say, we do a lot of it around here. It usually makes Otto howl with laughter, but this time it just annoyed him. And we looked like fools. And all he really wanted was my sunglasses.

Then he was good and we got this shot and a few more, too.

happy again

Little dippper

Otto dippingOtto’s in a bit of a dipping phase these days. It started with some ketchup a few weeks ago. In most cases, he was just dipping his finger and licking it clean, as seen here at the Shake Shack…how could he not want those perfect fries?! And that burger went untouched. It was all about the ketchup. Or “red dip,” as Otto’s little cousin calls it.

In an effort to broaden his dipping horizons, I tried something new. Last night in an effort to get him to eat his sweet potato fries–which he was throwing onto the floor for Dolly to eat–I took out some babaganoush to see if that would make them more appetizing. Worked like a charm! I’m not sure if it’s the act of dipping (which he does with such gusto) or the extra layer of flavor that he likes (ps…babaganoush and sweet potato fries is a lovely combination). Either way, I’m looking for more recipes. So far, these are on my list:

Edamame Skordalia. Have you ever had skordalia? It’s this Greek garlic and potato dip that’s beyond delicious. And what a beautiful word to roll off your tongue, right? Otto’s a bit meh about edamame, but I bet I can convert him with this concoction.

Roasted Beet and Goat Cheese Dip…oh, so many beet recipes, so little time!!! I also clipped this Beet and Horseradish Dip from Oprah magazine a while back, although I’m afraid the horseradish will be a bit of a turn-off. I guess it doesn’t hurt to try.

Cauliflower and White Bean Dip would go well with bits of crusty bread and a bowl of soup.

And last but not least, my favorite way to eat peas. We had a mint pea dip similar to this one at our wedding. It’s made with frozen peas, but biting into this you’re instantly transported to a spring day, no matter how cold it is outside.

Simple goulash

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Yesterday I gave you a beet stew. Today, it’s a beef stew!

I should start out by saying that as a child, this was not my favorite meal. It was, and remains, humble. But now, as a very busy mother, I can completely understand why this dish was in my mother’s arsenal. It’s cheap (relative to other fall-apart beef dishes like short ribs, at least), beyond easy, no fussy ingredients (bay leaves is the most exotic), and now with the help of a slow cooker (something my mother only discovered after we all left home), it’s a ‘fix it and forget it.’

A couple of months ago, I had a big piece of meat that was less than tender. The only thing I could think of doing without having to research tenderizing options was to throw it in the slow cooker, the appliance that could probably make leather into something smooth and delicious. Then I though I might as well replicate the old goulash. If anything, I knew Adam would enjoy it because it certainly falls into the hearty man food category. For Otto, I chopped it up into bits and he was all over it. And to my surprise, I found it to be quite comforting. And now it’s something we make every few weeks.

My mother’s goulash always had just peeled and diced potatoes, and thick carrot slices. I decided to fancy it up just a teensy bit. I also include quartered mushrooms, and parsnips. And because I’m picky about the texture of potatoes, I go for small Yukon Gold potatoes, which I find to be smoother and a bit more flavorful. It’s a bit odd that you don’t need anything other than salt, pepper, and a few bay leaves to season this, but what I realized was that if you make sure you have the best, freshest ingredients, that’s really all you need for this. But by all means, experiment with spices/wine/stock/etc. and make it your own. I, however, will be sticking with this one. It works for us–and I’m sure it will for the next 18 years or so. Continue reading

And we’re done!

salmon and trout salads

Guess who’s finally made all 101 salads on this list???! It was almost done last Thursday, but I had to travel home for Ukrainian Christmas and decided to hold off on two last salads, which I figured would make a light dinner when we returned. Here I am last night with #55 and #64…all proud to finally finish.

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And here is my cousin Olivia with her boyfriend Mark, who got to taste #5 and #14 with us. I had them feign excitement and they did it well (they’re models/actors in LA, after all!). These salads were both just mediocre, in my 101 salad making opinion. Thankfully I made them Chicken Curry with Apples, which made up for the salads. Side note: Olivia made her acting debut here and she’s only getting started!

olivia and mark

Now, finally, my last list with comments. Very soon I’ll post a few things I learned while doing this challenge…things like the absolute importance of having sherry vinegar in your pantry. More on that shortly. Continue reading

Doing my bit of help

The tragedy in a small, safe little town in Connecticut on Friday hit me. Hard. As more details and names were revealed through the day yesterday, I was progressively saddened. I happened to come across a lot of good resources people posted on facebook. I’m sharing them here because it’s the least I can do. My heart goes out to those families that lost their loved ones, and I hope and pray that this is the last time we see this happen. Enough is enough.

A few posted Fred Rogers’ comforting words. That image appeared on the Huffington Post.

A post about how not to talk with children about this.

Via my friend Sunny’s profile: “Children ages 5 to 14 in America are 13 times as likely to be murdered with guns as children in other industrialized countries. Here’s a measured and fair analysis of the problem and solution.” Here’s the article.

Sunny also asked around for a place where we can donate to prevent gun violence, and The Brady Campaign was one suggestion.

Adam came across the One Million Child March on DC for Gun Control group on Facebook and we both joined right away. If it happens, we’re going…no question. Parents for Sane Gun Control is another page to follow for resources and more. I haven’t come across any about mental health awareness just yet, but if I do, I’ll update this post with that information.

And a friend of a friend shared this story, which warmed my heart. I don’t know if this was at all related to the Newtown tragedy, but I still found it poignant.  “Last night, I sat across from a young girl who was crying on the subway. As I sat there wondering what the right/proper thing to do was, a young kid sat next to her and said, “You okay?”. She nodded, visibly embarrassed. He sat quietly for about 30 seconds, and then pulled out his ipod. He handed her one headphone and put the other in his own ear. Sometimes humans break my heart.”

Lastly, I also found this story a very personal way for a mother and writer to address the tragedy.

I’ll wrap this up with just one more thought. I think about Otto’s safety all the time. But I know I have to recognize that there’s only so much I can control in the big world outside our door. At home, it’s going to be a different story. I want our home to be a haven for safety–not just in the physical child-locks-baby -gates-colorful-berry-tasting-medicines-out-of-reach sense (which, I’m learning, is still no guarantee against accidents), but in the more abstract feeling sense too.  I want him–and me and Adam, too–to walk through our apartment door ever day and give a little sigh of relief that we’re in our own little safe place, where we love each other unconditionally and together we find joy in both the everyday mundane and the unexpected delights. And when sad things happen, we know this is the place where we can bind together and be strong/grieve/help others/look for the helpers.  And on that note, it’s time for a cup of soup on this rainy afternoon while I wait for Otto to start the post-nap chatting in his crib. A little mundane, and a lot delightful. xoxo.

Dreaming big and other things

It’s been quite the week. I’m just going to leave it at that because maybe I’ll write an essay about this week’s adventures in parenting sometime soon. I’m certainly not lacking material right now, just energy.

In the meantime, a few things.

I’ve wanted to share An Awesome Book by Dallas Clayton with you for a while. I’m about to give it as a gift for the third time. I really should just buy these by the case. It’s a wonderfully wacky imagination-filled story about dreaming big, and is as much for kids as it is for adults. More about the story of how this book came to be here.

Oh dear this made me smile from ear to ear from start to finish. Dolly + Stephen = delightful, yes? And did you know Dolly just published a book called Dream More? I think it’s going on my Christmas list.

The Chocolate Beet Cake that I’ll be whipping up tonight. Or at least that’s the plan. That and a little sewing binge. Yes, that’s my Friday night, and I’m super excited about it. [UPDATE 12/3: So didn't happen because I passed out by 7PM, that that's not such a bad thing, either.]

And that’s all for now. Have a great weekend. xx.

Sometimes I feel like I’m cheating…

…when I make pulled pork. All I do is take a 4-pound pork shoulder from the butcher shop, put it in my slow cooker (fatty side down), and douse it with a bottle of barbecue sauce (I like Stubb’s or the all natural one you can get at Trader Joe’s) and maybe just a half a cup of water. Eight hours later, I have falling apart meat that’s good for several meals. The bone comes right out, but sometimes it can be tricky to get out the layer of fat from the bottom part, but if you move it to a big bowl outside of the cooking liquid, it’s easier to remove. I feel like it’s almost too simple–that is until I have to wash out that cumbersome stoneware pot. Oh, if only slow cookers were self-cleaning, right?

Half of it gets frozen in portions for rainy days, the other half we devour pretty quickly. Obviously, it’s nice on sandwiches. But lately, this is my favorite way to eat it. I take a mound of mashed sweet potatoes (always in our fridge for Otto’s meals), top it with the pork, and then finish it off with lots of kimchi (also always in our fridge because I could eat it every single day…I use this recipe). I imagine this is how it would be served at a Korean health spa. If kimchi’s not your thing, though, another healthy way to plate this up is with Antonia’s Soul Stew.

Back in action…and feeling amazing

I’m going to toot my horn for just a sec and share something I’m quite proud of. For the month of August, I did a 30-day Challenge where I exercised for 30 minutes every day (with one day of rest per week). Pretty crazy, but I made it work–even with a very stubbed toe that throbbed for the first two weeks! I’m so grateful to my friend and teacher Lindsay Davis for guiding me through the process and cheering me on. I wrote a piece about it on Lindsay’s blog. Take a look, if you’d like.

And now I’m a bit bashful saying this part: I’m usually on the receiving end of inspiration, but this time, I hope to be on the giving end.  Please please please get up and DO SOMETHING. Dance. Do jumping jacks. Take a walk outside and look up at the trees and think about how good life is. I promise you’ll feel fantastic. And I double promise that you won’t regret it, because the feel good things that happen when you get off the couch make it impossible to feel regrets.  xoxo.

Image above is the lululemon manifesto that gets me thinking (and doing) every time I see it. Enjoy!

Have you seen this cheese plate?

Of course being rather remedial in all things pop culture-related, I had no idea this was a play on a Lionel Ritchie song. Or that the guy on the plate is Lionel himself. I just thought it was a funny plate that would make a half-eaten brie wedge look a little more interesting. But what do I know…

Available here.

A boy and his babysitter

Otto is smitten with his babysitter. When she arrives he waits at the top of the stairs giddy with delight, giggling and kicking his legs. And on Monday for the first time, he cried when she left. He tried to follow her out the door on all fours and she had to come back up the stairs to give him another kiss goodbye. The next day we walked with her to the subway, and this was his face as she slowly went down the stairs. It’s like ‘where’s Marie going???’ It all reminds me of this short film that’s on my list of things to see/do. It’s about a boy and his babysitter, all set in an eerily quiet New York City.

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