what'd you do yesterday?

Oh, nothing much...between 6:30 and 9, all the usual get up and get everyone up and get the kids to school...then the fun really started.
9 am - get to garden shop to buy extra marigolds to keep the bunnies from eating the tomato plants I just planted over the weekend.
9:15 - get call from school nurse saying that A. is coughing up a storm, and there have been 2 more cases of pertussis (yes that's whooping cough) in his class, not to mention the 6 or 7 in his grade. Pay for marigolds, ditch looking for a new shrub for an empty patch of dirt in the backyard.
9:30 - get to school to find A. feeling a little better, leave him in class. Call the pediatrician to leave message, asking if he should just come in to get tested anyway due to direct exposures.
9:35 - get to Trader Joe's to load up on goodies since the cupboards are bare.
10 - get second call from nurse saying that A. is hacking away and needs to get picked up. Pay for groceries. Get to school and pick him up, go home to unload the frozen stuff, and drive to pediatrician's office. All the while, calling the office to say we're on our way but only get the answering machine, about 6 times.
10:30  - get to pediatrician's office and secure appointment for 11:15. Really?  Can't someone just see him now since we're here and the walk-in hours just ended? Walk to a nearby Starbucks and resist the temptation of a cinnamon scone. Watch A. eat his apple fritter.
11:10 - get call from pediatrician's office saying that they're all out of the swabs for the test, but I can go to the hospital if I want and they'll do it there.  When I ask for more details, the receptionist comes back to say that actually they'll have some in later, I can have a 12:45. Go to Costco with A. for berries and fish. Eat half of a delicious palmier.
12 - get home, unload groceries
12:15 - make A.'s lunch
12:20 - scarf down mine
12:30 - leave for pediatrician's office
12:45 - strep test (after which he throws up) negative, pertussis test (which is an icky nasal swab) back in 24-48 hours, should go on antibiotics just in case.
1:20 - drive to pharmacy to pick up medicine.
2:10 - get back home, spend 20 minutes on phone with manufacturer of antibiotic trying to get carb count.
2:45 - get to school to pick up A.'s homework, get little I. from chess, he's crying for having the fewest points in class.  When I ask him how he knows this, he says that the teacher read everyone's points out loud. Make mental note to ask teacher why on earth he would do that to a class of 6 year-olds? Pick up C.
3:00 - 4:00 - try to put the rest of the groceries away. Get kids their snack.  Give A. the antibiotic. Pray he doesn't throw it up. Slice cucumbers. Make mistake of throwing one away that I sliced and pushed to the side of the cutting board with the ends. Sweep up box of crackers that spilled onto the floor when I didn't notice that the bag was torn down it's front. Wonder why I didn't have any caffeine today.
4:00 - take C. to Hebrew school.  Water plants outside. Cook pot of beans.
5:00 - take little I. to karate.
6:00 - bring I. home, check on A., go pick up C.
6:20 - whip up a pot of the kids' favorite egg drop soup.
The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful, normal homework, reading, playing, etc etc. We grownups had a nice, relaxing dinner together after all was said and done.

11:45 am (today) - pertussis test came back negative. Hooray!

Egg drop soup

Bring about 8 cups of water to a boil.  Add 2 T chicken bouillon powder, a few glugs each of soy sauce and sesame oil.  Bring all that to a rolling boil.  Add 1 block of extra firm tofu that's cut into small cubes.  Bring that to a boil and let go for about 5 minutes.  Add 4 beaten eggs in a slow stream, stirring them into ribbons.  Turn off the heat.  Serve with crispy chow mein noodles and coconut rice, if you like, and have time to make, which I didn't.  The kids loved it anyway.

invasion of the body snatchers

Well, not really.  But this was the first thing I thought of yesterday as I was gardening.  More specifically, pulling up roots to make way for our brand new vegetable box, which matches the other one we had installed last summer.  So now we've got plenty of room to grow all the lovely summer tomatoes, peppers, lettuces, radishes, eggplants, and whatever vegetables that we'd like.  Tons of fun for me and I love doing it.

But let me get back to the root pulling.  We have had an invasion of Chinese lantern plants since we've lived in this house, almost 10 years now, that's been getting worse and worse.  They take over everything.  The lawn, the flower beds, the edging.  They are relentless.  And deep.  And beautiful to look at, starting with the white blossoms to the bright orange lanterns to the deep orange papery shells that they become.  But oh, those roots. So there I am, about an hour into pulling, and pulling, and pulling, and pulling some more, when I think Invasion of the Body Snatchers.  I've never seen that movie, but I'm only thinking that somehow, from somewhere deep below the surface, one of these *&^%$#! roots is going to jump right out and swallow me whole.  They seem to be never ending.  They're under the foundation of the house, in the grass, everywhere.  I just read online that they grow extremely well in large containers.  Well, yeah, but not if that container is your whole back yard!  I have very strong feelings about these plants.

So when I asked the landscapers to pull some of the other weeds, I wasn't home and they pulled ALL of the Chinese lanterns out, but of course only from the surface.  That's why I'm going down and trying to get all of the roots that I can -- and I'm sure what I can't get will grow back over the summer.  I'm ok with some of them, just not everywhere.  And still undecided about what to put in their place.  But that's for later.

Chinese lanterns, Chinese food...see how they're related?  The best Chinese chicken I've ever made has got to be this soy sauce poached chicken.  It comes out extremely moist and packed with flavor, and I keep using the broth over and over, freezing it in between, skimming off any fat, and then adding to it.  Here it is.

soy sauce poached chicken

(adapted from 3 Hungry Tummies)

1 whole chicken, about 3 pounds

1 1/2 cups soy sauce
6 cups of water
1/4 cup of sugar
1 cup of chinese cooking wine
2-3 inch knob of ginger, sliced
3 garlic cloves
1 scallion
1 cinnamon stick
2 star anise
1 tsp of Sichuan peppercorns

Marinate chicken with soy and aromatics for 20 minutes, if you've got time.  I've done it without marinating first and it's just as good, and fewer dishes to wash.

Prepare the poaching broth by boiling everything in a pot for 30 minutes.

Then, put chicken in breast side down and bring it back to a boil, cover and simmer on low heat for 30 minutes, then turn off the heat, cover and let the chicken steep until the broth has cooled down.  Once it's cool, lift it out carefully (it's super juicy) and cut it up as you'd like.  Strain and keep the broth to use again, or make rice with it instead of water.  Just delicious.

comfort

Today is the one year anniversary of Aaron's Type 1 diabetes diagnosis.  To say that I'm in need of a little comfort is an understatement.  I'm trying not to think about it too much, but it's there, in the foreground, in the background, in the middle ground, and the harder I try not to think about it the more I seem to.  To think about how far we've all come this year, how our lives were turned upside down, and how I feel like just in the past few weeks we're starting to turn right side up again.  This has all to do with Aaron.  He is so strong, so willing, so brave, and shows such maturity for this beyond his years, sometimes I can hardly believe it.  People say to me, "Oh, it must not be so bad because he has you as an example" but that's not nearly true.  It's the opposite.  Sure, the knowledge is there, but for me it's just that much harder because he has me as an example.  With all of my highs and lows, good days and bad days, moodiness, crabbiness...I should try to set that aside, farther to the side than I do.  I feel like I need to do a better job of just being the mom, not the mom who also has diabetes.  I need to support him better in the ways that he needs me to, as a growing 11 year old boy.  In the ways that I should know how to.  And while I still feel a lot of guilt (I know I shouldn't, but I do), mostly what I feel today is pride because he is so healthy, so active, so courageous.  He continues to take this all in such stride and hasn't let it stop him for anything, or slow him down in any way.

So here's to the kid who can do it all.  Just a few days ago he had the hockey game to beat all hockey games, with a hat trick and a Gordie Howe hat trick.  3 goals, 1 assist, and a fight that an opposing kid started by knocking down our goalie after the whistle.  Aaron as the great protector, got hit in the head and a 2 minute roughing penalty (so did the other kid), but fought back because he is such a good teammate and sportsman.   I'm really proud of him for that.  (And glad he didn't get hurt.) And looking ahead to tonight's science fair.  He is so proud of all the hard work that he did on it, really taking initiative and true interest in his project.  Having C. and I. help him along the way.

Aaron's strength, bravery, and diligence are providing me with comfort today.  But still, I thought I would include this recipe, which comes from our friend Gina, who has provided me with so much comfort during this past year.


Miss Gina's Taco Soup

Saute 2 small onions with 2-3 cloves of garlic in a bit of canola oil.  Today I added 1/2 a zucchini and 2 carrots, since I didn't have any red peppers as Gina's original recipe calls for.  Cook that down and add 2 cans of beans (1 red and 1 black, or whatever you've got, today it was some leftover black eyed peas and 1 can of red), 2 cans of diced tomatoes and a good heaping tablespoon of taco seasoning.  Next add water or bean broth, if you've got it, cook it down awhile, then let it cool and puree it.  Serve with taco chips, shredded cheese and lettuce, dolloped with sour cream.  Pure comfort.

laundry day, and bread

Today was laundry day.  Well, actually, everyday is laundry day, with 5 very busy people under 1 roof and warmer weather upon us.  Some things I was wondering about, as I gathered the laundry...why do Kleenexes get put into the pockets that I don't check?  When do the kids start putting their socks in the hamper not in a ball? At what age do they start taking their pants and underwear off separately, instead of together in one fell swoop?  Does A. really think I won't notice the dirty clothes shoved behind his door, under his bed, behind his bed, and at the foot of the bed?  Ahh, what a great day-after-Mother's Day laundry day.

Moving on to bread.  Thinking about zucchini bread today, not the cinnamon-y kind, but a savory one is what I was after.  So I found this gem, and it's definitely a keeper.  I called it "cheesy basil" bread, thinking that I could get the kids to accept it a little better, since A. and I are the only zucchini eaters around here. Of course he loved it.  C. says "Oh, that's why I didn't like it, because of the basil."  And if I had called it cheesy bread?  Would she have eaten a whole slice?  Probably.  I. ate a huge piece slathered in butter, God love him.  Here it is:

Savory Zucchini Bread ( aka cheesy basil bread)

Preheat oven to 350.  Generously spray a loaf pan.  This makes one huge loaf of bread.  Next time I might split it into two or make muffins out of it.

3 cups AP flour
4 t baking powder
1 t salt
1/2 t baking soda
2 c coarsely shredded zucchini (about 1 1/2 medium zucchini)
1/2 c shredded mozzarella (could absolutely use more, this was all I had)
2 T chopped basil
2 eggs
1 1/4 c milk
3 T melted butter

Mix dry ingredients, then add zucchini, cheese and basil, then add the wet ingredients, don't overmix, blah blah blah, bake about an hour until a toothpick comes out clean.  Let cool in the pan a bit before unmolding to cool completely on a rack.  Slice thickly, and don't stop yourself from slathering it in room temperature butter.

a day of lists

I am a list maker.  No doubt about it.  And a list re-maker. And a list maker-again. And a list crosser-offer.  I love the feeling of getting things accomplished, even if they're little things, and being able to shout "woo-hoo!" ala Blur.  Silly and kind of sad, but true.

But today's fun with lists wasn't about me, it was about C.  So after school, she was hungry, of course, aren't they always hungry after school?  And she reached into the cabinet for one of the boxes of crackers, grabbed a few handfuls, and starting reading the ingredients list.  Now these are fairly healthy, average, run-of-the-mill multigrain crackers, not too many unpronounceable ingredients.  And C. is a good reader, a great reader in fact, but when she comes to something that she can't pronounce, she sounds it out like your grandmother talking on the phone long distance, to someone who doesn't speak English so well, in that voice.  You know that voice?  So I start to hear "RI-BO-FLA-VIN" and "TRI-TI-CA-LE" and "MO-NO-CAL-CI-UM PHOS-PHATE" and the 2 of us just start cracking up.  Tears in our eyes.  It was one of the funniest moments we've had together in a long time.  Not sure why it struck us as so funny, but it did.  So if you're in the mood for a laugh, grab your 8 year old and a box of crackers, and get yourselves reading.

Today's recipe is for beans.  The same beans as in "I had beans for breakfast".  So just take a good cupful of dried beans, any beans, these were a 16 bean mix from Goya, and soak overnight in cold water to cover.  Easy enough.  Only takes a tiny bit of planning.  Drain, rinse, put in a pot with cold water to cover, some celery and onion if you have it or want to.  Bring to a boil, then turn it down and cover for an hour or more, until really tender.  Drain (and save the broth, more on that later), and mash lightly with olive oil, apple cider vinegar, salt and pepper.  Eat for breakfast, and save the rest for tacos.

goosebumps

Did you ever have one of those days, that starts while you're still sleeping, with weird creepy dreams, complete with a really loud thunderstorm, and one of your kids waking you up at 3 am?  As if the storm wasn't keeping you up already.  Then when you finally roll out of bed at 6:45, it's to a scary low blood sugar.  But more on that another time.  Then you don't have time to make coffee.  Then the treat that you're treating yourself to really isn't that good or what you thought it would be, and so you only take that first bite?  Then it keeps raining all day.  Then you think you hear the recycling truck, and that it's been picked up, bring in the bin, then go to put something in it later and realize that you brought it in too soon?

And then.  I finished the book I was reading when I had 15 minutes to myself.   The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo. A wonderful book about love and loss and children and toys and the passing of time and enjoying each moment and really, truly, learning how to love. Absolutely left me with goosebumps on the last few pages.  Definitely worth getting it from the library and reading.  It will take you just over an hour, tops.  Yes, it's a kid's book, but yes, it's wonderful.  She also wrote Because of Winn-Dixie.  Both excellent. Can't wait to go investigate her other titles.

So then, when you need to wake yourself up, liven things up a little, and bring a little spice into the picture.  You make and eat this sauce.  On whatever.  And you realize that the day really turned out okay after all.

Adapted, barely, from Heidi Swanson
Spicy Lemon Coconut Sauce
into a food processor...1 clove of garlic, 1 jalapeno, pinch of salt, 1 T canola oil, 1 small bunch of scallions, 1/2 bunch cilantro, juice of 1/2 a lemon, and almost a full can of coconut milk.  Blitz.

going to church, and pesto

So we just came back from our first ever church service with the kids.  Not that we thought we were going to a church service.  C.'s viola teacher told us she was performing today, with 3 other violas and a violin, and it happened to be in a church, and did we want to come?  It promised to be beautiful music and would give C. a chance to see her in action.  So we got there, and with 5 minutes to spare, and seated ourselves in a pew towards the back.  It was pretty crowded.  We saw our teacher seated up in the front, and started to get excited.  Looking at the program, we weren't sure what to expect.  Then the processional started, with the priest swinging the incense, and the choir marching in slowly in time to the organ music.  We looked at each other, took a deep breath, and settled in.

The kids did great, we stayed for about half of it.  Except for C. saying aloud "Daddy it says hell on the program!", I think it was a good experience.  The music was beautiful, the acoustics outstanding, and it also gave us a chance to show the kids our old neighborhood.  Next time I'll investigate further before venturing out.

The rest of the weekend was pretty relaxing.  Yesterday C. had her swimming party from school while the boys went to the movies and out to dinner.  Today was a lazy morning, followed by a visit to our cousins and their new baby, viola rehearsal, and, well, church.  That said, we brought our cousins a yummy strata to enjoy so they don't have to think about cooking for at least 1 or 2 meals.

Sun dried tomato and basil pesto strata:  In an 8 x 8 pan, well sprayed...line it with thick slices of bread. I happened to have leftover, frozen  (and homemade, la-di-da) focaccia, but you could use anything hearty-- french, country, sourdough, challah...Spread pesto onto each slice, then top with diced sun dried tomatoes and cubed or shredded mozzarella cheese.  Pour over a mixture of 5 beaten eggs and 1 cup milk, sprinkle on some parmesan, and bake about 45 minutes at 375, or until bubbly and crusty and gooey.  Let cool for a few minutes before taking it over to the new parents, or cutting into it and eating it yourself.

thought I'd seen it all...

Just when you think you've seen it all...a woman driving in the car next to me was USING HER CURLING IRON!!  I mean, in traffic.  As in, busy traffic.  Not stopped at a red light, either.  What was she thinking?  Don't we have enough problems in the world without having to risk getting hit on the road because some yahoo didn't give herself 5 extra minutes to get ready in the morning?  What is wrong with these people?!?  Whew.  Glad to get that out.

In other news, before that, I was helping out at the school for the Nature Keepers program...what a wonderful way to get kids outdoors and into the garden.  Pulling weeds, planting seedlings, shoveling mulch for pathways, all during their recess time.  The science teacher takes 3 kids from each class on a volunteer basis.  They just love it!  One of the 2nd graders told me, "This is way more funner than regular recess."  Way more funner indeed.

A recipe for today?  Easy, easy side dish for tonight -- Moroccan spiced carrots.  One pound of carrots, fairly thinly sliced and boiled, 3 T olive oil (lately I am loving the Spanish extra virgin olive oil from Trader Joe's), 1 T apple cider vinegar, a sprinkle of cumin and smoked paprika.  Salt and pepper of course. Mix, taste, and try to save some for everybody else.

Shabbat Shalom!

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Salt and pepper. Bread and butter. Peanut butter and chocolate.  Simple things, that's what it's about. This might be a place to share, this might be a place to rant, not sure what it will be.  Not even sure how to use all the gizmos yet.  So it's a starting off point, a work in progress. 


So here are today's things that make me happy:  beans for breakfast, yes, you heard it here first, folks. Remembering when little I. said "whipped cream is my favorite vegetable", and seeing brand new babies less than 1 day old.  Things that tick me off, still, are the mom in the big huge shiny SUV who parks in the disabled parking space at school when she's running late at pickup. And if Ina Garten sticks her chicken-y fingers into the salt and pepper one more time, I will absolutely scream.


Maybe I'll try to include a recipe with each post, since lately that's what I'm doing. My latest obsession is with raw brussels sprouts.  I know it sounds weird, gross even, especially if you don't like brussels sprouts or don't think that you like them.  But raw and crunchy, this is more a slaw than anything else.  Here are the basics: brussels sprouts, trimmed and cleaned of course and sliced really thin into shreds, lemon juice, olive oil, salt, parmesan, and lots of black pepper.  As in, just when you think you've got enough pepper in there, put in some more.  Toss it all around, then taste.  Probably needs another squeeze of lemon and yup, more pepper.  This is really good at room temperature or just slightly warm.


So that's it for today.  I guess all that's left to do is click publish, right?  Here goes nothing...