Pardon the phone picture, heaven only knows where the camera was at that moment.
In the past few days we’ve been demolishing our 1985 kitchen. That means all of the horrid layout, the bumping into the stovetop island, and compensating for the weak stove had to go along with all of the old cabinets, soffits, and cold, hard tile flooring. We still have a LOT to do, but it nice to see light filling the room where previously it was blocked by said obstructions. And the light pouring in means we can see the giant mess of a kitchen ever so much clearer. Friends, we have trashed that place; and we aren’t done yet. The popcorn ceiling is coming down tomorrow or the day after. Goodbye 1985, and hello 2013. Continue Reading →
Don’t judge me, but I don’t eat raw carrots. I used to, but I don’t anymore.
Dial back six years, and I had an addiction for them. A juicy novel and a bag of carrot sticks, were one of my most favorite ways to luxuriate my way through my son’s afternoon nap. The wet, juicy carrot sticks were my favorite; even better with a handful of raisins thrown in the bag to plump from them moisture. Healthy, crunchy, and satisfying snack heaven. And then one sad day my carrot nirvana ended. Continue Reading →
I have plans for the summer. Way back before I was thick into triple digit weather, pool excursions, and some blissfully unstructured days, my son and I sat down and made a list. So whenever there is a lull, or we are wondering what plans to pencil in the calendar, we have some at the ready. We agreed that building bird houses out of popsicle sticks, museum visits, and making goo would be a good use of our time. It has been. I also wanted to teach him a thing or two, so we are starting with some cooking fundamentals this summer. Since he is still seven and not that patient, we are starting small. This summer is a single ingredient study: the egg. Since the two of us share a love of eggs, and they are fast and straightforward to prepare, and yet ever so versatile.
Plus, my fridge is kinda packed with eggy goodness. I connected with someone with a wee farm close to one of the offices my husband works out, that is selling me fantastic pastured eggs from her happy little flock. And she is kindly offering them for much less than I have paid for similarly wonderful local eggs. So we are enjoying good quality in greater quantity these days. I love supporting local farmers and I adore eggs with yolks so orangey-yellow my mayo looks like mustard. Continue Reading →
I may have liked this salad more than anyone else at my house, had thirds and packed ready to take for my lunch this week. Yet, not everyone else at the table felt the same. When this happens sometimes I wonder what opinion carries more weight. I’m sure it varies all the time. But it is hard to hate a sweet crunch salad that features mango and dried blueberries. The kids tried the jicama despite Justin’s protests just for the mango and dried blueberries.
The mellow sweet crunchiness plays perfectly the custardy creaminess of the mango and chewy sweet dried blueberries. Add in a handful of chopped cilantro to keep things interesting and you have a salad. Don’t say that you can’t like this… Unless of course you are siding with my husband, and still refuse the most delicious jicama dish I have had yet.
Jicama Salad with Mango and Dried Blueberries
1 jicama, peeled, and cut into matchsticks (about 3 cups)
1-2 mangoes, cut into 1/2 inch cubes (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/3 cup dried blueberries
1/4 cup chopped cilantro
sea salt + sprinkle of chile pepper
Combine ingredients in a large bowl and serve immediately. Or to prepare in advance combine all ingredients except blueberries, add those just before serving.
January 20, 2012
Two months pregnant with my first child I began nearly every day with a visit to the bathroom to empty the contents of my stomach. Everything made me nauseated. I didn’t eat a lot of food for a few months … Continue reading