May 30th, 2012
If you’ve been reading for even just a little while, you know that I’m gluten-free curious. Though I have good reasons to be (if I do say so myself), this chocolate chip banana bread is about none of them.
It’s true that this chocolate freckled bread is the product of yet another gluten-free experiment designed to test my tolerance for going gluten-free, but all of that fell by the wayside with my first bite of this bread. In fact, it’s seeming more and more unlikely that the hungry baby has a gluten intolerance. But when my gluten-free experiments yield treats like this soul warming banana bread, it hardly seems to matter.
“What? It’s gluten-free? NO WAY!” This from the Hungry Papa, my sister, my brother-in-law, and several pot-luck guests. (I’ve made this many times now.)
“It is, but who cares.”
May 28th, 2012
Rajas con hongos.
Say it with me: RRRRRRRRRahas con hongos.
What can I say—I’m still in Spanish mode from my trip. That, and a well rolled R is kinda sexy (don’t you think?).
Back to the rajas con hongos or, as we say here in the States, roasted poblano peppers and mushrooms. This isn’t just any old combination, but rather a dish popular in, among other areas, Pueblo and Oaxaca, Mexico, where mushrooms grow in abundance. It’s a variation of an even simpler dish—rajas—which is strips of roasted poblano peppers sautéed in cream mixed with just enough grated cheese to pull the dish together. Add mushrooms and you get rajas con hongos.
You can eat rajas con hongos as a vegetable side dish—I love them alongside scrambled eggs and warm tortillas for breakfast, lunch or dinner—or use them to make bad ass vegetarian tacos.
Say it with me: MOOey, MOOey delicioso.
May 25th, 2012
Summer, summer, summer.
The unofficial start—which is official enough for me—begins this weekend. Since I like getting a head start, I kicked things off last night by seeing the documentary Marley about the great life and music of Bob Marley. (The move is awesome, by the way. Check it out.) And for the rest of the weekend I’ll be grilling, chilling and perhaps enjoying a frozen treat or two.
Since you should do the same, here’s a quick roundup of easy frozen snacks that you can whip up this weekend as well—from ice cream sammys to pops, shaved ice to frozen lemon tarts. And I couldn’t kick summer off without also sharing some live Bob Marley to get you in the spirit. So go ahead: Hit play. It’s time to start summer.
May 24th, 2012
Quick, my radishes are in a pickle! Or should I say, my quick pickled radishes? Eh—you say to-may-to, I say to-mahhhh-to. Either way, this recipe is summer heaven in a jar.
I wouldn’t have always described radishes as heavenly. The truth is I’m a recent fan of the root gems. It was only three years ago that I turned the corner on radishes, after spontaneously buying a bunch—just because they looked pretty—to reluctantly make a delicious Tangy Wilted Cucumber & Radish Salad.
After that, I became obsessed with all radishes wilty and tangy; vinegar tames the vegetable’s bite in the only way that seemed right. Slowly over time, though, I developed a taste for radish’s peppery edge. I suppose that all the raw nibbles and bites stolen while preparing brines and dressings did the job. And, eventually, I found that my favorite way to eat radishes was whole with nothing more than softened butter and big flakes of sea salt.
May 23rd, 2012
Jet lag. A lingering cough. An abrupt reintroduction to parenting. No sitter.
I went to see my doctor. Along with a hearty dose of ibuprofen and pseudoephedrine every 6-8 hours, she ordered rest. Ha.
Not so sure about resting, but easy dinners are helping. Saturday was pizza. Sunday this quick soba noodle salad. Monday eggs scrambled with peas and pesto from the freezer. And yesterday, inspired by my recipe for pasta with beets and poppy seeds…
… I whipped up a variation of my one-pot warm orzo salad with brussels sprouts.
I made an easy dish even easier by swapping brussels sprouts for beets—vacuum packed ones, no less.
Delicious in 20 minutes. Maybe I can rest a little after all.
May 21st, 2012
Why, hello! I’m back. Did I forget to mention that I’d be gone? I did, didn’t I? But I managed to pop in for a Mother’s Day wish and slice of strawberry rhubarb upside down cake. That’s something, right?! I’ll take time out of any vacation to have a slice of cake with you. Doing so is one of my favorite things.
As much as I missed you, Spain was wonderful. I’ve been before, but never to Barcelona. Have you? Have you seen la Sagrada Familia?! I’ve traveled quite a bit and have been lucky enough to see some truly amazing sights. Massive, golden Buddhas in Thailand, Angkor Wat in Cambodia, the Parthenon in Greece, but there was something about Sagrada Familia that took my breathe away like nothing else. Perhaps the two glasses of wine with lunch played a role, but nevertheless, it brought me to tears. Just look!
May 13th, 2012
Happy belated Mother’s Day!! Have a piece of cake—upside down strawberry rhubarb cake, to be exact. You deserve a slice, even if you have to make it yourself in order to get one. Hell, you deserve the whole damn thing, especially if you have to make it yourself. I promise it’s a worthy treat.
I’m in Spain right now. Without the hungry boys. The hungry papa and I are here to celebrate his big 4-0 in style. But today—Mother’s Day—was about me. As I drifted into napland earlier this afternoon (naps are essential on Mother’s Day), I was thinking about the hungry boys back home. This isn’t the first time that we’ve left them for several days, but it’s the farthest we’ve been from them and, somehow, that makes me miss them more. That may sounds silly to some of you—after all, we’re only gone for 6 days—but leaving them is still hard for me after all these years. Regardless, I’m here—in Barcelona!—allowing naps, cava and jamon to wash away lingering anxiety and longing. This is a big deal. I’ve come a long way in my 5 years of motherhood. I’m proud.
May 6th, 2012
This celery “rose” stamp is too cute not to share. You know I’m a sucker for using food to make crafts!
I’ve heard of potato stamps and even pepper stamps (to make St. Patrick’s Day shamrocks), but these celery stamps are new to me. Genius!
And how much do you want to bet kiddo will eat celery as a snack while making these?!
(via Cool Mom Picks)
May 3rd, 2012
These are not so much recipes as they are a reminder of how easy it is to mix up your breakfast—or lunch or dinner—routine without getting all fancy and shizz.
I need reminders sometimes.
Both of these egg dishes are a cinch. And, really, I wasn’t just paying lip service—they both make a great meal anytime of day.
May 1st, 2012
Married mama of two. Loves to cook. Gluten-free curious.
My curiosity about gluten free cooking piqued when I first read Silvana Nardone‘s gluten and dairy free cookbook, Cooking for Isaiah. That her delicious, easy recipes were gluten (and dairy!) free was a revelation. The book was full of dishes that I knew would satisfy, dishes that were complete—not a word I’d ever associated with gluten-free cooking.
As it goes, once I tuned in, I started hearing and reading about gluten-free cooking everywhere. I noticed amazing recipes. I eyeballed gluten-free ingredients. I listened to stories of how going gluten-free completely changed the way friends—even friends without celiac—felt. My curiosity grew.
Then the Hungry Baby got sick.
April 29th, 2012
Have you been following along?! If not, it’s time to catch up!
Most every day on Facebook I post a daily craving, something food or kitchen related that I love, love, love. You can also keep track of my finds on Pinterest (and you don’t even have to join Pinterest to check out my daily cravings—how easy is that?!)
My picks are not sponsored. It’s possible that one day I’ll share something that was once provided to me for free. If ever that’s the case, I’ll let you know and you can rest assured that I’m passing it along because the product was a hit with me and/or the hungry kids. So far, though, I’ve just shared things that I love and a few that I covet.
So, c’mon and join the fun. I want to hear from you, too! Let me know if you’ve tried something I haven’t or love something as much as I do. You can even tell me if you hate something that I’m digging. It happens!
April 26th, 2012
Nearly every August, the Hungry Papa and I pack up the boys and head to the Oregon coast for an annual family reunion. Without fail, we plan the trip reluctantly; a lot goes into dragging two small kids cross country. And also without fail, we return blissfully. Partly because it’s always better than we remember to see family, but also because we reunite with one of our favorite cities.
The Hungry Papa and I have a special connection to Portland, Oregon. Ours is a long tale set on the streets of NYC—the sordid details of which seem humdrum 15 years and 2 kids later—but sparks first flew in the City of Roses. We still feel the jolt of new love electricity when we visit and it makes laid back Portland instantly thrilling.
Psh, who needs Paris?
April 24th, 2012
My love for the one pot meal blossomed just 5 years ago. The hungry boy is 5 years old. You do the math.
Before he was born, I either went out for dinner, ordered in, or cooked slow dishes and elaborate meals. And, truth be told, taking my time in the kitchen lingering over ingredients, experimenting with new dishes, baking one thing while another simmers, is still what I love most. But it’s not what I can do most.
Like many of you, my weeknight meals have to be quick and easy, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t also be healthy, affordable and even joyful. That’s right—I just used “joyful” and “weeknight meal” in one sentence. It’s possible! You just have to work off of what you love.
April 19th, 2012
Dearest morning coffee,
My lovely friend, it’s as though we’ve known each other forever. I can hardly believe that I avoided you for so many years. Perhaps I was scared. I knew that I’d fall hard. I was afraid to love you.
I’m afraid no longer, but you know that. My dedication is obvious after all these years together, morning after glorious morning. But things happen. I’m a little surprised to find us here. Though I knew this day would come—it always does—I didn’t think that it would come so soon. I hardly feel ready but, coffee, I know it’s time. Time for a change. Time to let go, at least for a little while.
Though I will miss your warm embrace, coffee, I must admit that I look forward to a tall, cool, frothy morning pick-me-up. Maybe you’ve noticed over the last few unseasonably warm days that I’ve been fantasying about it, the switch from hot coffee to iced. It’s been on my mind and, well, it’s time. It’s only temporary, but the change is good for me. It’s a chance to try something new. An opportunity to experiment. A refresh.
The days will once again turn cold. I look forward to our steamy reunion. In the meantime, though, I’ll be drinking these 6 amazing iced coffee drinks. Don’t worry. These icy vixens, your caffeine kin, can’t keep me long. In the fall I will return to you, my simple, warm joe. It will be sweet.
April 17th, 2012
I love pancakes and not just the morning kind smothered in butter and pure maple syrup. For me, the greatness of pancakes is less about a particular flavor than it is the perfect presentation. I love the way that pancakes hug tight all of your ingredients, whether sweetened orange zest and hazelnuts or savory zucchini and aleppo pepper. Or—another way to go—I love that pancakes can be simple packages made of nothing more than buttermilk batter and elaborately topped. Either way, pancakes are neat little packages filled or wrapped with whatever suits your fancy. Like the perfect gift.
And that’s what okonomiyaki, savory Japanese pancakes made with shredded cabbage and, depending on where in Japan they are made, anything from octopus to bacon, feel like. The perfect gift.