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.
April 9th, 2012
I’m one of those, “once you start, you can’t stop” people.
Pinterest: Can’t stop.
Oreos: Oh boy I can’t stop, which is why I buy them only once a year and eat them—all—in secret shame.
Dancing to LMFAO: Cannot stop despite every ounce of dignity in me, which is apparently not very much.
And, now, I cannot stop baking with olive oil. I started with Orange Nutmeg Olive Oil Muffins, moved on to this Vanilla Cardamom Olive Oil Pound Cake and will continue with, well, who knows.
(Got any ideas?)
April 5th, 2012
I did it! I found the recipe. The one that yields a magical food that is like donut, cinnamon muffin and buttery crumb cake all rolled into one. The one that gives you two bites of heaven. The one for these Oven Baked Cinnamon Sugar Puffs.
These are my palate’s soul mate. They satisfy my appetite in a dangerous way, but I like living on the edge. Especially for love.
April 3rd, 2012
Sometimes I forget.
I forget birthdays, even of people I completely adore.
I forget my keys, nearly always.
I forget that it will all get done eventually, even when I’m convinced that it won’t.
And I forget the comfort of classic “American” dishes that I enjoyed growing up.
“American” is a funny way to describe some of the dishes that I’m talking about, but it’s how I understood them, through my Greek mother’s eyes. Things like tacos, pan fried hot dogs and stroganoff—original flavor—Rice-A-Roni. This was American food to my mom. She didn’t cook this food often, usually opting for all-natural ingredients prepared in simple Greek ways, but it felt like a treat when she did.
As I learned about food, though, I moved away from my mother’s introductions to American food. They went from seeming earnest to clumsy. And, soon enough, her hard shelled tacos, made entirely with pre-packaged ingredients, and “just add beef!” dinners were a thing of the past.
April 2nd, 2012
Kale helped us move beyond the potato chip—and now radishes, sweet potatoes, beets, carrots and fennel will help us move beyond the kale chip. It’s time to ring in spring with six fresh vegetable chip ideas.
Hop on over to Cool Mom Picks where I posted five fab veggie chips that will surprise and delight you. (Cinnamon + radish! Sweet potato + Parmesan!) And for good measure, I thought I’d remind you of these Smoked Paprika Parsnip Chips.
five six a day just got easier.
March 30th, 2012
I like pretty things. (Can you tell?!)
And I especially like sharing pretty things with you. (Did you know?)
I do it on Pinterest. (Do you follow me there?)
Sometimes I do it on Twitter. (Maybe you’re following One Hungry Mama on Twitter?)
I definitely share pretty stuff on Cool Mom Picks. (Have you subscribed to the CMP newsletter?)
But rarely on Facebook. And Facebook got sad. (Did you know Facebook could get sad? Me either!)
So I said, “Hey Facebook, what if I share a daily craving—something I really love, something really pretty—on the One Hungry Mama Facebook page everyday Monday-Friday?”
Facebook was stunned. “Really? You’ll do that? In addition to all of the other stuff you do here, like post school lunch ideas, share food news, give on-the-fly advice and support to parents with questions about nutrition, eating habits and recipes?”
March 28th, 2012
Do you ever want to thank your food? Not Mother Earth for making the ingredients available. Or even the farmer who harvested them. I mean your food—the meal on your plate that you shovel into your mouth. Do you ever want to thank it for coming together easily and for tasting so good?
I do. Not so much when I’ve mastered a new recipe or successfully whisked ingredients into submission. Then I thank, well, myself. (You know, for being awesome.) But when I’m rushing like a mad woman, the the clock is tick-tocking, a toddler meltdown interrupts my already staccato rhythm and dinner still manages to come out well—then I thank my food.
Thank you for cooperating, for defying time, for being tasty despite how little proper attention I was able to give.
Thank you, pasta.
Thank you, pesto.
Merci, haricots verts.
March 23rd, 2012
Take a stand—a cake stand! Make it five cake stands. Why not? You deserve some pretty in your life.
Check out Cool Mom Picks for five of my favorite cake stands. There’s a little something for everyone, from the modernist to the traditionalist. I even threw in a glam black and white pedestal—ooh la la! Each one is more beautiful than the next and useful way beyond holding cake. (Really. I included a bunch of ideas for how to use cake stands, too.)
Though, to be clear, cake holding is not a job to be taken lightly.
March 22nd, 2012
I remember like it was yesterday. Astounded that it was legal to leave the hospital without a professional, I brought my little boy home. My house, under construction at the time, was clumsily prepared, but my fridge was expertly stocked. I’d spent days before my first son’s arrival prepping, cooking and packing. I had stocks made, chili portioned and lasagnas frozen. We were going to be well fed for about a month and then, well, after that, things would be easy. We’d be cruising.
Cruising for disaster, as it turns out.
One month of prepped food was not nearly enough to get us through the many hectic months that marked my introduction to parenthood. Then, once it seemed we were in the clear, about 6 months in, the baby needed to eat, too! Though it helped for a short while, I didn’t need a stocked fridge, I needed a whole new way of cooking. If you have a little one and are feeling the same way, I have just what you need: Parents Need to Eat Too, the new book by Debbie Koenig.
Go ahead. I’ll wait here while you place an order for your copy. (I know how important this is.) Then, come back to read my interview with Debbie to get some of her best tips, you know, to hold you over until the book arrives.
March 19th, 2012
I appropraitely made this soup to warm our bones just a couple of weeks ago. Now it’s nearly 70 degrees. I have no idea what kind of weather the next couple of weeks will bring, but I know that I’ll be making this soup. Thankfully, with its thin, flavorful broth and hearty chunks of seasonal veggies, it’s just as fitting in winter as it is in spring. Just change the vegetables.
My recipe is based on Mark Bittman’s Luccan Farro Soup, a sort of minestrone from Lucca in Tuscany. I swap chickpeas for his white beans—just because I prefer chickpeas—and add extra vegetables. My winter version includes kale and butternut squash (though any dark leafy green and winter squash will do). I also like to top this soup with crunchy brown butter breadcrumbs and a sprinkle of pecorino.