Monday, January 13, 2014

EGGPLANT EXPERIMENT

If you've known me for any length of time, then you probably know that I detest eggplant.  I'm not a picky eater, but purple rubber just doesn't appeal to me.  I've had it made by great cooks, but I still think it's repulsive.  The texture is just nasty.

Well, Silas recently chose to pick up an eggplant at the store, but my condition was that he had to prepare it himself and we all had to sample it.  I hate it, but I also want my kids to see that I'm willing to practice what I preach when it comes to eating foods I don't like.

Several days ago he hopped online and watched a few videos, then headed for the kitchen.

He peeled.



"Gross.  This smells like pumpkin."

He sliced.



"This looks like a bad cucumber."

He dried.

He dredged.



He fried.



He put it on a plate.



He added cheese.



He gave some to me.

(You may want to sit down before looking at the next picture.)


Yes, that's me.

Yes, I'm giving a thumbs up.

I gave it a 3-4 on the scale of 1-5 that we use for ranking new recipes.

"Yes!"

"I can't believe it!"

"This is like the peak of my culinary career!"

Now, I won't ever be asking for eggplant and the main reason I didn't barf was because he sliced it thinly enough that I didn't get big chunks of slime in my mouth, but ... it really wasn't bad.

As for the rest of the Ws, some liked it and some thought it was nasty, which was exactly what I expected.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

1/9/14 THANKFUL THURSDAY

I'm thankful for places to sit in my home, couches and chairs in various rooms, some with pillows and blankets handy for making oneself as comfy as possible.

What is one thing that you're thankful for?

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

WHAT? WHERE? WHY?

Several years ago I posted a mystery photo, which I'd totally forgotten about until something happened today that I thought would make a good mystery photo post.  Feel free to guess what it is, come up with a caption for the picture, or roll your eyes at how ridiculous you think my life must be if I'm posting pictures like this in the middle of the day.


I'll give an explanation for the picture in the comment section later tonight.


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

OF STORMS & GROWTH

My yard looks like winter.  Bare trees and mud, twigs and branches, fallen leaves and dead grass.



My life also looks like winter.  Extended unemployment, financial stress, issues that are inevitable when six individuals share a life and roof, personal struggles for various family members, and buckets of tears.

However, my yard is also showing signs of spring, evidence of growth and an upcoming season that is prettier than the one we're in right now.




My life, too, is showing signs of a better season ahead, some things that have already changed for the better and little slivers of hope for some of the things that continue to be difficult.

Between the way my yard looks these days, what's going on in my personal life, and today being the 22nd anniversary of my mom's death, I thought this would be the perfect time to post a poem of my mom's. She wrote it in 1977 and I love it, especially the last two lines.


VIEW I

A storm came through our garden once;
     it shred and broke and tore,
Til all that lay within its path
     was shaken o'er and o'er

Then firmly called the sun for quiet;
     it shushed the wind and held the rain;
Then gently wrapped the fraught creation
     with warm and healing arms again

After days of loving comfort,
     timid shoots of green peeked through,
And gentle colors shyly opened,
     promise of a deeper hue

When seasons changed, a passerby
     beheld a two-faced view ---
Of rain-thrashed trees and battered shrubs,
     yet also growth, alive and new


VIEW II

The Husbandman has placed His servants
     within a garden, precious, rare
To labor, pray, rejoice, and weep
     o'er every branch he's planted there.

Our Father also knew before
     that violent, unrelenting rains,
Sweeping o'er his precious vineyard
     would bring wreckage, sorrow, pain

But far beyond, the Keeper knew
     the storm would more than havoc sow;
For rains that plunder stiffened branches
     cause the yielding ones to grow.

~ Barbara Perkins


Monday, January 6, 2014

I'M A DEADHEAD

I don't listen to the Grateful Dead and I couldn't tell you anything about Jerry Garcia, other than the fact that he was a member of the band.  However, I consider myself a Deadhead, a fan of the group and the man.  For if it weren't for both, then I wouldn't have enjoyed this moment a couple nights ago.



Jammies.  Slippers.  Bible.  Ice cream.

That little pint of ice cream, one of my favorite flavors ever, was a gift that I slowly savored over six different evenings.  Six!  If you know me at all, then you know I'm a compulsive eater who loves ice cream.  I don't think I've ever had a pint of ice cream last longer than one, maybe two, sittings.  This one, though, lasted for weeks, as I only had a few bites at a time.  Bites that I could slowly scrape off, leaving the top of the ice cream still in the carton smooth and flat.  Just the way I like it.

My version of being a Deadhead may not match the general description, but it works for me!






Sunday, January 5, 2014

TIME IN THE KITCHEN

We've had some hits and some misses in the kitchen over the last couple months, and some upcoming adventures, and thought I'd share them with you.  Let's start off by going back to October.  I offered to make some cakes for our church's Harvest Festival cake walk.  Four cakes, to be exact.  The first was super simple and inspired by the divided house I live in, a little M&M nod to both Beaver and Duck fans.


The second was equally simple and completely random, a tic tac toe game.


Neither were particularly amazing, but I was content with how they turned out.  Actually, I kinda loved the tic tac toe one.  Next up was a repeat of a cake I made for Naomi's birthday four years earlier, an underwater scene.  Here's the one I made for Naomi, which I loved.


Here's the one I made for church.  I don't think it turned out as well, thanks in part to the fact our goldfish crackers got misplaced and I had to use a bunch of giant gummy fish, and also because the fruit roll-up seaweed kept tearing, but it was fine.


Naomi actually ended up winning the underwater cake.  Ha!

So, one cake I loved, two that I liked ... then came the cake of humility.  This was another birthday cake repeat, the one I'd made for Naomi three years earlier.  Here's the one I made for her birthday.


Not perfect, but not too shabby for a rookie mom who only decorates cakes when her kids have birthdays. I thought it would be a fun cake to bring to the Harvest Festival, so I attempted to make it again.

Problem #1 - The cake tore badly when being removed from the pan, which made cutting it into the shape of Hello Kitty's head fairly difficult.

Solution #1 -  I would just leave the cake whole and outline the shape of the head, then frost the background pink.

Problem #2 - Crumbs were flaking off all over the place and mixing in with the frosting.

Solution #2 - None.  Yes, I know you can do a crumb coat, but I've never needed to before and by the time I realized the crumbs were going to be a huge problem it was too late in the game to do anything about it.

Problem #3 - The outline of the head was not turning out well and Hello Kitty's face was misshapen.

Solution #3 - None.  I tried fixing things with toothpicks, but it didn't help.

Problem #4 - The whiskers were way too big and sticking out too straight.

Solution #4 - None.  By the time I realized how over-sized they were and how wrong the angles were, they were stuck on well and just pulled up more crumbs and frosting when I tried to gently remove them.

Problem #5 - The left ear was really torn up and there were tons of crumbs in the white frosting.

Solution #5 - Cover the mess with Hello Kitty's bow.

Problem #6 - The bow was on the wrong side of Hello Kitty's face.

Solution #6 - None.

Problem #7 - The frosting turned out neon pink.

Solution #7 - None.

May I present the cake of humility.


Yes, both Hello Kitty cakes were, in fact, made by the same person.  Ay yi yi!

I almost didn't take it.  I wasn't sure which was worse, not bringing as many cakes as I committed to or punishing someone by sending them home with this cake as a prize.  I ended up taking it and I feel like I owe the winner an apology.  Hopefully it tasted good.

Along came December and I made some of my favorite cookies, ones I only make between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Big, soft, ginger cookies.  Little pillows of cakey goodness that taste like molasses and ginger.  I even doubled the batch, as I thought it would be great to send some with Tim to the school he was subbing at the next morning.  But something went wrong.  Very wrong.  And I have no idea what.  What I do know is that there were no pillows of anything.

There was goo.  Flat goo.


Flat goo that spread all over the cookie sheet. One big mass of goo.


I threw the rest of the dough away and never tried another batch.  I may need therapy for the missed opportunity to eat these cookies in 2013.  Or I may need to just make them on some random day and hope they turn out well.  We'll see.

Enough of the baking hits and misses.  Let's move on to vegetables.  I actually have a success story here.

Back in November I asked on Facebook for suggestions of a veggie to bring for Thanksgiving dinner.  I ended up making broccoli and bacon salad, but a bunch of people suggested roasted brussels sprouts.  I haven't had brussels sprouts since I was a kid and I remember not being much of a fan.  However, over the last year or two we've discovered how much we love roasted veggies, even when we already liked the steamed version.  Since so many people suggested it, I figured I'd give them another chance.  We've tried two different roasting recipes in the last few weeks, neither of which I've gotten around to posting yet, and have learned that we really like roasted brussels sprouts.  I'm so glad people suggested them back in November!  Even though I didn't make them for Thanksgiving, the encouragement to try a food I'd kinda forgotten about it resulted in a new veggie to keep on our menu rotation.  Here are the ones we inhaled last night.


Last, but not least, our upcoming kitchen adventures.

I only took two kids, Silas and Devon, shopping with me the other day and each asked if they could get a specific thing to try.  I agreed, with two conditions.  First, they are each totally responsible for cooking the item they chose.  Second, we all get to (or have to, as the case may be) try a sample of their item after they cook it.  Devon chose a cactus leaf.  Silas chose eggplant.


Silas is now ranked lowest on my "favorite child" list.

Kidding.

I don't actually have a list.  But if I did ...

As much as I detest eggplant and as little as I know about cactus leaves, I'm actually looking forward to seeing what they make out of these two produce items.  It will be interesting, if not tasty

And with that, I'm going to go grab a handful of dry roasted almonds.  No decorating.  No baking.  No list of ingredients.  No purple rubber.  Just an easy, tasty, healthy snack.




Thursday, January 2, 2014

1/2/14 THANKFUL THURSDAY

I'm thankful for enough space to store Christmas decorations for eleven months of the year.

What's something that you're thankful for?