tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28215554873817712022024-03-13T11:48:41.486-04:00A Single Step"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
Welcome to my first steps. And some of my second, third and fourth steps. This blog started out as a place for all of me to explore, but over time my inner foodie has claimed it for herself. She's since been given a home at http://myediblejourney.wordpress.com. Slowly my inner everything else will reclaim this blog.
"The point of the journey is not to arrive." ~RushAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-80508316315551009042012-12-31T14:50:00.000-05:002012-12-31T14:50:28.530-05:00So This Is New Year'sI've been taking a photo a day for all of December, and today will be the last one. "Fun." I'm thinking of stacking some board games that we're going to play with the kids later. Though I could take a picture of my new camera. Teehee!<br />
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Traditionally I suppose a New Year's Eve blog post should be a reflection on the blog year past. But this blog has been very quiet of late. I do apologize. I guess my inner foodie had more to say than I thought. Though to be fair, I've only got just over a dozen posts on <a href="http://myediblejourney.com/" target="_blank">My Edible Journey</a> so far. But it's only been going since July.<br />
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I could look ahead. I've been hearing about this "one word" thing (<a href="http://oneword365.com/blog/">http://oneword365.com/blog/</a>) where you choose/meditate about/stumble upon or otherwise somehow discover your "word" for the coming year. I could do that, I suppose. Though I don't know how much impact would be from the word and how much would be from me conforming situations to fit the word. I'll pray. We'll see.<br />
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I don't do resolutions. Ever. I could. There are loads of things I could beat myself up over, from how the house is kept to how I spend my time to my health and well being, to my faith.... Pretty much everything is fair game for change in some way. Heck, I could resolve to abolish my nemesis, sausage McMuffins, from my diet (sing it with me... "<i>My neme, neme, oooo... my neme, neme, nemesis</i>" Okay, you have to be familiar with Phineas and Ferb to get that one). <br />
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But resolutions have this irritating way of making me focus on the object instead of the objective. And I fixate. And then I beat myself up when I fail. It's a case of going where you look versus looking where you want to go. Put up a roadblock to something and I'll head straight into it. This is why I don't commit to <a href="http://www.eatingrules.com/october-unprocessed-2012/" target="_blank">October Unprocessed</a>. I meet the challenge feeling pressure to not fail, rather than feeling able to succeed.<br />
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So how do I approach January 1st? With release. I let it all go. The expectations, the intentions, the resolutions. Even the Christmas decorations come down in advance of it. <br />
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I try accept not only who I am, but the journey that I am on. The journey is what brings challenge and change. My job is to stay the course, not plot it. In this past year I've had glimpses of Glory, flirted with delving into things that have called me deeper, seen myself both grow and shrink (I've dropped about 10% of my body weight since this time last year, without resolutions, plans or programs) and have discovered more about who I am, what I believe and what I am capable of than ever before. I've embraced turning 40, allowed myself to question what I thought I believed and what I thought I was supposed to believe, and let go of some serious spiritual baggage. Or at least bagged and tagged it for disposal.<br />
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January 1st isn't an event, but it does call me to reflect and pause, which I'd like to do more of. Maybe that can be my resolution. *wink*<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've been reading the September <a href="http://www.homeschoolhorizons.ca/" target="_blank">Homeschool Horizons magazine</a>, and have been inspired by the poetry in it. The kids and I just sat on the couch as I recited a couple of poems to them. Then I searched to see if there was more to the first one, and there is. I love it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">October gave a party;<br />
The leaves by hundreds came-<br />
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,<br />
And leaves of every name.<br />
The Sunshine spread a carpet,<br />
And everything was grand,<br />
Miss Weather led the dancing,<br />
Professor Wind the band.<br /><br />
The Chestnuts came in yellow,</span>
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The Oaks in crimson dressed;<br />
The lovely Misses Maple<br />
In scarlet looked their best;<br />
All balanced to their partners,<br />
And gaily fluttered by;<br />
The sight was like a rainbow<br />
New fallen from the sky.<br /><br />
Then, in the rustic hollow,</span>
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At hide-and-seek they played,<br />
The party closed at sundown,<br />
And everybody stayed.<br />
Professor Wind played louder;<br />
They flew along the ground;<br />
And then the party ended<br />
In jolly "hands around."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Isn't that wonderful? I've always loved poetry, and the imagery in this one just makes me smile. I love that I can share my enjoyment of poems with my kids in a way that doesn't kill the spirit of the words. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can remember in school having to dissect each and every line, being asked questions like, "What did the poet mean when he said ______?" It was frustrating to really get into a poem, only to be told that the way it moved me wasn't what the book said the answer was, and therefore I'd obviously read it wrong. How high school English didn't kill my love of poetry is beyond me. It sure tried.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That's what I love about homeschooling (among other things). We don't grade the work the kids do. There is no pass or fail. No A or F. Poetry can simply inspire. Books can expand the imagination without having to fit into an answer sheet. Our kids are free to be inspired by a story without being told how to feel or think about it. They can enjoy autumn poetry just because.</span><br />
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So, what's next for this currently disjointed blog? Slowly I'll start filling it out with life: homeschooling/unschooling, faith, family... I'm on a journey of self discovery, and I think this space will suit some of what I'm processing. It may not be any less disjointed, but the intense food focus will have it's own space.</div>
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Right now we're celebrating rain. It's been a long, dry summer so far. Yesterday we unexpectedly got enough rain to satisfy the parched ground, revitalize struggling plants and give our water bill a reprieve. I imagine (if it weren't so horribly sticky and humid out) I could hear the plants growing if I stood outside today.</div>
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There has been controversy on blogs I follow (largely the result of punitive minded prominent Christians saying misogynistic and/or abusive things). But today I am in no mood for controversy. Today I want to relax. Maybe because the introvert in me has to spend time with a very lovely, but very extroverted person, whose communication style clashes with mine in a big way. Say it with me - "Serenity now."</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-63239030431444640722012-07-05T14:55:00.001-04:002012-07-05T15:55:42.137-04:00My Edible JourneyWell, it's come to this. My inner foodie and my inner everything else have agreed to part ways. It's an amicable split. The foodie wants her space and everything else wants her space back. So the foodie has been given a brand new blog, and slowly this one will be reclaimed by Mama B, the homeschool mom who is so much more.<br />
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So without further ado, I'd like to present <a href="http://myediblejourney.com/" target="_blank">My Edible Journey</a>. I'll be revisiting recipes that I've posted here on this blog (often with pictures!) as well as giving my inner culinary tourist a place to come out and play. I'm planning a short series on a recent trip to Toronto. For now though, I've gone back 2 years to a recipe about veggie dip, tweaked it, photographed it and posted it. Check it out.<br />
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<a href="http://myediblejourney.com/">myediblejourney.com</a>/ See you there.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-59794125576952881472012-05-29T13:05:00.002-04:002012-05-29T13:42:51.637-04:00Recipe? Yeah not so much.Chef Michael Smith has encouraged people to cook "without a recipe" (and has cookbooks to back that up.... wait, what?). He really is wonderful, and has helped many people look at cooking through a different lens. A lens I grew up with. My mother seldom pulled out a recipe, unless she was baking. She either whipped up tried and true meals, or made things up as she went along. Those things didn't always turn out, mind you (<strike>charred</strike> grilled chicken glazed with soy and dried oregano comes to mind). But that's how she cooked. And as I taught myself to cook, I let recipes guide me, but not necessarily dictate the end result. I love reading cookbooks, and have watched cooking shows for as long as I can remember (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zyTX_K52rk" target="_blank">Celebrity Cooks with Bruno Gerussi</a>, anyone?), and I've always had a passion for food.<br />
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So when my husband and I tried a smokey onion dip at a local barbecue restaurant, I knew I had to recreate it (and not just because my husband gave me that look of "You're making this when?" after his first bite). I googled and found a recipe on the Food Network site from <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/smoked-onion-recipe-recipe/index.html" target="_blank">Diners Drive Ins and Dives</a> that looked promising, but when it came down to it, I didn't have the time to smoke onions. So I ditched the recipe and struck out on my own. The result was an ever so slightly sweet, deeply smokey dip with a savoury edge and a little texture that would make an amazing burger topping. People raved and asked for the recipe. I'll do my best to make this somewhat easy to follow, since I have no exact measurements for anything.<br />
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I started by slicing up a monster Spanish onion and caramelizing it in butter in a stainless pan (non-stick pans just don't give you that sticky, brown goodness). I sprinkled it with a little sugar and a smoked salt that I have, but I'm sure that regular salt would be fine.<br />
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As the onion cooked, I grabbed a bowl and combined roughly equal parts mayonnaise and Greek yogurt (maybe a cup and a half of each?). To that, I added about a teaspoon of garlic powder, a generous squirt of brown sauce (A1 or HP, take your pick), a good splash of Worcestershire, about a teaspoon of smoked paprika (easy to find - even WalMart carries it) and a very generous couple of teaspoons of liquid smoke (check the condiment isle - I use the Hickory). That went into the fridge.<br />
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Once the onions were lovely, brown and pretty soft (but not mush), and the bottom of the pan was covered in that beautiful brown <i>fond</i>, I added another teaspoon or so of smoked paprika, and deglazed the whole thing with some beef broth. Honestly the liquid doesn't matter too much. It could have been chicken stock, beer or just water. I used just enough to get all of the bits scraped up from the bottom of the pan. Then I scraped it into my food processor and pulsed it until no large pieces of onion were left, but there was still some texture.<br />
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After chilling the onion paste in the fridge, I stirred it into the creamy mixture that I'd set aside and tasted it. At that point I played with the salt and smoke. Go with your own preference. Add more garlic powder if you like. Or some cayenne (or chipotle, for extra smokiness). Stir in some crumbled Feta or Bleu cheese if you think it would be good. Once you're happy with it, you're done. It will mellow in the fridge, so if you're making it in advance, taste it before you serve it.<br />
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I served it with wedges of whole wheat pita, but as I said, it would be equally great on a burger. My husband used it as the creamy component to some chicken salad.<br />
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This year my middle sister came with us. I tried to not build up the show too much. We've been to a variety of events which, for one reason or another were spectacular the first year, and disappointing the next. My husband had just come back from a trade show where he experienced that very thing. Sophomore slump? Maybe. I was hoping that wasn't going to be the case this time.<br />
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I want to say straight away that I was encouraged to see new vendors. My dear friends, Roger and Joyce of <a href="http://mrvinegar.ca/" target="_blank"><u>Mr. Vinegar</u></a>, were there. I met them ages ago at a craft show, and their products are truly one of a kind. There were also a few gadgets, and more than a couple olive oil purveyors. There were also a lot of chocolate vendors, it seemed. But there also seemed to be less variety in the savoury foods. A lot of pulled pork. I guess it's cheap and easy to keep warm. No Kobe style beef, no amazing sliders (one booth had some burgers, but "amazing" did not describe their grey appearance). There were many wineries represented, several of them smaller, which I loved to see. There wasn't as much beer, and my husband was disappointed that he couldn't get a beer float again this year. LOL It was a bit of a highlight for him the last time, though he did enjoy a Mocha Porter this time around. I briefly contemplated testing my culinary bravery again this year, tackling another never before eaten food - oysters. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I tried lobster
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We tasted some great cheese at a free seminar, but the seminar itself was a bit like "Cheese for Dummies," so we ate ours and continued to wander the floor. Some vendors were offering a lot of food for a dollar (one ticket). Like a thick slab of peameal bacon on a bun, or a mixed plate of tasty bites. Others offered a tiny morsel for two or more tickets, as though the goal was to make a profit. Some favourites were there again. Namely Brasa and their delectable pineapple. Sliced with a piece of their salty sausage and piled on one of the cheese buns they were serving (all for a single ticket), it was a perfect bite that would have made a great breakfast sandwich! And there were the exquisite chocolates from Nighs. Such creative flavour combinations (milk chocolate with fig and almond, dark chocolate with dried cherry and Merlot salt). We went back to that booth a couple of times. We were hoping for some Vietnamese nibbles too, but every time we walked by, they were sold out. Good for them! We also enjoyed a giant strawberry on a stick, dipped in chocolate and covered in Skor bits. Simple, but still so tasty. <br />
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All in all, had I not experienced the fabulousness that was last year's Food and Wine Expo, I probably would have enjoyed this one much more. We were hard pressed to spend all 20 of our tickets, whereas last year we used a lot more. I'll go next year, with the hope that some of last year's vendors return (Syndicate and Seneca Casino come to mind), and that there is a greater variety again. Judging by the crowd, it seemed like a success again, but time will tell, I suppose.<br />
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And now to climb on my soapbox... I can't close this entry without touching on a pet peeve when it comes to food events. If you follow me on Twitter, you know I've gone off about this before. I cannot stand watching people handle food and money with the same hand. Even if that "money" is just tickets, it's still something that has been handled, perhaps by unwashed bathroom hands, maybe dropped on the floor... I saw one vendor handling food with no gloves at all, and also handling tickets with the same hand. She did not wash her hands between customers. We declined their offerings. And at one booth where I really wanted to try the food, I asked the girl to change her gloves after watching her not only handle tickets and food for multiple customers in a row, but also wipe sweat from her brow (and then plunge her hand into a container of shredded cheese - I didn't get cheese on my dish). She didn't seem put out by the request, but she didn't seem thrilled to have to break stride either. I understand that when things are busy there's a rhythm that develops, but there should be one person handling the currency if changing gloves or washing hands after every customer is an issue. /soapboxAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-82751106659990220132012-05-21T16:52:00.003-04:002012-05-22T11:30:37.859-04:00Happy Victoria Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What an insanely gorgeous long weekend. Here in Canada, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_Day" target="_blank"><u>Victoria Day</u></a> is the official kickoff of summer. It's not always as summery as it is this year, mind you. This weekend has been downright hot compared to many years. And consistently so. Temps in the mid 20's all weekend, with nary a cloud in the sky. There's a huge Food Truck event happening nearby, as well as a carnival, and I imagine both are benefiting tremendously from the amazing weather.<br />
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Here at home it's been great. Hubby has been off since Friday, and is still off tomorrow. We bought a spinning composter, lots of good manure, and 9 tomato plants from <a href="http://www.treeandtwig.ca/" target="_blank"><u>Tree And Twig Heirloom Veggie Farm</u></a>. Save for 2, they're all cherry varieties (yard snacks) and are all going into pots. The garden space is reserved for cucumbers, melons, beans (LOTS of beans) and root veggies this year. We've been sharing our raspberry canes with friends, in an attempt to thwart any plans the thorny plants have for neighbourhood domination, and I've harvested a few purple radishes already. The peas that we planted during an unseasonable warm spell in March are a few feet high already, and our late season planting of horseradish is really looking good. We have yet to buy any flowers to pretty up the front yard. Priorities and all that. LOL<br />
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It's a bit of a lazy afternoon here. The yard is in full sun now, with the morning shade long gone and the evening shade many hours away. Hubby is playing with his audio gear in the basement and the kids are glued to a Phineas and Ferb marathon. I've been blogging, prepping and cooking/smoking a chicken. We're breaking in the rotisserie tonight. So I soaked the bird in a mixture of 1C kosher salt, 1C sugar and about 16C of water. Then I took it out, rinsed it and let it dry well on a rack in the fridge. <br />
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Given the salt in the brine, I didn't salt my seasoning mix very much, or add sugar to it like I would for a normal barbecue rub. Instead, I eyeballed a blend of garlic powder, onion powder, sage, allspice and paprika, and added just a pinch of salt. The allspice may sound unusual, but I've found that it is really nice on grilled poultry (and also amazing with pork). I rubbed the chicken with olive oil and sprinkled it with the seasoning mix. Then I set foil packets of dry and soaked wood chips on the outer two burners on my grill and once they began smoking, we got the rotisserie turning. Later the bird will get a basting of honey, white wine vinegar and a dash of bitters. It should take 1 to 1 1/2 hours. I can't wait. I can smell the smoke as I sit here in my kitchen.<br />
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I've been meaning to try my hand at homemade yogurt for a while. I'd hesitated because of the whole "incubation period" thing. I don't have an electric hot pad or other such device, nor do I wish to shell out money for a yogurt maker. So when I read about yogurt made in a crockpot, my interest was piqued.</div>
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I did a little research, checking out blog posts at <a href="http://www.macheesmo.com/2011/04/crockpot-yogurt/" target="_blank"><u>Macheesemo</u></a>, <a href="http://www.onegoodthingbyjillee.com/2012/04/crockpot-greek-yogurt.html" target="_blank"><u>One Good Thing By Jillee</u></a> and another blog that I cannot for the life of me remember or find again. #annoyed</div>
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Anyway, the basics were all pretty much the same. And after a little digging and discovering that the step to heat the milk to the 180 degree range can be skipped without risking death (scalding the milk first was primarily done when the milk was used in its raw state, rather than already pasteurized), I was ready to begin. Well, after my husband came home with more milk. *Note to self - check your inventory before jumping into a project.</div>
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I poured 2L of 1% milk into my crockpot, popped on the lid and set it on low for an hour. Then I checked the temp every 15 minutes or so after that, until the milk reached about 110F. I took 1/2C of plain Greek yogurt, mixed it with a little of the warm milk and stirred it all back into the pot. Then turned it off, covered it and wrapped the whole thing in a thick bath towel. And there it sat for about 6 hours. Once done, I ladled it into a cheesecloth lined strainer over a large measuring cup and left it overnight.</div>
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What did I learn? A few things...</div>
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<li>Six hours isn't long enough to get a nice, tangy yogurt. I'll go for eight the next time.</li>
<li>Straining it overnight creates something more like cream cheese than Greek yogurt.</li>
<li>It's all but impossible to incorporate the whey back into the yogurt once it's gotten that solid. The texture is like slightly milky cottage cheese. I may take my stick blender to it. </li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Based on all of that, I think I'll invert my timing the next time, making the yogurt before bed and straining it for a couple of hours in the morning. Over all making it, even with the loss of volume that comes from straining it, seems worth it. The least expensive Greek yogurt is still about $4 for 500ml. And if I can get the flavour and texture right, the kids will happily eat it. The bonus is the whey, which I can use in bread dough, pizza crusts, smoothies, marinades.... </span><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-9737815771744041152012-04-10T10:19:00.001-04:002012-04-10T10:22:31.960-04:00Pin Mining - Rhubarb EditionSome could argue that Spring has been here since Autumn left us. We really didn't have much of a Winter in Southern Ontario. A scant dusting of snow a few times, and I think there was enough to shovel a couple of times. The kids were both thrilled that the grass was finally covered enough to go sledding and bummed that it only happened once.<br />
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This past Easter weekend is the first I can recall where I saw dandelions, Magnolias, the last of the Forsythia blossoms (they've been out for weeks) and fruit trees in bloom. We've gone looking for fruit blossoms on Mother's Day and been too early. At this rate, there will be Lilacs by the first of May!<br />
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Our own garden is coming to life as well. The peas and radishes the kids and I planted last month are doing nicely under some protective plastic. My kitchen window is bursting with beans and cucumbers and melons. The only thing missing is a patch of rhubarb. <br />
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Ah rhubarb. I fondly remember my cousin and I sitting on our grandmother's glider swing, under the big tree, reading first edition X-Men and Richie Rich comics and eating stalks of rhubarb, fresh from the garden, dipped in little dishes of white sugar. How much of her patch did we go through each year? And whatever happened to those bags of comics anyway?<br />
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My grandmother's meringue topped rhubarb custard was another treat I fondly remember. Made in a deep dish pan, the fruit was tangy and stringy, tempered by the custard-y filling and topped with mounds of fluffy, golden meringue. My mother has the recipe. I must get it, even if I may be the only one to eat it.<br />
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So as my thoughts have turned to rhubarb, I thought I'd go digging through <a href="http://http//pinterest.com" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> for some Spring inspiration. There are plenty of recipes for rhubarb/strawberry desserts, rhubarb/raspberry creations and even a few that look like my Nana's pie. But here are three that are new to me and look like they're worth a try.<br />
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<b>Rhubarb Upside Down Cake</b><br />
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<b>Rhubarb Iced Tea</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have, however, watched Nigella Lawson boil her chicken in her buttermilk marinade before finishing it off in hot oil, seen Alton Brown's 147 step process for fried chicken perfection, heard arguments for and against both shallow frying and deep frying, read that the best fried chicken has a thin crust, a thick crust, a double dipped crust, a breading, a coating, a dredge, a batter.... I'm starting to understand why I have yet to achieve any success with this beast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Another item I've been thinking of lately that I would like to make myself is pita bread. I've made naan on the barbecue with wonderful results. But I have yet to pull out (find) my pizza stone and attempt homemade pitas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I made ricotta once. It was for a cheesecake recipe. I decided that I'd make the cheese instead of buying it. But since I wasn't all that familiar with ricotta, I wasn't sure that my finished product was right (it was, apparently). I ended up dumping it and making a dash to the store. That was... disappointing. But I learned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Speaking of cheese, I'd like to make my own mozzarella, too. I saw a recipe recently for it that looked relatively easy, if I can find rennet. I'd like to make yogurt, too. Yeah, yeah, I know it's supposed to be easy. I've seen Alton Brown do it</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">, but I think I'll try it anyway </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(I need to stop watching him turn simple recipes into enough steps to fill half hour long shows).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Some day I hope to smoke my own meat. Making my own sausage is another aspiration. I will own a smoker, eventually. One that can do both hot and cold smoking. I'll smoke cheese, and vegetables, and salt.... Yum!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And some day I'll make duck confit. I know I can buy it, and I don't even do that, but for some reason it beckons me to attempt it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then there are the things I want to perfect. Ribs, pulled pork, those thin burgers that are smashed down and cooked over insanely high heat on a griddle so that they develop a nice crust.... </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-51846956378602287232012-03-09T11:34:00.001-05:002012-03-09T11:38:03.003-05:00My poor, neglected blogAs I type this, I have an adorable 4 year old girl and a sweet 7 year old boy coughing on either side of me. The Boy fell to the sick last Saturday. By Sunday he was feverish. Little Miss followed suit by Monday. While the fevers are gone, a lingering cough has made both miserable and sleep elusive. I'm not one to go to the doctor for a sniffle, but this was getting to be too much. For all of us. So last night we saw a doctor, got some puffers, and hopefully set the kids on the road to recovery.<br />
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In the meantime life has been all but paused. The house is... messy. The dishes, however (by the grace of my amazing husband) are mostly caught up (not that we're using a lot - the kids haven't eaten much and I haven't cooked a full meal in nearly a week). Social commitments are on hold. And my poor blog has been on the back burner for quite a while. <br />
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I don't exactly have a recipe to share right now anyway. Though with a bit more dedicated time I may put together a fantasy post of foods I'm itching to try. I can offer a book review though.<br />
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I ordered a book late last week and was eagerly awaiting its arrival. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/158008575X/ref=oh_o00_s00_i00_details"><span class="image-box"> </span> Can It, Bottle It, Smoke It: And Other Kitchen Projects</a>, by Karen Solomon. I have been getting into preserving more and more, and I'd heard some buzz about this book and it piqued my interest.<br />
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I probably should have paid more heed to the reviews. While many are great, some seem to come from people like myself, looking for something more relevant to actual preserving. I don't need recipes for pretzels, bagels and curry powder, nor are they what I was expecting. It's a great book, but just not for me. I think I want something more "hippie-ish" as my husband calls it. Something with more actual preserving information, not just interesting recipes for making store bought items at home.<br />
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I'm taking recommendations. And watch this space for a fantasy food post. Coming.... whenever my spare time isn't occupied by trying to cram in sleep to make up for what I'm not getting through the night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-21966032387252403322012-02-03T09:27:00.005-05:002012-02-04T12:41:22.355-05:00Loving Greek yogurtMy kids have always enjoyed yogurt, but I was never terribly keen on the junk in so much of what's out there. I did my best to buy stuff without extra stabilizers and curious new breakthrough <strike>gimmicks</strike> ingredients designed to get people to spend more so they could look good while wearing green. I longed for Greek yogurt to become more readily available.<br />
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So you can imagine how happy I am with all of the choices available in stores now. My kids aren't eating as much yogurt as they used to, ironically. Greek yogurt is spendy, but I'm fine paying for quality. And I love using it in recipes where I'd otherwise use sour cream, or have to strain conventional yogurt overnight to achieve the right texture (Tzatziki comes to mind).<br />
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Speaking of recipes, I saw on Twitter this morning that <b><a href="http://www.foodbloggersofcanada.com/2012/02/oikos-super-bowl-recipe-give-away/" target="_blank">Oikos is giving away free yogurt</a></b> to people who blog about their product (yeah, I'm about as subtle as purple panties under white pants). It's a good product and we like it. So why not? I can repost one of their recipes, tweak one or post one of my own, which is what I'll do.<br />
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My husband and I enjoy the quiet after the kids are in bed. Some nights we skip supper so that we can relax later with a drink and this dip. It's best served with tortilla chips, and the inspiration comes from the overpriced nacho dips in the cold section of the produce area at a local grocery chain. I often have a homemade "taco spice" blend on hand, but when I don't I just use the spices listed below, tweaking the final flavour before spreading it all in a dish. And sometimes I like a dash of smoked paprika in it, too. I love that this can be played with to suit any taste.<br />
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1 8oz block light cream cheese, at room temperature<br />
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1t ground cumin<br />
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1 t garlic powder<br />
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2 T minced red onion<br />
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In a large bowl or stand mixer, whip together the cream cheese, yogurt, spices and salt. Fold in the onion and jalapeno. Spread into a shallow, small baking dish and smooth the top. Spread the salsa over it and cover with the shredded cheese. Let sit in the fridge for a few hours for the flavours to mix. Serve with tortillas.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-38578864978222264592012-01-23T10:54:00.001-05:002012-01-23T11:14:36.612-05:00Chinese New Year<div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/artchick2004/216646045/" target="_blank"><img alt="Chinese Food Sign by fab4chiky, on Flickr" border="0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/66/216646045_b6b24509a4_m.jpg" title="Chinese Food Sign by fab4chiky, on Flickr" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img align="left" alt="Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic License" border="0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by/2.0/80x15.png" title="Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic License" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/artchick2004/" target="_blank"> fab4chiky</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>I have a near lifelong friend with whom I share my passion for food and food culture. Before we had kids we spent a lot of time exploring Chinatown in Toronto, and the <a href="http://www.pacificmalltoronto.com/" target="_blank">Pacific Mall</a> in Markham. We were told off by an old Chinese man for daring to ask what a Dragonfruit was. We marveled at the array of amazing edibles in boxes along busy sidewalks, and old grandmothers sitting quietly with bunches of fresh garlic at their feet, waiting to sell to whomever needed garlic right there. We stood, dazed by the choices for lunch in the food court of the largest indoor Chinese mall in North America. We also discovered that if you're going to need a washroom and are afraid of creepy basement corridors with bare bulbs hanging between dusty pipes, go before heading to Chinatown along Spadina Avenue.<br />
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Over the years we've celebrated our love of Chinese food (and Asian food in general) in many ways, including a few Chinese New Year inspired feasts that we've both shared with friends and had the pleasure of catering for others. Now that we have children, we're passing along our passion for these flavours to them.<br />
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Yesterday I spent a good part of the afternoon prepping a relatively simple meal of Char Siu (Chinese barbecue pork - in this case tenderloin), Chow Mein (stir fried noodles and veggies), and scallion pancakes. Not authentic, but as Chef Michael Smith once said (paraphrase alert), "When playing culinary tourist, my goal isn't to be authentic. My goal is to make dinner." So while we didn't enjoy any whole steamed fish or lotus bean tarts, we enjoyed some new flavours and dishes. Okay, so the pancakes weren't as good as I remember, and the kids didn't care for them either, but the pork was a hit, and the noodles were so good that hubby found our son eating leftovers off of Dad's plate after we'd all finished.<br />
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And that was the goal for me. To find some new foods and flavours that we can incorporate into our menu. Hoisin sauce isn't some weird, foreign flavour now. Noodles can replace rice (without calls for pasta sauce on them). "Chinese food" doesn't sound strange.<br />
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I think I'd like to continue this through the year, as more culinary festivities come up around the world. This means I get to research food traditions and play culinary tourist, the kids get to learn about the world around them through food, I get to recreate global dishes using local ingredients whenever possible, and hubby... he gets to enjoy it all. LOL Though I think I may skip the Haggis for Robbie Burns day on Wednesday. Perhaps a nice bowl of Cock-a-Leekie soup instead?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-65529131564713723442012-01-19T14:45:00.000-05:002012-01-19T14:45:47.777-05:00I love vinegarI am a sour freak. I love sour things. Always have. When I was pregnant with my kids, one of my cravings was for sour things. Especially gummy candy doused in citric acid. As a kid I loved those 5 cent sour soothers (or sour keys as we called them) and their penny candy cousins (they're probably all a quarter each at least now). Don't give me "Sour Patch Kids." They aren't sour enough. When I want sour, I don't want to mess around with sweetness that takes over after a few moments. I want face puckering, tongue twitching sourness that may even bring a tear to the eye.<br />
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So it's no surprise that I love vinegar. And a few years ago I happened upon a lovely couple who would rock my world. I was at a Thanksgiving craft show, perusing the gourmet food tent. There were so many vendors with so many lovely things to try. Spreads and jams and sauces and chocolate and cookies and... vinegar. Not your average flavour enhanced vinegars that are everywhere (shouldn't raspberry vinegar actually be made from raspberries?). This was the real deal. Small batch, home made, properly fermented vinegar. I was drawn to one called Ale and Rum, if I remember correctly. It was apparently made with Smithwick's Ale, and it was like the punchiest malt vinegar you've ever tasted. My taste buds exploded. Wow, was it amazing! I was hooked. I forget what else was offered that day, as the varieties have changed and evolved over the years, but from that day nearly 10 years ago, I have been a loyal customer of Mr. Vinegar - aka Roger Lambert and his wonderful wife Joyce.<br />
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If you go to their website (<a href="http://mrvinegar.ca/">mrvinegar.ca</a>) you'll see Roger and Joyce's smiling faces first. Then you'll read a bit about what makes their vinegar special. Words like "small batches" and "static fermentation" share space with "premium" and "international awards." But this isn't a huge corporation. It's a cottage business, run by a couple with a passion for quality and innovation. From their original offerings, they've played with ingredients and created some amazing varieties of vinegar. Among my favourites are the "Rapture of Raspberry" and Peach Chardonnay. The "Barley Wine," which is their malt vinegar is the best thing fish and chips ever met, and while pricey (you have to inquire about the price and availability), Roger's Maple Syrup Vinegar is a sweet/tart offering that is out of this world and worth every penny. It is a showstopper on a salad of mixed greens, dried cherries or cranberries, toasted nuts and Feta cheese!<br />
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Why am I writing this? Because I am passionate about food, and about local food. And Mr. Vinegar is a local (Hamilton) producer of top quality vinegar. It is a company that I am proud to support and promote. <br />
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</tbody></table>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-6437955796934167772012-01-16T15:01:00.000-05:002012-01-16T15:01:51.294-05:00Cookies and CamerasThose of you who have read this blog for a while (or even just skimmed it and noticed the pictures) know that I have never claimed to be a photo blogger. I don't imagine I will ever post recipes in photo by photo detail, with ingredients neatly displayed on my counter and dozens of images of each step along the way. I don't even really enjoy reading posts like that, so it's doubtful that I'd ever adopt that style. I'm more of a "give me the money shot and get to the recipe already" kind of person.<br />
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That said, I got thinking about my humble blog as the new year began. I don't think I want to be a mega-blogger, with deadlines and sponsors and thousands of readers. Not right now. I like being a small time blogger in a big pool of talent. It affords me the time to be inspired and learn from that inspiration. So it is with photography. I looked up the manual for my little Nikon 8mp camera the other day and discovered that I can do things with it. Like use a setting called "macro" to take better close up shots. And play with light levels so that not everything I take a picture of in natural light looks like it's glowing.<br />
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There is a lot to read, and I have much practice before I can claim that I'm doing well, but I played a bit today and I think I got an image or two hat I can say are better than they would have been before I was inspired to learn more.<br />
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And on the plus side, having cookies to photograph means that we have cookies to eat. These were inspired by <a href="http://chefmichaelsmith.com/Recipe/chocolate-chip-cookies/" target="_blank"><u>Chef Michael Smith's chocolate chip cookies</u></a>.<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><b>Marbled Cocoa Chip Cookies</b> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">1/2 cup butter, softened</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1/3 cup dark brown sugar</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1/3 cup white sugar </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1 tablespoon corn syrup</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1 egg</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1/4 teaspoon salt</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1 1/2 cups all purpose flour</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1 teaspoon baking powder</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1/4 cup cocoa</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;">1 cup chocolate chips</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Instructions</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Preheat oven to 375°F (190°C).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">In a large bowl (or stand mixer) cream the butter and sugars together until smooth. Add the corn syrup, egg, vanilla and salt and beat until totally blended. Scrape down the bowl, sprinkle over the baking powder and add the flour, mixing just until combined (yeah, I don't follow standard cookie protocol). Stir in the cocoa and chocolate chips until just marbled. Streaks of cocoa should still be visible (it may be best to do this by hand, as I overmixed it a bit in my stand mixer).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Working with a teaspoon, scoop up some dough and roll it between your hands and flatten it lightly on a greased or or lined cookie tray. Leave space for the cookies room to expand.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Bake for 12 minutes (15 if you like them crisper), and let cool on a wire rack.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">I got 2 dozen from this.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-35436838488962612162012-01-09T16:08:00.000-05:002012-01-09T16:08:42.382-05:00The Evolution of DinnerI woke up this morning with no clue what tonight's dinner would be. There's soup in the fridge, but the kids won't touch it (just because it's black bean and cabbage... what's so bad about that?). There's pork cutlets that I browned the other day because they'd come out of the freezer and had to be cooked. The freezer holds meatballs, various frozen appetizers that hubby and I keep on hand for in house "date nights," and some larger cuts of meat that would not freeze in enough time to enjoy tonight.<br />
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By this afternoon I was no further ahead. I got thinking of the meatballs and the pork cutlets. I didn't want to do pasta and tomato sauce. What about gravy? Ooh, there's time to caramelize some onions. How about onion gravy? How about onion gravy with cranberry sauce, finished with sour cream? Yeah, that's what I want. I love onion gravy, and my 7 year old loves meatballs with cranberry sauce in the gravy. But... the pork cutlets need to be used up first. So we're having those instead.<br />
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The gravy goes like this (no real recipe)...<br />
* Caramelize some onions (4 small in this case) in some oil and butter over low heat until lovely and sticky and brown.<br />
* Deglaze with booze. I had a little whiskey on hand. I let it all cook off.<br />
* Sprinkle with flour (generously heaped dessert spoon).<br />
* Add beef broth (a couple of cups?) and bring to a boil to thicken. <br />
*Add a little cranberry sauce (I made up a small batch - 1/4 C water, 1/4C sugar, 1C cranberries, simmered 10 minutes)<br />
* Add meat and simmer for a while.<br />
* Adjust seasonings to taste. Add sour cream (I hope I don't forget that step).<br />
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I'd serve it over mashed potatoes, but the kids don't like them, so I'll do something more like home fries. I'll serve it all with pickles and some cucumbers in vinegar in lieu of a salad.<br />
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So that's it. From nothing to a spark to a craving for yummy gravy to supper. In the middle of the afternoon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-33946551834329601392011-12-31T18:16:00.004-05:002012-01-13T13:21:36.642-05:00IndianI realize it's New Year's Eve and everyone is doing retrospective posts about the year behind, or resolving to make 2012 ______ (fill in the blank with the positive action word of your choosing). Me? I don't do resolutions. And I haven't really spent much time looking back on the past year.<br />
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So instead of all that, I'm going to talk about my first experience eating Indian food in a restaurant. I've had (bad) Indian takeout, I've had good curries in the homes of friends, I've made some curries that have been quite good myself, and I had some awesome nibbles in Toronto during <a href="http://www.tasteofthedanforth.com/tasteofthedanforth.php" target="_blank"><u>Taste of the Danforth</u></a> some years ago. But I had never eaten in an authentic Indian establishment until my friend and I went to a place downtown last night.<br />
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It was one of those post-holiday craziness, last minute "I need out!" kind of nights for her, and I was only to happy to go along. We circled around a few times before settling on the pay and display lot across the street from the restaurant. It was raining. We didn't want to walk far (aside - what is up with the weather? No snow of any substantial amount thus far, near double digit temps... I'm in a tank top as I type this). Anyway, we sat in a quiet little corner by the window and had a look at the menu. There were several dishes I was familiar with, at least by name, and several I'd never heard of. The descriptions were very helpful (I'll try to link to as many recipes as possible, for those who, like me aren't as familiar with the cuisine as others, but I make no promises about how authentic they are). I knew I wanted <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/onionbhaji_85976" target="_blank"><u>onion bhaji</u></a>, and was hoping for <a href="http://www.manjulaskitchen.com/2007/02/19/vegetable-pakora/" target="_blank"><u>pakora</u></a>, but they don't have that. There were so many delicious looking appetizers that we settled on a mixed platter, which included two kinds of ground meat kebabs, onion bhaji, generous <a href="http://www.food-india.com/recipe/R026_050/R032.htm" target="_blank"><u>samosas</u></a> and <a href="http://www.indianfoodforever.com/non-veg/chicken/chicken-tikka.html" target="_blank"><u>chicken tikka</u></a>, with <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/cucumberandmintraita_67787" target="_blank"><u>raita</u></a>, and two anonymous dipping sauces; one sweet, the other very hot. We chose a white wine to accompany our meal, though they do have Indian beer as well.<br />
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While we waited for our appetizers to arrive, we were served two paper thin <a href="http://www.masalarecipes.com/indian-bread-recipes/papadum-recipe/" target="_blank"><u>papadums</u></a>, flavoured with whole cumin seeds. A bit like a very light chip, it was pleasant to have something to nibble while we waited. We also ordered the rest of our meal at that point, having taken our time with the menu.<br />
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We decided to order a meat dish and a vegetable dish each to share, plus two pieces of naan bread in lieu of rice. My friend ordered <a href="http://www.curryfrenzy.com/curry/recipes/Chicken-Dupiaza.html" target="_blank"><u>Chicken Dupiaza</u></a>, <a href="http://www.nandyala.org/mahanandi/archives/2005/11/07/chana-masala/" target="_blank"><u>Channa Masala</u></a> and a hot mango pickle. I settled on a beef dish called <a href="http://hamariweb.com/recipes/bhuna_gosht_meat_rid1341.aspx" target="_blank"><u>Bhuna Gosht</u></a>, which boasted a "rich, thick sauce" and <a href="http://hamariweb.com/recipes/bhuna_gosht_meat_rid1341.aspx" target="_blank"><u>Saag Paneer</u></a>, a classic dish of spinach and Indian cheese. The dishes were smaller than I'd expected, but they ended up being just right for two to share, with some leftover for my friend to take home. I really liked the sauces that each of the dishes had. Perfect for dipping the bread into. The beef was braised and quite tender. The chicken was alright, but I found it a little bland. I really appreciated the contrast that crispy peppers and onions in each dish provided. The chickpeas (channa masala) were really tasty, and the cheese in the saag paneer reminded me a little of curds. I found that the spinach was a bit strong, but it was nice when mixed with the sauce from one of the other dishes.<br />
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We didn't get dessert, but there seems to be a variety of authentic Indian sweets to choose from. Maybe next time. We were a bit full, and opted for a walk before heading to another place for dessert. <br />
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The service was great. We had the manager and two servers taking care of us. It wasn't terribly busy, and the pace of our meal was very relaxed. I lost track of time, but I think we were nearly an hour and a half. I grabbed a takeout menu, and I definitely will be using it in the new year. There, I'll call that a resolution!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">This review is linked to UrbanSpoon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/242/1421960/restaurant/Ontario/St-Catharines/Touch-Of-India-Restaurant-St-Catharines"><img alt="Touch Of India Restaurant on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/logo/1421960/minilogo.gif" style="border: none; height: 15px; width: 104px;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-68404477309795317792011-12-23T10:49:00.002-05:002011-12-23T10:53:13.377-05:00Nearly ready<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'll save you the ubiquitous "wow, that went by fast," and "I can't believe Christmas is already here" comments so often seen at this point (though they are true). Instead, I'm going to focus on something that doesn't come naturally to me. Organization. LOL I'm not making a lot, but much of it needs to be done in the day or two immediately before Christmas.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm not hosting Christmas in any way this year. I never do. Our home is too small for more than maybe two extra people. Even at that, the kitchen table would be cramped. We were content to do Christmas here, with just the four of us. It's not how I grew up (we always went to a relatives, or hosted the whole big shebang), but it worked. Except the kids got a bit older and started getting restless spending the whole day at home, even with their new toys. Going to the inlaws for (an admittedly more low key than I'm used to) dinner breaks up the day and gives the kids a whole new (and much, much larger) space to play.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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My mother in law likes to cook. We have different styles, mind you. To strike a balance, I've offered to bring a few things this year. I made some of Jamie Oliver's "<a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/other-recipes/get-ahead-gravy" target="_blank">get ahead gravy</a>" earlier this week. Unfortunately the butcher gave us eight chicken wing <i>pieces</i> instead of eight whole wings. That has a dramatic effect on the end product, I can assure you. I hope the turkey produces lots of flavourful drippings. In the new year I'll make the recipe again, with the proper amount of chicken parts. It would be nice to have some gravy in the freezer for quick meals.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've broken down the rest of what I need to do into blocks of time. Last night I made the chocolate crust for the Candy Cane Cheesecake. This morning I made the base for the sausage stuffing. Bulk sausage, browned with a melange of diced vegetables (onion, garlic, peppers, celery), seasoned with some traditional herbs (sage and thyme) and some which are less so (oregano and basil, in a nod to my Italian roots). My mother often adds mushrooms to hers, and rosemary, but I'm a fan of neither. I've added eggplant in past years to bulk things up even more, but I couldn't find any that weren't either huge or past their prime this week. I've contemplated adding roasted chestnuts. I still may. Tomorrow I'll mix it all up with bread cubes and stock and pack it into a pan to cook alongside the bird on Sunday.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Later today I'll make up the cheesecake, using <a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Candy-Cane-Cheesecake" target="_blank"><u>this recipe</u></a> from Taste of Home. I'll add extra crushed candy cane to ramp up the Christmas quotient, so I'll need to get those crushed soon. It seems to be a tradition in our family to finish our holiday meal with a mint dessert. I think I've done candy cane ice cream the past two years. The mint is a very refreshing way to end a large meal. Somehow it makes me feel less over-stuffed and a little more comfortable as I leave the table. LOL</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I want to make a couple of gift foods as well, but I'll share about those later, as the recipients might actually read this before I see them.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then there's the bacon to pre-cook for Christmas brunch and the chocolate chip muffins to bake to nibble between the stockings and the gifts. I *think* that's everything. Oh, and I have Christmas cards to finish making, gifts to organize and all of those last minute details (like showering and making sure the children are clean) to attend to. Glad I wrapped hubby's gifts yesterday.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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Since I will not be blogging again between now and Christmas, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. Thanks for reading my little blog. May the year ahead bring blessings of peace, hope and joy to you and those you love!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Cheese Walnut Cranberry Shortbread</b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 Cup butter, softened</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 tsp paprika</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 tsp garlic powder</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 tsp Kosher salt (careful if you're using a salty cheese)</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4 C grated flavourful cheese, at room temperature (I used a blend of old cheddar, <a href="http://canadacheeseman.wordpress.com/2011/01/26/oka-is-okay-by-me/" target="_blank">Oka</a> and Asiago - this is no time for mozarella and colby)</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1/2 C chopped toasted walnuts</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1/2 C chopped dried cranberries</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2 1/2 C flour</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">milk, to moisten</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Preheat oven to 400F. Line baking sheets with parchment paper.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the bowl of a mixer, cream the butter, spices and salt. Add the cheese, walnuts and cranberries and blend well. Mix in the flour until crumbly. Add the milk, a teaspoon at a time, until the dough just barely comes together. I may have used a tablespoon or so.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">On a floured board, work with half the dough at a time. Bring it together with your hands and roll out to 1/4" thickness. Cut out into desired shapes, place on prepared sheets and bake for 12 minutes, until light brown. Cool on wire racks and store in an airtight container.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Makes about 5-6 dozen, depending on size. </span><br />
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I had a package of unsalted, cultured butter in the fridge which I had bought for something else that never did get made. I thought it would make a lovely cookie, and so I pulled it out to soften. I found a recipe that used plain flour and some icing sugar, plus a whisper of vanilla. It sounded lovely. The softened butter danced in the mixer with the sugar until it was a fluffy mass on the sides of the bowl. I added a restrained splash of vanilla and smiled. By the time my 4 year old and I had patted out the soft dough, scored it and docked it with little fork marks, I was eagerly anticipating the cookies that would come. Going against my own nature, I waited for them to cool before sneaking a taste from a crumbly corner. The flaky fleck almost melted on my tongue. Such a wonderful texture. And then... nothing. No flavour. Just blandness. <br />
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I forgot the salt! The scant 1/4 tsp of savoury balance that holds together the very fabric of the food world was still in my little blue salt pig. The subtle nuance of flavour from the expensive block of cultured butter was lost forever, and the whisper of vanilla was mute. I tried in vain to salvage the batch, smearing some of the biscuits with melted chocolate and a sprinkle of salt, but it was too late. There was no saving them. Though, to be honest, my husband will probably still eat them all. He just loves shortbread and can't bear for it to go to waste.<br />
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Tonight I'm making a batch of savoury shortbread with Oka cheese, walnuts and dried cranberries. And salt.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-51382558504172059452011-12-02T10:22:00.000-05:002011-12-02T10:22:35.154-05:00Oh yeah. Duh.I tried to make candy for my ladies gourmet night. Twice. A single batch, and then a double. And nothing worked. At first, I thought it was the granulated sugar that I rolled the fruit jellies in, instead of icing sugar. I thought perhaps the hygroscopic properties of the sugar was the culprit that was making my candies weep and soften. But the next day the same happened when I used the powdered sugar. And then I looked outside. And realized it had been raining heavily for a couple of days. Um, duh. High humidity and candy don't mix. I know this. And yet somehow I totally spaced on such a simple fact.<br />
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That's okay. I didn't even end up going anyway. Seriously. I skipped my beloved gourmet night. In favour or what, you ask? Sanity. Simple sanity.<br />
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Wednesday was a stressful day, coming off of a stressful several days (did you read my last post?) I was frustrated by my candy failure, unimpressed with my appetizer offering (barbecue pulled pork wontons), short with the kids, spinning in circles in my own mind, and feeling like my breaking point was in sight. My friend was coming to pick me up just after 7:00. Hubby took the kids out just before 6:00. Between those two times, I called my friend to let her know that I just was not going. I asked her to come by and pick up my appetizers, and convey my apologies to the group. I couldn't go. The thought of socializing, even with friends, was too much. The thought of sitting at someone else's house, sitting on the couch watching a movie left me realizing that if I was going to spend the evening in front of the TV, I wanted it to be with my husband. <br />
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And do you know what happened? The moment I hung up the phone and sat down to continue making my appetizers, I smiled. I began singing the Christmas song on the radio. My heart lifted and I felt... good. Like I'd sprinted back from the brink to a cozy, safe place where I could sprawl out and breathe. The relief was palpable. And it felt wonderful. I'd made the choice to do something for me. And I didn't regret it or feel selfish. And I got to put my kids to bed and give them extra cuddles, and I got to curl up with my husband for a little TV and, most importantly, time spent sharing the same space without running here and there. It was a good decision. One I won't hesitate to make again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-28219670545906326562011-11-28T12:29:00.001-05:002011-11-28T12:34:38.007-05:00If My Inspiration ReturnsOur four year old princess has been sick for a bit now. What started out nearly 2 weeks ago as a fever and cough progressed to what we thought was the flu, then maybe nothing, then maybe Roseola, then.... We really don't know. Any of the above are still on the table, but the bottom line is that she has this wet, lingering cough that is keeping her (and me) from sleeping well and has been the suspected root cause of her throwing up at least 3 times in the past week and a half. Taking medicine also triggers her gag reflex (though not immediately - a few minutes after willingly taking it). Now she won't take anything at all. I don't blame her, mind you. All of this has left me quite stressed. And tired. Very tired.<br />
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This week I have a couple of things requiring my time in the kitchen. I need to make cupcakes for the kids for an event with a group that says it's "nut aware." We've come to realize that what they mean is that they know peanut allergies exist. Period. It doesn't mean that they take any steps to choose safe snacks for affected children. Don't get me started. I wish that Babycakes mini-cupcake maker was available in Canada. <br />
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Anyway, there is also my ladies gourmet night. We're doing a goodie exchange and tapas. We need to bring 4 1/2 dozen of something, plus appetizers for 8. I have my dishes in mind. Pink grapefruit "Turkish delight" (jelly candies, which I'll roll in white sugar and citric acid, for zing), and Asiago frico cups filled with balsamic drizzled arugula and topped with some smoked prosciutto. Sounds simple? And it is. Except my motivation has vanished along with my energy. I'm debating going at all at this point. I want to, but I don't, kwim?<br />
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What I really want is to take an evening when all of this sick is over and get a hotel room, by myself. I want to zone out alone, just staring at the wall if I choose to, knowing that short of a fire in the potted plant in the hall or a Spider Man wanna-be smashing through the window in my room, I will not be required to do anything. Nothing will be demanded of me. No one will need me to fetch water, get a snack, find socks, wash clothes....<br />
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I guess I'm just feeling a bit burnt out. There is enough positive to keep me going right now. It's just hard to focus on when I'm so worn down. Little Miss is really doing okay. We'll take her to the doctor later, just to find out what's going on and if it's running its course. I can't imagine trying to give her anything for it at this point. She's so gun-shy that we'd never get it in, let alone figure out how to make her keep it down. But I'm heading into the negative again. Ultimately she's still relatively perky, still cuddly, still her happy self. Just not as often. And her brother, who I need to stop referring to as "Little Mister" now that he's turned seven, is taking the lack of attention relatively well. Must remember to focus some time just for him today.<br />
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I'm going to take some time to dwell on the pluses, rather than the minuses, and see where that gets me today. Prayer is a great way to shift from looking inward at the bad stuff to outward at our blessings. I'll admit it's not always my go-to solution, though.<br />
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So, if I end up roasting the chicken I bought on the weekend (assuming it's still good) rather than sticking it in the freezer, we can assume things are looking up. I'll Tweet about it later and let you know.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-48468630061952389232011-11-15T09:17:00.002-05:002011-11-15T09:25:33.550-05:00Let the season beginAnd just like that, we're hurtling towards Christmas. Wasn't it just Hallowe'en? Wasn't it just early October? So now we sit, on the edge of the cliff, ready to base jump into "the holiday season." Some have already taken the plunge, diving headlong into the lights and trees and garland and bows. Others hang back from even peering over for another few weeks. Me? I'm gearing up to rappel down for a bit, easing into things so that I don't miss a lot on the way by.<br />
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I began playing Christmas music the other day. Just a little, and mostly instrumental. I'm not ready for full fledged choirs singing Angels We Have Heard on High yet. Though I'll admit that I've begun dreaming of a White Christmas and longing for a little snow (it was 17C yesterday).<br />
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And I've begun... no, not baking. I don't bake a lot at Christmas. I've begun making candy. I found a bag of my beloved Meyer lemons on the weekend and spent part of yesterday turning them into candied peel (and some bonus lemonade and Meyer lemon infused simple syrup). <br />
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</tbody></table>I's so simple to make candied peel. Last year I made quite a bit. I love nibbling on it through the season. The kitchen smelled amazing (until I shattered the plastic spray bottle of vinegar, anyway).<br />
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<div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Candied Citrus Peel</b></div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2 Cups citrus peel</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Boiling water </div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2 1/2 Cups white sugar, divided</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 Cup water</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Scrub the fruit to remove any wax (organic is worth it here). Peel it and cut the peel into strips (I make mine pretty narrow - think shoestring fry). Place in a medium saucepan and cover with boiling water and simmer for 5 minutes. Strain and repeat 2 more times (it helps to have a kettle of recently boiled water handy). If you're doing grapefruit, you may want to repeat the process for a total of up to 5 times, as it tends to be more bitter.</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Meanwhile, place 2 cups of sugar into a medium saucepan with 1 cup of water, over medium heat. Stir to dissolve the sugar. Add the blanched, strained peel and simmer for 45 minutes to 1 hour, until the peel is soft and translucent.</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Strain the syrup into a container to save and spread the strips of peel on a wire rack set over foil or parchment. Once cool, toss them in the remaining sugar. Epiphany moment - I added a little citric acid as well, to cut some of the sweetness and complement the lemon flavour. It's wonderful! Spread the pieces out again, keeping them separate, and leave them to dry for several hours, or overnight.</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">These can be dipped in chocolate, nibbled with a cheese and nut tray, or chopped up to add to fruit breads, muffins and cookies.</div><br />
Oh, and I've also been replaying our kick off to Christmas last year. The amazing <b><a href="http://asinglestepblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/flash-mob.html" target="_blank">Chorus Niagara Flash Mob</a> </b>that we got to witness. Still the best way I've ever started the holidays!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-38934458952955070282011-11-01T12:15:00.000-04:002011-11-01T12:15:23.279-04:00Of Hallowe'en and Chicken SoupIt was a quiet Hallowe'en (am I the only one who still uses the ' in that word?). Not just because there seemed to be fewer kids out and about, but also because 3 of the 4 of us were losing our voice. Hubby stayed home from work (always nice on my birthday, which was also yesterday) because he "woke" -aka barely slept- with a really sore throat and almost no voice. Never good when you have to do work in schools. My voice was fine until the evening, and ditto Little Mister. I caught a cold a couple of weeks ago, and am still coughing up a bit of the last of it, and the guys seem to have caught a bit of it now too. Little Miss seems fine, after getting over it quickly already.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*Bunny trail - There weren't too many costumes last night that made me pause, though there were a few really over the top gory masks. But there was this one... a girl of about 16 maybe, handing out candy </span><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">with her mother</i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">. Her dress was the Candyland game board. Not sure where she got it, or if she found the fabric somewhere and made the dress, but either way there was a measurement issue, because not only was the dress SHORT, but let's just say that this girl's ample jujubes were spilling out of her candy bag. /Bunny trail</span></span><br />
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So today, with November here, and our routine back to normal after a fun filled evening of Trick or Treating, I've retrieved the capon carcass from Thanksgiving (remember U.S readers that Thanksgiving was nearly a month ago here) and I'm simmering it to make us a very nourishing stock for dinner. I do not want a repeat of last February, when we lost the whole month to illness that consumed all of us. And I've realized that our current diet is not exactly supporting our health. We've been blessed lately with a little extra money, and sadly we've spent a disproportionate amount on take out and restaurant food. *sigh* I have no excuses to offer. I just know that our current habit has contributed to our current lack of well being. And I want to change that.<br />
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The stock is simmering. The house smells amazing. Like a warm, soothing hug wafting down the hallway. Glorious healthy fat is rendering out, along with minerals and other assorted nutrients that will provide us with what we need to nourish our bodies, soothe sore throats and bring us together at the table (in our own home). There is a whole head of garlic in the pot as well. Little Mister has requested lentils and barley in his bowl (it's his favourite soup). I think I want some noodles and hot sauce. Hubby will want some actual meat in his, and Little Miss... I don't know that she has an opinion. LOLAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821555487381771202.post-89828675429865618432011-10-28T12:27:00.000-04:002011-10-28T12:27:52.014-04:00Full time bloggingSo it's been nearly a month since my last entry. I'd ask where the month went, but I haven't figured that out for the previous 9 months, so how would I know this time around? It was the beginning of the month, then Thanksgiving, then general life, our anniversary, and now we're closing in on Hallowe'en, my birthday, the dawn of a new month, the holiday season whose name I will not mention until at least after Hallowe'en, if not until after Remembrance Day.... It's all going so quickly.<br />
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Clearly I would not make a good full time blogger. Never mind that I do not know how to take blog-worthy photographs. I can't seem to find the time to write when inspiration strikes, or the inspiration when time allows to blog every single day. Or even every week! Hopefully my followers are content with the posts which I do produce.<br />
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Speaking of time and it racing by, I am going to take a few moments to be deliberate about Autumn before allowing myself to slide into.... not going to say it. I have a few pins on Pinterest that I can share...<br />
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<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/228695129/">Toothy pumpkins on my Holidays board</a><br />
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</div> <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/275011313/">A cool way to turn old books into Autumn decor</a><br />
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</div><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/228761889/">And the template hubby used last year for one of our Jack O Lanterns</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're not a family that is into gore or spooky stuff and whatnot, so I won't be baking Mummy cupcakes, or witches fingers or making up a batch of goblin phlegm punch or anything like that. We're more into Autumn flavours than Hallowe'en creepiness. I've made butternut squash soup already, and I have been looking at a recipe for soft pumpkin dinner rolls that I want to try. But no "Hallowe'en-y" stuff. Though I do like to use the abundance of chocolate bars and Smarties to make cookies (for my U.S readers, Smarties here are like a much better version of your chocolate M&Ms. Your Smarties are what we call "Rockets" and would not be good in baking).</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07931940816438784297noreply@blogger.com0