Opening Day

June 14th, 2011 | Posted by Alison Spath in Dinner Time - (4 Comments)

The girls and I hiked, biked and triked ourselves a couple of blocks to our local farmers market this afternoon.

Opening Day

We enjoyed the sites.

Sea of Strawberries

The sounds.

Local Asparagus

(Asparagus speaks to me.)

The signs.

Eat Your Vegetables New Sign

The realization that tonight’s dinner plans were about to be revamped.

Local Eggs

Brussels sprouts can wait until tomorrow.

Dinner Ingredients

Asparagus Frittata

  • A couple tablespoons of olive oil
  • Asparagus and other veggies of choice
  • 8 eggs
  • 2 tablespoons of milk or half and half (optional, but does make the eggs puff up nicely!)
  • shredded cheese (also optional – I opted not to tonight)
  • salt and pepper

 

Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees and get prepping that asparagus and other vegetables of choice.

My other vegetables of choice?  1/2 a red pepper, 1 small onion, 1 clove of garlic.

Pile of Veggies

(For other vegetables of choice, please consider mushrooms, broccoli and oh, what the heck – Brussels sprouts.)

Saute veggies in olive oil in an oven proof pan.  Whisk together eggs and milk and pour mixture into pan once your vegetables have softened up.  Cook on medium-low heat on your stove top until eggs have begun to firm up.

Lightly Sauteed Add Eggs to Vegetables

Move pan to oven (sprinkle on cheese here if you choose to add it) and bake for 5 minutes – checking frequently.  Remove pan from oven once eggs are puffy and cooked on top.

Cut into quarters.  Serves four.

Asparagus Frittata

Or at my house?  Serves two adults, zero children.

Four servings here make two dinner servings tonight and two leftover servings tomorrow.  You can use the other four eggs in your dozen to make a couple of scrambled eggs for a couple of kids who prefer their vegetables in the form of organic ketchup.

(I’ll take what I can get.)

Then head out and install your new sign to do your part supporting the local farmers in your community.

New Sign Installed

Now it’s time to do your part in supporting the local bakers in your community – who also happened to be representin’ at the farmers market this afternoon.

Cut into quarters.  Serves four.

Peanut Butter Cookie

Or at my house?  Serves two adults, two children.

No leftovers.


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Hot Off the (Tofu) Press

June 12th, 2011 | Posted by Alison Spath in Dinner Time - (8 Comments)

I love pressed tofu for a myriad of reasons.  It has a different texture than its non-pressed counter part.  It soaks up marinade better and holds together nicely in stir fries.  I’ve heard too that squirrels do not like pressed tofu, but that may just be a rumor.  Squirrels are also supposed to hate marigolds, but I don’t want to talk about that.

You can buy a contraption made for the sole purpose of pressing tofu – it’s called a Tofu Press (go figure) and is basically a little vise that squeezes all the water out of the tofu block for you.  But 1) I’ve already done the vise in my kitchen routine, b) I don’t want to buy one and three) no one has offered to send me one for free.

I guess that leaves me with no choice but to press my tofu like the cavemen did:  with something heavy.

So let’s begin.  Start with one block of extra firm tofu:

Block of Tofu

To get equally sized slabs, I slice the whole thing in half, then each half is sliced in half, and finally each quarter is sliced in half.  This gives you the best shot at eight “equally sized slabs” vs. one large slab, five medium slabs, one small slab and one sliver slab.

Cover your cutting board with a (I hope this goes without saying) clean dish towel and then lay out your tofu slices into semi-compact rows.

Eight Servings

Now it’s time begin the construction of your homemade tofu press:

Pressed Tofu

Did ya follow all that?

That’d be 3 or 4 paper towels, (folded and layered), another (clean) dish towel, a wooden cutting board, (yet another) cutting board, the weight you keep with your old 30 Day Shred DVD and then slide the whole thing into the fridge.  Presto presso!

You want the weight as evenly distributed as possible, so the bottom-most layer of your cutting-board-hand-weight press should be the widest and cover the most surface area, then you can pyramid up as needed.

As an added bonus, that final contraption in your refrigerator will likely be a wondrous source of amusement and entertainment for any children wandering in and out of your kitchen.  How I survived the peppering of questions and Fridge Door Opening Marathon of 2011 is a small miracle.

An hour or two in the press should be enough to turn your once extra firm tofu into extra extra firm tofu.

Voila!  Pressed Tofu.

Call me crazy, but for some reason I hesitate to compare something I’m going to cook, serve and eat to a dirty old kitchen sponge. But as the case may be, that happens to be the perfect comparison for pressed tofu: a wrung out sponge.

Squeezed of its water, this tofu is ready and eager to soak up whatever you might need to wipe up off the counter – or perhaps just soak up some marinade.  The choice is yours.

Marinate

My pressed tofu spent its final hours in a simple mix of Braggs, rice vinegar, canola, one clove of garlic (minced), salt and pepper.  It was then sauteed in a couple tablespoons of coconut oil (or any oil you might use to saute vegetables in).  Flip occasionally until the desired level of crispness is reached.  Total cooking time was approximately 15 minutes.

Not Fried!

“Fried” might be more accurate than “sauteed” – but me and my healthy cooking conscious like the word “sauteed” better, so we’re going with that.  Baking these in the oven (at 350 for 15 – 20 minutes, don’t forget to flip them) could be an option as well.

Served atop homegrown greens tossed in a homemade balsamic vinaigrette dressing with shredded carrots and red pepper slices.

Served with Garden Greens

Prehistoric, squirrel-proof tofu – just the way I like it.


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I can’t decide if it’s more unfortunate or more amusing that I have the privilege of riding my bike on the Erie Canal path.

Anal Trail at Genesee Valley Park

I have decided that this post is a sign my sense of humor closely resembles that of a 12 year old boy.


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Well, I’ve got good news – and I’ve got bad news.

Guess What

The bad news is, squirrels don’t give a rats ass about marigolds.

Marigolds Don't Work

I came home from running errands this afternoon to find this guy checking out my berry patch loot.

Strawberry Squirrel Stare Down

I didn’t want to believe it was true, so I stalked him to see what he’d do.

Making a Run For It

Sure enough, in he went!  See?  He doesn’t care about marigolds! Freaking squirrel!  Why don’t you just pick a bouquet of them already and be done with it, you… you… SQUIRREL.

Doesn't Care About Marigolds

Eventually he took off, but no worries – I stayed right on his tail.

Squirrel Paparazzi

Boy, I’m really feeling like the Squirrel Paparazzi right about now.

And yup, I caught him.  Red handed.

You Have Got to Be Kidding Me

(Had that berry been a bit more ripe and I could have said “Literally”.)

Would you look at him!  In Squirrel Euphoria! Eating MY strawberry!  That dreamy look should be on MY face!

Squirrel Euphoria

Totally defeated at that point, I cut my losses, packed up the little one and off we went to the farmers market.

Cut My Losses

Because the good news is, not everyone has squirrel problems.

Strawberries from the South Wedge Farmers Market

I wonder what the squirrel signs in their garden say?  Back to the squirrel drawing board.


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Much Ado About Tempeh

June 8th, 2011 | Posted by Alison Spath in Dinner Time - (6 Comments)

I threw some tempeh into the shopping cart last week – not because I had an awesome tempeh recipe in mind, but more because I need something to serve along side these dang Brussels sprouts I can’t seem to stop making.  Seriously, it might be time for an intervention.  I don’t know how much longer I can get away with making them as the main course before an official complaint is filed.

While I have certainly prepared and served tempeh in the past, finding something to do with it is not exactly intuitive.  What is tempeh anyway?  I don’t really know and I’m too lazy to look it up right now.  Either way, it’s always a bit of a mystery as to what will actually go down when Tempeh and I are faced with each other come dinner time.

Tempeh Stare Down BW

On this day, Tempeh and I decided to browse the web together and come up with some ideas.

Surf the Web with Tempeh!

The things I let Tempeh get away with, I tell ya.

Tempeh and I finally agreed that the best approach would be to concoct some sort of oily vinegary salty garlicy marinade.  Tempeh stripped down to its birthday suit while I headed off to the kitchen.

Tempeh’s marinade was comprised of equal parts (approximately a quarter cup each):

  • balsamic vinaigrette
  • canola oil
  • Braggs Liquid Aminos (soy sauce could be subbed in here)

and then added

  • 1 clove of garlic, minced
  • chopped chives (homegrown!  yay!)
  • a dash of chili powder

Tempeh was sliced into quarters and each quarter was then sliced down the middle to make thinner slices.

Tempeh Block Tempeh Sliced

Tempeh then proceeded to skinny dip for a couple hours in its oily vinegary salty garlicy pool of marinade while I putzed around the house doing whatever it is I do around here all day.

Upon the arrival of the dinner hour, the oven was preheated to 350 degrees and I requested the honor of Tempeh’s presence from fridge.

Laid out on my cast iron griddle, Tempeh joined their Brussels sprout buds and a couple of sweet potatoes (who had both gotten a head start in the oven) for about 20 – 25 minutes, flipping a couple times before I deemed them ready.

Marinated Tempeh on Cast Iron Pan

And that’s what I call dinner!  Twas totally yummy and garlicy and vinegary and salty.  Brussels sprouts were doused with balsamic too – a nice touch.

Tempeh with Brussels Sprouts and Sweet Potato

High five Tempeh, we make a great team.


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Lettuce Procreate

June 6th, 2011 | Posted by Alison Spath in Healthy Habits - (2 Comments)

Lettuce plants and kids have a lot in common.

Lettuce Gets Morning Sunshines

Some days they’re so cute you can’t help but nuzzle your face right into them, and then other days you’re tempted to just bite their little heads right off.

How’s your lettuce container garden coming along?  (It’s still not too late to start one, you know.)  Mine is one month old and has been relocated from full sun in the backyard to part shade on the railing of the front porch.  It now only gets a wee bit o’ sunshine the in the early AM hours and then lollygags about in the shade for the rest of the day – asking for something to eat and then begging me to play Old Maid when I’m done folding the laundry.

Whose idea was it to grow lettuce anyway?


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Velocimom

June 4th, 2011 | Posted by Alison Spath in Parenting - (8 Comments)

Remember Banana Whip?

YAY!  Banana whip!

Well this would be Fruit Whip.  Banana Whip plus some frozen strawberries and blueberries too.

Fruit Whip

And remember that part in Jurassic Park where the scientist dude explains how the Velociraptors systematically test the electric fence by attacking it, trying to find its weaknesses?

Raptor

Well I am the Velociraptor and Maxine is my electric fence.

See, we’ve always loved Banana Whip as an awesomely delicious healthy snack, but of course “we” means everyone but Maxine.

Banana Whip is so good, it’s hard to imagine any kid that won’t eat it.  Fear not my friends!  I’m not imagining it.  That kid lives here with me.

Maxine

So a couple months ago Ava inquired about adding frozen strawberries and blueberries to our whipped banana goodness.  Not one to say no to any opportunity to infuse her with more vitamins, minerals and anti-oxidants, we tried it and of course it was berry delicious.

Now every time we make Banana Whip, Ava requests what she has deemed “Fruit Whip” – meaning she’d like to include whatever frozen berries we happen to have on hand in with the frozen bananas.

Fast forward to yesterday afternoon, the kids announce that they’re hungry right when I’m in the midst putting away dishes, trying to get the kitchen cleaned up before the repair man arrives to fix my oven that is suddenly refusing to get hot.  Did you know I can juggle three balls too?

Ava opens the freezer, spies a bowlful of frozen bananas and declares that she would like Fruit Whip.  Maxine declares she would like an apple.

Knowing the oven man is going to be here any second, I get the food processor out to prepare Ava’s more complicated snack first to get it out of the way.  Next come the frozen bananas, frozen blueberries and frozen strawberries and we load everything into the food processor and fire it up.

The exact moment this frozen fruit concoction has reached soft serve status, Oven Repair Dude arrives.  Suddenly there’s a lot of scrambling, “come on in, right this way”, OHHH-someone-new-is-here-Hiiiiii-lets-tell-him-our-life-story!!, dishwasher still needing to be loaded, kids still asking for food, All At This Very Minute Madness.

I get Oven Repair Dude settled in, put some fruit whip in front of Ava and then got back to the dishes – completely forgetting about cutting up an apple for Maxine, who had since disappeared from the kitchen at this point anyway.

And then came the plot twist:

My little electric fence magically reappeared and helped herself to some Fruit Whip.

Mid Bite

I’m totally getting the camera out for this one – rear end of an oven repair man included in the picture or not.

Oven Repair Dude

It seems that I exposed the weakness in the fence with some good old fashioned child neglect.  Forget to feed your child and she’ll eat whatever is left out on the counter?  Zap!

Eating Fruit Whip

Child neglect as well as some poor food safety practices, apparently.

The moral of today’s heart warming tale?  If you’ve got a kid who’s not crazy about fruits and vegetables: keep at it.  Keep offering.  Keep trying.  Keep attacking that fence.  One of these times you’ll find your way in – probably when you least expect it.

For the rest of you?  Try adding in different frozen fruits (plus other stuff too!) in with your Banana Whip.  Electric fence tested, raptor approved.


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Mine eat sunbutter and jelly sandwich Ezekiel bread crusts out of my compost bucket.

Squirrel Breakfast

For about one second this made me consider planting marigolds on my back steps, but then next I foresaw coming downstairs one morning to find a squirrel sitting at my kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee with organic half and half.  (Although I suppose if he made the coffee that might be OK…)

I guess if eating our food scraps means they’re staying out of the strawberry bed, we’ll call it a truce.


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About a month ago, I’d finally had it with the remaining black walnuts in my attic. I couldn’t take the guilt I felt from hoarding these practically uncrackable nuts, robbing the poor squirrels of their winter sustenance. I could hear the nuts up there through the floor boards at night – directly over our bedroom no less – thumping. The Tell-Tale Nuts.

Feeling completely defeated and annoyed at all the work involved in getting these dang nuts open, I decided that it made the most sense to give what remained of my stash back to the expert nut crackers.

Free to a Good Home

Because our squirrels can read, of course.

I set that bowl out in the morning, Trick or Treat style. By the time we returned home that afternoon, all but one nut had been snatched.

Score

Never mind.

Squirrel Trick or Treat

I thought I had redeemed myself. A nice little deed for my furry little friends and a great way to relieve my guilt from depriving all the resident squirrels of their winter’s storage of black walnuts.

Here you go squirrellies. Better late than never, right?

No. Of course not “right”. My unequivocal generosity apparently screwed up the squirrel biological clock within a one block radius of our house. For days after Squirrel Halloween (in April) I watched in nutty horror as the entire squirrel community buried ALL of my foraged nuts in the back yard. That whole bowlful of nuts – buried in my .000052 acre of a city lot.

Squirrels. Burying nuts like they do in the fall. Except in the spring. Awesome.

(Maybe they bury food all year round? What do I know! I am no squirrel expert. Obviously.)

And where was their favorite place of all to bury these re-gifted nuts?

Why the soft, oh-so-easily-dig-able soil of the yet-to-be-planted vegetable beds, that’s where!

Not Such a Good Idea Afterall

OK Squirrels, so you bury your late-for-fall nuts in my ready-for-spring beds?

Fine. I deserve it.

Then you come back to dig them up just in time for my greens to be sprouting, disrupting these wee babiest of baby greens in their most fragile state?

Fine. I deserve that too.

Dig and drop them into the new strawberry bed as well?

Fine. Fine.

But to spot you nibbling on the wee babiest of baby strawberries after retrieving the 175th nut from the ground this morning?

Must Protect

No, Squirrel – that’s it. You’ve crossed the line. These Smoothies of Tomorrow are simply too cute to be messed with.

Baby Strawberry

So I got to thinking.  And then I got to remembering. We’ve planted marigolds around the beds in the past for critter control. My friend google confirmed for me that yes, marigolds can help keep squirrels out of gardens because squirrels don’t like the way they smell.

So off we went to fetch some stinky orange flowers this afternoon, to finally arrive at the point of this post.

Stinky Marigolds

(Ready for it?)

Planting marigolds in and around your beds can be one way to keep squirrels (and possibly other critters) out of your organic garden.

Mari Mari

And so a border of yellow flowers went up around the strawberry bed today.

All Dressed in Yellow

Will it work? We shall see. Got any other ideas? Please tell me.

A couple more signs were made today too – just in case.

Squirrel Signs

Because our squirrels can read, of course.


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Until recently, Brussels sprouts were not something I was eager to eat.  Truthfully there aren’t many vegetables I’m afraid of, but when it came to The Sprouts?  I simply saw no reason to even put them in the shopping cart.  Why bother if I’m only going to have to bribe or threaten myself in order to choke them down later.

But then I figured out how to cook these guys and oops!  I accidentally fell for them.  It was love at first bite.

So last week I had some in the fridge that I was planning to slice up and saute per usual, but on this particular evening I happened to be running a bit short on time and was in no mood to monkey around with the food processor and all its various attachments.  I decided instead to just slice them in half and roast them in coconut oil, figuring that we were use to them now – how bad could roasting them be?

Well!  As it turns out, Roasted Brussels Sprouts aren’t so bad at all.

Want to see for yourself?  You’ll need:

1 1/2 – 2 lbs of Brussels sprouts

2 – 3 Tbsp coconut oil (olive oil works too)

Salt

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.  (If you’re using olive oil you can pre-heat to 400 and shorten the roasting time.)

Rinse sprouts of dirt and debris and remove any yellow or withered leaves.

Brussels Sprouts Shower

Trim the stems if you like and then start slicing sprouts in half.

Trim Your Sprouts

You don’t have to trim the stem, I don’t every time… but if you do, be careful not to chop it entirely off.

Just a Trim
Slice away too much and it’s reminiscent of tearing the binding off a book – as soon as you start flipping them around you end up with the pages of your Brussels sprouts novel all over the pan.

Veggies prepped and waiting, melt a couple tablespoons of coconut oil in the microwave.

Two photos, thirty seconds and one round trip to the microwave later –>

Solid Coconut Oil Liquid Coconut Oil

and it’s time to oil those green suckers down.  Pour oil (coconut or otherwise) over sprouts,

Add Oil

and then give’em a good swirl.

Swirl'em Around

A large bowl comes in handy here as to avoid a “man overboard” situation whilst swirling.  For those of you that are somewhat less rowdy, a smaller bowl accompanied by a large spoon should easily suffice.

If you opted for the coconut oil version, let the record state that one should not move at a snails pace at this stage of game.  Unless your kitchen is warmer than 70 degrees, the oil will likely re-solidify once it starts to cool down.  This isn’t a huge issue as the oil will liquify again as soon you get them in the oven – but still; I like to at least attempt to get them as evenly coated as possible during Swirling Mode.  But if a giant hunk of coconut oil in your pile of Brussels sprouts excites you?  Then hey, by all means take a nap between pouring in the coconut oil and moving them to the pan.

Coconut oilers observe: they’ve got that glazed look in their eye as I transfer them the roasting pan and sprinkle with salt.

Into the Roasting Pan

Do yourself a big flavor favor here and be generous with the salt!  It’s your key to success with this cooking method.

Salted up and oiled down, pop those suckers in the oven for about 50 minutes. Get them out to flip over and stir around once every 10 – 15 minutes or so.

The smoke point for coconut oil is 350 degrees, so you don’t want the heat any higher than that.  If you choose to roast with olive oil you can cook them at 400 degrees and they’ll be ready sooner – just be sure to check on them frequently, especially toward the end.

And now for A Couple of Nerdy Facts About Brussels Sprouts while we wait for them to cook. (i.e., stuff I looked up to help you work up the nerve to try the scariest of the scary vegetables):

Did you know?

Brussels sprouts contain Sulforaphane, a compound “that exhibits anticancer, antidiabetic, and antimicrobial properties”.  Three cheers for Sulforphanawhatevahyacallit!

You should avoid boiling them if you can, because boiling pretty much ruins those properties I listed above.  Boiled sprouts remind me of those cringe-inducing slimy suckers everyone is so afraid of anyway – so just roast, steam or stir fry them instead.

They contain loads of vitamins, minerals, fiber, folate, yadda, yadda – all the stuff that’s practically a given with food grown from the ground.

Every time you eat a Brussels sprout at the exact same moment someone throws a penny into a fountain, a fireman safely rescues a kitten from a tree.

Alright so I made that last one up, but who cares – it’s time to eat!

Black, Brown and Green

You know they’re done when the insides are all brown and some of the outer the leaves are blackened and crispy.

This dish has been appearing as the side lining act of my Dinner Time Show fairly regularly.  Both salty and sweet – their savory little heads just melt in your mouth and can quite easily make you roll your eyes into the back of your head.  What girl could resist!

Roasted Brussels Sprouts

Fear not my friends – give them a try!  The kittens will thank you later.


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