Oh, deer! |
Erin’s Christmas Brunch. Note the lack of plates. |
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Oh, deer! |
Erin’s Christmas Brunch. Note the lack of plates. |
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I can’t wrap my head around the fact that another year has practically been pulled from under my feet. I’m feeling a little bit bah humbuggy from yesterday, but it’s starting to thaw. There’s a slight sliver of giddiness in me now that winter is here.
If you search “December” on Tumblr, We Heart It, Google, or any other image producing sight, you’re bound to find scores of pictures that include out of focus Christmas lights, snowy pastoral scenes, cherub faced babies dressed like Santa, and dogs wearing antlers. There are images of steaming mugs of cocoa, of frost covered treetops, and of towers of red-ribboned presents being carried down snow speckled streets by nothing more than a pair of hands and denim clad legs.
It’s December, and aside from the commercialized side of things, I like the images associated with the twelfth month. I like looking at pictures of other people out in the snow while I burrow deeper into my pajamas and wrap my robe a little tighter.
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I like the growing potential the new year holds as each day of December presents its best self before becoming “that day when we did that thing that was so fun”.
Oh, and I like egg nog. Mmmm, nog.
December is here and maybe in eleven days, the Mayans will have the last laugh. I hope I get your Christmas card before then.
Well, that just sucks.
I had written what was arguably the best blog post to date. I saved it, oh, did I save it. I closed the computer and when I came back to upload my pictures, guess what?
*Poof* No more post.
It’s fitting because I was going on and on about what a less than stellar week this has been.
I’m in a total “bah humbug” kind of mood. It started when we got back from Thanksgiving. The Hubs was already battling a cold and losing, impressively. He shared said cold with me (so much for my flu shot). The girls were overtired and in need of a sugar detox. By the time we were back in our own beds, Thanksgiving was in my rearview mirror and I’m all, “Wait! Was that it?”
We are fully going towards Christmas. It’s all over the place — on the TV, in the mail, on the radio, in my spam. It’s in my house, too.
We got our tree the Saturday after Thanksgiving. That’s unheard of around here. We usually get our tree like the week before. I’m start taking down the ornaments around 3:30pm Christmas Day. So the tree is up, as are the stockings and the wreath on the front door. The girls keep insisting that we trim the house with lights, set up an inflatable Santa on the front lawn, spray fake snow on the step, and get one of those Elf on a Shelf things. Elf on a Shelf? Right, because I don’t have enough to do. I got the Advent calendar up. I got the Christmas Carol Pandora Station going. I even made three separate trips to three separate Targets to find the right replacement bulbs for the fake candles I put in the front windows of the house.
Remember how I said that I didn’t really care that my pants didn’t snap after Thanksgiving. Yeah, well I lied. So I’m trying to be a more responsible eater. It’s SO hard though, because this is the season where food and drink are part and parcel of the experience. I mean, you can practically taste the butter, sugar and peppermint in the air. On those aforementioned trips to Target, I blew my hard earned cash trying to find a more waistline friendly coffee drink. Here’s a PSA: I’ve eaten brussel sprouts and cauliflower that taste better than Starbucks Skinny Peppermint Mocha Lattes and Skinny Caramel Machiattos. Either save your money or splurge on the fat content. You’ll come out ahead.
I’ve been cooking this week, but it’s been the standard fare: tacos, spaghetti, steak and potatoes. I made another batch of sausage and andouille soup because that’s good to have on hand for the nights when you’d rather re-heat than fully invest in a meat, starch, and veg.
I even went so far as to make cookies and blondies for the girls, and I didn’t even eat any. Hold your applause; I’m not too grown that I didn’t lick the bowl. And the beaters. A couple of times. Hey, it’s not like I was jamming soft, crumbly baked goods into my pie-hole.
Mmmm. . . .pie. . .
But I’m getting off track here. I’m just feeling like a big cranky, Grrrrr monster. If I had to draw a picture of it, it would be a giant scribble with fangs and red eyes. Surprisingly, it has absolutely nothing to do with my leg. I went to the doctor this week and was fully prepared for whatever he was ready to tell me. I didn’t bother to bring my matching sneaker because I knew that boot and I were going out as we came in: together. Sure enough, I’ve got another two weeks in the boot. It could be worse. It could be another two months in the boot. Of course, two weeks from today, there’s going to be a Bye-Bye Boot Bonfire in the backyard and I’ll be dancing around it holding the boot over my head like “Lord of the Flies” before I pitch it into the flames. Or, I may just unceremoniously dump it into the trash can. Either way, it’s a win.
The bottom-line is, I’m in need of some comfort.
I want to eat something warm, soft, and rich. I want to eat something so good that I close my eyes and forget my name. I want to eat something that when I bite into it, I should feel like I could crawl deep into its center, wrap myself in its goodness and take a nap. I want to eat something that tastes as good as a hug feels. It should be sweet and creamy and buttery and smooth and a little salty and have bacon and sugar and chocolate and of course, be less than 100 calories per serving. I mean, so long as I’m dreaming, right?
Where to find such a mythical creation? Why, hello, Pinterest. I’m sure you won’t fail to disappoint me.
Oh, this is so happening. . .
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3/4 cup powdered sugar
pure maple syrup
Whisk dry ingredients together in a medium bowl; set aside. With electric mixer, mix butter and sugars until thoroughly combined. Beat in egg, yolk, and vanilla until combined. Add dry ingredients and beat at low-speed just until combined. Stir in chocolate chips and 1 cup of the bacon bits.
Roll a scant half-cup of dough into a ball. Holding dough ball in fingertips of both hands, pull apart into two equal halves. Rotate halves 90 degrees and, with jagged surfaces facing up, place formed dough onto cookie sheet, leaving ample room between each ball.
Bake, reversing position of cookie sheets halfway through baking, until cookies are light golden brown and outer edges start to harden yet centers are still soft and puffy (approximately 11-14 minutes). Do not overbake.
Cool cookies on sheets until able to lift without breaking. Transfer to a wire rack to cool.
To make glaze- in a small bowl, add 1 tablespoon of maple syrup to the powdered sugar and stir. Add more maple syrup as needed until the glaze is a good, thick drizzling consistency. Sprinkle with remaining bacon bits.
I have no idea where the time is going. I just wake up, hit the floor and the next thing I know, I’m getting back in bed ready to do it all again in 8 hours (sometimes less). This past week has been no exception to whole “Where has the day/time/week” gone phenomenon. It was one of those rare weeks when the girls had random days off from school, none that were on the same day, mind you. There were a smattering of doctors appointments, physical therapy, and a mid-week date night. Suffice it to say, our babysitter made a killing this week and the girls have probably watched more TV than I would care to admit.
Somewhere in all of this, I have been dying to write, but just haven’t had a chance. I got myself a new notebook to keep in my bag, but it remains as pristine as the day it came home from Target. What kills me is that I have ideas I want to share. I have sticky notes peppering my car with my weird short-hand for subjects to blog about. I have had several people ask me — in person, no less — what this weeks recipe is going to be and I’ve got several pulled, but just haven’t had a chance to put my fingers on the keyboard. I know, cue the worlds smaller violin.
This week, the weather has been significantly cooler than it has earlier in the season. It’s has become soup weather, through and through. I’m not usually a soup eater; when I go out to restaurants, I cannot be enticed by the soup of the day. I will however, stick my spoon in your soup of the day (by invitation only, of course) and confirm your suspicions that yes, it is 1) delicious 2) just what you wanted or 3) none of the above. For instance, the hubs ordered the soup of the day the last time we had gone out. It was a pumpkin and sunflower seed bisque (I mentioned the bisque). I had ordered a salad, which was delightful, but the bisque was awesome. By the time I was ready for a second spoonful, there was barely enough for me to run my finger around the rim of the bowl. I didn’t! I didn’t! But I sure did think about it.
Maybe it’s more accurate to say that I like thicker, heartier soups. Those would be called stews, right? I’m a fan of the crockpot. I’m a groupie of Le Creuset.
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Once I got it in the house, I put it to use right away and made the White Bean and Andouille Sausage with Collards. Then I made it again a few weeks later. And again last week. I’ve started making batches big enough to eat some for a few days and freeze the rest for a later date. And it only gets better with every incarnation! Except for the time I bought the wrong beans (Great Northern Beans instead of Cannellini) and totally changed the flavor profile. The hubs still liked it, but it just wasn’t working for me. Clever girl that I am, I strained out all of the Great Northern Beans, put the stock, sausage and collards in a pot and threw in a can (yes, I know) of Cannellini beans. Bing! Bang! Boom! Good as new.
So, for those of you who missed it the first time, here’s the original blog item and recipe can be found here. My version is below (and keep reading, because there’s another recipe, you lucky duck!).
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Mmmm, so good. And of course, you can’t have a hearty stew like that without a nice beverage pairing, right? I usually pair this with a Cabernet Sauvignon like J.Lohr or Rodney Strong. Aside from the bread, there isn’t any other “side dish”; the soup can stand alone on it’s own. Of course, if there is some room left for dessert — and for me, there always is — I’ve been pretty partial to some dark chocolate and a second (okay, third) glass of wine. My friend Claire over at GibsonKing wrote a delightful post about chocolate. I’ve sampled just about all of her recommendations, but my tried and true favorite is the dark chocolate with sea salt by Lindt. Two squares and I’m good to go.
I don’t really cook with chocolate, aside from dumping it out of the brownie box into the bowl or topping a few pancake cups with chocolate chips. The recipes that call for melted chocolate conveniently leave out the fact that (to quote my pal KSC), “your kitchen will look like an episode of Dexter when you’re done.” Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.
Seeing as we are all about to be caught up in the maelstrom of the holidays, what better way to cap of this post than a recipe for pie. For the past few holiday seasons, I’ve had the urge to do this:
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Uhhhh, I really want to do this, but I always get sidetracked by the rest of the website where I found this idea. Not only do they suggest making pie in a jar, they changing out your cookie cutters to make mini pies for holiday gifts, complete with homemade tags!
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I just want to skip to the end with my single serving of warm pie in a jar and a cup of coffee.
I know I don’t have to go from peeling apples to labeling jars, but part of me feels like, “Hey, if you’re gonna do it, really do it!” Then I can add it to my “Pinned it. Did it.” board because, you know, I gotta maintain my Pinterest addiction.
But, back to pie. I’m an apple pie kind of girl, though I have been known to whip up a pumpkin pie from time to time. Real Simple Magazine just had an article about 10 Easy Pie Recipes for the Holidays, complete with a recipe for the crust itself. Call me old-fashioned, or maybe more like pressed for time, but I’m going with the pre-made shell. I do peel and chop my own apples, though! The pumpkin is definitely a puree. In any event, here’s a quick and easy apple pie recipe, courtesy of my dad.
Henry’s Apple Pie
Ingredients
6-8 Braeburn apples, peeled and sliced.
3/4 c sugar
2 tbs flour
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/8 tsp nutmeg
2 pie shells
1 egg, beaten
Directions:
1. Combine apples, sugar, flour, cinnamon, and nutmeg in a mixing bowl.
2. Remove pie crusts from package. Fill one shell with the apple mixture.
3. Top first shell with second shell. Wetting your fingertips, seal the two shells together. Press around the edges with the tines of a fork for flair. Add four small slits on the top for venting.
4. Brush the pie crust with the beaten egg.
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6. Cool completely before slicing.
7. Serve with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, a dollop of Cool “huh-whip”or just eat it “nekkid”.
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Sorry, I get a little excited when I’ve got something good going on in my belly.
I just had my umpteenth Tall Nonfat Salted Caramel Mocha from Starbucks.
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It was so good, I’m doing a little dance in my chair here and “Oh, Happy Day!” is spooling in my head. I’m a little more than obsessed with this drink, which is perplexing on so many levels. I didn’t really start drinking coffee until we were gifted with a Keurig two years ago. Even then, I was strictly a Donut House Decaf kind of coffee drinker. After several coffee talks with other moms at Starbucks, I started getting more adventurous. Enter the Mocha Frappuccino Light. A delicious cold drink, but once the fall hit and all things pumpkin went into effect, it became the Pumpkin Frappuccino Light. As the temps dropped, I moved onto something warmer and here we have my current obsession. I never thought I’d be “one of those people” who trolls around for Starbucks. Alas, here I am. It’s to the point where this should have been the girls costumes for Halloween.
(image) Gah! How cute is that?! Not as cute as Mo, Co and Vivo, but still, pretty close. This year for Halloween, the girls decided early that they wanted to be Cleopatra (Mo) and a Greek Goddess (Co). They put their heads together with their grandma and came up with some extraordinary designs. It was all systems go for yet another fashion-tastic Halloween. The 31st rolled around, but the costumes hadn’t arrived. My mother-in-law worked diligently on them, late into the night for several nights, I know. She mailed them overnight express on 29th, but in the wake of Hurricane Sandy, the box never left the shipping center.
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Cleopatra |
Greek Goddess |
Co, Vivo-Bee, and Mo |
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I’m a picky eater. There are so many things that I don’t like to eat, or will only eat if they are prepared a certain way. Another personality quirk to add to one of my lists, right? Here’s an example: I don’t like cheese. I won’t eat a cheeseburger or a grilled cheese, but I will eat pizza and lasagna. When the hubs and I were dating, rather than tell his mother that I’m a loony tune, he told her that I was allergic to cheese.
Then we had pizza for dinner that night. Talk about a great foundation on which to build a relationship, right?
When I set my mind to eating more healthily, I try to incorporate more veggies into my meal prep. However, the finicky person that I am, there are only certain vegetables that I want to eat. It’s not that they have to be fried, swimming in butter or dressing (and definitely NOT topped with cheese). I like my veggies well seasoned, steamed, roasted or raw. The short list of acceptable veg?
Broccoli/broccolini
Brussel Sprouts
Green beans
Peppers
Asparagus
Celery
Collards
Kale
Carrots
Potatoes
Corn
Tomatoes
Onions
Well, maybe that’s not a short list after all, but when compared to the myriad of vegetables that exist in the world, this is really kind of sad. That coupled with the one or two vegetables that the girls will eat, it can mean some very clever culinary acrobatics to get well rounded dinners on the table. If Mo had her way, it would be sushi every night. As for Co, she’s a snack-a-holic, so if it involves anything resembling crackers, cookies, or bite sized goodness, she’s all about it.
So how do I get the recommended five a day covered for all of us? Here’s a hint: it starts with “p” and ends with “-interest”.
There are a crap-ton of recipes that I’ve pinned, most of which I’ve tried. As I culled through them, I realized that most of them are for one pot meals that involve few to no vegetables. The ones that were heavy on produce mostly involved avocado or brussel sprouts, two things that I’ll eat with reckless abandon. The rest of the family? Not so much. So, I was looking, looking, looking and saw something that looked easy, flavorful, and worth a go.
Cauliflower? I know, it is an unlikely choice, but with the olive and garlic it was awesome. Well, at least, I thought so. The girls gave it a courtesy bite and then kindly moved onto the rest of the food on their plate. I should have cut it up and speared it with toothpicks. A little touch of fancy always get things consumed. As for the hubs, he was wavering between me and the girls with respect to his enthusiasm over it. I think he couldn’t get past the cauliflower part. More for me! Even still, the olives and garlic dressing would be great over some roasted asparagus or green beans. I’m gonna get some greenery into our systems one way or another!
Happy Friday, y’all!
Roasted Cauliflower Slices with Kalamata Olive and Garlic Vinaigrette (recipe found here)
(Makes about 4 servings, recipe adapted slightly from a recipe by Melissa Roberts for Gourmet Magazine.)
Ingredients:
1 medium head cauliflower
2 T olive oil
salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste
Vinaigrette Ingredients:
1/2 tsp. minced garlic
pinch sea salt
2 T fresh-squeezed lemon juice
2 T extra-virgin olive oil
1/4 cup finely chopped kalamata olives
Preheat oven to 450F/200C.
Instructions:
Start cauliflower roasting while you make the vinaigrette, and let it roast 15 minutes without turning.
While cauliflower roasts, mash garlic and sea salt in a mortar and pestle (or use a fork and a bowl), then rinse the garlic and salt mixture into a bowl with the lemon juice. Stir in the olive oil, whisking until the dressing is emulsified. Stir in olives and let the vinaigrette ingredients blend while cauliflower continues cooking.
After about 15 minutes, carefully turn cauliflower pieces with a large turner. Put back in oven and roast 10-15 minutes more, or until cauliflower is slightly crisp and nicely browned, and done to your liking. Serve hot, with Kalamata Olive and Garlic Vinaigrette drizzled over cauliflower.
So, the other day, I said that I was going to make some pumpkin muffins for me and the girls. Far be it from me to break a promise. While I do enjoy cooking, I would much rather consume baked good than make them. Baking is so scientific. Sure, with cooking you do have to measure out your ingredients so that you have the right quantities, but I’ve found that you really have to be precise when baking. With cooking, I can eyeball stuff, add a dash of this, a touch of that. If my spaghetti sauces is missing something, I throw in a few pinches of sugar or garlic or a splash of red wine (SN: when does wine not make anything better?). With baking, you can’t really ad lib once something is cooked. If you make a banana bread and forget the bananas, you can’t really mash up the banana and shove it in the bread. Or if you bake a pie and feel like it needs more cinnamon/nuts/raisins/whatever, you can’t lift off the crust and toss them in. Well, I guess you could, but I doubt any guests you have would want to sample a pie that looks like someone lifted off the crust, messed with the insides and then put the crust back on. Maybe if they were really, really, hungry.
Really, hungry.
In the past, I’ve grumbled that my kitchen was not the twin to the GE Monogram kitchen on Top Chef, but the last few weeks have made me glad of that fact. The close proximity of the fridge, range, counter and pantry has made it easier for me to navigate. I’ve been able to make Split Pea Soup with Bacon and Potato, White Bean and Andouille Sausage with Collards (hello, crockpot), Chicken Picatta, and my daily standard – egg beaters, bacon, english muffin and coffee. Girls’ gotta get her three squares, you know. Despite the ease I’ve relished in being able to be maneuver around the kitchen, I’ve noticed it takes me quite a bit longer to get from stove to table. By the time I’m done making my breakfast, the kids have finished two helpings of Cheerios, read a Big Nate book and practiced their Gangnam style. In the time it takes me to get from the stove to the table (and keep in mind, I’m not going more than five feet, maximum), they’ve gotten into a fight, made up, fought again, made up, and read another Big Nate book. They love some Big Nate.
I’m sure all of this begs the question as to why I don’t ask for help getting my plate to the table. Have you met Mo & Co? High energy and the attention span similar of a fruit fly are not good companions for a plate of food. Let’s just say, I prefer to have my breakfast on the plate, not on the floor.
So, this two ingredient recipe for pumpkin muffins is all things wonderful. Here’s why:
1. Two ingredients
2. Pumpkin
3. Muffins
I mean, what’s not to love? By the time I got out my two ingredients and my muffin pan, my oven was already pre-heated. I did try and short shift the recipe by beating the mix by had instead of using a hand mixer (mine is the Model T of hand mixers). Do not short shift the recipe. Get out the hand mixer, otherwise, you’ll have clumps of cake mix in the pumpkin puree. I know of what I speak!
My muffin tin was greased, lined, and ready for batter. I got fancy and added a dash of cinnamon sugar and a few chopped pecans to the muffin cups before I put them in the oven.
Success! I will not be conquered by palate-butchering homemade pumpkin frozen yogurt! There will be pumpkin infused baked goods this fall and every fall! And now, to the recipes to see what’s next!
Happy Friday, y’all!
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Two Ingredient Pumpkin Muffins
(Recipe Found here.)