Taco Truck

Obviously, I don't cook EVERY meal, but I do try and make good decisions about where we get our take-out.

Around the corner from J's gymnastics is a Taco truck that I absolutely love. Peek through the window and you can see the fistfulls of fresh cilantro, the limes, and best of all, the stockpile of Coca Cola, Fanta and other carbonated beverages made with actual SUGAR and not corn syrup. They're imported from Mexico, where the government doesn't dump huge subsidies on corn, so they have no need to make up ways to shove corn in everything. They also come in glass bottles, which are biodegradable, and are only 355ml (12 ounces), so you're not guzzling a gigantic tub of Coke.

I usually only stop by for the soda, but James said he wanted tamales for lunch, and since he's so picky, of COURSE I said yes. We got two pork and two chicken. They were both delicious, although the kids thought the pork was a little too spicy.

And then for dinner we had crabs. Better eat them while they're still around.

Thanks for reading,
Anne

How To Cook

I've been talking about this off and on with a few friends lately, so I thought I'd share some of it here.

I didn't grow up in a home where food was important, other than just trying to have enough. Powdered milk and government cheese, and that awful black-and-white "Value Checked" box of cornflakes were standard. Fruit was so precious that it was ingrained in me to only eat one piece a day, a habit which I only broke about a year ago.
Although I'm sure I had favorite foods, I only recall eating as being a massive inconvenience. Mealtimes were stressful, and I don't remember eating many things I actually liked, much less looked forward to. It was mostly a problem of resources, but overall, I didn't really have a positive experience with food.

I didn't cook much more than pasta until I was in my early 20's. I think the first thing I baked was chocolate chip cookies, from the recipe on the Nestles package, and I was surprised at how much better they were than any packaged cookies I'd had. From there I branched off into pies and cakes. I'd always bring desserts to potlucks, telling people that while a chicken dish might be delicious, EVERYONE remembers cheesecake.

I didn't start seriously cooking until my son was a toddler. Being responsible for his nutrition really inspired me to cook more, and better foods. I read books about food, watched TV shows about it, and talked to people who cooked a lot. I learned to listen to my body and how it felt after eating certain foods, and not surprisingly, I preferred fruits, veggies and sea creatures to cheese, red meat, and bread.

So I started cooking. I made lots of dishes, lots of mistakes, and kept cooking. Just like with so many other things, if I just kept at it, it got easier.

One of the most common obstacles people have to cooking is time. I share Anthony Bourdain's aversion to the Rachael Ray style of cooking. I think he said something like, if you're buying chopped up onions, you're not cooking.
Oh wait, here it is...

"We KNOW she can’t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So…what is she selling us? Really? She’s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She’s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that “Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!” Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, “Hell…I could do that. I ain’t gonna…but I could–if I wanted! Now where’s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?” Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better–teach us–and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. “You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion–you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit..Sleep…sleep…” "

From a guest blog post on Michael Ruhlman's blog from Feb 8, 2007.
http://blog.ruhlman.com/2007/02/guest_blogging_.html

I think if buying chopped up onions gets you in the kitchen instead of passing out the Lunchables, then that's great, but don't STAY there. You're only going to get better at it by doing it. That's kind of my mantra. For everything.

A meal that used to take me 2 hours to get on the table now only takes about 30 minutes. Practice, practice, and more practice is the way to go.

Start with a good, basic cookbook. I'm partial to Joy of Cooking, because it teaches you about the food, and uses ingredients and kitchen tools you probably already have.

Just keep cooking.

And thanks for reading.

Oh, I also like what Bourdain said about Paula Dean in the same blog post, mostly for the John Waters reference.

Plantains

There's a grocery store a few blocks from my home that carries lots of Hispanic food to meet the tastes of the primarily Latino neighbors. We don't go there often, but I always try something new when we do.

Last week, C insisted on plantains instead of bananas, so we picked up a few. I read about them in my Joy of Cooking, my all-time favorite cook book, and decided to wait until they were ripe enough to fry outside the peel.

A few days after the purchase, we made pancakes in the morning, using Pamela's Gluten-Free Pancake and Baking Mix. Since there was already butter in the pan, I peeled a plantain, sliced it a few different ways, and fried it up. This was my first time eating them, and both C and I found them so delicious, I bought more at the store last week. I can't wait for them to ripen so I can eat them again!

Ten Minutes

Now that it's winter, I'm cooking again. I made a weird chicken stew the other day that was so unremarkable, I didn't eat it. It's hard to have interesting food on a budget. Everyone else liked it, but I think I am just sick to DEATH of chicken. I could live on sea creatures the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the mercury would probably shorten that somehow. Isn't there ANYTHING we can eat without worrying about it poisoning us?

J is doing well on his gluten-free diet, and has healed enough to actually have an appetite again. I got so used to not really having to feed him much that its taken a while to get back in the habit, but we're doing much better.

C is walking, and helping out, and a teency bit better in the car. She still outshines her brother in the sleep area, but being my child, is by no means one of those babies you read about. I keep meaning to nightwean, but she'll get sick, or a holiday pops up, or the dreaded 18-month developmental spurt/sleep regression that it keep getting pushed further away.

I nightweaned J when he was about 21 months. He had finally gotten all his teeth, and spontaneously slept 5 hour stretches on his own for several nights, so I figured he was ready. It only took three days, but he still woke up twice a night or so for another year. Blegh. I'm guessing I'll wait that long for C, also, since that's when the 18 month thing usually is over.

I promise the next post will be more coherent. And maybe even about food!
Thanks for reading,
Anne

Work Week

H was away this week, and I had all these grand plans of straightening up the house and whatnot. Guess how much of that actually happened? I did manage to recycle some unused books and clear off a table, but now the dining room table is a ll cluttered again.

If I haven't mentioned it before, we live in a tiny, 650 square foot house. It's great for having small children, because you are all in the same room all the time, and it's quick to clean up when you need. The biggest problem I have is having a place to put things while I clean other things. I'm constantly shifting stuff around. I told someone once it was like living in a rubik's cube.

Still no big cooking news, except I made a peanut-butter cake with chocolate peanut butter frosting. This was on Cooks.com The recipe is at the end. I decided to add chocolate chips to it, which worked out, and learned that next tie I should grease the pans, and make at least twice as much frosting. It was a practice cake for J's 5th birthday coming up, and boy am I glad it was only practice. Because I didn't grease the pan, it was basically a big pile of crumbs held together by frosting. But everyone ate it anyway.

By the way, a three layer cake is HUGE.

Thanks for reading!


CHOCOLATE - PEANUT BUTTER CAKE

3 1/4 c. all-purpose flour
2 1/4 c. sugar
1 tbsp. plus 1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 c. butter, softened
1/2 c. creamy peanut butter
1 1/2 c. milk
3 eggs
1 1/3 c. unsalted roasted peanuts, finely chopped (optional)
Chocolate-peanut butter frosting
1 (6 oz.) pkg. semi-sweet chocolate morsels (optional)
2 to 4 tbsp. unsalted roasted peanuts, chopped (optional)

Combine first 4 ingredients in a large mixing bowl; mix well. Add butter, peanut butter, and milk; beat 2 minutes on medium speed of electric mixer. Add eggs; beat 2 minutes on medium speed. Fold in 1 1/3 cups chopped peanuts. Pour batter into 3 greased and floured 9- inch cake pans. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes or until wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean (do not over bake). Cool in pans 10 minutes; remove layers from pans, and cool completely.

Spread Chocolate-Peanut Butter Frosting between layers and on top and sides of cake; chill 1 hour or until firm. Melt chocolate morsels in top of a double boiler over hot water. Drizzle around top edge and down sides of cake. Sprinkle 2 to 4 tablespoons chopped peanuts on top. Chill until ready to serve. Yield: one 3-layer cake.

CHOCOLATE - PEANUT BUTTER FROSTING:

1 (6 oz.) pkg. semi-sweet chocolate morsels
1/2 c. butter, softened
1/2 c. powdered sugar, sifted
1 1/3 c. creamy peanut butter

Melt chocolate morsels in top of a double boiler over hot water; set aside. Combine remaining ingredients in a small mixing bowl; beat on medium speed of electric mixer until smooth. Add melted chocolate to peanut butter mixture; beat until smooth. Chill 15 minutes or until spreading consistency. Yield: enough frosting for one 3-layer cake.

Hot Stuff!

I had a birthday yesterday, and spent most of my child-free hours at bookstores. I picked up a cookbook on quick and easy Indian Food and a food memoir. I'm not really doing much cooking right now because it's summertime and I'd rather be at the playground in the afternoon with the kids than spending 90 minutes cooking. They would, too. I am looking forward to cooking new stuff more once the weather cools down.

Also, it's difficult right now because C is a very short napper, like either 2 30-minute naps or one 60 minute nap, and I don;t have a heck of a lot of time to do anything without her. She's finally at an age where I can give her food prep to do, like mixing and dumping and playing in the sink, I just haven't gotten back in the habit.

But other than that, things are good. J learned to swim this summer, although I'm still a little freaked out by it. Hes sort of abrupt in the water, and today he had to cry "help!" twice before i got to him because I'm so used to him yelling in the water that I sort of blocked it out. I still want to cry just thinking about it.

OK, bed. Thanks for reading.

My oh, my!

It HAS been a while, hasn't it?

Things are going well. J's most recent test for celiac (6 months ago) showed the gluten-free diet healed all the changes, so even though we have a normal diet this year, after February he'll be gluten-free forever.

I'm ok with it now, although it is a bit of a bummer for him that he can't go to birthday parties or pizza places and just eat whatever he wants.

C is 12 months now, and still an amazing child. She can't walk yet, but can stand without holding onto to something. She gets very angry when she isn't eating EXATLY what we are.

And she's waking up.
Nice to see you again!

Tanks for reading,
Anne