Pervasive Potlucks and the Perfect Pilaf

First I just have to say that there is something wonderful and wacky about having a blog and being able to see the "stats" behind the scenes. As I was writing this post just now, apparently someone in Canada typed into their search engine "myers briggs slow cooker recipes" and stumbled upon my blog. Bizarro, right? G, if it was you, I hope you found the recipe you were looking for!

Now onto today's long-overdue post, which is sadly lacking in a photo of the dish described below, but this is where imaginations come in handy. I do have several gratuitous pictures of the girls, though! :)





Potlucks and Pilaf

Sometimes I wonder whether I’ll ever truly leave the potluck phase of life. It was a no-brainer right after college, when we held potlucks in our first apartments because we were broke – I’m convinced that potlucks and happy hour buffets accounted for the majority of calories we consumed during that period (nachos bar at the Irish Times, anyone?). We showed off our newly acquired cooking skills (I’m still nostalgic about a mozzarella, basil, caramelized onion and sundried tomato-stuffed bread I used to make) and ate off mismatched plates. Later, coming home from the Peace Corps, we were broke again and eternally hungry from never getting quite enough food in our villages (actually it was often too much food, just not the foods we craved!). Stateside potlucks became a regular event where we commiserated about re-entry culture shock and saved our pennies for grad school.

After that, I seem to remember a few brief years of living the high life – eating in nice restaurants or getting takeout (even, gasp, several times a week!) and ordering expensive, complicated drinks at chic bars. Somehow over the last five years or so, potlucks have snuck up on me once again. I think it started with the economic downturn – fully catered holiday parties at work morphed into “dessert competitions” where everyone had to bring something from home. Then it was vegan holiday celebrations (not a fun crowd to hang with), classroom get-togethers (no nuts, please!), church coffee hours, community meetings and the like. We are definitely back in potluck land once again.

It’s not that I mind potlucks so much. Aside from the guarantee that I’ll eat more than I need to - buffet syndrome - I enjoy the low-key atmosphere, the nice variety of food, the overabundance of dessert options, the chance to converse about random topics with people I don’t know very well and won’t remember the name of the next time I run into them. The problem is that I never decide what to make until the last minute, and it usually turns out badly. Something I’ve never made before (like the brownie “bites” last week that I overcooked and couldn’t pry out of the mini-muffin pan). Something I’ve never transported before (tamales on a platter with no raised edge – car seat disaster). Something that looks a little weird and gets completely ignored (hibiscus iced tea with the blossoms still floating in it; chilequile casserole made with blue corn tortilla chips).  Something that takes way longer to make than I think it will and ensures that the hour just before the potluck will be very unpleasant for everyone in the house (handmade spring rolls).

Only the other day, when I literally had two potlucks back to back (bringing the week’s total to three, not counting the one I begged out of), did I finally happen upon the perfect potluck dish: Moroccan-Spiced Quinoa Pilaf. It’s easy and inexpensive to make with ordinary pantry ingredients, tastes good whether warm, room temp or chilled, and is both vegan and gluten free. My kids even like it enough to take a few bites just before dashing over to the dessert table. I doubt this is something that would go over very well if we lived in, say, the Midwest, but around here it holds its own among the rest of the potluck offerings. The recipe is based on one from the Fall section of the Clean Foods cookbook, with a few significant changes. Give it a try, and happy potlucking!

Moroccan-Spiced Quinoa Pilaf

  • 1-1/2 cups quinoa, rinsed in a fine-mesh colander
  • 2-1/4 cups water
  • pinch salt
Bring the water to boil in a medium sauce pan and add the rinsed quinoa and salt. Cover and reduce heat to simmer for 15 minutes.

  • 1 T olive oil
  • 1 medium onion, diced
  • 1/4 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/4 tsp ground ginger
  • 1/4 tsp coriander
  • 1/8 tsp turmeric
  • 3/4 tsp cumin
Heat the olive oil in a large medium skillet and saute the onion for about 5 minutes or until translucent. Stir in the spices and let cook one minute, adding a little bit of water when the spices stick. Turn off the heat.

  • 1/2 cup raisins
  • 1 can chickpeas, drained and rinsed
  • 1/4 cup toasted, sliced almonds
  • 1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley or cilantro
  • salt and pepper to taste
When the quinoa is finished cooking, gently fold it into the onion and spice mixture. Stir in the remaining ingredients and serve hot, warm or cold.

Last of all...these pictures were all taken at Sophia's recent "7 & 1/2 Birthday Party" - a fun way to make up for her lack of birthday parties thus far (poor summer birthday kids). Before letting them loose at the cupcake decorating station, I challenged the kids to create silly vegetable creatures... and spotted more than a few of them nibbling in the process - who says you can't get kids to eat vegetables at a birthday party, ha!






The Power of Procrastination (and Decoration)

Don't you just find it incredible, the power of procrastination? Since I started taking classes this semester, it has amazed me how tasks and chores that I put off doing for months suddenly became urgent matters. Our house has never been so tidy; the ironing pile has never been so small. Today is December 2nd and I have a big paper due in a couple days, yet our entire house is decorated for Christmas - at least two weeks earlier than we've ever done it before. Now I'm sitting at the computer, needing to polish off the final paper draft, but for some reason there is a blog post that simply must be written...

Actually I don't have that much to say about cooking or abundance today. My mind is preoccupied with the controversy over GMO foods and whether there is enough scientific data to come down one way or another on their safety for people and the environment. Not to mention whether it's responsible to market them aggressively in developing countries where people have traditionally saved their seeds for planting, but now have to take out loans each year to buy GMO seeds and the special insecticides they are engineered to resist... What do you think about these issues? All I know is that I definitely need to think about all this some more before I can call my paper finished.

In the meantime, I wanted to share a few photos of some of the creativity that's been happening at our house lately. As much as I love playing and working outdoors in warm weather, I also really love cocooning indoors when it's chilly outside, and we've been having so much fun decorating our cozy little home over the past couple of months. Everything fall-oriented has now made way for Christmas-themed decorations, but I managed to take a few shots before packing it all away for next year.

I just love these adorable witches and ghosties. They are 100% Sophia - no grown-up input whatsoever.

Great things coming home from the school's weekly art class.

Even though it took me a couple of years to finally get around to finishing these projects, in the end I was very happy with the garland and blanket I made with an armful of wool sweaters that weren't getting much wear.





Finally, there was our table - I'm not big on collecting linens or anything, but a tablecloth I found for $5 on clearance at Crate and Barrel happened to coordinate with our everyday place mats and napkins so nicely, not to mention this adorable little sugar bowl I picked up for free at the swap shop last year.


I love how it looks filled with pine needles.


The last two pictures are just to remind us all that winter is officially approaching and we're beginning to have even more reasons to get outside once more...!

Fun at the school holiday fair!




Sending Lenten greetings to you all!!!

Culinary Stasis + Slow Cooker Sweet Potato Chipotle Chili

There is maybe a half inch of snow on the ground and my children are going berserk playing in it. Scooping it into balls, making snow angels, forming it into little sculptures. Hours of fun. This is kind of how things have felt around here lately. Little blessings showing up all over the place. Making the most of each one of them. I'm starting to wonder if this might finally be a reprieve from all the heavy drama of recent months (years?) but don't want to jinx myself. All I know is, things seem relatively settled right now and I'm going to enjoy this feeling as long as I can.

A few pics of some of the little blessings we've been enjoying as of late...

Snow enthusiasts!

A surprise flower from the yard that managed to survive our first hard frost - maybe a relative of the periwinkle?

Succulents I brought indoors to hang out with the fairies for the winter. In the left back corner you can just make out the tiny nasturtiums I salvaged from outside plants that got frozen - they seem to be recovering nicely.

Our sweet and saucy little witch posing in front of a recent wonderful change -  the reopening of the general store/cafe that is the center of our little village. That means plenty more opportunities to run into friends and neighbors!

We recently discovered a great sunny trail near our house, with fantastic views of the surrounding hills.

And it's been lovely to have more chances than usual to hang out with my amazing stepson, who never ceases to inspire me - big hurrah for all the fall birthdays in our  family!

Part of what's working for us, I've realized, is that we're beginning to develop routines, something our household has never really had before. There is a joke between Stephen and I that whenever we discover a restaurant or hotel we like, we'd better fully appreciate it at that moment because it's highly unlikely that we'll ever make it back there again. That's just how we seem to roll - neither one of us is much of a habit-former, and we each tend to generate a fair amount of extra unpredictability in our lives. Maybe it's no surprise when you consider that the only Myers-Briggs attribute we share happens to be P, and "perceptive" types supposedly like to keep their options open...

In the realm of food, for me the words "routine" and "cooking" have never fit together. If I have a craving, I usually just drop everything and make whatever will fulfill it. That works just fine when you have only one other person with a limited sense of smell/taste to satisfy and no picky children whining that they don't like what you made. Cooking to meet my own cravings also worked when I had plenty of time to spend in the kitchen and a large food shopping budget. But over the past few years I've found out that this kind of cooking is not the best way to produce family meals. In fact, it might actually be the worst approach!

Just like with everyone else, as the kids have grown and our personal commitments have increased, our family's schedule has gotten busier and busier. Finally, I've gotten to the point where my mind no longer has the mental capacity to dream up my ideal meal each evening. Okay, I still do have days like yesterday, when I served French onion soup for dinner (if there is a more pointless food to serve hungry vegetarians I don't know what it is, but hey, I wanted it so I made it!) But then I made a batch of kale-mango yogurt smoothies for dessert because I felt guilty about not serving any protein or vegetables in the meal.

For the most part, though, my cooking lately has become uncharacteristically predictable. And rather than make me cranky, it's actually making me feel calm. No more performance jitters, hoping they'll like what I made. No more regrets that I blew twenty bucks on fancy ingredients I just had to have for a certain recipe. And no more frustration from trying to fit in an hour each day to make dinner. Saying no is hard for me, but I have finally learned to just say no to all of that.

So, you might be wondering, what have I been saying yes to? For starters, yes to making our tried and true favorites on a regular basis, even *gasp* once a week! So we now have a chili night, a pasta night, a soup night, a pizza night, and an eggs night. And when I make a dish, I double it and freeze half for another week. That also goes for rice, quinoa and pasta - they don't get frozen, but the extra is served a few days later.

I also recently scored a slow cooker at Goodwill and that's been interesting to use. It still feels a little funny to be chopping onions at 7:30 am, but it's also pretty damn satisfying to leave the house with a clean kitchen in the morning and know that when we all return at 5:30 that night, a delicious Moroccan stew will be waiting for us. The other cool thing about this plan is that it leaves me with enough time to continue making the things from scratch that I care about - bread, pita, granola, yogurt, muffins, cookies - because I don't spend so many hours planning and executing time-consuming meals anymore.

Slow Cooker Sweet Potato Chipotle Chili
(this recipe comes from the delightful vegan cookbook author Robin Robertson)

Saute in 1 T olive oil for 5 minutes on medium heat:
  • 1 medium onion, chopped
  • 1 red pepper, chopped
  • 1 garlic clove, pressed
 Add the onions, etc. to slow cooker turned to low heat. Stir in:
  • 1T minced chipotle chil in adobo sauce
  • 1 T chili powder
  • 1-1/2 lbs sweet potatoes, peeled and diced
  • 1 15-oz can crushed tomatoes
  • 1 15-oz can kidney beans, rinsed and drained
  • 1-1/2 c water
  • 1/2 tsp salt
Cook in the slow cooker on low heat for 6-8 hours. It's okay if it cooks longer than that, too. Serve over rice or on top of polenta or tortilla chips, or drain the liquid and fill a burrito. Sprinkle avocado slices on top, or shredded sharp cheddar cheese, or crushed tortilla chips. Trust me, these will be leftovers you'll look forward to eating the next time.

Hometown Delicacies

You know it's fall when the fair is in town!

Yes, it's that time of year. And whew, what a wild ride these past 12 months have been. As if I didn't already feel old beyond my years, a couple weeks ago I attended my 20th high school reunion. 20 years - yikes!!!

Since the kids were born, I haven't gone back home as often as I used to, which made this visit a rare treat in many ways. First of all, it was truly delightful to see my old classmates. I hadn't really kept in touch with people and didn't make it to the 10th reunion, so in almost every case, it had been 20 years since I last saw them. Not only did everyone look really great - let's hear it for southern Californians taking good care of themselves - but it was awesome to find that personalities hadn't changed one bit, or voices, or facial expressions. These last two probably sound a little silly, but it really touched me that 20 years melted away so easily while we stood around chatting. I tried to get some dancing going but somehow grooving to 1992 hits by Color Me Badd, Bobby Brown, UB40, etc. felt a bit awkward in the year 2012 and nobody did it with much enthusiasm. Come to think of it, those songs made for pretty awkward dancing back in the day, too...

The one picture I managed to take at the reunion - too much fun visiting with everyone!

In addition to seeing old friends, I got to spend lots of time with my hilarious family. The kids were in seventh heaven, hanging out with so many fun cousins and relatives. Me too. Having grown up in a close-knit family where teasing was a sign of love, it's always seemed strange to me to be an adult and not get ribbed all the time. Plus, what's not to like about being able to have an outdoor pool party in October? And the tumbleweeds, don't get me started on all the fun you can have with tumbleweeds! Apparently now people even stack them up and spray them white to look like snowmen at Christmastime - Martha Stewart must have come up with this one. When I was a kid all we did was roll them as we ran alongside and hit them with sticks. I finally got around to looking it up and tumbleweeds come from the Russian thistle plant, by the way.

Cousins!

On top of all that excitement, there was the food. There are certain things that my hometown really excels at food-wise, and I was so fortunate to be able to enjoy nearly all of them during this visit. Several were sweet treats: Dewar's chews, Dewar's peppermint ice milk, and Smith's happy face sugar cookies. As far as I'm concerned, they have no rivals and I have never even tried to replicate any of them, which makes visits home that much sweeter.

In the savory category, we have two broad categories: Mexican food and Basque food. If you know anything about California agriculture - my hometown is at the center of it - the Mexican food specialty speaks for itself. To this day, I judge any Mexican restaurant immediately by its salsa. (Nearly every one I've been to on the East Coast has failed miserably.) As for the Basque food angle, I didn't know that a majority of Americans of  Basque descent in the U.S. are in California, many of them in the central valley. I mean, growing up I either knew or knew of plenty Basque families and there were tons of Basque restaurants, but I just didn't realize how concentrated the population was in our area. So while I've never tried Basque specialties like pickled cow's tongue, as a child I had plenty of opportunities to become a connoisseur of what's known as "the set-up" - a family-style spread of nearly all vegetarian dishes that make up the first course of any Basque meal. It's a rather odd-sounding assemblage, but take my word for how delicious it is in combination: cabbage soup, beans, salsa, sourdough bread, cucumbers, cottage cheese mixed with mayo, boiled veggies in a white sauce, and lettuce salad. The sourdough bread+butter+salsa combination alone is phenomenal. Beans I usually dump in the soup, which is kind of bland until you pour in a bunch of salsa... you get the idea. It's very filling in and of itself. And interestingly, after all the meat-based entrees that follow the set-up, meals usually end with big hunks of blue cheese and sherbet. Really. I would love to do a food anthropology study of Basque restaurant food, which would of course give me a great reason to visit the Pyrenees mountains between Spain and France in the hunt for its origins.

Cabbage, carrots, potatoes, broth, beans, bread - the food that revolutionaries are raised on.

Last but certainly not least, there is a longtime restaurant in my hometown called Cafe Med which makes two Turkish dips that are very dear to my heart. Yes, I said Turkish. (Turn head to the side and spit in disgust for their treatment of Greeks during the war.) The red dip is simply called "Turkish Salad" on the menu, but from my research I believe it's an adaptation of "Ezme", a traditional Turkish condiment, minus the pomegranate syrup. The green dip is "Zehog" and its ingredients are nearly identical to the red dip, but spicier and without tomato. The dips are served with the most flavorful, softest white pita rounds that I've ever had, always straight from the oven. I usually eat so much of this appetizer that I honestly cannot name any other item the restaurant serves.
Fresh pita with ezme & zehog

The pita recipe I got from here: http://momgrind.com/2009/02/26/pita-bread-recipe-homemade-soft-and-fabulous/ - and they were pretty amazing. We'll see how they are tomorrow after sitting overnight.

And below is my approximate recipe for the dips - all I had was the ingredients list to go on, but I have to say, I think I got pretty close on my first try. My mom introduced me to the idea of serving them with hummus also, and I think she nailed it - the creamy coolness certainly helps with the heat.

Ezme - Turkish Salad
In a food processor, blend:

  • 1/3 cup yellow onion, diced
  • 1 clove garlic, pressed
  • 1/2 anaheim chile or 1 small jalepeno, chopped
  • 2 T canola oil
  • 1/2 tsp salt, or to taste
  • 1/4 cup tomato paste - more if you like
  • 1 celery stalk, chopped
  • 1/2 cup fresh parsley, roughly chopped
  • 1/4 cup fresh cilantro, roughly chopped
Zehog
In a food processor, blend:

  • 1 clove garlic, pressed
  • 1 anaheim chile or 1 small jalepeno, chopped
  • 2 T canola oil
  • 1/2 tsp salt, or to taste
  • 1/2 cup fresh parsley, roughly chopped
  • 1/4 cup fresh cilantro, roughly chopped


Lately the weather has been mostly rain, rain, rain, which does nothing for one's spirits, but it certainly has given me lots of practice in fire-making (I still stink at it but I'm blaming the situation on wet, hard wood). And it makes me appreciate days when you can get a shot like this:

A beautiful day on the Appalacian Trail

Feminism, Fingerlings & Fun

So...I know I wasn't planning on having time to blog during the school semester, but this weekend turned out to be so inspiring that I just had to share a bit. This morning I completed my first triathlon! Which now makes me a triathlete!

The race itself was surprisingly fun, probably because I've been training solo for the past three months and this felt like a huge group training session. Not to mention the fact that the Berkshire hills basically kicked my butt all summer long, making the short hills of the actual race course feel easy-peasy. Since I wasn't in too much pain, I had plenty of time to reflect on the event and what it meant to me and possibly, to the other competitors.

Before the race...


...and after. Hurrah for Dad's idea to make t-shirts!

This wasn't an ordinary triathlon. It was a women's-only race, part of a Title 9 series held each summer in various parts of Massachusetts. In past lives, I've been a spectator at many a race, both triathlons and running events alike. Always cheering for a guy. While I love to cheer others on, this was the first time I was on the other side of the equation, and it felt really great. Even when I got passed on the bike (I have a really clunky, heavy mountain bike that got clobbered on the downhills), it still felt really great, because all the women passing me were at least my age or in some cases, much older! (They marked our ages on our calves for some reason - I'm not sure why but it turned out to be an inspiring piece of info as the race progressed.)

The other cool thing was that most of the spectators were men and children! For me, that sure felt like a switch. Every time someone shouted, "Go Mommy, go!" I felt like it could be for me, and that was wonderful. Like all the mommies of the world were being cheered for in that moment.

I hadn't given the feminist angle much thought initially; it just seemed like a cool idea to race with women only for my first tri - but when we arrived at the event, Sophia shocked us by observing, "It's neat there are so many ladies here - usually it's only boys who do sports." HUH??? We are still scratching our heads at this comment. I mean, we don't have a television so she wouldn't have noticed the unequal coverage of women's vs. men's sporting events. And though her dad cycles fairly often, I'm the one who cross-trains six morning a week and sometimes plays team sports in the evenings. Where on earth did she get this idea that women don't compete in sports?

When I was growing up, Title IX was still a fairly new thing. A federal education amendment passed in 1972 to prevent sex discrimination in educational programs supported by federal dollars, in the area of athletics this law required that schools: (1) provide male and female students with equal opportunities to play sports, (2) give male and female athletes their fair shares of athletic scholarship dollars, and (3) provide equal benefits and services (such as facilities, coaching, and publicity) to male and female athletes overall. Almost 20 years after its passage, I was a student in high school. Though barely aware of Title IX, I clearly remember grumblings from both parents and school staff about how boys' programs had to be "cut back" in order to make facility time, coaching staff, uniforms, etc. available to girls' teams. Yikes. But for girls today, the playing field (pardon the pun) should appear fair, right?

For me, the biggest accomplishment of the day was afterward, when I asked Sophia if she'd like to do a race with me sometime, and she said yes. She said no when I asked her before the race. I am so lucky to have role models in my mom - super Master's-level swimmer, nationally ranked - and in my sister - super mom, triathlete and runner. Today I wore one of my mom's old swimsuits for the swim and pulled on one of my sister's racing outfits for the bike and run. I also borrowed Stephen's baseball cap for the run, reflecting that after all, he's one of the biggest feminists I know. And that counts for a lot in marriage, at least if you ask me.


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Now onto the food. When we arrived home this afternoon, all of a sudden it hit me that THE TIME IS NOW for eating our recently harvested veggies, so everyone got involved in picking herbs, topping and de-stringing beans, scrubbing potatoes, picking flowers and peeling cucumbers. This was the result:

Roasted rosemary fingerling potatoes; braised garlicky green beans; cucumber--mint-yogurt soup; tomato-basil salad.

A hearty meal to finish off a very hearty day. Hurrah for women and girls competing in sports! Hurrah for summer vegetables! And hurrah for our amazing government that, if we wait long enough and fight hard enough, usually does the right thing by its citizens!

14 lbs of fingerling potatoes




English cukes

Purple bush beans
Dragon's teeth pole beans