Just this week Los Angeles banned single plastic bag use, joining cities and towns across the country. Tucson has been thinking about how to address issues associated with single-use plastic bags. Me? When you’ve the opportunity to use sweet canvas bags like this one my mum gave me there isn’t a question. Brilliant. Every time I look at it though I see “In Hen We Trust” not British Hen Welfare Trust. Not sure why. Hey, but check ’em out. This upcoming Friday is Free Range Friday. We should celebrate!
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I’ve got some adoption thoughts brewing, but waiting to have a moment to actually process them and so this is what we’ve been getting up to.
I’m thinking we should have an easement party, perhaps a Jubilee easement party, complete with bunting and sarnies. Sounds like a fab idea don’t you think? Maybe a big bowl of quivering trifle (I hate trifle, something about all those textures mixed together, but it is appropriate street party food for the Jubilee.) I think I’m going to invite all the neighbors. Do you think they’ll know why it’s a Jubilee Party? Will someone be offended? Perhaps they’ll throw a Boston Tea Party.
A little after 8pm MST we put the names of all commentators in Bean’s Valentine box and Bean drew the winning ticket. Apologies for the incorrect location of the winner. Big oops there. Oh Angelina I’ll be sending you an email shortly. Congratulations.
For those on Debbie Koenig’s Parents Need to Eat Blog Tour. Welcome back to Tucson, Arizona. Yes, there is giveaway information below.
Three out of four of us have come down with the sniffles and a nice, raspy cough that rattles around the chest. The fourth member of the family is currently on a night time mountain bike ride, just in case you’re wondering who has yet to fall victim. The guilty party who introduced the dreaded virus is now bouncing around enough to go back to the pit of infection and bring home a new virus, leaving me and Fox to barricade ourselves in and steel ourselves with milk for him and soup for me.
One of my favorite soups is a Lentil and Brown Rice soup that Debbie Koenig introduced me to. It’s in her new cookbook Parents Need to Eat Too. It truly is an easy soup to put together when you’re feeling less than stellar, in need of something good and hearty and don’t really want to venture out to get loads of supplies.
Prior to Bean’s aversion to any food that appeared to be a combination of more one than item, we used this soup a lot in the winter. Now, she would turn her nose up at the rice and lentils and occasional tomato daring to display their presence next to one another in her bowl. I could puree it and make it look uniform, but I have an aversion to such behavior. It takes time, but more importantly I want Bean and Fox, when the time comes for him to eat solid foods, to know and appreciate vegetables (despite making a sauerkraut cake this week for Bean’s birthday .- How’s that for sneaking a vegetable in?) So we’ve been struggling to get Bean to eat the soup recently.
On Monday night the tide turned. I took Debbie’s recent sharing on her Facebook page of a tip she found elsewhere and I applied it to her soup and voila, we have heart shaped carrots in Lentil and Brown Rice soup.
Bean was ecstatic about the hearts. It was, after all, the day before Valentine’s which is also Bean’s birthday. The response went something like this when Bean saw the carrots atop the soup.
Hearts, hearts, hearts. I love hearts. Thank you Mummy.
Sweet eh? Then we proceeded to count how many heart carrots everyone got in their soup…did she really get the most? How many were there compared to regular carrots? She ate the heart carrots, and the regular carrots, and the lentils, and the tomatoes with absolutely no complaint. Fabulous. I’m quite willing to cut a few shapes if it encourages her to eat her vegetables. You might consider it hiding in plain sight, but I’m okay with that. Plus, a math lesson to boot.
One of the aspects of Debbie’s book, blog and Facebook page I truly appreciate is her willingness and ability to share tips and sources be it for making her foods into baby food or encouraging even the pickest child to enjoy the food you’re cooking (of course the focus is recognizing that you, rushed and harried, do need to eat too). Of course, I can see how great the book is, because it is right next to me and you can’t look because it isn’t even out yet. This sad fact can be changed. Debbie and her publisher, HarperCollins have provided me with a copy to giveaway. Leave a comment here, or/and on any of the posts starting with Dang it, Parents Need to Eat Too and since until 8pm MST February 20th, and I’ll enter your name to a drawing to win a copy of the book. What that means, you can read about my heart stuff, leave a comment about heart stuff and be entered to win. You can leave another comment on a recipe post or a Tucson post and be entered a second time and third time. If that isn’t enough, go over and check the book tour and stack the odds in your favor by commenting far and wide. Yes, there are some big name bloggers on the tour, but don’t forget the smaller ones, the odds are probably better there and there are some gems there. Oh yeah, and if you’re trying for a copy for yourself and perhaps buying one for some friends who are expecting a new baby, pre-order the book before February 21 and receive a FREE Digital Starter Kit including bonus recipes, a gift card, and more.
The coldless one has been back from his night time mountain bike ride for a few hours now, Baby Fox has just polished off his 2:30am feed and now it is time to get a few hours of shut-eye before the five year old wakes.
I’ve had one of those days. Or should that be a couple of those kind of days. The day was marred by a particularly frustrating trip to a governmental office, picking up a sick Bean early from preschool, and a sweet, but increasingly impatient, Baby Fox along for the ride. On the doorstep when we finally made it home -a sweet brown package. I was thrilled. I love packages. This one contained something particularly spectacular. Inside that plain brown envelope, one of the first copies of my friend Debbie’s first book, Parents Need to Eat Too.
I was part of the recipe tester group for the book (Debbie drew upon a large group of parents of young children to test the recipes) and seeing the book in the flesh, as it were, for the first time was like finally meeting the baby of a friend who had whispered to you tales of doctors visits, shared ultra sound pictures with and hopes for months on end. In the case of this particular baby, there was a much longer gestation than the usual nine months. I’m ridiculously excited for Debbie.
The timing on the arrival of the book couldn’t have been better. Tired, frustrated, with baby and sick preschooler in tow, I needed something quick. Something basic. Something my cranky preschooler might find tantalizing and could be sent in tomorrow’s lunchbox as long as my girl Bean is well enough. Flick, flick to the chapter on One Handed Meals and voila – Broccoli and Cheddar Pinwheels. I’d no flipping idea what to expect, you Americans have some funny names for foods (that’s rich I know, as I’m from the land of spotted dick, toad in the hole and other such gastronomic delights). However, I had all the ingredients.
Broccoli and Cheddar Pinwheels
Makes 8, and doubles well
Cooking time: 1 hour (20 minutes active)
1 pound prepared pizza dough, white or whole wheat
2¹⁄₂ cups finely chopped broccoli, or one 10-ounce package of frozen chopped broccoli, defrosted and finely chopped. If you don’t mind the additional cleanup, you can do the fine-chopping by pulsing in the food processor. It’s important that the pieces be quite small, or you’ll have trouble in the assembly.
1 to 2 cups shredded Cheddar cheese, depending on how much you like cheese
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
Salt and pepper
Preheat oven to 425°F. Line or grease a baking sheet.
1. Remove pizza dough from the refrigerator 30 minutes to 1 hour before you plan to use it.
2. Steam the broccoli until just tender, 5 to 6 minutes. Cool slightly, then combine broccoli with the Cheddar, mustard, and salt and pepper to taste. By mistake I steamed the broccoli first and then cut.
3. Roll or stretch the dough on a floured work surface into a large rectangle, about 10 x 14 inches. Don’t worry if you can’t get those exact measurements, but take care not to stretch the dough so thin it rips.
4. Spread the broccoli mixture over about three-quarters of the dough, leaving an uncoated portion at one short side. Begin to roll the dough from the short side covered with the broccoli spread, and keep rolling until you’ve got a nice, neat log of dough.
5. Using a serrated knife or a pastry scraper, cut the log into 8 equal pinwheels. Carefully lay the pinwheels flat on the prepared baking sheet, and bake until crust is golden brown and the cheese is melted, 15 to 20 minutes.
MAKE BABY FOOD: If your baby’s still on purees, reserve a portion of the broccoli-cheese mixture and blend it with a bit of milk or broth. If you’re on finger foods
Simple, straight forward, and with that whole wheat pizza dough, positively healthy. It seems so simple that we should have thought of it before, but we hadn’t. After dinner we brainstormed just what else we could use in a pinwheel. Like this it is just about perfect for Bean, but this got us thinking about adding garlic, sliced mushrooms, different cheeses. What about different types of mustard? The possibilities were endless. Well done Debbie. I think Bean would argue that this meets not only the Parents Need to Eat Too criteria, but also the ‘preschoolers with infant siblings need to eat’ criteria too.
I plan to share another of Debbie’s recipes from the book in the next week or so as part of her virtual book tour. Her publisher, HarperCollins, has kindly sent me a copy to give away in the next week or so, so stay tuned to this space to find out more about chances to win your own copy. If you know that you’re interested in the cook book, perhaps you have it in mind for a shower gift for expectant parents (I’ve preordered a copy for C & S from Antigone Books already, so don’t even think about it the rest of you.) you can preorder the book. Anyone who orders before February 21 receives a FREE Digital Starter Kit including bonus recipes, a gift card, and other stuff. I should probably organize the giveaway before that date.
You’re impressed aren’t you? I have to admit I’m pretty impressed too. You should see the Full Spectrum Rainbow Cookie post that inspired it. Debbie‘s rendition is much prettier. Mine was pretty damn yummy though, if not as pretty. I was captured by the ingredient list which, along with chocolate (can’t go far wrong there), included almond paste. I love marzipan and the ilk. Thankfully, I wasn’t put off by her unusual comments that this was a tad fussy. I don’t think it actually is. Well maybe compared to other Debbie recipes, but still. Worth the fuss. Check out the bowls. Beautiful eh?
Sidetrack/ January and February are all about rainbows here in the desert. Not in that incredible rainbow-every-single-day Hawaii way, but beautiful subtle rainbows over mountains and desert promising much needed moisture to the desert. We actually have two rainy seasons. The big dramatic monsoon storms bring relief and theater in Summer II (July and August) and a gentler, softer drizzle soaks a parched desert in January and February. Yep, rainbows. We might not get much rain here in the Sonoran Desert, but we get rainbows and even more fabulous sunsets when we do./End Rainbow sidetrack
Back to the baked goods. Debbie is part of the reason I’ve got back into cooking from scratch, or almost scratch. I’m not sure if I ‘got back’ to, or just started. Cooking in England is much more from scratch, at least it use to be, than family cooking here. Somewhere between moving here at 19 years old and post college I got sucked into prepped risottos and eating out. I still use them occasionally. There were a couple of other reasons for the return to cooking. Seven months spent in Florence, Italy where the produce was phenomenal, the grocery stores new and different and I had more time (I had more time than ‘just stick it in the microwave’). A year after we returned to the US, I packed in my job and our belts tightened (if only my actual belt could be tightened. It just feels tighter.) and so cooking at home became more important. Debbie’s recipes, especially her Pantry Cooking section, have been used again and again in our house. Her first cookbook, Parents Need to Eat Too is about to come out. I’ve got my copy on order from Antigone Books, our fabulous local feminist bookstore. Green and I were testers for the book so I’m excited to see how it turned out. The recipes we tested were fabulous, with one exception, but I think that was because I didn’t follow the instructions.
This rainbow season we’ll be making these Rainbow Cookies/Cake again for Bean, who was born under a desert rainbow sky.
Thank you. Your blog, your recipes brought real food to our family dinners.
ps. I think you might want to change the name to Pride cookies. Several friends of a certain demographic were totally taken with these and renamed them Pride Cake. I even received marriage proposals.