Friday, March 27, 2009
Dining Out Decisions
Dining Out is Saturday, April 4th at 7:00 pm, but a restaurant is still in limbo. If there is a specific basketball game on, we may switch locales, but as of now, we are still on.
Please choose one of the following for dinner:
1. Carrburritos--parking is a little iffy (especially if one of those basketball games is on, but the food more than makes up for it).
2. Nantucket--not always too crowded, also great outdoor seating. And the cake. . . Wow (It is a Stephanie Plum dream).
3. The Melting Pot--a little pricey, but if we just get cheese and dessert, it could be perfect.
Please leave your vote in the comments section! Or, if you have a better suggestion, add it!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Oatmeal Crispies
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Don't be Dull
FHE Fun with the Sisters Ru
It is no secret that B and I have our own little FHE. Being that we are sisters, family home evening is quite easy for us, and every so often some of our transient family here joins us (we're a drop-in household, so often we'll have a few friends join our family). This past week, FHE was especially enjoyable. I had extra cream puffs left over from the Family History Dessert Night last Sunday, and all I needed was something to fill it for dinner/FHE.
Rather than have dinner ready when B got home, we made dinner together. One of our family friends makes a killer chicken salad that she brings over whenever we go home (to IL), and we set about trying to recreate it. Looking through various recipes, only one seemed easy and kind of close. Okay, we didn't quite get to Sandy's level, but it was pretty good nonetheless (Julianne also makes a mean chicken salad). I even ended up making more cream puffs so we could take it for lunches this past week. I knew we had done all right when B said, "Oh yeah" after her initial taste.
Quick and easy chicken salad:
- 2 c. shredded chicken (you can easily bake 1-2 chicken breasts and shred it or just buy canned chicken)
- 1 c. chopped celery (I'm not a huge celery fan, but I chopped it pretty fine; and it was perfect!)
- 1 c. halved grapes
- 1/4 c. toasted almonds (I didn't toast them due to the fact that I was cooking more cream puffs, and it still tasted fantastic)
- 1/2-3/4 c. mayo (depending on how dry you like it)
- salt & pepper to taste
Mix everything except the mayo, salt, and pepper, then add those last three ingredients.
Monday, March 9, 2009
I dare you to eat it
I found a great website this week that has, for the first time in my life, helped me realize not only that my circumstances really do allow me to store a year's supply of food (it really doesn't take up that much space), but also that I can use that food to eat on a daily basis. The website is http://www.idareyoutoeatit.com/. Once there, go to the "strategies" section to understand how easy it really is to have a year's supply and eat it too. I have a copy of the author's book, so if anyone wants to learn more or see more of her recipes, just let me know.
I tried two of the recipes this week, and loved them. I even fed tacos covertly laced with wheat to the elders, and they had no idea until I spilled the beans. Here's the recipe for Hippie Tacos, as found on http://www.idareyoutoeatit.com/. They were delish.
HIPPIE TACOS
Fresh Ingredients
1 lb. ground beef
15 10″ tortillas
toppings: baby spinach leaves, grated cheese, diced tomato, avocado, cilantro, and Ranch dressing
Storage Ingredients
2 c. cooked whole wheat berries
1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. pepper
1 tsp. paprika
2 tsp. chili powder
* 1 packet of taco seasoning may be used as a substitution for individual spices
Brown ground beef and drain fat. Stir in the cooked wheat berries and spices. Spoon meat mixture onto warm tortillas and top with fresh baby spinach, grated cheese, diced tomato, avocado, cilantro, and Ranch dressing.
Good luck food storaging!Sunday, March 8, 2009
Easy Dessert: Fruit Pizza
This is an easy recipe and one you can be creative with too!
Fruit Pizza
1 small pkg sugar cookie dough
8oz cream cheese
1/2 c sugar
1/2 c sour cream
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla
fruit of any variety (strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, grapes, bananas, kiwi, etc)
1. Roll out cookie dough into a thin shape (circle, square, triangle, you decide) on a cookie sheet. Bake as directed on package.
2. Cool completely.
3. Mix cream cheese, sugar, sour cream, egg and vanilla.
4. Spread on cookie. Place in oven at 350 for 4 - 7 mins until mixture melts.
5. Now pile on the fruit...be creative! (I opted for a circular design yet only got a picture of half as it was being consumed)
6. Refrigerate for about 15 mins, to allow everything to stay in place.
7. Serve in slices like a pizza and ENJOY!
Cafe Rio!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Food, Family, and Fish Haven
A family history house in more ways than one, I think it will always be more special to me for the relationships it allowed me to have with my grandparents. We had spent summers there during my childhood, but these memories were mine and no one else's. For that one weekend a month, they got an extra daughter, and I learned to see them as real people and not just doting grandparents.
Many times my memories of those weekends are of food. Grandma was very particular about when meals were served. You could get your own breakfast (though heaven help you if it wasn't before 8:30), but lunch was at noon and dinner at five--and that is when I got them on the table--not a minute later.
I was a passable cook growing up and had some training thanks to Mom and 4-H, but Mom cooked in our house; and the rest of us were sous chefs. My brother Nathan had a gift for just tossing ingredients together, but I had to train and practice. And I did it in my grandparents kitchen, last updated sometime in the 70s, with the hand crank can opener (I still covet) on the wall and the cast iron stove brought across the plains from St. Louis back in the day (It was more a warming area for foods that came out of the electric oven across the kitchen) while Grandma told stories of her years growing up, being a young newlywed, or how many boyfriends my mother had. She always sent me home to Provo with enough food for weeks.
Sundays were the usual: church and then a roast of some kind, mashed potatoes & gravy, green beans with mushroom soup (or cauliflower with cheese), home-canned fruit, stuffing, and some kind of bread (rolls, bread rings, you name it), and what you didn't eat was sent home. But Saturday, Grandma and Grandpa were my guinea pigs. Grandma's staples were meat and potatoes or something she didn't have to work on too much (frozen dinners), but I would prepare tacos, homemade pizza, enchiladas, spaghetti, etc.--stuff that seems really basic to me (now that I have become more sophisticated in my food tastes), but were often new and different for them. After dinner, we would often watch an old timey musical for Grandma (often Deanna Durbin--a star from the 1930s and 1940s, the Julia Roberts of her day) and then a fun action flick with Grandpa after Grandma went to bed.
I cooked my first Thanksgiving for them. I grieved for friends and family with them--cooking the pain away. I picked fruits and vegetables (and Grandfather made fun of my jumpy nature--he said I had a guilty conscience). We watched General Conference while I made pie or bread or fudge. We canned; we cooked; we laughed; we loved. You name it, it happened in that kitchen or the living room or the picnic tables under the boxelder trees, and food and family history tied it all together.
One of my favorite memories of my Grandfather happened on their 60th wedding anniversary. I had been perfecting my fettuccine alfredo recipe at the time, and I decided to pair it with steak (Daddy did those on the grill usually, so I had never actually cooked one on my own). The look of bliss on my Grandfather's face as he bit into that steak--his first in 10 years--will stay with me forever (especially since it was probably overcooked and not my best--I do much better now), and Grandma could not stop talking about that moment of pure pleasure.
Another favorite memory of my Grandfather happened at my Grandmother's funeral. I flew in early to help Mom and her sisters with whatever they needed. Mom, who for years had been pretty territorial in the kitchen, had come to trust me in there, and turned the food over to me while she and her sisters hammered out the details you must during that kind of time. I threw together some kind of chicken pasta the night I flew in--but Grandpa wouldn't eat. Though years had passed since I had been the long-lost, Larsen daughter, coming up every month, I was once again his surrogate child, sitting in Grandma's chair as we talked. Well, I talked--he was never a big talker--after I set a plate of pasta on his lap. Half an hour later, the plate was clean, and I filled it up again and sat down to talk some more.
When it was time for me to leave, I remember holding his hand, tears close to the surface, and looking into his eyes as hours and days rushed back--me and Grandma and Grandpa in our own little world, with dinner at noon and five; music, stories, gospel, laughter, and food tying us together always.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
How to pick produce...
Hopefully the following links will help.
- An A to Z guide to produce
- Video guides to picking good produce
- A little guide to storage of produce
- A summer fruit buying guide