Interesting dinner from what I had in the fridge

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Cooking dinner

 

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This is not a picture of me. This lady might have been my mama.  I am thrilled that though I was born in the fifties, I have a fridge with about twice that capacity, plus a giant freezer which I love and keep quite full.

It’s one of those nights when there isn’t much food in the house, but I want to make a nice dinner for me and my husband. Checking the fridge, I found a few veggies from my friend’s garden: a beet with pretty wilted tops, an eggplant, and some figs. In the freezer I found a large boneless chicken breast buried, so unearthed that. There were some gypsy peppers and shallots from my CSA (Community Sponsored Agriculture) box too. Things I didn’t choose to use were a couple of peaches, some rather tired looking green tomatoes, some limes, and carrots. Another time.

Here’s the menu I’m planning: Chicken stir fry with beet greens and basil, Eggplant Parmigiano, Butter lettuce salad with beets and gorgonzola, Ice cream with spiced fresh figs.

I always marinate chicken breast before stir frying since white meat is often too dry for me. I did lots of stir-frying while we lived in Singapore, and learned this amazingly easy trick with chicken breast. I sliced it up, then stirred together in a small bowl:
2T cornstarch mixed with 2T soy sauce +2T water
a good squeeze from a tube of chopped ginger (optional)
an egg white (sounds strange, but it works)

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Left this in the fridge to marinate (for however long you have) while I prepped everything else.

I peeled the beet, keeping the greens, cut it in a few pieces and boiled it, nothing fancy. I know beets are so good for you, but really only like them in a salad. That’s what I have in mind for tonight!

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Chopped up the beet greens, it won’t matter that they’re wilted in a stir fry and some basil from a pot on my deck that was threatening to bolt.

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Then 2 gypsy peppers plus 2 shallots. I love shallots but find them pesky to peel. Anyone have a good trick?

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Now my stir fry is prepped for last-minute cooking.
I had a little vanilla ice cream, so decided to cook the figs in a syrup to have over the ice cream.

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This was delicious and so easy. I rinsed the figs, then put them in a pot with about 1 cup of water, 1/2 c sugar, and a broken up cinnamon stick. When the figs were tender after about 20 minutes on a simmer, I took them out so they wouldn’t fall apart, and reduced the sauce a bit more. Then I added some balsamic vinegar 1-2 T, to give it a little balance. And I always add a pinch or more of salt to sweet dishes. So much better.

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And now for the eggplant, which I’ll be honest, turned out to be a little more trouble than I’d envisioned. But the results were awesome!
Wash and slice fairly thickly.

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Dip each slice in a mixture of 1 egg plus 1/2 c milk and some salt, then into another pan of bread crumbs. I use the packaged ones from the store, but you can make them if you’re ambitious from leftover bread that you toast and whirl in the blender. I was a bit short on the bread crumbs and wasn’t ambitious, so added about an equal amount of flour. Then fry on medium heat both sides till brown. I used a non-stick skillet to minimize the oil but ended up needing to add more oil to get the crispy texture I was looking for. Then I overlapped all the browned eggplant slices in a casserole I like.

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I couldn’t remember whether Eggplant Parmigiano had the cheese first, then the sauce or the other way round. I like parmesan, so ended up doing both! Next I poured on the sauce, which consisted of a half of a leftover jar of marinara that my daughter had left in the freezer from a party she had over here, plus some salsa, since it wasn’t really enough marinara for all that eggplant. And I added the end of a jar of oregano to make it taste more Italian!

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Then I baked it at 350 for about 40 minutes with foil over it, added some more Parmesan and then another 5 under the broiler to get the top nice and browned.

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Ready to start my stir fry now that my husband is home! Veggies (beet greens, basil, peppers, shallots) in first, with a good spoonful of chopped garlic from a jar and splash of oil.

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After about 5-7 minutes on pretty high heat, I’m ready to add the chicken, along with a smidge more oil, stirring and frying all that together till the chicken lost its pinkness. (Next time, I’ll take the veggies out before cooking the chicken, then combine them at the end. The egg coating on the chicken got all over the veggies too, making them look a bit gloppy. They tasted delicious though.) Last step was to taste for seasoning and add about 2 T oyster sauce for a deeper flavor.

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The salad was put together while the stir fry cooked. I had some beautiful organic butter lettuce in the box with its roots still attached. This is more expensive, but definitely my favorite. I added the beets I’d cooked earlier and some Gorgonzola cheese from my freezer stash. I like a simple dressing of good olive oil, balsamic and a good grind of salt and pepper.

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Ready to serve

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And dessert

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It all tasted really good, but we both agreed the Eggplant Parm was the best. Great dinner, no shopping, and I have leftovers!

What are your ideas for cooking with whatever you can find in the fridge?

Sleep deprivation and the mommy soul

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Mothering

Tired mommy

In my work with mothers of newborns, sleep and the lack of it is a critical factor.  These women are so tired: bone-weary, lid drooping, mind wandering tired. And yet somehow they go on.  Mothers keep doing what needs to be done past what feels like human capacity.

I see it regularly, and I remember it well.  The intensity of it never completely leaves you.  As they talk to me, as I watch their faces and slower movements, and it all comes back, oh yes.  Part of the reason I am with them is to help, to find ways to make this new job of mothering work better, to cope with what seems impossible, at least for a season.

I have come to believe that these early days of constantly pushing past the screaming needs of one’s own body in order to care for another human being may imprint a mother’s heart and soul to continue doing just that her whole life.

This in no way discounts the devotion of a father; I am a great fan of daddies.  They fill a role like none other all a child’s life.  Their strength, comfort, and pure solidity are essential, and such a draw for their children.

But with the mama, there is deep biology at work.  There is the literal physical participation in the making of this child, a divine partnership that changes her for life, both inside and out.  Early on in the pregnancy,  she has to be devoted because she has given over her body to another person. Even as a woman longs for the end of pregnancy to “have her body back” she does not realize that she has entered a permanent condition.  Her body, her mind, her heart, they are never hers again in the same way.

Some will say this is not healthy, that there must be separation and that women must do more self-care.   And this is undoubtedly true.  It is possible, and perhaps even a temptation, to drown oneself in ones’ children, ceasing to be an individual.  I argue with mommies to take care of themselves, that their own needs are important. If they are unwell, they cannot mother well.

But it is undeniable that a mother’s needs will frequently take a back seat to her children’s.  It is most evident in the early days and weeks when feeding and caring for a newborn take over her world for a time.  This intense period of time prepares her for a lifetime of carefully prioritizing every nuance of need she perceives in her child.  This close attentiveness, this oft-times over anxiety, is part of a divine plan to ensure the care of the offspring.  We sometimes caricaturize this mother-tendency, but we are all better for it.

I once read a Time magazine article on the plight of single mothers which said the majority of them would move heaven and earth to do what needs to be done for their child.  Going to battle on behalf of your children not only in this temporal realm but also beseeching heaven to intervene is a child’s birthright.

Built into the mommy soul by the Creator himself is the ever attentive watchfulness that never fully sleeps, always half-tuned to wake if needed, to deny the body’s sluggish need.  It is the feminine reflection of our God image.

        Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

                                                                                                                    Psalm 121:4

Schmeckfest

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Cross Cultural

Steve and I sneaked in a few minutes late to the annual celebration of the American Historical Society of Germans from Russia. The accordion player was already in full form.  We tiptoed to our saved seats of honor, only to be warned away by a woman with permanently surprised eyebrows drawn on.  “That place is for Mrs. Litfin!!” she hissed. We assured her Mrs. Litfin had directed us to these seats and sat down to enjoy the quasi- Polka music. The accordion player punctuated his songs with accordion jokes, a whole genre I was unaware of.  The jokes mostly had to do with how much people hate accordion music, but the crowd was very amused.

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I can’t remember ever listening to much accordion music; I thought it was quite cheerful.

I looked at the rapt faces of the mostly over 70 crowd and they were charmed.  I thought of each life, each history, and all the memories that were being enjoyed. What to me was a rather humorous afternoon, was for them the highlight of their month.  For a few hours on a Sunday afternoon, they were home again. Their favorite foods, music, even a blessing over the food in German, all these were taking them back to what always seems like a simpler time, our past. For many of these people, their past had included fleeing from Russia as the Nazis withdrew, escaping from refugee camps, harsh winters on Dakota farms, and numerous other hardships with harrowing stories. But today, they were content and comfortable, nostalgic and understood among their own.

The food was plentiful, if not varied.  Schmeckfest means taste feast! Most dishes contained sauerkraut in some form, along with bratwurst and potatoes.  It was hearty, to say the least.  No wonder the Germans, even those from Russia, tend to be sturdy folk. I tried most everything and got a detailed explanation on how to make German potato salad from Mrs. Litfin, whom we had made room for next to us.

Another man at our table had a face that rivaled corrugated cardboard.  I saw many stories there. He had a full plate of food and was having the time of his life.

We often don’t have to go far for a cross-cultural experience, we just need to pay attention.  The richness of shared humanity is all around us.  I got mine today with sauerkraut on the side.

 

 

Leaving the fast lane

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I got a speeding ticket a few months ago.   It was humiliating and expensive.  And it made me think.  Why am I in such a hurry?  Well, that particular day I was a little late to work, but I realized that hurrying had become a way of life.

I’ll do this “real quick”; that’ll just take a minute; hmm, I have five minutes what can I squeeze in?

Maybe I don’t need to do everything at top speed; maybe it is not so essential that I fit in every last thing that seems so urgent?

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What would happen if I slowed down, permanently? Not just for a few days for a rest or vacation, but in my really truly life. What if I just moved through my life, working, doing, accomplishing, enjoying, but not hurrying?  Is this even possible?

I long to have this courage to live my life on purpose, not rushing through already thinking about the second thing while I’m still on the first thing.

I wonder what I’ve been missing, always with my eye on speed and efficiency, blind to what really may have been happening around me.

 “I want to move on Kingdom time, not hustle time, with eyes to see, ears to hear, a heart to understand.”  Sarah Bessey

One of my ways to begin living in Kingdom time is to write a blog. I am not a “writer”, and yet, I find I have some things I want to write about.  I have always written in my head but seldom have taken the time to put these thoughts down on paper. Writing seems to help me to know myself, see my world, appreciate grace, and understand others with more tenderness.

Will you join me as I try harder not to try so hard?  Let’s move on Kingdom time, let’s see and hear and think and soak up and really be where and who we are.