10.05.2010

Dinner @ 226 - Lentil Rice



Lately, it seems, I have been the go-to girl for family nutrition. People approach me all day long to ask why their children don't eat the foods they are supposed to. Working at a grocery store, especially one that is aimed toward a healthier crowd, I hear every dislike every child has ever muttered. Ethan doesn't eat his vegetables. Emma won't touch food that is green. Max gags on meat. Jonah spits out any and all fruit. Jaden is not a fan of anything crunchy. Ava despises anything creamy. William makes his icky face when he sees beans. And Grace won't even be in the same room as a tomato. And, they all loathe lollipops. Just kidding, that last one has never happened, in history.




Food is so important to me and my family. Jason often mocks me because I spend so much time researching, listing, turning down pages, Googling, marking, highlighting and talking about our own kids' diets. Yes, I think about it alot. Maybe too much. Maybe an unhealthy amount, which would be fairly ironic. The point? Well, there are several.

First, none of us parents are immune. Like you read in this post, my children go through phases also. They've spit out their fair share of brussel sprouts. But, here's the thing; I never said, "Oh, the kids don't like brussel sprouts so I'm not going to buy them anymore." Kids are complex creatures, far more so than we give them credit for. I believe that most of their preferences at younger ages are merely a way to garner just a teensy bit of control. It's a power play, really. Give a kid something safe like a hot dog, chicken nuggets, chips, french fries or a peanut butter sandwich and it's easy for them to eat. They stuff it into their tiny mouths without having to think about tastes and textures. They're in their comfort zone, everything tastes the same as it looks. No surprises.




Take a kid out of their comfort zone and they will exercises their right to choose in an attempt to show you that they wield some power. After all, you chose to give them Curried Eggplant. And, you are going to pay for it. If you fall for the trap and make them a hot dog after they refuse your expertly seasoned Curried Eggplant, they will continue to wield the power every mealtime after. Or, as long as you allow. There is a painful, but simple way to achieve success if you are caught in the middle of this scenario. Serve the Curried Eggplant. After they refuse it, you gently tell them, "This is the only option we have for dinner tonight. So, eat your yummy eggplant so you don't get hungry." If you've been in this tug-o-war with your child for some time, it may take months to get out. But, you will. If they continue to refuse the Eggplant, let them know if they aren't willing to eat dinner then they can leave the table. Don't give in and supply them with a small handful of saltines because you think they may wake up hungry in the middle of the night. Yes, toddlers get hungry. It happens. But, their appetites are so small, if they skip a meal it will not affect their growth or overall happiness. It's not ideal but you're working towards a greater goal. Several meal-less nights may result in an adventurous eater in the future. So worth it, if you ask me. So, stop worrying. If they were truly hungry, they would eat the eggplant. Remember that. If you were starving, you would eat your least favorite food, wouldn't you?




In addition to this attitude, you need a guided menu to help you branch out their "likes." I have many dishes that I serve at least once a month, if not more. Most of these meals include ingredients that I can keep in my pantry (alongside fresh produce) and don't take hours to prepare. That way, I can quickly prepare a meal that everyone will slurp up. No excuses.

Lentil Rice came in to our lives a year ago. It was a chilly night and I was flipping through the pages of this cookbook, which has come to be one of my favorites. I hadn't gone to the grocery in days and was struggling for some divine dinner inspiration. I was actually looking for a Lentil Soup recipe but didn't even have the carrots that were required for a good soup base. On the opposite page was this recipe. It's simple. It's savory and faintly spiced. It can be served alone, with a salad. Sometimes I put a fried egg on top to increase the protein. It can also be served alongside some grilled sausage or fish but it is so warm and filling, I hardly ever go that far. Sometimes, I cook some carrots (in cream) because Beckett adores them.

Lentil Rice recipe by Tessa Kiros

I will note that we all like our Lentil Rice topped with a dollop of whole milk yogurt and either a generous squeeze of lemon or a puddle of red wine vinegar. If your name is Jason, your puddle will look more like a pond.

5 Tablespoon Olive Oil
1 Large Red Onion
2 Cloves Garlic, peeled and finely chopped
1/4 Teaspoon Ground Cinnamon
1/4 Teaspoon Sweet Paprika
1/4 Teaspoon Ground Coriander
1 1/2 Cups Brown or Green Lentils, rinsed and picked over
4 Cups Water, plus one Cup
1 Cup Long Grain White Rice
2 Tablespoons Butter
5 Tablespoons Chopped Fresh Parsley

Heat the oil in a frying pan and fry the onion over medium-low heat, stirring often, until it is golden and sticky looking. Add the garlic, cinnamon, paprika, and coriander, and stir until you can smell the garlic. Remove from the heat.

Meanwhile, put the lentils in a large pan, cover with 4 cups of water; and bring to a boil. Skim the surface and then simmer for 30 minutes, adding some salt halfway through.

Scrape the onion mixture into the lentil pan and add the rice, butter, half the parsley, 1 cup of water, and a dash more salt. Stir well and bring back to a boil. Cover, turn the heat as low as possible, and cook for 15 minutes or so, until all the water has been absorbed, and the rice is cooked through.

Remove from the heat and fluff up. Cover the top of the pan with a clean dish towel, put the lid back on, and leave it for about 10 minutes. Add the remaining parsley and fluff it up again before serving.


Serves 4

Creamy Carrots also by Tessa Kiros

I find this preparation of carrots to be rather indulgent. I actually prefer them roasted with olive oil and salt and pepper in a very hot oven, most of the time. And we eat them like that, most of the time. But, on a very cold night when the body craves comfort and the little blond haired boy looks up and says, "Cay-uts peeese," these carrots sound just about right.

8 Medium Carrots, peeled and cut into 1/2 inch rounds
2 Tablespoons Butter
1 to 2 Tablespoons Fresh Parsley, chopped
1/2 Cup Heavy Whipping Cream

Simmer the carrots in salted water for 10 to 15 minutes until they are quite soft and fraying on the outside, but still just a bit firm on the inside. Drain and put them in a large nonstick frying pan with the butter and parsley. Saute over medium heat until the butter starts to sizzle and turn a little golden, then pour in the cream. Let the dream bubble up and reduce a little, then serve hot.

Serves 4

9.28.2010

New News. Wait... isn't news always new?

Hello people. Hello blog. I have far from forgotten you exist but have neglected you in the most callous of ways. You are always in the back of my head, whispering into my ear that I should be spending more time with you. And, really blog, you needn't be so subtle because I totally agree. The good news? Well, I have decided to revamp the blog, redo its mission, take some bad ass *pictures* with my new camera and most importantly: dedicate a few hours a week to write and publish and share.

The bottom line is that I like to write and I like to share. Another reality is that I have a very chaotic life with fleeting moments of quiet and calm. So, this is not a promise of weekly posts but rather, a mission statement for myself to publish more frequently and regularly and with more purpose. ReLaunch slated for October 4. Please, come along, I'd love for you to join me.

Peace.


Keep your face always towards the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you. That quote was gifted to me engraved on a piece of cheap-o particle board in scripted black font by my very best friend when we were about six. It hung on my bullitin board throughout high school. It most likely cost her (read: her mother) sixteen ridiculous dollars. It was from Dollywood and the thought of it still makes me smile. In fact, the thought of her makes me smile (and tear up all at the same time.)

*photo not taken with new camera

8.02.2010

grapes a go go

I have a confession. I feel like a bad mother even uttering the words. I feel like a culinary failure. I feel like I am failing my children in being their personal nutritionist.

My boy will not eat fruit.

Oh, the horror. Shocking, I know. Okay, he eats every vegetable that I put on his green plastic plate, so long as its properly seasoned and cooked to tender perfection... which is always, duh. He gets down with the ever so occasional banana and I feel like I've won a war. I know he's a healthy baby, have you seen him? My phone line is already busy with recruiters scouting him for linebacker. Seriously, he's a big kid. A large individual. A (very) healthy baby. But, no fruit? Come on. Fruit was my reliable snack when Reed was this age. But Beckett? Hell to the NO. I am ashamed to say it but I have even tried peeling his grapes. That is shameful mothering, that is performing a service that I have guffawed about in the past. "What? That mama did what for twenty minutes before she served her baby a bowl of grapes? Is she insane or just miserably bored?" The child still spit out his perfectly peeled grape. So, I resorted to feeding him his fruit serving in smoothie form, which he slurped up every time. I felt a small sense of accomplishment but still felt like I was masking something that was better left untampered and NOT teaching him to appreciate the taste and texture of a peak-season strawberry and therefore sentencing my son to a life of unhealthy habits and culinary pickiness, which would send me reeling.

When Reed began her exploration of table foods two years ago, I decided I was not a short order cook. Yes, I love to cook but no, I will not make four entrees for four people. I really believe it is the only option if you want to avoid raising a child who eats chicken nuggets, and little else. If you don't like tomatoes and I make slow roasted tomatoes, you can eat the fish and salad instead. But, I assure you - I will keep bringing tomatoes to the table and one day, maybe you're incredibly famished, or maybe you missed your nap and are a little delusional, or maybe you're just feeling all kinds of open-minded and maybe you'll try one and maybe, just maybe, you'll like it. And eat another. But, if I give up and never serve tomatoes, you would never have that opportunity. And, I feel that is a great disservice to our children. Here's the deal, eat what I serve or, well, I suppose that's kind of the only option. Ick, sounds meaner in writing than it does at the dinner table. Promise. I just can't stomach the thought of sending a picky eater (read: unhealthy eater) out into the world. There are already enough of them.

People are amazed when they see my children's diets. They eat far better and much more varied than most adults and I am proud of that. Or, Errrr, I was. Until Beckett decided he was a member of the anti-fruit committee and rejected every piece of fruit ever. While my other child could survive on fruit alone. So we continued with the smoothies. I made lunches and put sliced nectarines on Reed's plate and one (always at least one, in hopes) on Beckett's. Then I read this post, from an uber cool mama. Ummm, yeah... her baby is stealing her fruit specific produce. Thieving! Hijacking! Forget the peeling and the chopping and the blending and the plating and the serving, he's tearing at the grocery bags seconds after his mama returns from the store, bypassing chips I'm sure, and gnawing happily (and cutely) on a peach. Oh, the jealousy turned me all kinds of red.

And then today,
without any prodding
or other adult coaxing, prompting or intervention of any kind
his sister gave him half her grapes
and I walked away to find a sponge to clean up the grapes he would spit out or smash or throw.
Except, today was different.
Today was that day.

I came back to this...




















and, when he was finished he held up the grapeless green stem and slurred, "awwwwwwll gaaaaaaahhhhn," and went on his way in search of more. I tried not to smother him with kisses and relief.

3.12.2010

i think the saying goes:

fool me once, shame on you.
fool me twice, shame on me.
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These are the results of the following equation.
5 minutes alone +
1 tub of Vaseline =
2 very slimy babes

Almost everyday I let them play together without a parent for about fifteen minutes. Before leaving them, I do a quick survey of the room. I always move the humidifiers, which have gotten dumped on two occasions. I check the room for scissors, lotion or other mess-making substances, plastic bags, open outlets, firearms and the like. With the survey complete, I can leave knowing that my babes will be safe. Hopefully, they will begin to learn how to solve problems without the constant accompaniment of a parent/mediator. Or, at least, that is my hope. On occasion, they simply learn how to give themselves a DIY deep conditioning treatment.

P.S. If you ever have the same problem: Baby Oil. After a quick google search, I learned that you can slather the Vaselined head with baby oil and then shampoo as normal. The hair might remain greasy for a day or two but the Vaseline will be gone. Like magic. See, aren't you glad I do this kind of research for you? You can thank me later.

3.11.2010

eye candy




Spring(like temperatures)and Beckett have met. They're becoming fast friends.

trust

You should be able to trust your spouse, rely on your spouse, count on your spouse. There are things in life that we simply can't weather all alone, that we can't see clearly. You should always, without fail, be able to count on one another, reciprocally, to complete tasks that seem impossible otherwise.




But sometimes, you're better off doing it yourself.

Sorry, babe. It will grow back. Promise!

3.03.2010

rough day



This is what you get around here if you're having a bad day. A homemade card and cookies. Warm chocolate chip cookies have a way of comforting the soul. They're medicinal, I've heard (from myself). The daddy of the house has had a nasty few days so we tried to make him smile with some cookies and cards. I think we made some serious progress. At least the two dozen missing cookies tell me so.