Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Clandestine Vegetable Ops

Okay, I was completely derailed by the discovery of Homeland.  I don't...I can't...I just...


Why didn't you tell me it was the most important television development since Friday Night Lights?

On a particularly hot afternoon a few days ago I thought I would give the first episode a whirl.
The next thing I knew I was glued to the couch imagining myself as a CIA operative.  Did you know you can apply to be a Clandestine Operations Officer?  I don't know what that is, but I was fairly certain for most of Wednesday that I would be really good at it.

Coach disagreed.

"Oh please.  I would be awesome at anything with clandestine in the title.  I had the kids convinced we were going to learn pottery from a Native American when we were, in fact, going zip-lining.  I am nothing if not clandestine." I said.

"Maybe," he said, "but you wouldn't be caught dead in cargo pants."

And as quickly as it came, my fleeting career in the CIA was over.  Because he is right- I'm not wearing anything deemed cargo or utility.

It's summer so the living is definitely easier around here.  I've been cooking, playing with the dogs, and gardening.  I've also been trying to find new and exciting ways to prepare zucchini.  We have two zucchini plants, and I've harvested well over 30 pounds of zucchini.

So to drive home the clandestine point with Coach I decided to make a zucchini recipe and try to pass it off to the kids as tater tots.  I call them Zucchini Tots.

You can find the recipe here.

I'll have you know the Operation Zucchini Freedom was a success.

Coach, as I've mentioned before, has become a Crossfitter.  And with that comes an obsession with Paleo Diets.  We've discussed it before.

Things amped up a bit when this showed up at our house:

Paleo Comfort Foods by Julie & Charles Mayfield

Now, I'm always skeptical of Paleo foods because, well, CARBS, but the more I read the more I understand that the key to a long life free of chronic disease may require that we back away from the carb buffet.

So.  I agreed to Paleo 80% of the time.  The other 20% can include carbs and what have you, but our commitment to locally sourced meats and vegetables is 100% in the Momsense kitchen.

Anyway, if you find yourself trying to clean things up while simultaneously missing fried chicken, then this is your book.

Now, I'm not a religious recipe follower.  I change ingredients, add ingredients, and so on.  But I always find a cookbook is a great place to start and get inspiration.  So here are a few of my other favorites.

Off the Eaten Path and Second Helpings by Morgan Murphy

Okay.  THESE.  Oh the recipes.  This is what happens when Southern Living and Morgan Murphy get together for food-loving.  He travels all over the South and eats in local eateries.  Then he coaxes the owners to give up a couple of trademark recipes.

This is the book you want when you are going to a potluck.  Trust me.

Now, these recipes are decidedly not Paleo, but they will get the job done for the other 20%.  If I'm going off the rails and eating carbs, then I'm going to do it with something in one of these books.

Ina Garten's Foolproof

You can't beat Ina Garten.  She's good about using high-quality produce and meats.  She does enjoy a carb or two, but her chicken recipes are out of this world and I've found ways to make them Paleo-esque.

And they are foolproof.  You really can't go wrong here.

Farm Fresh Southern Cooking by Tammy Algood

A year ago Rutabagas and Chard were not in our wheelhouse.  This book helped me learn how to cook vegetables in a way that most of our family will eat them.  (We still have one who rejects vegetables on principle.)

Because of this book my family now eats goat cheese, brussels sprouts, and kale.  So, mission accomplished here.  

Virginia Willis makes elegant comfort food using ingredients that we have in our backyard.  This is a Southern book written by a classically trained French chef.  The food is out of this world.  Many recipes are Paleo-friendly, and many more can be made so with a few minor alterations.  And of course, if you don't care anything about Paleo and you just want good food- this is your book.  It is one of my all-time favorites.

I've got to run and work on my tomatoes. I've got 16 heirloom varieties growing out back and I'm sure there will be pounds of zucchini just waiting to be picked.

See y'all!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

10 Favorite Fiction Reads: Summer 2013

So I got sidetracked by an impromptu bathroom makeover and a maiden voyage into Hot Yoga.

Y'all.  Y'ALL.

There was a Groupon for $39 and a rumor that Kimberly Williams-Paisley and Nicole Kidman were regulars at this particular studio.  My experience so far has proven that to be untrue.  However, there are a lot of mommas and a youngish man with a flowing head of hair and a penchant for practicing yoga in a speedo.  So, basically the same thing except not really at all.

Anyway, my duties as a taxi driver, food preparer, and yogi and a general attitude of laziness have kept me from getting this post finished.  But I've been reading.  Oh, have I been reading.

Today I have a list of fiction titles that I plan on reading in the next couple of weeks.  Tomorrow I'm going to post some recipes and snack foods that we've been living on since summer break started.  We're in beast mode here in the kitchen.  Lean and clean because in the words of Kaci, my yoga instructor, "a tight body is a light body."

1. Calling Me Home by Julie Kibler

I am reading this one right now.  It's been compared to The Help and To Kill a Mockingbird.  It was highly recommended by Jen Lancaster over on her blog.  I haven't finished yet, but I agree so far with her assessment.  The story is told from two different points of view.  It also alternates between present day and 1938.  The story is always in the contrast isn't it?  

Amazon says it is "a soaring debut interweaving the story of a heartbreaking, forbidden love in 1930's Kentucky with an unlikely modern-day friendship."

Do novels about cooking make you want to cook?  Remember when Julie and Julia came out in theaters?  Coach still doesn't like to talk about it, but suffice it to say we ended up with a copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking and a string of less-than-stellar forays into the world of Julia Child.

Here's hoping this book doesn't spark some sort of cooking frenzy.  But don't you just love a story that involves love AND food?  It sounds like a season of Cheers.  Except dignified.  And without beer.  Or Norm.  So, really not at all like Cheers.  

So, basically there's a restaurant, a restaurant owner, a group of regulars whose lives mix together to create a symphony of drama and food.  

Who can't get onboard with that?

I finished this one a couple of weeks ago.  If you haven't read Firefly Lane, you must do that before you read Fly Away.  

Fly Away is a sequel.  So.  

If you have already read Firefly Lane, then I don't need to tell you how good this is.  TullyandKate.  You know what that means.  Kristin Hannah does for the Northwest what Dorothea Benton Frank has done for the Low Country.  

It starts:
"Once, a long time ago, I walked down a night-darkened road called Firefly Lane, all alone, on the worst night of my life, and I found a kindred spirit. That was our beginning. More than thirty years ago. TullyandKate. You and me against the world. Best friends forever. But stories end, don’t they? You lose the people you love and you have to find a way to go on. . . ."

And listen.  It doesn't disappoint.  

The cover says "fans of Jennifer Weiner and Emily Giffin will strongly appreciate this rising star in women's fiction."  I think "strongly appreciate" is an oddly-worded phrase for a book cover, but I do love both Jennifer Weiner and Emily Giffin.  

from Amazon:
"An all-expense-paid week at a luxury villa in Jamaica—it’s the invitation of a lifetime for a group of old college friends. All four women are desperate not just for a reunion, but for an escape: Tina is drowning under the demands of mothering four young children. Allie is shattered by the news that a genetic illness runs in her family. Savannah is carrying the secret of her husband’s infidelity. And, finally, there’s Pauline, who spares no expense to throw her wealthy husband an unforgettable thirty-fifth birthday celebration, hoping it will gloss over the cracks already splitting apart their new marriage.

Languid hours on a private beach, gourmet dinners, and late nights of drinking kick off an idyllic week for the women and their husbands. But as a powerful hurricane bears down on the island, turmoil swirls inside the villa, forcing each of the women to reevaluate everything she knows about her friends—and herself."

Jamaica...old college friends...reunions...escapes...languid hours on a private beach...  What's not to like?  I feel like I might spend a few languid hours at a noisy neighborhood pool reading this one.

Another book about food and relationships.  Y'all, I swear I will not put weight on this summer.  If. It. Kills. Me.  But I am going to read about other people's culinary conflicts with wild abandon.

This one is about "friendship, fine dining, and learning life doesn't always turn out quite how we expect it to."

Yeah, no kidding.  If things turned out the way we expected them to I'd be living in the Blue Ridge Mountains practicing pediatric medicine while raising my blond twins.  

So far my experience has been that reality is usually so much better than expectation, so I feel like this will be an uplifting novel.

Okay, I don't even know how I heard about this one.  Southern Living maybe?  Or maybe People?  I'm very sophisticated in my periodical subscriptions.

All I know is there is a salt farm and a family's secrets and betrayals.  I feel like I can't really lose with this one.  And a friend told me one of the characters could be me.  She wouldn't tell me which one, so now I have to read it for obvious reasons. 

It's like when we took the girls to see Gone With the Wind and I was assuming the entire time that they would say that Melanie reminded them of me.  Instead they said that I acted just like Mammy.  Coach's response was that it could be worse, they could have said I was most like Scarlett.

Clearly, no one in my family understands Gone With the Wind or me. 

Can you really go wrong with a book that has a yellow dress on the cover?  I really don't think you can.  

Here's what I know.  There's a grandmother, vintage couture, and it takes place in North Carolina.  Seriously.  I don't think you can go wrong with this one.  Oh, and I'm pretty sure there will be some sort of romantic plot as well.

Hello, swimming pool?  I'm heading your way with a loaded Nook and a big floppy hat.

I have loved her since the Shopaholic novels.  Her stories are fun and the British turns of phrase make me smile.  British and Southerners are really the only two groups of people that are asked to talk on command just so others can hear the accent.  I wonder how Siri handles British accents because the Good Lord knows she doesn't understand Southern.  That's another day though.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say there is a wedding somewhere in this story.  Actually, from what I've read about the book the protagonist's boyfriend doesn't propose as quickly as she likes, but an old friend does.  Apparently she and said friend made a pact that they would marry if they were still single at 30.  They are 30 and very much unmarried.  So....

I feel like this will get complicated.  I also feel like I know exactly how it will end.  But I will love it anyway because of all the Brits and love and stuff.

I just realized that this is the third novel that includes eating in the title.  Have I told you all that I've given up carbs for the month of June?  The Lenten season was really stressful at our house and I didn't participate.  I'm making up for it now.  And, well, cellulite is a never-ending battle.  

So, while I'm not actually eating cupcakes and other food items right now, I have absolutely no problem reading about them.  

And yes, I realize I am probably the only person that hasn't read this novel.  I'm getting to it.  Sometimes it takes me a long time to board the train.

 Amazon says:

"The Victorian language of flowers was used to convey romantic expressions: honeysuckle for devotion, asters for patience, and red roses for love. But for Victoria Jones, it’s been more useful in communicating mistrust and solitude. After a childhood spent in the foster-care system, she is unable to get close to anybody, and her only connection to the world is through flowers and their meanings. Now eighteen and emancipated from the system with nowhere to go, Victoria realizes she has a gift for helping others through the flowers she chooses for them. But an unexpected encounter with a mysterious stranger has her questioning what’s been missing in her life. And when she’s forced to confront a painful secret from her past, she must decide whether it’s worth risking everything for a second chance at happiness."

I'll be back tomorrow with regular Momsense and some recipes.  

See Y'all!

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Giant fungi, Camping at Las Trampas, and Sugar Hamburgers

I'm going to let you all in on a little secret.  Where can you go camping in New Mexico and have it feel like Washington state?

Give up?

How about the Trampas campground, south of Taos and north of Santa Fe, in Carson National Forest?  It's not big, and it's definitely a little short on amenities (only two spots had picnic tables; there's no trash cans, though there is an outhouse), but the stream and woods and general greenery are such a respite from the deserts that normally surround us here.

In the stream area there were both giant fungi and ferns; there were columbine flowers and bluebells and trout. 

Quartz with giant fungus

It probably helped that it was raining; thankfully, the rain (and hail) let up right as we arrived.  When it started getting warm the next day, wading in the cool stream and just relaxing in the shade were fun for everyone.

I only have one funny quote for you this time:

Onyx: I love hamburgers more than sugar!

Monday, June 3, 2013

Summer Fun Reading: Part 1

Well, we've made it to summer.

We are officially liberated from uniforms, homework, and alarm clocks at our house.

So it's time for the annual summer reading list.

I don't plan to read another thing about healthcare, the IRS, Libya, Angelina Jolie's mastectomy, or Romeo & Juliet - they are dead to me.  (Sorry, teacher humor.)

I'm taking a break from all of it for a few weeks, so the world is just going to have to simmer down for a bit.

I do, however, have a long list of books I'm planning to read this summer and I plan to do most of that reading in a float in the pool or in a chair on my deck.

There are several. SEVERAL. So how about we just start with some non-fiction?

And Lordy there are some good ones.

1. A Little Salty to Cut the Sweet by Sophie Hudson

So, this one comes out today.  I've read Boo Mama, Sophie's blog, for a few years.  I've never met her in real life, but she gave me traffic information via Twitter once.  

Do you ever wonder about what the internet has done to your social skills?  I feel certain that I'd probably assume a level of familiarity with her that would be unhealthy and most likely terrifying because many of her stories sound so much like mine. Which is why I am planning to take my girl and sit at the pool all day today so that I can read it from cover to cover.

Anyway- I can promise you it will be worth every penny.  You can check out the book trailer, her blog, and all sorts of other things here:  Boo Mama

2.  The Tao of Martha by Jen Lancaster

Okay, so this one also comes out today as well.  As someone who spent so many years trying to emulate Martha Stewart, I feel like this will be sweet revenge for all of us who developed deep homemaking angst via Martha Stewart...or Pinterest.  I've read every word she's written for publication and her memoirs are always hilarious.  Always.

What Jen Lancaster isn't able to undo for us, Vicki certainly will.  As someone who has enjoyed a lifetime of fairytales and chick flicks it's necessary to read truth about life with people.  

It's hard.  Even when we're doing it right, or as right as we can.  I've always appreciated and loved Vicki's biblical and relatable way of writing.  

Since I end up in the emergency room more often than the spa, this book will probably be surgically attached to me the next time I'm in for stitches or a tetanus shot.  

Think I'm kidding?  Just last week I stepped on a roofing nail.  And I significantly bruised my knees and pride when a mole leapt out of a hole onto my foot causing me to trip over the garden hose and fall off of a landscaping timber.  (And yes, moles will leap out of the ground if you are watering and inadvertently fill their mole hole with water.)  

That was Thursday.

Anyway.  Let's move on.

Listen.  I'm not going to lie- the kids have instituted a tax on my swearing.  There is a jar- a Swear Jar.  They are planning a cruise with the profits.  It's not terrible- just an occasional "hell" or "d$#@" and maybe an "a@$."  But as Coach says regularly- I'm better than that.

I'm also in debt to the swear jar.  But I'm stopping cold turkey because nobody likes a potty mouth.  Unless it's Laurie Notaro.  I got kicked out of the bedroom when I read her last book because I laughed and woke up Coach.  

I'm serious.  Laurie Notaro is not.  And this time she's tackling Pinterest, tattoos, and craft-supply hoarding.  Her essay on Ambien is what got me tossed from the bedroom.  How's that for irony?  You'll laugh.  I promise.  

Just don't start swearing or the Momsense Police will show up with a Mason jar.

If you've never had a Mennonite cause you hysterical laughter Rhoda Janzen is your girl.  I loved Mennonite in a Little Black Dress but I'm Baptist- we're notoriously droll so maybe you won't appreciate it as much.  There's no way to know.    

It's not new; I just missed the launch because I was knee deep in teaching 15-year-olds to appreciate The Odyssey.  There isn't much time for leisure reading. 

The Amazon review begins, "When this overeducated professor starts dating the most unlikely of men - a weight-liftin', church-goin', truck-drivin' rocker named Mitch - she begins a surprising journey to faith and love."

They had me at "weight-liftin', church-goin', truck-drivin' rocker named Mitch" because HELLO - I met a weight-lifting, church-going, truck-driving Coach named Coach and also began a surprising journey.  So- I think we all know why I am going to love this.

But, for the rest of you- she's funny too.  And I want to write like her someday when I'm all grown-up and eloquent.

I've got a bunch more.  I've broken them into categories.  I'm in the middle of a fabulous novel right now, so I'll give you a few of the novels I've planned on reading on Wednesday.  And Friday, oh Friday- I'll be listing all my favorite chick-lit authors that are perfect for a beach trip. 

Until then I'm going to try to avoid the Swear Jar and the ER.

See Y'all!