Saturday, January 14, 2012

Delicious Soup


Delicious Soup

1 tbs olive oil
1 clove garlic, minced
l small onion, chopped
2 carrots, grated or chopped
2 celery stalks, chopped
1 - 2 tsp cumin, to taste
3 - 4 cups water and appropriate amount of bullion, or stock
1/4 cup split red lentils (more if you want a thicker soup), rinsed
1/2 cup cooked rice

Optional protein of your choice, such as: shrimp, fish, chicken, sausage, tofu, egg...

Heat the oil in a medium pot over medium high heat.  Add the garlic and onion and saute until the onion is starting to become translucent.  Add the carrot and celery and saute for another 3 - 5 minutes.  Add the cumin and stir to combine.  Add the water and bullion or stock and the split red lentils.  Bring to a boil, lower to simmer and cook for 20 minutes.  Add the cooked rice during the last minute.

Depending on the nature (raw, cooked?) of your optional protein - add or precook it accordingly.  If you have leftover meat or fish this soup is begging for it.  We add raw egg to soup a lot - it will cook up in the last minute if you stir it around.  For this amount of soup, 1 or 2 eggs would be fine - too much egg-to-soup results in thick wet custard - not delicious.  Alternate or additional veggie could include broccoli, sweet potato, spinach, cabbage, mushrooms...  In lieu of rice, other grain additions could include a small handful of quinoa, barley, or Israeli couscous.  Depending on the grain, you could use it raw and add along with the liquid (quinoa or couscous, for example, would cook within 20 minutes).

It's extra delicious topped with sour cream or plain yogurt, grated cheese, fresh herbs, a squeeze of lemon or lime, hot sauce or anything else you like.

3 - 4 servings

As I wrote out this recipe I thought Mark Bittman, in particular his article, "Chop, Fry, Boil: Eating for One, or 6 Billion."  Worth a read or reread.  The idea of getting into a groove of cooking without a recipe per se, instead to your own particular tastes with simple ingredients is very compelling to me.
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M's menu today consisted of a bowl of cereal and strawberries for breakfast, a day old pancake (buttered and syrup-ed) and peanut butter crackers for snack, pizza (mostly bites of the crust) and a few antipasto bits for lunch, a chocolate croissant and "coffee" (a big cup of warm milk with a little decaf cappuccino foam) and a scrambled egg with spinach for afternoon snack.... Needless to say, by dinner some veggies and a non-carb laden offering was in order.  This soup hit the spot.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

There are 854 results for books about "toddler sleep" on Amazon.com

I've read a few of them.

This.  This is the jackpot of toddler parenting
We joke that girl is a natural born sleep fighter.  But last night was the second in a row where she fell asleep half way through Amos & Boris... at 7:30pm.  Before you run out and buy a copy of Amos & Boris for every insomniac/ parent - the stupid science of this sweet gift occurs when she skips her nap.  I'm guessing we are in the netherland zone which will eventually result in no nap - as it stands now the nap happens about 50% of the time.  The great inconvenient truth is that kids basically sleep when they are tired.  Of course, it's our job to present a predictable schedule and encourage sleep at the right times.   But so far I've had little luck forcing this small person to do anything.  Not to say I haven't been known to utter through clenched teeth, "please close your eyes and close your mouth", as 9 pm rolls around and I'm being serenaded with mashups of Old MacDon (sic), the preschool goodbye song and Skinnamarink...

Amos & Boris happens to be a pretty awesome book - it's about a journey, a friendship and about how having an open heart can change, maybe even save, your life.  It's sweet.  According to The New York Times Book Review -- "The book is funny and earnest, pellucid and profound."

Sunday, January 8, 2012

New Year

M's imaginary life is in full swing.  Popular alter egos include a baby called Archie, a girl named Macarona or Sally, the virgin Mary, a frog... among others.  Phone conversations with Mickey and Elmo are de rigueur.  It's incredibly entertaining.  We like it too.

Some pictures from the end of 2011...


camera thief

there are so many of these "stollen" pictures

Christmas

Christmas break - we need to get out of the apartment...

... 7:15pm train to Washington DC




The National Gallery

Love

showing monkey

back home - New Year's Eve

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

'Tis the Season

As the end of the year looms large (shockingly only 11 days to go according to the lights in Time Square this morning), it's natural for some introspection and a mixture of the opposing urges to motivate and hibernate to take hold.  It's just regular old time, but these ends and beginnings become so full - (I was going to add "of meaning" but it's that and more).  A welcome attraction/distraction has been M's rapt obsession with Christmas.  It's pretty awesome to follow her lead in the holiday cheer department.  As I think I've covered here in the past, a strong vein of skepticism ran through me as a child so I sort of feel like I've got Santa-mania for the first time.  I like it.  And the reindeers!!!  and Frosty!!! We are still ironing out some details, for example - "Happy Birthday, Santa!" - gets thrown around, especially when there is a party to attend.  In fairness, I can see how baby Jesus would come across as a minor player as he's not depicted in blow-up form on every street corner, a work in progress...

A current favorite book is, "Llama, Llama, Holiday Drama".  And some recent randomness...




Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Happy Birthday!

Our chicken is 2 years old today.  To celebrate, I took her to Coney Island to see the sights!  She loved the subway ride, the aquarium and the boardwalk.  A perfect day.  She's become quite the present unwrapper, exclaiming, "oh my goodness" as she pulls the paper off.  Some pictures from the day...

headdress is for her obsession with white peacocks


picking up imaginary froggies

coffee run

Elmo came with us

yeah, subway!


once she spotted the sand it was impossible to keep dress and shoes on


awesome

unicorn love in the kitschy boardwalk store

she has never had a lollipop but this one was speaking to her, clearly

kitschy store inspection

why didn't I buy this?

two!
may all your wishes come true, my sweet and sassy girl!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Oh, S#*t!

the accessory is NOT an everyday item
Anyone who has talked with me lately might it find hard to believe, but I do have some awareness that discussing poop isn't nearly as interesting to most people as it is to M and me (exceptions would be other parents of toddlers and toddlers themselves).  So I will have to come up with another topic for this post.  Meaning.  Meaning?

On Monday, my wallet was stollen from our stroller bag while M and I were playing with friends by the Central Park Lake.  Total freaking bummer.  After canceling my credit/debit cards I spent Tuesday at the DMV getting a new driver's license and later at the Central Park Precinct filing a police report (notably, not a short process).

Earlier today, I got a call from a woman who had found my wallet under a tree while geo-caching in the park!  A quick trip up to 84th Street and wallet and I were reunited.  Aside from having been freed of cash (imagine that) and a little damp, it was otherwise exactly as I had last seen it. Knowing that geo-caching lady had had to sort through the expressive disorder that is the contents of my wallet to find my phone number on a camera repair slip was a little embarrassing, but hey, what are you going to do.

Intermission - just got an email from Barack Obama, subject line: "Frustrated".  I hear you, Mr. President.

When the wallet was stollen, I found myself wondering was there some lesson to be learned (deeper than don't leave your stuff waving in the breeze, stupid).  Wondering if things happen randomly or for a reason... is every step of our life predetermined or wide open?  Boomerang-y thoughts aside, by the time geo-caching lady called me, I had basically moved on.  Gratitude notwithstanding, the return of the wallet and its now inert contents is somehow just as existentially flummoxing as having had it taken in the first place.

P.S. I am still trying to find meaning in the loss of my iPhone.  Maybe when the new one is released the universe will reveal itself.

P.P.S. As I am rereading, I find it amusing to think that I have a greater audience in mind for this blog.  Maybe I should have just done the poop post...

Life, These Days











Friday, August 12, 2011

Update

Lots of pictures today.  For some reason not all are loading so there will be another random batch shortly...  

Happy potty-ing has turned into a full fledged anti-diaper movement (and beyond).  Last night before bed she stated, "no diaper, underwear".  I obliged, in the name of honoring her little self.  To my great surprise (haha), wet baby came crying around 1am.  At that point she accepted a diaper and peace was restored.  While I've got a whole quick change system for her bed (make it twice with waterproof pads beneath each layer) it's kind of ridiculous to deal with this given she is only 23 months old and very possibly physiologically unable to "hold it" all night.  In anticipation of diaper hate part II, I was brainstorming about some kind of special "nighttime underwear" I could buy or make which would appear to be underwear but would offer similar protection as a diaper (the accompanying sales pitch would make this a home run).  I wasn't going to give up so easily though.  So tonight I blabbed on and on about how great she's doing with her no diapers during the day and eventually we'd do no diapers at night too, but this would come later, etc. etc. Imagine my delight when she easily accepted a diaper....  only to have it demanded off within 10 minutes.  Again, in the name of honoring her little self I accepted this and went for the underwear...  turns out, kid doesn't want that either.  Yes, we've got an extremist on our hands.  Seasonally speaking, this couldn't have come at a better time.  But from an adult perceptive it's one of those moments when I feel like I am taking care of a drunk person 24/7 - totally irrational and unpredictable but so goofy and fun to be around (luckily without the depressing bits).

Stay tuned for pictures of the new hair (hers).  I don't know this guy personally but his post about his kid's haircut is hilarious.  Let's just say, hair bows will be optional going forward (it's great, don't worry).



Cape May Zoo

possibly one of the last self portraits... something "happened" to the camera lens, not sure if we can afford to support our little Cindy's habit going forward


best swing ever

froggies

this reminds me of a picture of my grandfather that had been inscribed with the caption, "mesmerizer"



weird weather induced fog on lens effect


origami bird soup

first night with new pair of shoes