Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts

08 April 2009

Sow what?

Well, I may not be able to sew, but we can try our hand at sowing. Last night Andrew transferred some carefully selected seeds into a seed starter "greenhouse" (basically a divided plastic tray with a cover). Some of these seedlings should start to sprout in as little as one week! Then they will be transferred into peat pots that can later be planted directly into the soil. I am becoming more and more convinced that there will be no room to sit on our porch this summer.


Here's what we got cooking:

Black from Tula Tomato

Sweet Pea Currant Tomato

Brown Berry Tomato

Beam's Yellow Pear Tomato

Greek Oregano

Purple de Milpa Tomatillo

Basil-Genovese


Wapsipinicon Peach Tomato

Miniature Chocolate Bell Pepper

Cilantro

30 January 2009

Super Snacks

If you know Andrew and me, you know we are not sports fans. While I try to know enough to at least be conversant, I rarely follow a team (or a sport for that matter) much beyond the latest headlines and controversies. This indeed has its benefits. We watch less TV and our emotional well-being is never tied to a scoreboard. The downsides? Well, for starters, Andrew has earned the nickname "Sporty" and he recently confessed to me that he'd be interested in having a Cubs hat but is afraid that it might invite conversation about baseball. For Andrew, that's pretty much social suicide. I, however, being a woman, pretty much get off the hook. Fair or not, it's true.

In any case, what we can contribute to the wide world of sports is food. It has been an unofficial (and not quite consistent) tradition that Andrew makes guacamole for Super Bowl Sunday. I've been a faithful fan of his combination of avocados, cilantro, tomato, garlic, lime, jalapeno and onion (?) for quite some time. The only thing that has been left to modification over the years has been the quantity. One year we ended up with not just a bowl of guacamole, but a 9x13 pan of it!

Enjoy your traditions this weekend. And if anyone knows how to deflect questions about baseball stats and subtly turn to exchanging tips about sports snacks, let us know. Or if you've seen a cap with an avocado on it...

15 January 2009

S.H.A.

I am not Swedish, and I am really ok with that. I am. I promise. But you can't grow up in a Covenant church, attend North Park and have some fabulous friends and family of Scandinavian descent without brushing up against some of the finer features of Swedish culture. Take korv, for instance. We wouldn't have braved those drippy meat juices (I think there are still some remnants on Andrew's shoe) had it not been for our dear friends' gentle coaxing into the world of homemade potato sausage. We're still enjoying it (and probably will through the Spring). So, in the spirit of Swedish Heritage Appreciation, I thought I would convey to you the pleasure I take in a much loved item of Swedish persuasion that I inherited from none other than TK's mom.


I'm not sure what the whole back story is on these, and I can't remember the specific reason why she relinquished them to me, but I'll take them, real wooden soles and all. Whenever I wear them, I'm reminded of the great land of Sweden (and the 70s) and the many traditions it has birthed. And I will admit, I am the better for it.

02 December 2008

Crikey!

Like the new movie, Australia (more on that later), I think our Thanksgiving had it all: fantastic company, plentiful food and drink, good conversation, relaxation, thankful hearts, and the space to know and appreciate those around us. Mom and Dad Daigle drove in from Connecticut and it provided a wonderful opportunity to share our Chicago lives with those closest to us. Isn't it interesting how out of town guests give you new eyes in which to view old and familiar surroundings? Suddenly, our apartment and neighborhood evolved from a place to live into a place to explore. We showed off our Lincoln Square favorites, visited the Field Museum and sampled some of Chicago's varied cuisine.

And, yes... we saw Australia.



The movie, like our Thanksgiving, really did have it all: action, adventure, romance, you laughed, you cried, you get the picture. (And you won't be disappointed.)

All in all, it was a time to indeed be grateful... for dear family, for God's provision, for our city's endless entertainment and for the chance to pause to give thanks. Many thanks to you, Mom and Dad, for your generosity, curiosity and graciousness in spending a Thanksgiving in Chicago. We are truly grateful.

20 November 2008

Meat in a Tube

Last Saturday evening we participated in our first annual Sausage Fest, that is, a collaborative effort with friends to crank out approximately 50 POUNDS of potatis korv (potato sausage). That's right, 50 pounds (although it's still a toss up as to whether there was more sausage or bad jokes). This extremely entertaining and messy endeavor was hosted by our dear friends, Barbara and Nathan, and not only did they sacrifice their time, energy and equipment to get everything prepared, but also... their kitchen. Sausage making is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who cringe at the sight of dribblings on their stove... or floor... or cabinets. Barbara and Nathan had split up the grocery list and we each brought our allotted ingredients, and after all was said and done, we all had more than several pounds of sausage to bring home. Last night, Andrew and I cooked up our first few links, accompanied by horseradish garlic mashed potatoes, and I realized that we had been initiated into a tradition much cherished by our Swedish friends. And it was delicious.





*Photos and statistics courtesy of Barbara and Nathan.

22 September 2008

A Weekend of Plenty

In these times of economic uncertainty, it is good to pause and give thanks. While there are times when we enact some creative financial strategies (read: "borrow" from our meager savings) to carry us through to the next paycheck, Andrew and I do not want for anything. If there is any reason we would like to make some more moola, it would be to become more generous stewards, to extend the reaches of our hospitality, always ready and equipped to help. But, of course, the lesson here is to be good stewards of what we already have. Ah yes... we are learning. In any case, this weekend was a reminder of provision, of the harvest. We are coming to a close of the CSA season with just a few weeks left of organic deliveries. I will miss the anticipation of discovering our bounty and the cooking possibilities that ensued. Pictured below is what we received yesterday: delicata squash, swiss chard, tomatoes, peppers, arugula, basil, sage and endive frisee. Pretty, huh?




Our weekend also brought us to All Season Orchard for apple picking in celebration of Alli's birthday. The amusing irony in this trip is we had to walk through the annual Lincoln Square Apple Festival outside our door to drive out to Woodstock, Illinois to pick our own fruit (not to mention the fact that I hail from Londonderry, NH, home to 5 apple orchards)! But, as I've said before, any chance to venture outside the city and breathe some fresh air is a welcomed event. And so, our weekend of plenty was increased by a 1/4 bushel of apples (Gala, Senshu and Cortland), and even more importantly, by good friends, generosity, laughter... and juggling.




14 August 2008

Update: Tomatoes

Oh if you could only have seen Andrew's face this morning as he picked three bloom-rot free tomatoes with clean, shiny bottoms and displayed them on our windowsill. They will have a very short shelf life; indeed, they are probably being diced and spliced as we speak. Yummy.


31 July 2008

The Romance of Maple Syrup

Part I: The Romance of Maple Syrup
Manna for the Pioneers
"Captain Charles Sias looked anxiously at the March sun now nearing the horizon. He judged it should be no more than two miles to the new cabin, but after unloading the sled he and his two friends would have to cover the eight miles back to Peacham before dark. The three men hurried as fast as they could on their snowshoes as they made their way through the deep drifts of the trackless forest. Each bent forward slightly as he pulled on the rope which tugged the sled loaded with seven Sias children and provisions. Veering right or left to ease the sled around prickly brush and trees, the men watched constantly for the gashes the captain had made previously on the east side of each tenth tree to mark the way." And thus begins Part I of The Vermont Maple Syrup Cook Book.


Knowing my New England roots, my coworker and friend, Christine, bought this book for me at the Glenview Public Library (they have a great selection of used books for sale). While it's not exactly an antique (copyright 1966 and 1974), it has some old-fashioned and flowery language that aptly transforms a mere cook book into a romance story. The story goes on to reveal how maple syrup rescued the early settlers of Danville, VT in 1784. "History does not record how many times maple syrup saved the early Vermonters from starvation but The Vermont Historical Gazeteer, published in 1867, stated that 'in 1789 sufferings of the time were severe and maple sugar formed the chief article of food. Like the manna of the ancient Hebrews, it was really a providence in the time of hunger and famine. No doubt, those stern old fathers blessed the forest trees that gave them food and life.'"

The book is endearing from its pencil sketch drawings to its last due-date stamp (September 17, 1981) to its heartfelt disclaimer that Vermont has no monopoly on maple trees (which, as a New Hampshirite, I appreciated). The author is clearly enamored with maple syrup. And when reading, it's hard not to feel drawn to the old sugarhouses and maple tree forests littered with taps and pails. I suppose therein lies the romance of maple syrup.

A few recipes:

Rice Pudding
2 cups cooked rice
1 1/3 cups milk
1/2 cup Pure Vermont Maple Syrup
1/8 tsp. salt
1 tsp. vanilla
2 eggs
1/3 cup raisins
1 tsp. lemon juice
1 cup bread crumbs

Drain rice well. Beat together milk, Maple Syrup, salt, butter, and eggs. Add vanilla. Mix this with the rice. Combine raisins and lemon juice, and add to the mixture. Grease baking dish and cover bottom with bread crumbs. Put the rice mixture over this and top with bread crumbs. Bake at 325 degrees until it is set. Serve hot or cold.

Rum Punch
2 oz. lemon juice
1 oz. Pure Vermont Maple Syrup
3 oz. rum
dash of grenadine

Shake well with ice. Pour into a tall glass filled with crushed ice. Decorate it with orange or lemon slices.


13 July 2008

Voila!

If you've been in our kitchen, then you know that counter space is at a premium. Given the situation, we've done pretty well (Thanksgiving has presented the most need for innovation in prepping, storing and serving space). Shortly after we moved in, Andrew developed plans for building a concrete counter-top table that would serve to almost double our counter space. After undergoing a position change at the Field Museum, a job change to Topiarius, a search for a work shop and a search for material funds, I'm proud to say that he has finished the table.


I am consistently impressed with anyone who can transform unfinished wooden boards into things as aesthetic and practical as beautiful tables, chairs, bookcases, frames... you name it. Regardless of the amount of time, space and money Andrew's endeavors may (or may not) take, I must always remember and be grateful for the fact that his hobbies tend to benefit the both of us (which is more than I can say for my dabbling in horse betting).



19 June 2008

Turnip Tales


This past week we received our second box of veggies from our CSA program, in which we discovered napa cabbage, kohlrabi, garlic scapes, purple-top turnips, head lettuce and baby beets. In order to dialogue about our experiences, our church has started a blog where we can reflect on our participation with Mike and Clare's Farm and Cedar Valley Sustainable Farm. The idea is to provide an opportunity to share thoughts, photos, recipes, triumphs and challenges. Check out the blog and my guest post for this week!

18 June 2008

Party!

On Saturday we had the pleasure of hosting a graduation party for our friend, Cristina. We have developed a close friendship with her over the years since she came to the US from Romania to start her undergraduate education at St. Anselm College in New Hampshire. Fortunately, when we moved to Chicago, so did she, and she has just completed her Masters in Social Service Administration from the University of Chicago. She is an inspiration to many and we are exceedingly proud of her. Congratulations, Cristina!







05 June 2008

Random Resources

Here are a few interesting websites I've happened upon.

eNature.com | An online field guide to over 5,500 species of everything from seashells to birds to wildflowers.

Earth911 | Wondering where to dispose of an old cell phone or fluorescent bulbs? Input your disposable and zip code here to find out the recycling or re-use location near you.

The Daily Dish by Andrew Sullivan
| For your political amusement and/or bemusement...

Supercook
| Input ingredient, get recipe.

World Ark | The magazine produced by Heifer International. I've received this publication at home for a few months now, and I'm impressed by its in-depth approach to various and complex issues.

28 May 2008

Old MacDonald...

...had a farm. And we went to see it. As I've mentioned before, our church is participating in a Community Supported Agriculture program, in which we partner with a local farm to support (and benefit from) their efforts at sustainable farming. This past weekend we had the opportunity to meet and visit with the people who will be growing and raising our food. Mike, of Mike and Clare's Farm, introduced us to the vegetables, and Jody and Beth, of Cedar Valley Sustainable Farm, acquainted us with the livestock. As we will be receiving our first box of veggies this coming Sunday, it was an opportune time to get the dish on all the farm happenings. It's amazing how seeing the way my food is grown has impacted my perspective on how and what I eat. I am not so sympathetic that I will abstain from eating the little chickies I had the pleasure of meeting, but it does make me feel good to know that they are being treated humanely and raised healthfully, and not just for their benefit, but for mine as well.

One of the things that impressed me the most was Jody and Beth's attitude toward partnering with other farms. When asked if they hoped to be completely sustainable at some point in the future, meaning that they would be completely self-sufficient, they answered no. Their desire, they explained, was to educate and work with other farmers to achieve greater advances in sustainable farming together. They can't (and would rather not) do it alone, and by sharing knowledge and resources, they (and others) will be able to expand their operations. Everyone wins. I appreciate this perspective, and, for me, it highlights the difference between sustainability and a monopolizing self-sufficiency.

Here are
some pictures of the farm. We'll keep you posted as we dive into the world of kale, cows and cabbage!




19 May 2008

Food for Thought

By Alfred Lubrano | The Philadelphia Inquirer

9:04 AM CDT, May 19, 2008

PHILADELPHIA - Some of the fattest people in America are among the poorest.

And with food prices rising, the problem is likely to get worse.

Tianna Gaines, who describes herself as impoverished and obese, knows this. At 5-foot-3 and 242 pounds, she lives on public assistance and eats junk food because it's cheap and more readily available in her neighborhood than carrots and apples.

Besides, said Gaines, 28, and a mother of three, "I don't have the money for Bally's fitness clubs. And I can't run here. They shoot you."

More poor people may suffer Gaines' fate, with the U.S. Department of Agriculture predicting food prices will be up 4.5 percent throughout the year, due to high fuel costs, weather problems, and the growing diversion of corn crops to make ethanol. Globally, prices will rise nearly 50 percent, according to the president's Council of Economic Advisers.

"The food crisis will make obesity and attendant diabetes even more rampant," said University of Washington epidemiologist Adam Drewnowski. "Fruits, vegetables and fish are becoming luxury goods completely out of reach of many people. Consumption of cheap food will only grow.

"Obesity is the toxic consequence of a failing economy."

While more people from every economic background are becoming obese around the world, the poor are still outpacing the better-off.

A recent U.S. Department of Health and Human Services study found that women in poverty were roughly 50 percent more likely to be obese than those with higher socioeconomic status.

In U.S. households making less than $15,000 a year, 31 percent of the women are obese, according to the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. In households with more than $50,000 annually, 17 percent are obese.

University of Pennsylvania epidemiologist Shiriki Kumanyika and other investigators found that poor 15-to-17-year-olds — black or white, male or female — were 50 percent more likely to carry excessive poundage than non-poor teens.

And a study by Drewnowski last year showed that obesity rates in poor Seattle neighborhoods were 600 percent greater than in rich areas.

Poor people frequently live in "food deserts" — neighborhoods with few supermarkets. They rely on corner stores and convenience marts for groceries, said Carey Morgan, director of the Greater Philadelphia Coalition Against Hunger.

These are great places to buy chips and soda, not so good for asparagus.

Concentrating on filling their stomachs, poor, hungry people go for high-fat, high-sugar foods. "They're not thinking about health — just getting through the day," said Mariana Chilton, a hunger expert at the Drexel University School of Public Health, and principal investigator for the Philadelphia GROW Project, which deals with nutrition and physical development among poor children.

Derek Felton, a community organizer with the Coalition Against Hunger and a former poor, obese person, agreed.

"I was the oldest of seven, with a lifetime of no breakfasts to eat," said Felton, who is 5-foot-9 and went from 247 pounds to 185. "When we had the chance to eat, we ate white bread to feel full."

All that corner-store processed food is relatively inexpensive — artificially so. Researchers say that many junk foods contain high-fructose corn syrup, made from government-subsidized corn crops. Federal help keeps the cost of syrup-containing foods such as sodas, fries and even burgers down. Drewnowski said that healthful, unsubsidized foods like spinach cost five times more per calorie to produce, thus driving up the price.

Food stamps are supposed to help. But Chilton's research shows that the allotments families in Philadelphia receive are not accounting for higher food prices.

As a result, families often run out of food stamps by the second or third week of the month, Chilton said.

The hunger can be excruciating, said Gaines, who lets her three children under age 4 eat whatever food is left after the stamps are gone.

It makes her all the more voracious at the beginning of each month, when the new stamps arrive.

"You go without eating, then gorge," Gaines said. "Then you go to sleep with a full stomach. That's how the weight picks up."

It works that way for lots of people. And with the current food inflation, even cheap foods are getting more expensive.

"What choices can poor people afford now?" asked Stella Volpe, a nutritionist at the University of Pennsylvania's School of Nursing. "Will their diets get even worse, and will hard times contribute to more obesity?"

Interventions to improve the eating habits of the poor in Philadelphia have "failed miserably," according to Terri Lipman, a colleague of Volpe's at the nursing school.

"We've told kids to eat fruit and walk," she said. But fruits are scarce and walking in poor neighborhoods can be dangerous, Lipman added.

Current school programs, like dance aerobics, are making some inroads toward health, she said. And Students Run Philly Style, which teaches poor kids to run in supervised settings, is creating good results, said Heather McDanel, director of the National Nursing Centers Consortium project, which works with Students Run.

"BMIs are down and kids' self-esteem is up," she said.

Still, experts say that if food prices continue to explode, even the better-off will seek more fast-food meals.

"Bad, cheap foods may become an even greater cultural mainstay," Volpe said, "with the middle class going for less expensive food. And becoming more obese."

from chicagotribune.com

09 May 2008

First Slice



Our friend, Ryan, told us about First Slice and so we checked it out a few weekends ago. More than just a great little cafe with a wide variety of delicious foods, First Slice is a self-funding "community supported kitchen" that uses its proceeds to provide restaurant quality meals to those in need.

First Slice was founded by chef Mary Ellen Diaz, who, after working several years in the high-powered restaurant industry, decided to reassess her goals and as a result, created an innovative way to combine her knowlegde of food with her desire to bring dignity to the disenfranchised. She values pure, wholesome, comforting foods, using local organic ingredients. First Slice is funded by community subscribers who receive three prepared, gourmet meals a week. For every one subscription, First Slice is able to provide meals for 20 homeless persons in Chicago every month. And the coolest part? The homeless receive the exact same high-quality, nourishing meals that the subscribers do.

So, for those of you in Chicago, I recommend you check it out. It's on Ravenswood at Montrose, in the Lillstreet Art Center. Other ways to get involved:

Subscribe
to the shareholder program.
Volunteer in the kitchen to serve meals to men, women and children.
Donate to support First Slice.

05 May 2008

Two Minutes

Saturday's Derby was not what we anticipated.

Sarah and I had done our homework: Big Brown, Colonel John and Pyro were the favorites. Big Brown had only won three races prior to Saturday, but they were all on dirt tracks. There would be one filly racing, Eight Belles. We even found out that all 20 horses came from the same bloodline. We conjured up a (mostly) Southern meal to celebrate, complete with Mint Juleps and
everything. Four o'clock rolled around and we turned on the TV, unveiled the appetizers and thoroughly immersed ourselves in the drama-laden pre-race coverage. By 5:00, we had placed our bets (figuratively speaking), made our commentaries and finished our appetizers. We held our breath and waited.

There is a reason they say that the Derby is the most exciting 2 minutes in sports. For those 2 minutes, those horses are all that matter. You've met the trainers, owners and jockeys. You've heard about the horses' challenges and victories; you know who has a chance and who has the long odds. You've picked your favorite and you watch as it runs with all it has along the final stretch, hurtling toward that wreath of roses. For those 2 minutes, I'm convinced that anyone can be a horse racing fan.

We watched. We watched as Big Brown pulled from behind in the fourth turn to gain a wide lead in the final stretch. We watched with pride as Eight Belles (toward whom we were most partial) maintained a steady 2nd place. We watched as Big Brown won, clinching his first victory in pursuit of the Triple Crown. And we watched as the camera panned over to a collapsed Eight Belles and then discovered, to our great dismay, that she had broken both front ankles and had to be immediately euthanized. Within 2 minutes, she had gone from potential victory to ultimate defeat.

And so, perhaps it is only appropriate that the mint in our juleps was a bit wilted and our biscuits were rather flat. We still had a great feast in honor of the Derby and in anticipation of a potential Triple Crown winner. One down, two to go Big Brown. We'll be cheering for you, but we won't forget our sweet Eight Belles.

17 April 2008

Taking a Step in an Organic Direction

In the past year or two, I feel I have come a long way in terms of how I view food, and more specifically, the food I eat. But before I launch into what I have learned and how I have changed, I should provide some clarifications in the way of a disclaimer:

I am not a health food junkie.
I rarely take vitamins, despite Andrew's greatest attempts.
I am by no means a Whole Foods worshipper (more on this later).
I am not someone who will buy organic at any cost.
I am no expert on sustainability.

While these things still are and have always been true for me, it should be noted that before a year or two ago, the words "organic" and "sustainability" would have barely entered my vocabulary. Perhaps it is due to all the organic hype as of late, or perhaps it comes from being immersed in an urban setting (Chicago) or a socially conscious setting (our church), or maybe it's because I'm getting older and have a greater interest in how I care for my body and spend my money, but whatever the reason (and it's most likely a combination of all the above), I am ready to engage the topic.

So, where do I stand? A few thoughts: First,
I do not dispute the fact that food grown organically is better for you and the environment. Pesticides and chemicals and hormones are bad. I get that. Second, I have come to understand and appreciate the difference between organic and local. The concepts are quite linked, but they are not interchangeable. True, oftentimes food is both organic and local, but sometimes it is not. Third, there are many benefits and implications for eating organic, locally grown food, and I acknowledge those benefits as a viable reason why I would want to invest my money and energy into making organic and local eating a priority.

My challenge with organic eating is best exemplified by the problem that the store Whole Foods presents. Whole Foods seems to have gained the corner market on all things organic. When you think organic, you think Whole Foods. And when you think Whole Foods, you think expensive, very very expensive. Assuming this line of thinking (which not all of you may espouse, I understand), the logical conclusion is that eating organically is a luxury. I would argue that even if you don't completely agree with this line of thinking, there is still some element of privilege that must be acknowledged when it comes to the choice to eat organically. It is a choice and that alone makes it a privilege. There are many many people who would love to make better food choices for their family but cannot possibly afford it. We must recognize that when we start making judgments about how people eat.

My understanding of the distinction between organic and local has helped me to start to reconcile this conflict. I am no guru when it comes to local, sustainable farms (see disclaimers above) and I don't have any stats in front of me to back up my claim, but I believe that local helps the organic to become more accessible. This isn't to say that Whole Foods doesn't carry locally grown food (although, I think it's fair to say that Whole Foods has taken a lot of the local out of organic). I'm only saying that it's just good business sense to cut out the middle man (or woman) and get your food from the farmer, right? And if nothing else
, when I buy locally I know that I am supporting local farmers and sustainable farms. And from my experience, these farmers are socially conscious; they want to make good food accessible.

Starting this summer our church is partnering with Mike and Clare's Farm in Ottawa, Illinois, as part of a Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) program (for more info on CSAs, click here). Once a week, shares of freshly grown and harvested vegetables (some of which are well known and some of which I have never heard) will be delivered to our church. In addition, we'll be receiving shares of meat, such as grass-fed beef, pasture raised chicken and free range eggs, from Cedar Valley Sustainable Farm. It is our church's vision that we will not only take a more responsible approach to our food as individuals, but that as a community, we will use our CSA partnership to reach out to those in need.

Andrew and I are excited to start making decisions about organic food in a way that makes sense for us. While we've always tried to buy fresh, avoid processed foods and shop around the perimeter of the grocery store (some great advice my mom passed on), I'm glad to be taking that next step. The next challenge? Recipes using hakerei and tatsoi. No clue.

18 December 2007

The Power of a Great Idea

Let's face it. Any of us lucky enough to sit in front of a computer all day long has perchance happened upon an internet game site (or two) we have employed to pass the time, procrastinate, stimulate our deteriorating minds, ease our overworked minds or maybe distract us from the reality of our jobs. Tetris, Chess, Mahjong, Space Invaders, Asteroids, Pac Man, Spades, Poker, Wheel of Fortune... you name it, they're out there and they're free. Well, now there is a game available where you can expand your vocabulary AND help to end world hunger. No longer do you need to feel guilty about playing games at work. FreeRice.com is a vocabulary game in which 20 grains of rice are donated to the United Nations World Food Program for each word you define correctly. It's as simple as that. The money the site receives from advertising is used to purchase the rice. Since October of 2007 (only 2 months ago!), over 9.4 billion grains of rice have been donated. So, click the banner below to play! You can even set your computer (under Options) to remember your vocabulary level and donation total. There are 50 levels of words; for each word you get correct, you get a harder word. Here's to words and rice!