I’ll admit to feeling a little torn between lovers these days.
It’s a spring thing, you know.
With each passing day, I find myself surrounded by new and ever-growing possibilities. …
~ real food, balanced living ~
I’ll admit to feeling a little torn between lovers these days.
It’s a spring thing, you know.
With each passing day, I find myself surrounded by new and ever-growing possibilities. …
Our youngest stumbled upon his first four-leaf clover when he was barely six years old.
We were getting out of the car and walking across a stretch of indecipherable greens when he looked down and said, “Mommy, look, it’s a four-leaf clover.”
Just like that. …
I knew as soon as I unmolded these little hearts that they were ruined.
Rough edges, jagged lines, cracks, crevasses, chips and divots. You name it, they wouldn’t make the cut. I’ve been operating in the blogging world long enough to know this is not what people want to see….
I did something completely different on the culinary front for Christmas this year.
I invited the family to vote on Christmas dinner. I went about it by creating a menu with three categories: appetizer, main dish and dessert and listed three food options within each category. The menu was circulated electronically and the boys were asked to vote quietly on their top food choice in each category (they would only find out on Christmas day which selections won). In the event of a three-way tie in any category, mom would get the deciding vote, otherwise, majority rule. …
Despite some seasonal confusion (my heart is saying pine cones but my eyes are still seeing roses), I have to say, this dual border fêting is working out quite well for us.
We gladly welcomed the five day American Thanksgiving break with some highly unstructured family time. It’s amazing how much fun you can have doing precisely nothing….
If I had to name it, I would call fall the season of low and slow.
The days pass like all the others and yet nothing is the same….
Normally any home purchase is news and certainly worthy of celebration but this one feels especially sweet for our family (yes, we just bought a home!!).
When we arrived in the Silicon Valley almost a year ago now, little did we know that we would find ourselves in the middle of the most challenging real estate market in the US at the moment. A combination of very low inventory and a swelling population fueled by the booming tech sector (think: Google, Apple, Facebook, LinkedIn to name a few), set the stage for shamefully inflated housing prices, unprecedented bidding wars and the common phenom of all cash offers (along with a host of other miscellaneous shenanigans). We experienced free market enterprise at it’s worst, or best, depending on how you look at it.
So when the stars recently aligned and our family of six — dog and cat inclus — picked up the keys to our home last week, there were tears of joy from this mamma. Relieved, grateful and yes, deliriously happy to have our own patch of green.
All of our belongings from Canada are still sitting on a truck and we are working out of the original suitcases we came with last August. But here’s the funny part about that. You discover very quickly just how little you need to survive and to survive well. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t think about my stuff from time to time. I do. But frankly, a lot less than I would have ever imagined. The two things I miss the most? Our family photos and my books… sure, it will be nice to have my kitchen appliances back and an extra pair of shoes but all in all, if there’s anything this year has taught me is that we carry way more than we need. I’m overwhelmed at the prospect of fitting it all back into our lives. (And I’m not sure I want to).
Meanwhile, the aspect that I’m probably most excited about relating to our new home is the edible landscape. This subarctic gal is still shaking her head in disbelief at the beauty and utter wonder.
Care to see what’s growing in our backyard?
Let’s start here. You might recall this image from last week’s post…
A beautiful apricot tree!
My husband is a huge fan of apricots ~ he and the boys used to play a game of ‘catch the flying apricot with your mouth’ at breakfast time when the boys were young. This particular tree felt like it was meant for them.
Keeping our apricot tree company are two lemon trees…
One of them (pictured above) is doing quite well, with large, luscious lemons (we’ve taste tested them of course). The other lemon tree is rapidly producing miniatures — they’re very cute but we suspect the tree may need a little TLC and some pruning to focus it’s energy back to its natural growth pattern. How fun to think that we might have an impact on the growth of a lemon tree ♡.
Further along the path, there is a mandarin tree (we have yet to determine the variety). Mandarins typically bloom in the winter but when I visited the property to shoot some photos, wouldn’t you know it, there was one fruit on the tree; just waiting to pose. Handsome devil!
Here’s another shot of one that I rubbed off with my thumb — looking more familiar.
And what about this fellow. Any guesses?
We had no idea either. It’s a pineapple guava tree (!!?) — I keep calling it a grapefruit guava (I confuse pineapple and grapefruit linguistically though not conceptually. I do however confuse dinosaurs and dragons conceptually, which is more concerning).
The former owner tells us that for every one delicious pineapple guava fruit, there are twenty or so horribly sour, inedible ones. So it’s a bit of a game to see who can get the good guava! We can hardly wait to discover this fruit and so much more… every time we visit, we seem to uncover something new. We have never been so excited and motivated to learn!
We have a month or so of renovations ahead of us (currently underway) with a projected move-in date of late-July/early-August. The summer posting schedule will not doubt be hit-and-miss but, it is summer after all, so let’s all enjoy it!
I hope to be back to regular posting sometime in September.
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On to today’s recipe…
So simple and full of deliciousness! The plum sauce need not be reserved for dessert — though it’s mighty delicious enjoyed this way and seemed suitably festive. The first time I made this sauce in fact, my husband and I ate it with seared scallops (delish!). It also pairs beautifully with yogurt and mixed in with morning oatmeal or smoothies.
I hope you enjoyed the mini-tour of our backyard and stay tuned… if I’m feeling brave, I may post some interior reno photos. We’ll see how it goes!
Wish us luck ;-).
Roasted Summer Plum Sauce with Vanilla Bean Ice Cream
For the Plum Sauce
Directions:
Heat oven to 400 F.
I’m not sure it would have been his personal request but this is how we decided to start Father’s Day in our home.
A cool and refreshing lemon pudding that’s tasty enough to enjoy for dessert – any time of day! My husband is a big fan of citrus puddings, jams, jellies, tarts and desserts generally, so it seemed fitting to celebrate his day with this little spin on traditional pudding.
[Sidebar: when I mentioned to my husband that my friend Sandra (oooh that Sandra…) whipped up a batch of homemade fudge ice cream for her husband on father’s day, my hubby’s response was that he still liked my chia pudding best — smart man].
Our eldest son, a distance runner, introduced me to Chia Fresca about five years ago when he was 11-years-old. He had just read the book Born to Run by Christopher McDougall which explores the world’s greatest distance runners and their secrets to success.
There is a passage in Born to Run dedicated to the wonderful power of iskiate– otherwise known as chia seed. The author speaks at great length about the nutritional value of chia and its long history as a revered, sacred food in Mexico.
“Chia was once so treasured, the Aztecs used to deliver it to their king in homage. Aztec runners used to chomp chia seeds as they went into battle and the Hopis [tribe] fueled themselves on chia during their epic runs from Arizona to the Pacific Ocean.”
After reading this passage, my son promptly grilled me about chia seed and then politely requested (or something like that) that we procure some on the double. And so a chia tradition was born in our home.
[Sidebar 2: Unlike the other 3 members in this family, I am not a natural runner (no matter how much chia I might consume). I bump and grind and fight for every inch. I also come with a long and well-practiced list of excuses should anyone care to listen to them. But the person who quietly listened and still managed to motivate me to get out there and prepare for my first 10K almost twenty years ago now, was my husband. On the days when I really (really) didn’t want to go out and join the jolly fellow on his regular runs, he would simply say “we’ll just go for ten minutes. If you’re done after ten minutes, we’ll come back, no questions asked.” Of course, every runner knows that getting out the door is the toughest part. Once you’re out there, it’s never ten minutes. Like I said, smart man].
This is the same patience, gentle persistence and wisdom he has brought to raising our sons. He’s our guy and he’s pretty awesome.
I’ve had a continuous supply of homemade tzatziki going in the fridge now for the past month or so. Every batch I make seems to disappear faster than the one before, so ongoing production has become necessary (I can’t prove it but I suspect that the cucumber vendors at the market have started price fixing on me).
Exquisite in its simplicity, tzatziki is a seasoned Greek sauce made from yogurt, cucumber, garlic and lemon. (A heavenly marriage if ever there was). Light and creamy, tangy and garlicky, satisfying and delicious, homemade tzatziki is truly a summer favorite.
This delightful sauce is served cold and often in the company of grilled meats such as the classic souvlaki but there’s no need to stop there. You can enjoy tzatziki on virtually anything. Pair it with fish, eggs, a variety of salads, as a base in sandwiches and wraps or simply indulge by the tablespoonful! The creamy nature of this yogurt-cucumber dip is also perfect for dunking fresh chopped vegetables or delicious pita wedges.
On a hot California day, some homemade tzatziki on flatbread with plump sprouts, a generous handful of greens and silky avocado is all I need for lunch.
Lately, my boys have been on a cinnamon raisin bread roll. They come home from school, drop their bags and head straight to the kitchen – something they do fairly often. (The kitchen part I mean. Have you heard the rumor about teenage boys eating all the time? It’s true).
Anyhow, every time the boys pop a couple of pieces of cinnamon raisin bread into the toaster, my husband asks if there’s apple pie in the oven (always hopeful).
The irony is that I used to make pies with some frequency when my eldest was a newborn. It was before the internet age and all the great online resources that currently exist for new moms. So, I’d watch reruns of Martha Stewart and bake lattice pies while my son napped in the afternoon. I found it so relaxing, therapeutic even.
But alas, life changes, schedules shift and dough isn’t rolled, layered and crimped as often.
And that’s why this little skillet number is such a dream. 10 minutes is all you will need to prepare this tasty dessert and experience that hypnotic apple cinnamon aroma throughout your kitchen and straight into your heart (and you’ll actually be able to say there’s a apple dessert baking in the oven!).
The scant flour, lack of traditional leavening agents, eggs and generous fruit filling make this rustic dessert more like a variation on clafoutis, or pancake, than a traditional cake. There is a certain density that concentrates the flavors and what you lose in height (puffiness) you gain in generosity of taste. The focus is on the delicate sweet flavors of the fruit rather than the flour that would normally be experienced with traditional cake.
So there you have it. A warm, skillet-baked dessert that falls somewhere into that nebulous space between a cake, a pancake and a clafoutis. But most definitely not, a lattice pie.
Got that?
Blueberry-Apple Skillet Cake (Clafoutis)
Nutrition & Cooking Notes:
Directions:
Heat oven to 425 F.