Sunday, February 25, 2007

A Beautiful Day for a Heart Attack

The other day I whipped up this tasty little a.m. treat because I was starving after being awake most of the night with my superdaddy duties. If you have a heart condition or any other medical problem, I highly suggest that you stop reading now lest you fall into greasy temptation.

Ingredients:
1 fresh Portuguese bun
Dijon mustard
mayo
sliced fresh tomato
1 fat, fabulous sausage (chorizo or something of the like)
2 slices bacon
1/2 small onion, sliced
1 potato grated or leftover baked potato deskinned and chopped
2 cloves of garlic
handful of fresh Italian parsley, chopped
1 egg, whipped with fork
a few slices of cheese
salt and pepper to taste
hot sauce

Start by frying the sausage and bacon in one frying pan. In another pan, slowly fry the onion and garlic in a splash of oil until soft and buttery. Keep meat and onions warm in oven. Fry potato into hash browns with oil and garlic. Once browned, toss in parsley. In other pan, pour in egg and sizzle into omelet, add slices of cheese on top. Meanwhile slice open bun, do the mayo and mustard thing, and add tomato, maybe a bit of fresh ground pepper. Now comes the fun part. Carefully remove cheese omelet from pan. Wrap sausage and bacon in the omelet like a burrito. Place into bun. Ladle up fried onions and hash browns. Add a splash of hot sauce and warm up the defibrillator. Consider yourself warned.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Sushi Samurai

The other day Soph and I were playing toddler computer games on the CBC kid's website and I found this awesome game. Of course, I can only play it after she has gone to sleep.

In the game you are this little Japanese dude who climbs ladders, drops slices of fish and cucumber to make nigiri, and throws wasabi at your enemies (shitake, diakon, and fugu). Fun all around and just the thing for a good 10 minutes of distraction.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

(Local) Food for Thought

I haven't been cooking a lot lately because it taken all my energy just to keep things barely resembling normalcy around our house. Many of our friends have also brought over meals for us which has been a tremendous help. Thank you so much all of you.

I am also getting emails and comments from many of you who are really enjoying the blog. Once again, thank you for all your encouragement. But just because my life is now firmly entrenched in new parent craziness and I am not cooking as often as I usually do, I still don't want to disappoint my faithful readers. So I was thoroughly interested when our friend Audra (oops, I mean Guerrilla-Love-Hands) sent me this link.

Apparently these people are all about eating only locally produced food. I read though their page and it is a very interesting idea. The following explanation is taken from their web page (www.100milediet.org). Check it out...

About

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When the average North American sits down to eat, each ingredient has typically travelled at least 1,500 miles—call it "the SUV diet." On the first day of spring, 2005, Alisa Smith and James MacKinnon (bios) chose to confront this unsettling statistic with a simple experiment. For one year, they would buy or gather their food and drink from within 100 miles of their apartment in Vancouver, British Columbia.

Since then, James and Alisa have gotten up-close-and-personal with issues ranging from the family-farm crisis to the environmental value of organic pears shipped across the globe. They've reconsidered vegetarianism and sunk their hands into community gardening. They've eaten a lot of potatoes.

Their 100-Mile Diet struck a deeper chord than anyone could have predicted. Within weeks, reprints of their blog at thetyee.ca had appeared on sites across the internet. Then came the media, from BBC Worldwide to Utne magazine. Dozens of individuals and grassroots groups have since launched their own 100-Mile Diet adventures. The need now is clear: a locus where 100-milers can get the information they need to try their own lifestyle experiments, and to exchange ideas and develop campaigns. That locus will be here at 100MileDiet.org—turning an idea into a movement.


Why Eat Local? 13 Lucky Reasons.

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1. Taste the difference.

At a farmers’ market, most local produce has been picked inside of 24 hours. It comes to you ripe, fresh, and with its full flavor, unlike supermarket food that may have been picked weeks or months before. Close-to-home foods can also be bred for taste, rather than withstanding the abuse of shipping or industrial harvesting. Many of the foods we ate on the 100-Mile Diet were the best we’d ever had.

2. Know what you’re eating.

Buying food today is complicated. What pesticides were used? Is that corn genetically modified? Was that chicken free range or did it grow up in a box? People who eat locally find it easier to get answers. Many build relationships with farmers whom they trust. And when in doubt, they can drive out to the farms and see for themselves.

3. Meet your neighbors.

Local eating is social. Studies show that people shopping at farmers’ markets have 10 times more conversations than their counterparts at the supermarket. Join a community garden and you’ll actually meet the people you pass on the street. Sign up with the 100-Mile Diet Society; we’ll be working to connect people in your area who care about the same things you do.

4. Get in touch with the seasons.

When you eat locally, you eat what’s in season. You’ll remember that cherries are the taste of summer. Even in winter, comfort foods like squash soup and pancakes just make sense–a lot more sense than flavorless cherries from the other side of the world.

5. Discover new flavors.

Ever tried sunchokes? How about purslane, quail eggs, yerba mora, or tayberries? These are just a few of the new (to us) flavors we sampled over a year of local eating. Our local spot prawns, we learned, are tastier than popular tiger prawns. Even familiar foods were more interesting. Count the types of pear on offer at your supermarket. Maybe three? Small farms are keeping alive nearly 300 other varieties–while more than 2,000 more have been lost in our rush to sameness .

6. Explore your home.

Visiting local farms is a way to be a tourist on your own home turf, with plenty of stops for snacks.

7. Save the world.

A study in Iowa found that a regional diet consumed 17 times less oil and gas than a typical diet based on food shipped across the country. The ingredients for a typical British meal, sourced locally, traveled 66 times fewer “food miles.” Or we can just keep burning those fossil fuels and learn to live with global climate change, the fiercest hurricane seasons in history, wars over resources…

8. Support small farms.

We discovered that many people from all walks of life dream of working the land–maybe you do too. In areas with strong local markets, the family farm is reviving. That’s a whole lot better than the jobs at Wal-Mart and fast-food outlets that the globalized economy offers in North American towns.

9. Give back to the local economy.

A British study tracked how much of the money spent at a local food business stayed in the local economy, and how many times it was reinvested. The total value was almost twice the contribution of a dollar spent at a supermarket chain .

10. Be healthy.

Everyone wants to know whether the 100-Mile Diet worked as a weight-loss program. Well, yes, we lost a few pounds apiece. More importantly, though, we felt better than ever. We ate more vegetables and fewer processed products, sampled a wider variety of foods, and ate more fresh food at its nutritional peak. Eating from farmers’ markets and cooking from scratch, we never felt a need to count calories.

11. Create memories.

A friend of ours has a theory that a night spent making jam–or in his case, perogies–with friends will always be better a time than the latest Hollywood blockbuster. We’re convinced.

12. Have more fun while traveling.

Once you’re addicted to local eating, you’ll want to explore it wherever you go. On a recent trip to Mexico, earth-baked corn and hot-spiced sour oranges led us away from the resorts and into the small towns. Somewhere along the line, a mute magician gave us a free show over bowls of lime soup in a little cantina.

13. And always remember:

Everything about food and cooking is a metaphor for sex.


... well then, at least you are still paying attention if you have read this far. Heh, heh, heh, heh... they just said "sex".

So anyway, that is something to think about. Now, I'm not about to give up olives, or especially coffee just because it is not grown in the Lower Mainland but I am definitely going to sign up for their newsletter. I dare you to as well. I double-dog dare you.

Friday, February 16, 2007

The Trials of Bedtime and a Good, Stiff Drink

We are all slowly adapting to life as we now know it with our latest family addition. Sophia has been doing awesome and loves her little sister, but as expected, has been testing all of our parenting boundaries and rules. In my pop psychology, touchy-feely, I've-read-all-the-right-books, birth prep class intellect I know that this phenomenon is called "normalizing" but the rest of me wants to call it "Do as I say or I will shake you like a British nanny!" (That was a joke everybody. It is a little device we call... sarcasm. Please don't call any child protection authorities, ((by the way, Maria doesn't work there anymore.)) I'm not going to shake a specific cute little girl, although it has been very tempting the last few days.)

I have found the perfect device to get me through the preparing-for-bedtime-tribulation. It is called... the evening cocktail, and last night I perfected my recipe. I call it...
The Burning Ring of Fire. It is essentially a tequila martini, and here is the recipe for all you parents of toddlers out there.
The Burning Ring of Fire
1 shot tequila
1 shot vodka
juice of 1/4 lime
1 dash Tabasco Chipotle sauce
1 dash Tabasco Habanero sauce
1 drop liquid smoke (mesquite if you can)
fresh ground pepper
1 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon salt
slice of lime for garnish

Mix chili powder and salt on shallow plate. Use this mixture to rim a chilled martini glass. In a cocktail shaker toss in ice cubes and add tequila, vodka, lime juice, hot sauces, and liquid smoke. Shake like a disobedient toddler. Pour into martini glass, garish with lime slice, and finish with a smidge of fresh ground pepper on top.

Warning: This is not your average pastel-polo-shirt wussy martini. It does not come with an umbrella. It tastes like kerosene distilled through a sulfur-fired blast furnace. It is deliberately designed to be strong, harsh, and uncomfortable to remind one that just like life, somethings are hard to swallow but the pleasant, lingering warmth afterwards makes it all worthwhile.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Cute Girls and Guns.

Today I was emailed pictures of my 14 year old niece at her junior prom. She looked absolutely stunning and I was once again reminded that all too soon I will be in the position of dealing with prepubescent boys, up to no good, sniffing around my daughters.

Yo, zitface, don't even think about even looking in the direction of one of my little princesses. Or else.

And thanks to our friend Audra, I have a plan. DIY crossbow. Oh yes, my friends, check it out here or here. Apparently, you don't need a license for a crossbow and they leave a much more ragged, brutal, less surgical wound than a 9mm. And isn't that just what you want when dealing with horny teenage boys? This is what the DIY revolution needs. Brutal handmade weapons! To arms comrades! Next target... McDonald's!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

The Embodiment of the DIY Spirit

As some of you know, it has been a busy few days around our house. Our daughter Eleanor was born at home at 9:25 pm on Feb 12. We are ecstatic and overjoyed. In a few days the grandparents are going to show up and our house will be baby-centric for quite some time.

So, I wanted to take some time to brag about my eldest daughter Sophia and how awesome she is. On the weekend we were doing some errands and we stopped by the Evil Swedish Empire. They had a special Valentines' Day craft organized for the kids, but rather than let some giant multinational corporation tell us how to have fun, in a flash of parenting genius I took Sophia over to the help-yourself-packaging-and-packing station and we made a very stylish crown for her to wear. Check it out below! She breathes the DIY ethos.

Soph Does It Herself

Sophia stickin' it to the man!