I'm Full

When I was pregnant with my daughter in 2014, of course I thought about how my life would change. What would it be like to be at home instead of at work or looking for a job for the first time in my adult life? How would I spend all that inevitable free time? Exactly how long should my list of #supermom #goals be? I envisioned that this blog would organically transform into a mom-life musing and tip-sharing forum of brilliant homemade baby gourmet and fun photo shoots I would sneak in while my little person napped soundly for hours on end. 

I’ll pause while we all wipe our tears of laughter at my wishful naivety.  

For the record, we did make a lot of our own baby food and I did quickly photograph exactly ONE such brilliant baby puree, capturing it’s glorious green swirl with mommy pride. 

Puree of apple, spinach and...

I can’t remember now what it was... but I can guarantee she loved it. This girl is definitely our child. She has eaten everything that’s crossed her path since she first started on solids. We skipped baby rice because of the arsenic concerns, and did only oats and ancient grains, swirled with various fruits and sprinkled with spices like cinnamon, cardamom, and nutmeg. We made purees of fruits with orange and green vegetables to make sure she got all her vitamins. Apples and pears can make almost anything taste good! I continued drinking the smoothies my husband made me every single morning of my pregnancy until I finished breastfeeding, and started sharing them with her – plain yogurt, frozen berries, bananas, peanut butter, coconut oil, fish oil, and vitamin D drops. I once described them to my mother-in-law, glowing with gratitude at the good care her son took of me, and her response was “Ew.” I promise they’re way more delicious than they sound. And sometimes they had chocolate chips.

I credit four things for Lena’s food love: a varied pregnancy diet of world cuisine complete with all the traditional spices; our mostly whole food and zero fast food philosophy; a chef for a father; and either good genes or luck. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful. I hear stories of children who won’t eat vegetables or try anything new, whereas two of my daughter’s first words were "brocci" and salmon. If you give her chicken fingers, she will pick off the fried breading and eat only the meat. Her favorite summer snacks are blueberries and raw peas out of the shell. She loves Japanese, Indian, and anything you wrap in a tortilla and call a taco, especially if it includes avocado and beans. If it's on your plate, she would like a bite, please (aka I hope you were finished with that). And, like her mama, her favorite foods are always whatever Daddy makes her. In fact, I say it was Daddy's cooking that enticed her to come into the world! 

We thought for sure she would come early but as her due date came closer, I woke up morning after morning with no baby. We started trying a different ethnicity each night to test the theory of certain foods being catalysts for labor. For my mom, it was Mexican, which is one of my favorites, so of course I tried that. The next night was Thai. I guarantee there was Italian in there. But I should've known it would be my husband's homemade Indian food that would do it. I woke up at 6am the next morning with the beginnings of labor pains.

Lena at 8 months, the day of the green puree

I never imagined how full my life would be with my daughter in it – not just full of love but completely lacking free time or the energy to fill it on the rare occasions it appears out of the tornado that is my two-year old. I never imagined I would have the world’s most active child, although the abundance of movement in the womb, in hindsight, should have been a clue. I do think we had some foresight when we made her middle name Pepper! I wish she would sleep more but given the choice between having a great sleeper and a great eater, I would choose the latter. This little girl’s boundless energy, curiosity and zest for life are (exhausting) things to be admired. I can’t wait to see how her life unfolds and who she grows to be. But I know that our time together will be earmarked by time spent in the kitchen and around the dinner table. There will never be negotiations over vegetables or threats of no dessert until she tastes what's on her plate. And as I sit reflecting and writing for the first time in two years, drinking cappuccino and eating avocado toast drizzled with honey, I’m actually full.

Small Victory (this post, AND the name of the coffee shop)

Pastry Perfection

Normally as the first hints of spring and summer push through the clouds, my food cravings turn from cool weather comfort foods to fruit, salad and all things fresh. This year, my sweet tooth has appeared out of the cold. One of my earliest family traditions was Sunday donuts, and my grandmother gave me a Chocoholic's Cookbook when I was about 10. I have a special place in my heart for all things pastry but I have never been a candy/icing/soda kind of junk food junky. Last week though, I had root beer with lunch and five Swedish fish on my way to the grocery store. Well technically they were dinosaurs, not fish. Are gummy dinosaurs still Swedish? This is case in point regarding my candy expertise.

However, in my noble undertaking to sample every gelato, Belgian waffle, coffee cake and croissant in Vancouver,  I now have a new love in my life. PappaRoti. It even sounds comforting. Why this cult-status Asian sensation has taken so long to make it to North America is one of the world's new great mysteries.  It has spread from its origins in Malaysia throughout Asia, to Dubai and London. And now, the first PappaRoti in Canada has just opened conveniently down the street from us in Vancouver.

Not quite warm fresh baked bread, not quite buttered biscuit, flaky soft croissant, cinnamon churro or sweet French toast, but somehow all of these at once, the shop sells this one perfected pastry alongside traditional coffee shop espresso and tea drinks. They offer the buns topped with fruit, caramel or chocolate sauces but we opted for the original, splendid in its simplicity, served on a board lightly dusted with powdered sugar and baked with a pat of butter inside.

As I sit watching the rain that bridges the gap between winter and summer, the warm, light pastry sounds like the perfect accompaniment. Even maybe worth a trip to the UAE if you don't in fact live down the street.

Shoot… I'm hungry.

Feast of the Seven Fishes

The end of 2013 was "busy" for us, to say the least. So what more perfect time than New Year's Day 2014 to relax and reflect on the enjoyable moments of the end of the year, which inevitably include food and drink! Since we had to miss my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, this year, our holiday feast season began with Christmas. Not coming from a religiously affiliated family, holiday traditions for us always mean simply a time to celebrate our greatest loves - each other, and food. Those of us with Italian heritage especially enjoy embracing that part of ourselves at these times, and the spouses enjoy the culinary benefits that come with being members of a partly-Italian family!

The Feast of the Seven Fishes is an Italian Christmas Eve tradition, which my family has incorporated into our holiday tradition for the last many years. We save recipes especially for this dinner, and I look forward to it all year. There are traditional Italian favorites like Baccala (fried cod balls), but every family has their own favorite recipes and flavors, and there are no rules; just that you have a lot of fish, and family to share it with.

Our family favorite is seafood soup. First, because when we don't have time to come up with seven separate courses, it helps us incorporate more than one fish at a time. And second, because it is an amazingly comforting, delicious and hearty dish that, to me, embraces the feeling and flavor of the family meal. The fish that we include varies depending on what looks good at the market that day, but is always a firm white fish, at least one shellfish, and scallops.

This Christmas, my husband and I were on our own so we "simplified" the meal a bit, snacking on smoked salmon pate with crackers earlier in the day; a simple arugula, cherry tomato and smoked albacore belly salad in the afternoon, and shrimp cocktail pre-dinner. We moved on to panko-crusted lump crab cakes with roasted red pepper coulis for an appetizer, before the main dish of seafood stew with crusty bread, rounding out our seven fish with swordfish, bay scallops and mussels.

Here is the recipe my family uses, altered yearly for seafood variations, and whatever other spontaneous changes we decide to make. Serves 4.

2 Tbl olive oil
1/2 c chopped onion
2 cloves chopped garlic
1/2 c chopped fennel
1/2 c chopped leeks
1/2 c chopped carrots
red pepper flakes to taste (spicy but not overwhelming)
1 tsp turmeric
a few threads of saffron
a few sprigs of fresh thyme
bay leaf
1 cup dry white wine
2 cups fish or vegetable broth
1 cup canned crushed tomatoes
salt and pepper to taste
1 cup cubed potatoes
1 1/4 c swordfish or halibut
1 1/4 c bay scallops, or sea scallops cut in half or quarters
8 clams and/or 8 mussels
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/4 c chopped fresh parsley

Make fish stock with vegetable stock base, water and any discarded shrimp, crab or lobster shells, brought to a boil and left to sit until ready to use. Strain shells.

When broth is ready, heat oil in a large soup pot. Saute onion, garlic, fennel, leeks and carrots until soft. Add red pepper, saffron, turmeric, bay leaf, broth, wine, tomatoes, salt and pepper. Bring to a boil, then simmer for 5 minutes. Add potatoes and simmer until soft, about 10 minutes. Add broth or tomatoes if desired. Add fish, scallops and shellfish. Simmer until shellfish open and fish is cooked through, a few minutes. Add cream, bring to a boil and remove from heat. Add parsley and serve in large bowls with crusty bread.

Most importantly, share with people you love. As my favorite Italian proverb goes, "a tavola non si invecchia", or, you don't grow old at the dinner table.

Shoot! I'm hungry.