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Foodie Friday

Guys, let me know what you think about this whole foodie Friday thing. Do you like it? Feel like it’s a waste of blog space? Do you have any recipe requests? Let me know!

I decided to make a recipe from The Pioneer Woman last week when my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and niece came over to spend the night. Believe it or not, I had never made a recipe from Ree’s website before (yeah, that’s right. We’re on a first name basis). But I had been craving Mexican food and then at nap time I watched an episode where she made enchiladas. And it was like the heaven’s opened up.

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I’ll warn you guys now. Things were so crazy that afternoon that I forgot to take a picture of the finished product. I’m so ashamed! But really, you should go and look at Ree’s website. Her pictures are so much prettier than mine.

The recipe is super simple to follow, but it is time consuming. I did leave out the olives even though Ree says not to (sorry!). I’m not wild about black olives to begin with and I was having a hard time finding them in the grocery store, and the girls were getting impatient and so I silently profusely apologized to Ree that I was going against her edicts and shuffled shamefully out of the grocery store sans olives.

I will say to learn from my mistake and read through the ENTIRE recipe before you start dumping thing in pots. If you do this you will realize that 28 ounces of enchilada sauce and two cups of chicken broth will not fit comfortably in a small saucepan.

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Also, it’s probably not a good idea to give a messy cook (ie ME) red sauce to cook with. It was delicious and so was the lime and cilantro rice I made to go with it!

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This weekend was all about this guy:

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That’s MY daddy! We went and spent some time at The Farm so we could be with the birthday boy on his special day. To celebrate we drove into Portland to have brunch at an awesome little restaurant we use to go to all the time before we moved to the middle of nowhere.  Everything is always delicious and they make insanely good bloody mary’s. But I didn’t have any this weekend. Because I am a light weight. And Ken was with us to drive. Being responsible is a big drag sometimes.

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The girls did great at the restaurant. Hazel got a little tired of being stuck in her chair, but just whined at little bit.

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Haley was a dream! I was really pleased and surprised with how well behaved she was.

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And they thought the pancakes were pretty awesome. Though the waitresses kept trying to bring me syrup for them. Yeah, sticky, super sweet syrup with 1.5 year olds? I don’t think so.

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But Hazel did enjoy the rest of the sour cream from my chorizo breakfast burrito. YUM!

What did you guys do this weekend? Any birthdays? Outings? I saw Newberg had their Old Fashioned Festival this last weekend, but I didn’t know about it until I already had all of our plans lined up (story of my life!). Next year, I am going to find out about these things ahead of time!

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Foodie Friday

We have been loving smoothies lately. And why not, right? With so much produce available and berries being in season, it’s the perfect time to jump on the smoothie train. I’ve been just searching for smoothie recipes on Pinterest to get an idea of what the ratios should be and then from there I wing it. There’s a lot of room for forgiveness in smoothie recipes. You have to work really hard to screw them up.

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The favorites so far have been:

  1. Banana Smoothie – I make this like how my mom use to make banana milkshakes for us when we were kids. It’s just banana, some vanilla yogurt (instead of ice cream), and enough milk to get the consistency I want.
  2. Raspberry Vanilla Smoothie – raspberries, vanilla yogurt, vanilla almond milk, and sometimes I’ll sneak a handful of kale in.
  3. Green Smoothie – mango, raspberries, kale, and banana. The girls seriously inhaled it. The website I found this recipe on, New Nostalgia, used pineapple instead of raspberry, but raspberry was what I had on hand.

The girls absolutely love smoothies and it’s been a good afternoon thing for us. The girls don’t really want to sit down and eat after they wake up from their nap, but they get pretty cranky within that first hour from being hungry. These come together in no time at all and I can put them in a sippy cup, hand them off and I have happy babies. I especially love the ones that I can sneak kale into. I have great hopes of borrowing my mom’s juicer and freezing vegetable juice that I can then throw into their smoothies as well.

What smoothie recipes are you guys loving?

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At the beginning of June I attempted to go Paleo.

I know a lot about this country’s food practices. More than I would like to know, probably not as much as I should, and I try to shop and feed my family accordingly. I buy lots of fruits and veggies, I eat salads for lunch almost every day, and I try to give the girls whole foods (though, let’s face it, sometimes a box of mac ‘n cheese is the best you can do). Paleo really appealed to me. I love that you cut out processed foods. And I really liked the idea of going gluten free (because I have a love/hate relationship with bread and pasta. As in I love to eat it, but I hate the tummy bloat that comes with it). I know all the health benefits that come dumping gluten from your diet and I want to be healthy and strong and naturally have the energy to keep up with the girls.

Here’s the thing though, Paleo made me so sick. Okay, Paleo didn’t make me sick, but the sudden spike in my intake of fruits and veggies made me so sick. As in, horrifically painful stomach aches every day that lasted for 2 to 3 hours. Not something that I have the patience to put up with, and I don’t have the time. The girls are so busy, which means I am so busy, I do not have two hours to roll around on the floor in agony every day.

Here’s my question, did I do something wrong? Has anyone else tried to go Paleo and experience the same thing? I’m not sure if it was too much fiber or too much acid or what. Quinoa, zucchini, and broccoli have started giving me stomach aches in the last couple years. I just always assumed it was too much fiber, which kills me because I love all three of those things.

I would love some advice if anybody has any because this is still something I feel strongly about.  I’m fed up with not feeling like I’m being fueled by my food and the extra poundage. There is so much good food out there that doesn’t have to come out of a box and while I was a very devoted fan of mac ‘n cheese and fish sticks growing up, I would prefer for the girls to be fans of apples and berries and spinach. Oh crap, spinach is on the it-has-so-many-pesticides-it-will-kill-you list, isn’t it? Anyway, you guys get what I’m trying to say, don’t you? Maybe I should just buy a Costco sized box of Tums and tough it out?

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I need some new food ideas for the girls.

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This is what they dig:

  • pancakes
  • cheese
  • chicken
  • blueberries
  • ravioli
  • eggs
  • rice
  • sweet potatoes
  • yogurt
  • apples
  • cottage cheese
  • toast
  • cream cheese
  • muffins
  • oatmeal

This is what they most decidedly do not dig:

  • any kind of melon (I know. I’m so sad)
  • pork
  • anything overly squishy
  • anything that I have to spoon feed them (other than oatmeal and yogurt)

 

And if it could be stuff that I could make on the weekend and then serve up throughout the week that would be awesome! mmkaythanksbye!

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Lost and Found

I am sorry to report that in the craziness of moving my USB cable has become separated from my camera. Which means that I can’t get the photos off of the camera and onto the computer. Which basically means you guys are doomed to have an epic photo bomb in your future once I find, because I am still taking pictures, even though I have no way to transport them onto the computer. I hope I will find it soon!

 

In the meantime, I stumbled across this while unpacking. It is a post I wrote before I even had a blog. It was back before I got hugely pregnant and I was debating starting a blog, but I wasn’t sure what my subject matter should be. I initially thought I would do some sort of food blog because, hello, food and I are besties. But I am not patient enough to develop recipes or test them endlessly until they become perfect. I really don’t want to analyze my food. I was to stare at it, covet it, worship it, eat it, and move on.  BUT it took me a couple of hours to realize this and in the meantime I wrote the following:

 

I’m just going to put it out there right now: this is not a vegetarian friendly post. I want to talk about meat. And not just any meat. Beef. Good ol’ ground beef served in my favorite form: the hamburger. I am a devout lover of hamburgers – ALL hamburgers. I like them with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles. I like them with sauteed mushrooms and caramelized onions. I like them with bacon and avocado. I like them with slow-roasted tomatoes and melted mozzarella cheese. I think you get the idea.

My latest burger obsession I found in Rachael Ray’s magazine: The Meat Burger. And I know, you’re thinking “um, that’s kind of what the word hamburger implies”. But no. The purpose of the meat burger is to take left over scraps of Italian deli meat and fuse them into patty form so you get this juicy, salty yumminess of ground beef, prosciutto, soppressta, salami… It was possibly the best thing I could have made for my carnivorous husband. This Hallelujah chorus of meat was rounded out by melty, oozy provolone cheese, sun dried tomatoes, and instead of lettuce I subbed in spinach because that’s the least I could do while clogging ever artery in my body.

Now Rachael is a firm believe that a truly good burger does need, nor want condiments spoiling the party. In theory, I agree with her. However, there is nothing better to me, then biting into a burger and catching giant drops of mayonnaise/ketchup on your fries. But in my can’t-bear-to-break-the-rules way, I resisted from dousing the meat burger in the typical slurry, And I will admit, it was delicious and probably would have been downgraded with my state fair palate. Though a dollop of mustard probably wouldn’t hurt anything.

 

Aren’t you guys so glad I write about babies instead?

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We went to the PSU Farmer’s Market with our new young family friends on Saturday.

We ditched the jogging stroller because moving it through the crowds of people is oh, so slow and I get so frustrated. Also, the H’s don’t nap in the stroller. And it makes for a rough nap day because you have to go when the market first opens before it gets stupid crowded and you have to wait 10 minutes in line to get ANYTHING (I’m not exaggerating. I know the all caps makes it sound like I’m exaggerating, but I’m not). But if you get there just when the market is opening, you can slip in and get some coffee, or an agave cardamom latte, before there’s any wait and then wonder among the booths and look at the crazy colored produce and cry on the inside because in fantasy land you would love to do all your shopping at the farmer’s market, but in reality you can’t afford to and it kills you a little on the inside… Or, you know, something like that. So, no, we don’t usually buy anything at the farmer’s market, other than coffee and Ken’s behemoth of a breakfast, but I love going and looking and smelling.  Where was I going with this?

Oh! We ditched the stroller and put the girls in our Infantino carriers instead. It was so much better. I mean, yes my hips and my back were super pissed at me after two hours, but it was so much easier to maneuver around the market and the girls each took a solid 30 minute nap while we were there, which set us up for some great afternoon naps.

McMinnville is supposed to have a great farmer’s market on Wednesday afternoons. And did I mention McMinnville is in the middle of wine country? What? You didn’t know Oregon had a wine country? Well, we do, my friends, and it’s starting to rival Napa’s. Oh, snap! My hope is that we’ll be manage to sneak out of work early every once in a while to go to the farmer’s market.  And next summer I would love to have Saturdays when we pile the girls into the car first thing in the morning, come up to Portland, have fun in the farmer’s market, maybe go to the zoo, or the children’s museum, and then drive back around nap time. I know. But I’m a firm believer in dreaming big. So I’m dreaming.

tomatoes. I didn’t know tomatoes could be purple.

And yes, I did get a bunch on kale at the market and I made it for dinner with spicy Italian sausage and fettuccine in a light cream sauce. Thank you, Rachael Ray! Y’all can hate her all you want, I will love her until my stomach falls out, or explodes from eating too much food.

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