When its the Parents that Need Grounding

We had an AMAZING dinner conversation the other night.  Its curious what types of conversations spaghetti with turkey meat sauce will bring out in my weird family.  Somehow, we got to talking about my NaNoWriMo.

Diva:  What’s this NaNoWriMo?

Big J:  Yeah. What is it exactly?  (Now, two weeks in, he should know what it is. I mean, since I’m the Queen of his world, shouldn’t he remember EVERYTHING I tell him?)

Bubba:  She’s writing a book. (my son remembers everything I tell him.  He gets my millions when I die.)

Diva: But, what’s it for?  Why are you doing it? (She tends to only do things that have intrinsic value-for her)

Big J:  Yah. Is there a prize? Like money? (I’m just a cash machine in his eyes)

Me:  It’s like a writing exercise.  To start a big project and …

Big J: So, there’s no PURPOSE TO IT.  Like, if you aren’t getting anything..

Me:  The purpose is the self-satisfaction of doing it. (husband rolls his eyes and shovels a mouthful of food in)

Diva: What’s your book about?

Bubba:  Its about two people who fall in love on Twitter.  And there’s a quirky neighbour.  (Young girls, I’ve raised a future good husband. This boy really listens!)

Diva:  (rolls her eyes. Obviously, we know where she gets that from) Twitter?

Me:  I had to write about something I knew.  I was too lazy to do research. (And, I know Twitter.  Follow me @chickymara)

Diva:  How old are the characters?

Me:  She’s 32 and he’s 35.

Diva:  Why’d you make them so OLD?

Me:  Well, I don’t know anything about 25 year olds…(except that if I were to dump my husband due to him not listening to me, I’d totally date one)

Big J:  Little J is going to write a book called ‘Larry Trotter’. Its about a mortal boy who lives with wizards.

We all roll our eyes now.  Little J keeps stuffing his face with spaghetti.

Big J:  Do you get it?  Larry Trotter…Like…

All of us:  Yes, we get it!!  It’s just not funny because you’ve said it 100 times.

Big J:  Fine.  He should write a book called the Da Vinci Load.  (He laughs at himself, thinking he’s hysterical)

Little J:  (finally looks up for air)  The Da Vinci Load?  You want me to write a book about Da Vinci’s poop?

We all look at each other.  It’s silent.  The older kids raise their eyebrows.

Me:  I don’t think that’s what Dad means by LOAD…

Bubba blushes.  Diva sits there, completely stunned.  Little J doesn’t even get it.  And..

Big J:  Mara!! You’re completely filthy.  I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT!

And that’s how I said something really inappropriate to my 12 year old at dinner.

AfterWord

Once we were done eating, my husband got up, and stuck a giant butternut squash in his t-shirt and said, ‘Look kids, its Mom.’  When he didn’t get a reaction, he stuck it down his pants and danced around.

Inappropriate uses for butternut squash

I’d like to know, who’s the more inappropriate one here.

Post Election Debrief: Our Way

Canadian Politics (source: http://www.netnewsledger.com

Disclaimer:  This blog is in no way a political statement or intended to offend anyone’s politics or inspire discussion about my politics.  I don’t like politics, but I do like talking to my family, especially when fun conversations like this happen.

So, we’re sitting at dinner tonight, and the topic turns to the recent Ontario election. (That’s in Canada, if you’re not that good at geography.)

Big J:  So can you believe that your mother voted Liberal? That was really dumb-their policies are bad for big business.

Bubba:  Can you imagine if the PCs lost by ONE vote?  Mom, then their loss would’ve been all your fault.

Me:  Give me a break. They would never lose by one vote. And I can vote for whoever I want.  That’s the beauty of democracy.

Big J: You’re a traitor against big business.  I’ll never forgive you.

Bubba: What does it matter?  Anyways, we should get rid of  big business.  Why can’t everyone just have a small businesses?  Then, it would be more fair.

Big J: Because the economy is run on big business. Its all on your mother that the PC party lost.

Me:  Oh yeah. My one vote made all the difference.  Plus, how do you even know who I voted for. I didn’t tell you.  Can you believe that next election Diva will be old enough to vote?

Diva:  When I can vote, I’m voting NDP.

Big J:  If you do that, I’ll have to kill you  (I roll my eyes.  Little J hasn’t said a word as there’s steak.)

Bubba:  (grinning gleefully) You can’t do that. It’s illegal!

Big J: What?  Kill someone?

Bubba:  No, tell them how to vote.

Diva:  Little J, you’re so good looking. (I feel her forehead)

Diva: That’s funny. You felt my forehead to see if I have a fever because I said something nice. J, can you punch me in the nose so I can get a nose job, and have a nice nose like yours?

Little J:  (with a mouthful of steak, but finally piping up)  We should just all be communist.

Me:  Don’t worry, his nose will grow, he’s just not a pubert yet.  Communism never works.  Its turns into a dictatorship.  And the dictator gets rich and the rest of the people are poor and have to do all the work.

Little J:  But it could work, if its done properly.  Then everyone would be equal and nobody would have more than anyone else.

Bubba:  But, nobody wants to do the crap jobs like cleaning the toilets and stuff.  Then, someone has to start telling them to do it. Then they get into power. And then they get all the good stuff and the food. See, it doesn’t work.

Diva:   Are you sure you won’t punch me in the nose?

Me:  I was going for a communist regime in this house, but I can’t seem to maintain my dictatorship.

Everyone ignores that.

Big J:  If you get plastic surgery after J punches you in the nose, maybe we can get a two-fer.

Diva:  Why?  I don’t want a boob job!

Big J:  No that’s not what I meant!  I was thinking maybe your  brother wants  a penis enlargement.  We can call him Long Ben Dong.  Hello Mr Dong.

Bubba:  (stares at his father, unblinkingly)

Me:  The nonsense that comes out of your mouth, dear.

Big J: (grinning)  Boobies!!

Me:  You people are absolutely insane.

Diva:  Can we go to Buffalo? I’m dying for Cheesecake.

And so it goes…What do you talk about at the dinner table?

Psst. Here’s the Brisket. Pass it on.

My life is different this Passover.  There’s someone missing. The person who taught me to love food, to feel it smell it taste it , is gone.  It’s hard to imagine having a Passover Seder without my father. He was a grumpy pain-in-the-butt.  But, his huge presence filled the room. He loved the family time, and to hear the kids read from the Haggadah. And, even though he wasn’t a religious or even traditional man, he still was crazy for the traditional Jewish foods:  Gefilte fish, Matzoh Ball Soup, and my Brisket.  When I cooked for two days for this meal, it was always with him in mind.  And, that’s why I decided to boycott Passover

How I was going to do this, I wasn’t sure. I figured that I would just put it out there, and whoever was managing my life that day would make it happen.  The fates came through for me with an email that said, ‘Our quarterly Management Meeting will be in Vancouver on April 19th.’  I read that email with both elation and dread.  The former because it would solve my boycott conundrum, and the latter because I would have to tell my mother that not only would the Seder not be at my house,  I wouldn’t be at the Seder. 

This is what I said to my mother:

“IhaveameetinginVancouverrightinbetweenthefirstandsecondsedersandIhavetogo

becauseIjuststartedmyjob (take a breath)

andJandItalkedaboutitandhesaysitsoksoI’mgoingsodontsayanythingitsalreadydone.”

She said, “OK. I understand.  I’ll do it. I will have the Seder at my house.”

After I fainted, I asked, “My family will still come.  What would you like me to make?”

Now, a bit a of background, I’m a bit of a Jewish holiday control freak (its not really appropriate to call me the Brisket Nazi).  I like it the way I like it.  I usually have everything at my house (grumbling the whole time that its a big mess, every one is ungrateful, yadda yadda).  I’ve established unbreakable traditions;  we eat the same foods at every meal, year after year.  My brisket is LEGENDARY, so obviously, that’s what she asked me to make.  Since I was given the opportunity to boycott Passover, I thought I would share the recipe, just in case you aren’t and you need to impress people with minimal effort.

Two days before:

Slice two HUGE Vidalia onions.  Place 1/2 of them in a large roasting pan.  Flip a 5-6 lb beef brisket over to the yucky side. (You’ll know it when you see it).  Season very generously with 1 tbsp at least of chopped garlic, and then some salt, freshly ground black pepper, and Paprika.  Flip over and throw that slab of meat in the roasting pan on top of the onions.  Repeat on the top of the brisket, then spread the rest of the onions on top. 

Key Brisket Ingredients

In a large measuring cup, ix up 1 pkg onion soup mix, a big splurch of ketchup (probably 1/2 cup), about 1 1/2 cups of dry red wine (pour a cup for yourself while you’re at it-some for meat, some for Momma), and 1 1/2 cups of orange or apple juice (orange works best, or even those tropical blends are delicious).  Pour over the brisket.  Cover and refrigerate.

Not Passover?  Add some mustard, any kind, although the hotdog mustard works best, to the measuring cup. How much, well, you know, a big splurch (maybe 1/4 cup).

The Day Before:

Remove from fridge and let sit out 1/2 hour.  Roast in a slow oven (325 degrees or even 300 degrees depending on your oven).  Keep it covered so that the liquid doesn’t evaporate and the meat stays moist.  Check every two hours and if the liquid is almost gone, add more orange juice and some water.   The brisket should take about 4-5 hours to cook.  It’s done when you place a fork in the thickest part and the fork comes out easily when removed.  Its not done when the meat lifts with the fork. (There I spelled it out for you.)  When done, remove from oven and cool overnight in the fridge.

The Day you want to eat it:

Take the roast out of the fridge.  If there’s fat hardened, take it off (gross).  Remove the meat from the pan, scraping  all the now-carmelized onions back into the roasting pan.  Slice thinly with an electric knife or very sharp knife, against the grain.  If you slice and its all stringy, you’re going the wrong way.  Reheat in the pan juices.  Serve on a platter with the juices and onions on top.  Delicious with red horseradish.

Note:  if you want to eat it on the same day as you cook it, then its totally fine.  Its easier to slice when cold, and also, you can scrape of the extra fat when its cold.  But, do what you need to do. Its just meat for goodness sakes.

Since I’m leaving the day before, all I’ve got for you is the uncooked photo.  Use your imagination for the rest, or even better, send me a picture of YOUR completed meaty masterpiece.

ChickyMaras famous (in my head) Brisket

By the way, I’m actually really sorry that I’m missing  Passover now.  I definitely have boycotter’s remorse.

Added later due to popular request…

Passover Lemon Pie (aka the only thing my family will eat after eating 17 courses at a Seder)

Crust:

Crush 1 box of passover mandelbread in the food processor (or make your own and crush to about 2 cups worth).  Mix with 1/2 cup melted butter or margarine and press into the bottom of a springform pan. (hint: if you line the bottom with parchment, you can easily lift out later to serve).

Note: if its not Passover and/or you’re not of the Passover celebrating religion, you can substitute Nilla wafers for the crust (or even chocolate chip cookies)

Filling:. 

Place 6 whole eggs, 6 egg yolks, 1 cup fresh lemon juice, the zest of 1 lemon, and 2 cups of sugar in the top of a double boiler (to make your own double boiler, boil water in a med pot and place a metal bowl on top.) Whisk over a slow boil and low heat until the mixture begins to thicken (its like magic).  Set the lemon curd aside to cool.  Beat 6 egg whites for about 2 minutes in a stand mixer or with a hand mixer.  Add 6 tbsp of sugar and beat until soft peaks form.  Fold into the cooled lemon curd.

Pour the lemon/egg white mixture into the prepared crust and freeze overnight or 12 hours.

Meringue:

Beat 6 eggs whites until foaming, then add 5 tbsp sugar slowly until stiff peaks form.  Cover the frozen lemon pie with meringue, making it look fancy by swirling and twirling the meringue.  Broil until golden brown (or if you’re me until you smell burning)

Refreeze until you’re ready to serve.

Chanukah-And the beat goes on…

Jews Do it for 8 Days (Chanukah Tote Bag)

Tonight is the first night of Chanukah, Hanukkah,  or Chanukkah (however you choose to spell it).  In the Jewish tradition, this Festival of Lights is a time for family, food, and celebration.  Its a children’s holiday, full of chocolates, games, and gifts.  Unlike most of our holidays, this is not a religious time;  Orthodox Jews don’t take off work, attend synagogue, or pray.  Rather, it is a time to celebrate triumph over adversity, and the strength of a people to believe in both miracles and their convictions.

I happen to love Chanukkah. Why? Because I absolutely ADORE choosing, shopping for, and giving gifts to people, and watching their faces when they open the gifts.  I also love throwing parties, feeding people, and having my family around me.

Since I’ve had children, Chanukah has been a big deal for me. I created some what I thought were amazing traditions. We decorated the house with cutouts, pictures and streamers.  (Its hard living in a Christmas world, so we’ve gotta make Chanukah as good or better, you know.)

My kids each got a gift a day for the eight days (5 of their own, and then 3 were family sharing gifts like a video or a game). I wrapped each of their gifts in a unique-to-them wrapping paper so they would know which pile was theirs.  They would sit and stare at that giant pile of gifts, trying to guess what was in each package (Of course, Little J would rip open the corners of his packages, and one year, when he was about 4, actually unwrapped EVERYTHING).  We lit the candles every night on my Great Grandmother’s Menorah.  My sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, parents, everyone would come over. It was BEDLAM.  And I loved it!!!

Bobi Vi's Hanukiah

Now, I’m struggling with the kids growing up, and just not being interested in our Chanukah traditions. My picture of the perfect Chanukah doesn’t gel with their teenage sensibilities.  And Chanukah, with its fun and games, is really geared at little children.  My teens (and tween) don’t want to hang around singing songs and colouring Chanukah pictures. They don’t want to bake Dreydl cookies with me. Its hard enough to pin them down just to light the candles every night for a week.   Bubba even asked if we could ‘defer’ his Chanukah present until the spring so he could have Lacrosse equipment.

Dreydle Cookies (Yes mine looked exactly like that...)

Let’s face it, that ship has sailed.  So, how does a Mommy grow up with her kids? I can’t let it get me too far down that my babies are growing up, and are way more interested in their friends than hanging out with Mom (no matter how ‘cool’ I am.)  While I’m waiting to be a  Bubbie (Jewish Grandmother and it better be a real long while…) it’s time to create some new, grown-up traditions.  While they may be more sedate, these traditions will have to do, as yes..the beat does go on.

Tonight we will light the candle for the first night.  Big J has a meeting, so my Mom and Step-father are coming over for dinner, which will of course include Latkes.  Hopefully, my kids will fight over who gets to light the Shammash (The lead candle that lights the other ones).  And, we’ll say the blessings, smile at each other, spend the evening together, and know that we are a family.

How are you adapting your family traditions as the Beat goes on?

Now, for some fun:

Pasta Puttanesca: Food is Love

Pasta Puttanesca

Pasta Puttanesca (adapted from Rachael Ray/Food Network)

Both of my parents are amazing cooks.  This is an example of how my mom cooks.

Fancy Lady reading a cookbook ready to measure

My mother can do some fancy shmancy things with like lettuce and twirly stuff and make it look pretty. She reads recipes and measures, and pays attention.  She doesn’t even talk on the phone whilst cooking in case she misses an important step.  Through experience, she is able to make additions and substitutions, but through and through, she is a recipe-follower.   There have been episodes with black pepper and burned food, but since she likes it peppery and well done, those were probably accident-on-purposes.  I learned how to cook traditional Jewish foods from my mom, how to follow a recipe, and how to make things pretty (usually, I can’t be bothered to do the latter two.  I don’t follow recipes because I usually forget to buy one of the ingredients, and I don’t make things pretty because I don’t feel like it)

My Daddy is where I learned my creative, messy, intuitive, smell-it, something-from-nothing-but-tastes-awesome skills.

Me and my Daddy, soon after his diagnosis

Chicky Mara (that's me) and my Big Daddy (Arthur Rubinoff)

His marinade and pasta sauce making skills are legendary.  He loves browsing grocery and specialty shops and buying neat and unusual ingredients and then whipping up absolutely delicious concoctions with them.  Just like my Dad, I collect ingredients, and can, on a whim grab a few, match the flavours, and create. The down-side?  These creations are usually one-offs, since neither one of us can never remember what we put into our masterpieces.

Sundays from my teens to early 20s, my siblings and I would gather at our Dad’s house in downtown Toronto.  (See my bio to understand who might have been there. ) And we’d cook.  We’d make a huge mess while we’d mix, chop, and stir, all at a high volume (us Rubinoffs are LOUD).  The marinades and grill were my Daddy’s domain, though.  And he was the master.

Many times we made Pasta Puttanesca together.  That was our favorite.  Translated from the Italian, Puttanesca means ‘Prostitute’.  Daddy said it was because it was ‘fast and easy’.  We always thought that was hilarious.   The results of our communal efforts were always delicious, and we would sit on his beautiful deck in summer, or at the dining table in winter, and eat, talk, laugh and argue.

My Big Daddy is very sick now, and not long for this world. We have all these wonderful memories he has given us, as well as our amazing intuition for cooking.  By the way, one of my sisters has an absolutely gorgeous blog, Running and Recipes, so check it out.  The other night, he asked me to make Pasta Puttanesca for him.  Eager to tempt his appetite, I whipped up the following recipe, adapted from Rachael Ray’s 30 Minute Meals on the Food Network:

Smash 4 large cloves of garlic and rough chop one tin of Anchovies, drained of the oil (some use salted anchovies) (Don’t worry, you cannot taste the anchovies, at all)

Saute them in  2 tbsp of Olive Oil in a large pan, on medium heat, stirring constantly so that the garlic doesn’t burn, but so that the anchovies mostly dissolve into the oily mixture. Your house will smell fantastic. Add crushed red pepper flakes to taste-I put about 1 1/2 tsp.  (Big Daddy says don’t put red pepper flakes in too early if cooking a sauce for a long time, as they will get hotter as they cook up)

Then, add in about 3 tbsp of drained capers.  Stir again.  Add one 28 oz can of diced tomatoes (get San Marzano if you can-it makes the difference), and 1/2 28 oz can of chunky crushed tomatoes (or a 14 oz one if you can find it), as well as about 1 cup of roughly chopped pitted kalamata olives.  (When we used to make it, we had to pit the olives, which was the worst job and given to the one sister who couldn’t cook).

Splash once around with balsamic vinegar (I put balsamic in everything because it adds that litttle something something).  Toss in about 1/2 cup chopped parsley, and 4 chopped fresh basil leaves.  Grind some black pepper on top. Stir that baby up, cover, lower heat, and let simmer for about 10 minutes.  While the sauce is cooking, you can cook the pasta.  This recipe is for a 454 g bag of pasta.

p.s Do not add salt.  It will be disgusting. The capers, anchovies, and olives all have salt.

I hope you enjoy making memories with this Pasta Puttanesca like our family has made. So cook together and eat together.

FOOD IS LOVE

Sunday Food: Slow-Cooker Beef Stew w/Mushrooms, Parsnips and WINE

The Premise: Growing up, my family usually went out on Sunday nights for either Chinese food or to this place called ‘The Shrimp Kitchen’ on Bathurst Street.  The rest of the week, my mom cooked a proper dinner, and we sat down and ate together.  There wasn’t the variety or prevalence of prepared or take-out food that there is now, so thatSunday night dinner out was a big deal.  Now, most families are rushing around all the time, take-out for just about anything is readily available, and the old idea of the family dinner has gone flying out the door.

In our house, we set the table every night and try and eat dinner together. Or at least some of us do.  But, for other families, with sports and other pursuits, that’s next to impossible.  So, Sunday dinner, the end of the weekend, is the perfect night to cook something delicious, sit together, eat, talk and laugh.  Here’s the first of many posts called: Sunday Food

The Recipe:

Crock pot and wine

Getting ready to cook up some Beef Stew

I don’t know about you, but for us, Sundays are so busy,with all the laying about and doing nothing, so many weekends, I let dinner cook itself, and throw a bunch of stuff in the slow-cooker. Yesterday, I took 3 lbs of stewing beef out of the freezer, and noticed I had a bunch of mushrooms that were becoming unhappy.  So, that turned into this:

Prepare the beef:

3 lbs or so of stewing beef is seasoned with salt and pepper and then lightly sprinkled with flour.

A large skillet gets all hot, and lubed up with a tbsp of vegetable or olive oil.  The meat cubes get browned up, a few at a time in that hot skillet, and then tossed in  the slow cooker.  (You know they’re browned up when there’s a nice dark golden crust on them).  The skillet gets deglazed with about 1/4 cup of red wine.

Prepare the vegetables:

A bunch of mushrooms (if you must have a measurement, about 3 cups,and if you must have a type, I use a mixture of Cremini and button) are rinsed, that yucky bit of the stem cut off, and cut in half.

Three large parsnips get peeled, and then are cut however you like it, as long as the pieces are all around the same size.  I like to cut in slices then cut the big ones in half again.

One large Vidalia onion gets peeled, cut in half, and then sliced semi-thickly.

Three large cloves of garlic get smashed and peeled.

Those vegetables all ‘meet’ their buds in the slow-cooker (pun intended)

Other ingredients:

Be careful with the slow-cooker because if you put too much liquid or salt in there, you can end up with a big watery, salty mess.

About one cup of red wine and one cup of vegetable or beef stock gets poured over the other ingredients

NO SALT-You already salted the meat and plus the stock has salt. You can always add salt later, but the only way to take it out is to start over!

About one tbsp of Herbes de Provence is sprinkled on top, as is some grinding of fresh black pepper.

Note:  If your stew is too watery, mix about 1/4 cup flour with water into a paste and then stir into the stew about 6 hrs into cooking. That’ll thicken her up.)

Sunday Food: Beef Stew

Beef Stew with mushrooms, parsnips and wine: Ready to go!

The whole shebang is mixed up, and that slow cooker turned on high.  For how long, you ask?  Until its done! (ok fine, 7-10 hrs, depending on temperature)

This is how I like to rock a slow cooker:  If I have time, I heat it up for about 2 hrs on high, then put it on low.  If I have less time, I keep it on high the whole time.

Sunday Food:  Beef stew with mushrooms, parsnips and wine

Beef Stew with Mushrooms, parsnips, and wine: cooked and ready to eat

Some Accompaniments:

Garlic bread or Whole grain Baguette

Green salad dressed with easy balsamic vinaigrette ( in a small bowl, wisk1 tsp of grainy french mustard, 1/4 cup of balsamic vinegar and 1/4 cup plus 1 tbsp of olive oil. Season with salt and freshly ground black pepper

Smashed Potatoes: Wash however many Yukon Gold potatoes that you want for how many people you have, cut in quarters, and boil/steam until fork tender in lightly salted water.  (I never put more than 2 or 3 inches of water when cooking vegetables as I want the vitamins in my body and not down the drain).  Pour off most of the water, and mash with cooking water, 2 tbsp of butter, 1/4 cup of milk, and 2 tbps of sour cream or cream cheese.  Add salt and pepper to taste.  Make-ahead: put in a casserole, sprinkle with cheese, and bake when you need it.

Enjoy your dinner. Tell me how it turned out!  Any requests for future Sunday Food?