October 16, 2011

Lost for Words

Pink Floyd, The Division Bell 1994

On Arun's 1st birthday, I wrote this on his First Status Report:
I wanted to be a mother for a long, long time and he is everything I could have ever hoped for in a child. And more. He's so much more than I dreamed of that it takes my breath way. To have all of one's dreams and fears encapsulated in one tiny, beautiful human being is equally daunting and awe-inspiring. And I wouldn't change a thing.
And nothing has changed.

Well, that's not entirely true. This boy has progressed a bit.  We have even installed some hardware updates.


However, the software updates are all his own doing.


Overall, we are quite satisfied with our First DNA Project v6.

I am still in awe of the fact that someone in charge decided that I would get to be this boy's mother. In fact, I am still waiting for the product recall.

Happy birthday, Arun.  You are so sweet, kind, generous and thoughtful.  No worries, baby boy.  I won't tell a soul.  After all, I wouldn't want to ruin your street cred.

October 14, 2011

Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude:
When restaurants serve more than just food.

Note: Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude is a weekly feature about food, food and more FOOD. No, I do not necessarily want to be a food blogger, but I do LOVE to talk about food prep, cooking food, eating food and making sweet love to food.


Okay, maybe not the "sweet love" part. After all, this is not meant to be an homage to 9 1/2 Weeks.

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This is going to be a quickie Cheater Post. The Team of Chaos is out of school today and we are heading to Crown Center -- I am going to pick up my packet for the Waddell and Reed 5k, then we are going to check out the Hallmark's Vistor Center.

After we grab some grub at Fritz's Railroad Restaurant, of course.

Fritz's is a bit of a Kansas City institution. In the mid-1960s, Fritz invented (and patented) a food delivery system whereby the food is delivered directly to the table via a car and track system located above the tables. The food stops at the designated table, then is slowly lowered down to the table. You give your order directly to the kitchen using a phone at the table while servers handle the drinks. While Fritz initially resisted the "train theme", eventually he gave in and the rest is history.

I love going to Fritz's and as you would guess, so do the kids. But here's the thing: their food is not all that great. It's not bad, per se, but I would never purposefully go there for eating.  But man, that thrill of the CLUNK! when the metal arm slams down and you know your food is about to make its slow descent??

Folks, Pavlov was not just a man with a dog and bell.


This leads me to wonder -- what other restaurants do I go to for the entertainment value, rather than the food?? Immediately, I thought of two: The Top of the World restaurant in the Stratosphere in Las Vegas and the T-Rex restaurant.

I love, love The Top of the World restaurant.  It is situated 884 feet in the air, sits on the north end of Las Vegas Boulevard and revolves (I seem to remember it completes a revolution every 45 minutes)  The views are stunning and I always try to get our reservations just before the sun is setting.  Watching the sun set behind Red Rock Canyon while the Boulevard comes to life to the south and Fremont Street to the north cranks on their lights never ceases to amaze me.  Don't get me wrong -- the food is actually very good, but it is extremely expensive for what you get.  Truly, you are paying for that gorgeous view.

The T-Rex restaurant is another one that grabs me by the pocketbook.  Holy Zeus!  Their food is outrageously priced and frankly, just plain sucks.  However, the view of my kids' bright, gemstone eyes?

Yeah, you know the rest.

What say you, Gentle Reader? Any restaurants that lure you in using bait other than food?

October 12, 2011

Hey you

Pink Floyd, The Wall 1979

I never quite know what to say when I have taken a little bloggie vacation.  That I was too damned busy to post?  That I was in a blogging rut? That things have been so boring there is nothing to write about? Lies, all of  them. The truth is rather mundane.

I did not feel like posting.

Oh sure, I have been busy, but not any busier than anyone else and certainly not too busy to post.  And we are not bored -- just enjoying the gorgeous weather, reading books, enjoying the return of television (Hands down, Showtime's Homeland is my very favorite of the new shows this season.)  October, for us, is busier than the Christmas season.  With Arun's birthday and all of the Halloween and Fall festivities that we like to partake in, every weekend quickly gets booked.

In a good way.

So, I'm going to use the rest of this post for some housekeeping and tying of loose ends.  I have a more topical post coming tomorrow.........

1. Can Mishri and frequent commenter Olivia both email me, please?  I have a question of each of you and I have no contact info for you!  I am cagey333 on gmail.  Thanks!

2. Awhile back, Jodifur posted a wedding Shoe Friday edition which featured shoes from my sister Maureen's wedding.

3. A few weekend's ago, we had a photo session with my friend Dee of Dee Perrin Photography. We met at the Ernie Miller Nature center and walked around a bit.  Arun was in a spectacularly crabby mood and Anjali refused to let me style her hair, in addition to DRESSING HERSELF.  Sigh.  Dee managed to make some lemonade at the situation and I was so happy with the results.  My favorite shot is the very last one in the series -- the one of them sitting on the wall with their notebooks.  I brought the notebooks because I wanted to capture that particular image of them -- notebooks, paper and pens are an important part of our lives.  They are constantly drawing and writing -- in the car, in the house and even out and about.

4. Anjali began Pre-K and I neglected to post about it.  Bad mommyblogger! Bad!

I was worried about sending her off to Pre-K -- she is a July Birthday, which makes her one of the youngest and she had already been struggling emotionally and socially in her Preschool Class.  However, knowledge and skill-wise, she was ready for Pre-K and after consulting with her teachers and my own Teacher Friend LuAnn, we decided not to hold Anjali back.  And wow, am I glad for that decision.  She LOVES Pre-K, has already made several new friends and happily skips off to school every day.  Furthermore, she has latched onto Arun's Kindergarten homework and now, has nearly as many sight words as he does (score one for  Competition With One's Brother!)

Yes, Pre-K was the right decision.

5. Speaking of Arun....This is the view out of my windshield every morning at drop-off:

 He RUNS into the school and we have had more than one Extremely Stern Lecture about him opening his door to jump out BEFORE I have even stopped the goddamned car.  Can you say "heart attack", kiddos?

Yes, he LOVES Kindergarten and doesn't appear to have any issues (we have conferences next week - hopefully there will be no surprises!)  His bright, excited attitude makes me so happy and proud.  Still, I miss him - he's gone every single afternoon now.  And next year, will gone every single day. I haven't known how to wrap my head or heart around that, much less how to write about it here.

And so, I won't even try.

October 7, 2011

Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude:
Here's a Barbie even a feminist could love.

Note: Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude is a weekly feature about food, food and more FOOD. No, I do not necessarily want to be a food blogger, but I do LOVE to talk about food prep, cooking food, eating food and making sweet love to food.

Okay, maybe not the "sweet love" part. After all, this is not meant to be an homage to 9 1/2 Weeks.


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Last Friday, Manoj and I went to the American Royal BBQ. He knows a few of the members of the Burn Rate team and we had an invitation to their party tent.  The entire thing was just as much Awesome as you would expect.

For those of the Uninitated, the American Royal BBQ is a Major Deal here in Kansas City:
The American Royal Barbecue is the opening event of the American Royal and the season finale for the competitive circuit. Spreading over 20 acres in Kansas City’s historic Stockyards District, and with nearly 500 teams competing in four meat categories, The Royal is the largest barbecue contest in the world. Combine this with a barbecue-related trade expo, this four-day food festival is truly the “World Series of Barbecue.”
The scene was crazy. And huge - the equivalent of 10 football fields.  And smoky - besides the food part, apparently celebrating The Cigar was in order.  I didn't mind, though - I LOVE the smell of a good cigar.  And cheap, canned beer flowed like champagne.

Or something like that.

It was also the scene of many, many questionable fashion choices.
Run, pig, RUN.

A fiber-optic mohawk that actually twinkled like a Christmas tree.
And punk rockers everywhere weeped in shame.

Fortunately, the food more than made up for it.
Although, I do believe this qualifies as a complete Food Photography Fail. I never did figure out how to get good shots in that dimly lit, smoky tent. And then I got hungry which signaled the end of our photography session (obviously, the very best part of food photography is eating your subject.)  Speaking of shots, I had a Nickler shot with some fancy-pants vodka that was so pure, it tasted like water.  Which was sorta of scary so I limited myself to just ONE shot, lest the evening unravel into something that I couldn't blog about, much less REMEMBER.

Now, that's a fire!
That behemoth saw a lot of pork butt over the weekend.


Moaning Myrtle meets Simon Majumdar

That's some stellar Double Chin Action there, Kelli.  Also, would it kill you to use a blush brush just once? Anyway! Simon is a British author, Iron Chef judge and food blogger extraordinaire at Dos Hermanos.  He is buddies with one of the Burn Rate fellows and loves coming to the American Royal BBQ (which was featured in his book Eat My Globe (extract of that article is here).  We also found out that Simon is a desi via Calcutta , which always increases one's street cred in my book.  Y'all know how I love me some Indians.

Iconic.
I used to work at the Livestock Exchange building down in the stockyards. This smoky, ethereal installation never ceased to inspire me. Simple, beautiful and wholly representative.

Man, I love Kansas City.

September 30, 2011

Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude:
What's yours, is mine. And vice versa.

Note: Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude is a weekly feature about food, food and more FOOD. No, I do not necessarily want to be a food blogger, but I do LOVE to talk about food prep, cooking food, eating food and making sweet love to food. Okay, maybe not the "sweet love" part. After all, this is not meant to be an homage to 9 1/2 Weeks.

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Things are pretty busy now, but in a good way. I am keeping up with the food blogging, but hope to get back to my usual blathering about my sad little life here in the soul-sucking suburban prairie.

In the meantime, let us discuss the concept of ownership as it applies to recipes. The topic came up last week on my meal-planning post when Emily of Pantalones del Fuego pointed out that one of the recipes in my book had originated with her, and not the person to whom I had attributed it.  It wasn't a big deal, as Emily and I are friends.  And I apologized.  Sort of.

The thing is, I attribute recipes to the person from whom I actually received it.

It is Celeste's Baked Ziti....it is Caroline's Chicken Divan.  Even though I know both of the recipes were not created, per se, by them.

My understanding of recipe copyright and how I go about personally sharing recipes here is based upon the following tenants:

1) you can put a recipe on your site if you change the preparation instructions and credit the original source. You can't just print word for word.
2) once you change 3 ingredients, the recipe technically becomes "yours"

It turns out, I was a bit too strict.  Per ResearchCopyright.com, an ingredient list alone is not copyrightable, although instructions are:
If you take the list of ingredients (say for egg and olive salad) and write up, in your own words, how to make it, then, by law, you have an original recipe.

..... your list of ingredients cannot be copyrighted. The directions and other information can. Practically speaking, this allows every food writer in the world to publish traditional recipes, home cooking favorites and simple recipes. 
Oh, and all of those Pioneer Woman Haters will now have to find new reasons for their venom since it is obvious she is not breaking any laws.  You can now sleep at night, Ree. You're welcome.

I have always felt that I should refer to the cookbook author from whom I have gotten recipes. At a minimum, it is the polite thing to do, no?  However, this clarification makes me feel better that I am not breaking any sort of law.  Furthermore, I have two cookbooks in particular where I HATE their method of writing instructions  For example, my recipes for Pad Prik Kai (Thai Chicken in Red Chili Sauce)  and Kai Kratium (Thai Garlic Pepper Chicken) came from these cookbooks.  The original instructions were simply awful, but the end product is awesome and a part of my regular rotation for meals.  I got tired of digging through confusing steps and re-wrote their recipes for simplicity, for my own use.  And then I shared them with you, Gentle Reader

Because I love you like that.

Today, I am sharing a pumpkin erisheri recipe that was inspired by Maya Kaimal's Savoring the Spice Coast of India: Fresh Flavors from Kerala.  I've changed the instructions and fiddled with a few ingredients.  Namely, I substituted pinto beans for the mung beans - I just didn't feel all the work involved resulted in much difference in taste or texture.  And Manoj agreed.

Anyway!  This is essentially a pumpkin curry and I love that this is a recipe  from my husband's state of Kerala in India.  This is a dish that his own mother would have cooked and it makes me happy that my own kids will have cozy memories of this dish from their own childhood.  My mother-in-law died when Manoj and I had only been dating for a few months.  I never got to meet her and it still makes me sad that my children will never know her.



Pumpkin Curry (Pumpkin Erisheri)


Ingredients:
15 oz can of pinto beans, rinsed and drained
4 cups of fresh pumpkin cut into 3/4 inch cubes
1/4 cup grated unsweeetened coconut
1/4 tsp turmeric
1/4 tsp cayenne
1 and 1/4 tsp salt
2 tbs vegetable oil
1 tsp mustard seeds
2 dried red chilies

Coconut Paste:
3/4 cup of grated, unsweetened coconut

1 tbs chopped garlic
1 tsp cumin

1/2 tsp cayenne
1/4 tsp turmeric

Preparation:
1. For the coconut paste, place ingredients in a blender or food processor. Add 1/2 cup water or more and blend to the consistency of thick pesto. Set aside.

2. In a wide deep pan place the pumpkin, turmeric, cayenne, salt, and 1 and 1/2 cups water. Bring to a boil, reduce the heat, and simmer, covered for 10 minutes.

3.Add the pinto beans.  Continue cooking until the pumpkin is tender and a fork easily slides through (10-15 minutes.)

4. Add the coconut paste and stir to combine. Bring to a boil, then remove from the heat.

5. In a frying pan, heat the vegetable oil over medium-high heat. Add the mustard seeds and cover. When the mustard seeds begin to pop, toss in the dried red chilies and fry for a few seconds. Add the remaining 1/4 cup of coconut and stir constantly over medium-high heat until the coconut turns cinnamon brown and no white remains. Stir this into the cooked pumpkin and beans and heat the mixture until warmed through (add more water if it begins to dry out.)

6. Remove from the heat and check the salt. The curry should appear as chunks of pumpkin with a thick sauce.  Serve with white rice.

Note: This recipe can also be made with sweet potato and butternut squash. I like to mix the two because with the sweet potato, otherwise it is a little too sweet.