Thursday, 13 October 2011

Aside #9: Community Supported Agriculture Basket #2

October 2011

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Basket Number 2 (biweekly) arrived on Tuesday, right on schedule and placed in the picnic hamper on the back deck. 

Like Basket #1, it is full of greens and micro greens and vegeys. 

I had to go to the Bryson Farms site to research some of them, including the Carnival Squash (it is Soo colourful), heirloom leek, mustard greens, broccoli raab with flowers, Hakurei turnips, China rose radish, bok choy, choggia beets, Tuscan kale (can't really tell what type yet), green peppers, French shallots, potatoes (can't tell type) and lots of heirloom carrots.  



The site also contains suggestions on how to cook the products as well as some recipes.  I'm up tonight for the one below, from their website. 

 SmartCooks. 

Roasted Turnip, Shallots, and Apples:

1 large white turnip, peeled and chopped into ¾-inch cubes
2-3 shallots, peeled, lobes separated, each lobe cut into 4 wedges
1 large tart apple (like Cortland, Granny Smith, or Macoun) (not McIntosh as they will saucify), peeled, sides cut off the core and sliced into ¼-inch half-moons
1-2 Tbsp. olive oil
1 tsp. chopped fresh thyme (or sage)
Salt and pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 375°F.
Dump all the ingredients onto a sheet pan and combine with your hands until everything is coated in oil.  Don’t forget the salt and pepper.  Roast 20-25 minutes, until vegetables start to take on some color.  Flip them with a spatula and roast 20-25 minutes more, until the shallots are on their way toward burning but not quite there, yet. 
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SmartCooks Let's Bento!

October 2011 

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I've discovered Bento lunches or meals served Japanese style in a box!  I have a new cookbook.  A couple of new ipad apps. 8 new lunch boxes!  A whole new way of making lunches for work (and weekends!) And aesthetically so beautiful! 

What is Bento?

How did this happen?  Well, I'm a grazer.  A food grazer.  A book grazer.  A life grazer.  A website grazer too.  One day I happened to come across two sites -- Just Bento and Just Hungry -- and I was hooked by the variety, portion sizes, attention to detail and health benefits.  And the bento boxes are adorably cute too :) ahhh More on those in a minute. 

I made a number of recipes from the Just Bento cookbook pictured on right above -- quinoa with vegetables, shredded carrot and turnip with lemon juice, radish and cucumber with lime --  and totally loved it.  The food is perfect for me.  Again, the benefits of cooking dishes on a Sunday night that will last most of the week is perfect.  I will keep a list in a future post so I remember what I did. And, congratulations to author Makiko Itoh for a beautifully photographed book, good glossary, and lots of information on how to Go Bento!

My favourite Bento box -- Ojyu box -- with its drawstring lunch bag pictured below, left.

Both blogs that I found seem to be written by young, health-conscious women.  If you browse deeper into Just Hungry, you will discover like I did that the writer of that blog has a personal site where she discloses she is undergoing some serious health problems i.e., chemo... uterine cancer.  But she is carrying on with her life for which I give full marks and wish her all the very best as she moves through a difficult year.  

As I explored the sites I discovered, not surprisingly, both a philosophy and science behind bentos.  There are very cute bentos, highly decorated 'artistic' bentos with cute characters like Hello Kitty! and small bunnies that are so popular in Japan.  I think they're cute but definitely not me.  I've also had many a basic bento box that you see in restaurants both there and here.

But I prefer the simple, healthy bentos called "shoshoku" that have become popular in some parts of Japan, with the focus on traditional Japanese foods,organic food, fresh vegetables and whole grains.  Some are macrobiotic and vegan or vegetarian.  They date back to the vegan cooking developed by Zen Buddhist monks, and I certainly some of that when I was in Japan a decade or so ago. 

Why Bento?

I've decided to give Bento lunches a whirl for a number of reasons, as follows: 
  • It will guarantee a healthy lunch because I plan them carefully and incorporate vegetables and vegetarian choices as much as possible. 
  • Bentos incorporate a variety of foods in small quantites so the calorie count is around 400-600, depending on the size of the bento box (I have samples below). 
  • There are so many intriguing recipes to choose from.  The recipe book is choc-a-bloc crammed with healthy examples, with layouts shown, and the bloggers have tons more examples they are sharing with the world. 
  • Prep time is about 20 minutes the night before or morning of... more than that ... well, then I'm just overdoing it. 

  • The food layouts are so attractive.  I always open up the bento box and marvel at how 'pretty' it looks.  It makes for a great lunch.   
There's also a real science behind meal planning.  I copied an example of a weekly meal planner for bento lunches.  I have not followed it to the letter of course as I'm not as fond of fish as most Japanese are but, nonetheless it is a good guide. 

And, if you're getting the impression I'm somewhat maniacally organized (about some things), you guessed it.  But look at the planner below! The Just Bento site has templates that can be downloaded and printed but don't think I'm quite going there.  The Just Bento book, however, breaks down each of the bentos in time allotments and claim no more than 20 minutes per bento box.  I did a marathon Sunday night of four dishes for a couple of hours so that would work out to be just about right. 


Bento Preparation

The past two weeks, I've focussed on making
rice paper spring rolls, filled with a luscious array of julienned vegetables and micro greens from my Community Agriculture Box, avocado, leftover turkey, cranberry sauce, green goddess dressing etc. They have been crunchy and delicious.  The picture at left shows the array of vegeys.  With a mandoline they took no time at all to prepare and I got enough vegeys to last 3 or 4 days of spring rolls. 


The bento box at right shows the finished product, with turkey/vegey spring rolls, some radish sprouts, yellow heirloom carrots and homemade pickles.  All yumm.  BTW, this box is called the "Shikiri", which means 'divider' in Japanese.  The Shikiri Bento includes more inner dividers than any single bento box on any of the sites. I took out some to fit the spring rolls but, in general, I find this one has a LOT of functionality. It's also kindof retro '80s style in design and looks so works for me. 



This weekend, I will get a bit more adventurous for the week with some sushi rice balls, with some meat (like chicken or a small meatball) stuffed in the middle.  The Just Hungry site gives detailed instructions, and admonitions to use sushi rice, called " " and not sticky rice or other such substitutes.  I also have some dried seawood (Husband goes Yuck at this point) which is absolutely superb as a snack and loaded with vitamins and minerals. 

This weekend, I will also try a recipe for yellow onions, cooked with classic nanban sauce.  Here's the recipes for the nanban sauce and onions below.  I've tried the sauce before and LOVE it. You can use it on vegeys or as a dip.  It's fast and flavourful. There's a photo and detailed descriptions on the Just Hungry site. 

Bento boxes

KomamonyoIn a word, they are just the 'best'.  I spent hours trolling about websites like Bento and Co,, and J-List, and ordered bentos from both of them.  Most bentos cost between $7 and $30 dollars.  I found my ultimate Bento called "Komamony" (picture left) at both stores but balked at the price of $215!  I'm showing it though because it seems quite special, almost a work of art.  Don't know how practical it would be for going back and forth to work.

I bought a selection of bentos that seem to fit my cooking lifestyle.  I'm showing some of them below.  I've tried 3-4 of them now and am very satisfied with the ease of storage and carrying.  Most come with a band to wrap around the box and hold it snug, a pair of chopsticks and a bag to carry the lunch.  I bought western style bags but if I wanted a true Japanese experience I would have opted for a square cloth that is tied around the bento.  I haven't quite gone that far .... yet. 

Pictures of bentos below
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Ojyu Bento
The Ojyu bento is left.  It's two tier and large.  Salad in bottom portion, spring rolls in the top and oodles of room left over.  I use it a lot and it could be used for appetizers as well at a party.  Also pictured above as is my current favourite!






I also bought some "Zen" Bento boxes (right), various shapes and sizes.  They are stainless steel, quite utilitarian and sturdy.  For some reason, I chuckled thinking that they would be right at home on a construction site, like the one in FlashDance (don't ask me why).  I pictured Jennifer Beals biking around town in her warm-up socks and a Zen Bento stuffed into her backpack.  Anyway, they are quite nice.  



Picnic Style Lacquered 3 Tier Bento Box with Chopsticks & Elastic Band ~ Lucky Animals Then, for some reason, I got captivated by the one at left.  It's a 3-tier, picnic style bento with chopsticks cunningly fitted into slots at the top of the box. I thought it looked quite different BUT what I didn't realize, however, was it has "lucky bunnies" and other animals on it.  That one is destined as a gift to an age appropriate person. 






ASCII Art Bento - 2-tier Tight Box KITA~This one pictured right is a favourite though, and not just because of the "A", eh? It's actually called an ASCII Art Bento.  It is compact, 2-tier and doesn't hold as much as the others, say a small salad and one spring roll plus a few carrot sticks.  It also comes with chopsticks and an adorable carrying bag.  







CUSTOM MODE Blue Volume 2 tier Bento Box with ChopsticksThis one (right) is long and lovely, called the Custom Mode (unsure why) but I don't find it as functional.  It's clever though as the black strap at top snaps on the bottom tier holding it snug.  The chopsticks are tucked under the black strip.  I haven't used that one yet. 







Red WAON Bento Box Set ~ Square 2 tier Bento Box & Chopsticks & Bento Bag
The one, pictured left, is 2-tier Waon red Bento box set.  It comes with band to hold it, chopsticks and the cute little bag you can see in the picture.  I use this one quite a bit as well as I find it a good size.  It comes with a drawstring cloth bag.  Many bentos come with  'furoshiki' which is a cloth or napkin that holds the box and chopsticks (some are pictured above when I talked about Why Bento?  The Bento and chopsticks are placed in the centre of the furoshiki and then the cloth is tied in a knot. It's very cute.  Frequently the bags are decorated to match the bento. Some look more like lunch bags.  I got a good mix of them in my orders.  I avoided the anime characters that are so popular in Japan.  

DX Bento Special Gift Box Set  ~ YUZEN Lacquered Bento Box & Band & Chopsticks & Bag

And finally, the Bento box set on the left is quite special -- DX Bento with Yuzen lacquer and in a gift box.

I fell for it because it reminded me of tradtional Japanese kimonos and one in particular. 

An aside:  Let me explain.  One of the scenes of Japan (Kyoto actually) that stands out in my mind is from 1997 when I was coordinating communications on climate change at the UN Conference on Climate Change. 

Picture this.... 10,000 delegates crammed into Kyoto.  Each country delegation has to have its own space to meet and work.  The Canadian delegation was crammed into a basement room at a hotel just across from the main Conference Centre.  It was too small and hot, the technology wasn't perfect and computers kept breaking down etc.  The noise level was deafening, frantic, frenetic energy and competing agendas.  The stress level was palpable. 
One afternoon, to escape the chaos, I slipped out into the hallway and watched, in total amazement, as a bride-to-be and her entourage of 30 attendants emerged from the salon across from our delegation room.  She was dressed in the most exquisite kimono/gown (like the bento box picture) I had ever seen (later in Tokyo I found more in a department store where they ranged from $10K to $50K (that's U.S. 1997 dollars).  Multiple layers of make-up were on her face and hands and her hair was piled and pinned with an intricate tortoise shell hairpin. 

I called into the delegation room for folks to calm down.  As if on cue, the delegation folks turned to look and, voila, the noise level dropped to total zero -- silence -- as we watched the Bride being ushered along the corridor.  It looked like part of a solemn ritual.  She passed, and, presto voila, the noise level rose to its deafening crescendo again.  Sigh.  

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Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Aside #8: Ode to Fall 2011


October 2011.  Thanksgiving Weekend Ode to Fall. 

Back to recipes in the next post. 

I had to pause and reflect on the weather. Canadian weather is a national past-time and this post is my contribution to the glories of autumn weather in centretown Ottawa. If I blink, the weather will have changed for the worst so I'm writing this now.    

It's hard for me not to notice the weather.  Both neighbours monitor it frequently vigilantly, for different reasons.  The elderly neighbour on one side has two types of weather events -- "great" or "terrible".  Her general spirits are highly dependent on which of the two types dominate on a given day.  Great weather is when she is able to garden in her tiny, perfect backyard oasis and be outsdoors as much as she wants.

 She's in her mid-80s but spry and flexible like a 20-year-old doing burpees as pictured left.  Why would that thought cross my mind? (Editorial aside:  Unlike moi of course who can only manage two burpees while others around me do half a dozen .... Practice, flow, practice, flow.  ... yes, MG). 







Anyway, leaving me aside, the point is that my 80-year-old neighbour is happiest when she is able to squat and tend her garden for hours at a time.  This is amazing, given that a year ago she had to garden rigged out with a belt and a portable intravenous line dripping antibiotics into one of the arteries at the base of her throat to counter a bad infection in her foot.  She became a frail skeleton by the time the doctors decided surgery was necessary. Thankfully, she recovered nicely and this year the garden has thrived under her daily care.  And the weather has been a great boon. 

The neighbour on the other side has hooked up a personal computerized home weather monitoring system onto the back of his deck that a marvel to behold.  His motive seems to be more scientific or intellectual curiousity and nifty software programs but, nonetheless, ability to monitor the weather surrounds me. 

And what a weekend to monitor! Spoiler alert:  This section will be a sappy ode to the weather that was on Thanksgiving Weekend 2011.  But, it was truly the best.  My favourite time of the year.  Many people drove, walked, hiked, biked, or skated up in the Gatineau Hills visible in the distance and I'm positive the views, colours and tableaux were exquisite.  But Husband and I decided on a autumnal viewing via bike along inner city bike paths, the river and the canal that are almost literally next to our home. 

The results were stunning.  Barely a five-minute bike ride away from the house, the picture-perfect panaramic views began.  The burning bushes were the first "must-stop" along the bike trail just over the train track bridge near our place.  Even with a crummy blackberry camera and late afternoon sunshine, the colours were spectacular. 

A little further along was Perfect Bush, one of many scenes viewed right along the river and bike path. 

As we rode along, I could hear dogs barking, or least I thought they were dogs.  Turns out they were Canada geese barking orders at each other.  Suddenly, and before the camera could be readied, a perfect V-shaped gaggle of 8-10 geese appeared above the bushes directly over Husband and swooped in on final approach for landing on the grass next to him.  The grassy slopes near HogsBack Falls were obviously the night Rest Stop as this particular group joined 100 or more other buddies already at rest which is true to form as apparently, "manicured parks, lawns and golf courses, bordering ponds or waterfront areas, provide an ideal grazing habitat for geese" according to the City of Ottawa Canada Geese site. The second "must-stop" happened at that point.  I tried for a bb pix but there were too many shadows.  Husband walked up to them and, en masse, they turned their backs to him and slowly ambled away, not the slightest bit perturbed at human presence. Obviously we were not the first to be amongst them.  

Wish I liked them more... I find them mostly dirty grubby creatures in need of birth control to control population growth and size of flock...  The fact that EACH one of them can eat up to 4 lbs of grass a day and drop 2 lbs of, ummm, fecal matter the same day, also kindof puts me off them big-time.

Actually, the sight of Canada Geese brought back a funny/not so funny memory.  In another posting, I talked about MortCat and his many cat lives that he burned through at regular intervals.  Geese was one such moment.  Recall that we lived in the country, with MortCat the mouser patrolling the acreage for signs of mouse-life or other critters to torture. There were no homes built around us at that point and across the street was a marshy bog with many trees.  One night, MortCat was out doing the rounds and I happened to hear lots of barking, the sky visibly darkened, and I looked skyward to see literally thousands of Canada geese in final approach to settle in the marsh for the evening.  There was much ruffled honking and horking amongst them as they settled in.  

MortCat was, of course, the ultimate curious kitty.  I watched in horror as his little black and white body tried to sneak along the ditch to sniff a couple of the creatures grazing there.  At that point, everything moved in slow motion.  I began to run toward him and the geese yelling "No.... No" or something equally brilliant.  

As I'm running, one of the Geese creatures rose up tall, wings spread to their fullest extext, prepared to defend its family and habitat. At full height, it was literally 5-6 times larger than the dumb curious kitty inching toward it.  Not to mention the dumb banshee-wailing human also headed that way. A second geese-y type hovered in the air prepared to dive-bomb the unsuspecting cat.  I ran faster. I'm not sure how I did it but I got to the cat and scooped him up just as I was rushed at by Ground Goose, wing wildly aflapping yelling at me/us to get the h--- outta there.  Glad to oblige.  MortCat and I headed for the safety of the house at full speed.  In hindsight I'm not sure how we both survived not being attacked.  So, I've been leery of Canada Geese ever since...

Back to the autumn evening ramble.  The third "Must Stop" was just around the corner from the Canada Geese and involved two majestic, unruffled Royal White Swans (originals were courtesy of herself, QE2, in 1967). 

It turns out these swans are one of the two types of Rideau River Swans that delight residents and tourists in Ottawa from May until October. I assume the Swan family was making the most of one of the final glorious weekends before they are rounded up and taken to their winter quarters called, wait for it, "Swan House".

These are "mute" swans and, true to their name, they didn't have a swan song for us and stayed (mostly) still for a series of pictures while keeping a watchful eye on their River Swannies (Husband tells me the correct term is "cygnets").  And one of them is obviously a "she" or "pen", while the male is called a "cob". 


They mate for life, can live for up to 30 years and will snack on spinach, lettuce and alfalfa sprouts.  Go figure....

Trivia lesson now done, onward we rode, across bridges and down paths heading for a neighbourhood street that runs along the canal with Zero Traffic except pedestria and gorgeous homes.  I salivated over a number of a small-ish (I'm sure expensive) bungalows.  I passed a bench and took a picture, not because I like benches, but  because a) no graffiti on the bench; b) it was in good condition; and c) the garbage bin was not overflowing with refuse.  Contrast that with many benches and trails I have passed in other cities in Canada, the US or elsewhere and I again have to marvel at the Canadian-ishness of it all. 

The final stretch of the 10K ramble found the best scenes.  As I rode along the streets where folks were unpacking their cars and vans from the long weekend trips or simply out for a walk with or without pooch, I chanced upon two scenes, both of which summed up the Thanksgiving weekend for me.  The first was a clump of flowers blooming along a fence.  They were perfection personfied, delicate looking, colourful, leaning toward the evening sunshine. October in Ottawa, say what?



We rode on and not long before we came upon the final "must stop".

It was for the view of a tree kissed by colour along its top-most branches and only brushed lightly by hues of red down its side.  I remembered scenes of youth when we had to gather different types of leaves, put them between two pieces of wax paper and trace them for class.  It was always a competition to find the the reddest, most perfect, specimen of a leaf and preserve it enough to get it home and then to school the next day. 

I want to give that tree another week and I'm sure it will be flaming red.  Hopefully, the 5-day rain event that's in the offing won't strip the trees of too many leaves. 

Fingers crossed that next weekend I'll be able to perhaps still be biking and do the Ramble Encore and see how the autumn is progressing.  That is, if snow hasn't arrived before then.

Anyway, Enjoy.  




Monday, 10 October 2011

Aside #7: Message to Unconscious Be-ings

October 2011.  Thanksgiving weekend.  


Yep, I'm going to write this and get it out of my system.  No one has to read it.   I could right-hand drawer it but I'm not going to do so.  It's funny/pathetic/maddening depending on the way it's read.   No photos though I'm sorely tempted.  


So, there I was for the dozenth time this summer, sitting outside on our front steps on Thanksgiving evening admiring the warm Fall of 2011, housecoat only, bare feet, my ever faithful dog/cat Spice sitting next to me silently meowing.  Weather is perfect.  Still, leaves starting to turn to their autumn foliage.  Idyllic, perfection time for reflection ... full stop.  


Except it's 3 a.m and most Sane People are asleep.  But there I sit fuming and glaring across the street at the Unconscious Be-ings partying in their driveway.  For the nth time this perfect summer and fall.  Why Unconscious Be-ings? Because I figure that no one in their right mind could be sooo stupid and sooo selfish and sooo inconsiderate of others that they would consciously decide to party... fight ..... argue ... talk loudly about petty, inane little lives and jealousies at 3 a.m. nearly EVER SINGLE NIGHT.  Be-ings being one below human level that is.


Now, a caveat.  In my youth, which some of you will recall, I was nooo saint.  "I party/we party was a verb at one point in my life and I declined this verb merrily.  But a) it was infrequent verbing; and b) we invited all the neighbours and warned them well in advance.  If it was problem, we changed the date.  We never had any police problems ... maybe once but that was because we called them (long story, another time).  


But back to my point ... every night? every single frigging night? The Be-ings are better than an alarm clock.  2:55 a.m.  I snap awake as a van arrives to drop them off and I speculate (for the millionth time) that they must be a band or groupies or whatever.  There is much loud conversation as the van idles in the driveway or on the street with Unconscious music blaring.  As the van leaves, there is loud honking and hootering among the beasts.  A Unconscious Be-ing at the helm of the van... Just great.  Thankfully none of us are driving the streets of Ottawa at the same time.    


The other Unconscious Be-ings usually retreat to the front or side steps of their lair.  A few nights back, one of them trips going up the stairs, falls noisily and laughs hysterically.  I secretly thrill at the thought that she may need a tetanus shot and stitches in the morning when the drugs wear off and she sobers up!  Nasty thought.  


Then, as if on cue the dog barks  ... the poor, poor creature ... to go out for a moment and then barks to go back in.  If the Unconscious took a double dose of their Unconscious pills or whatever they're on ... the dog will bark for a loooong time before one of the Be-ings becomes conscious enough to let it back in.  I've even walked across the street (yes, in my housecoat and bare feet) to see if I can get the creature (the dog I mean) and bring it back to our house for the night.  The dog just barked more hysterically ... but enough to rouse the Unconscious to let it in. 


But usually, the Unconscious retreat to the upstairs outdoor den/balcony.  There's even an elliptical training bike on the balcony and Once, just Once, one of the Unconscious used it for a moment to burn a Calorie and then hopped off.  Harrumph.  (I borrowed that joke from a friend... I still can't get the image out of my mind.) 


At 3 a.m. there's never any loud music (I decide that the Unconscious obviously had enough earlier in the evening).  They obviously believe "They" are The Fascinating Ones and their voices are their music.  Whatever.  From the weeks of listening to every word of their conversations (except when they all talk overtop of each other as the various drugs/alcohol kick in), I could write a book on all the sordid details of their sorry little lives.  Except why bother ... who cares who is zooming whom (the typical topic).  The only ones who care are other Unconscious Be-ings and probably can't read anyway so why would I write it.  


If it's a really bad Unconscious style evening, one of the Be-ings who has an earpiece implanted in his brain goes for a walk up and down the street.  He stalks back and forth bleeting expletive deleteds loudly into the night air.  He's the Violent Unconscious Be-ing.  Of course he has a Dog.  


The most bizarro/sad/disturbing/rage-inducing scene I witnessed this summer was Angry Unconscious Be-ing (Dog guy) in the driveway yelling at the Dog as an Amazon Drunk Woman strode past with two male minions stumbling along behind her like hyenas in heat sniffing after the estrogen-producing female.  Suddenly, the Amazon stops and bellows at the top of her considerable lungs:  "Stop abusing the f----- dog.  I saw him (The Violent Unconscious Be-ing I assume) kick it in the ribs."  Her ever-faithful minions try to coax her along the street to avoid an altercations.  She turns on her pack and exercises her lungs again:  "Don't f-----ing tell me what to do.  I know what I saw.  If I see something wrong, I say so."  She then turns back to take on the Be-ings and loud shouting ensues.  


I drift back into Unconsciousness myself and miss the end of that particular drama.  Next morning, I write one of many "Notes to Unconscious Be-ings" but I don't put it in their door, fearing a chance encounter of the bad kind.  On a couple of occasions, the police did show up, once 3x in one night, on one particularly ugly evening where there many fights and arguments taking place.  But even the police presence barely deters them.   


Actually, I thought we in the clear.  One evening not long ago all the lights were on and burly guys were throwing out a lot of furniture and junk onto the front lawn.  Angry Unconscious One and his brain implanted earpiece were screaming obscenities about:   "What the f---- does this mean?" into the airphone.  I/we/celebrated that they were being evicted and life would return to a normal Pleasant Valley Sunday neighbourhood.  I threw out all my Notes to Door.  


Alas and alack, it was not to be.  The Unconscious either procreated or cloned.  Girl Unconscious ones.  Mean Girl Unconscious Ones.  They've resumed the same evil patterns, bringing home male members of their species and "talking" all night on the balcony.  Last night, it was 3 a.m. until 5:45 a.m. when I figure they either decide to, ummm, "mate" (Spoiler alert:  Nasty sentence ... the expression "screw your brains out"... well, Unconscious Be-ings already did that.... maybe they should trying "screwing their brains in."  End of nasty sentence.    


Lots of you reading are saying:  "Just close the windows."  Yup, can do if it's cool enough.  It's an older home and air conditioning on 2nd level doesn't work well for hormonally challenged females with an internal temperature already set permanently on high... so I can't sleep without the night air.  Husband, already a notorious insomniac, does middle bedroom cocooning with window shut.  


Then there are those of you saying:  "Call 311 and report it as a noise violation... every night".  Another wise piece of advice.  I have decided to do this.  Funny the neighbours don't really hear the noise ... better air conditioning, barriers, white noise makers, elderly, exhausted young parents with children.... it's only the old broad with zero hormones who rages silently sitting on the front steps.  Nice weather eh?   


As I sit at 3 a.m. on the front steps watching the Unconscious drama unfolding, I chuckle about setting up the BEST speaker system available on their front porch around 8 a.m. each morning and playing a selection of great music:  Iron Butterfly "In a Gadda-da-vida", Chambers Brothers "Time has Come Today", Rolling Stones "Wipe Out", "Get Off of My Cloud", and "You Can't Always Get What Want",  and Jefferson Airplane "White Rabbit."  Way cool.  I know students and noise are a problem in these downtown neighbourhoods.  I was sad to hear that a friend/mentor of mine has given up on the students and sold his absolutely exquisite Victorian house not far from us because of boarding-house noise (with speakers set on front lawns) and is moving into the really settled part of centretown.  


But, hey, I just read that a cold weather spell is in the offing with six days of rain.  Ahhh, sleep.  Perchance even to dream.  Got that out of my system.  


Peace Unconscious Be-ings. 











Monday, 3 October 2011

SmartCooks Healthy Egg McMuffin-ish Breakfasts

October 2011

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Let's talk about Breakfasts.  The most important meal of the day.  Yada yada. 

I eat Breakfast.  Every day.  But I hate preparing breakfasts.   I don't do cereal (milk, bleech).  Bread carbs are bad supposedly.  South Beach, Dukan, Bernstein.... diets generally frown on carbs or recommend low-carb/carb products. Have you tried no-carb pita (don't).  Yogurt and berries in a smoothie don't hold me past 11 a.m. and then I'm ready for lunch.   

Plus, to add to my own personal stress-o-meter, I was determined to find a healthy and substantive Breakfast offering and cook it in bulk so that it would last all week i.e., get up, get a coffee, the grab-n-go meal (warmed up if needed), the ipad and the half dozen newspaper I download every day and hunker down to read and munch quickly and in not messily.  

Tall order.  I Google-d for awhile and found a recent set of Ottawa Citizen recipes for On-the-Go Breakfasts for fall i.e,. getting kids off to school in the mornings with no muss, no fuss.  The feature had waffles, oatmeal and burritos and none of those were tempting.  But the recipe for sausages and eggs gave me an idea so I took the recipe as a base and modified it almost completely. 

And, oh yeah, Sunday was such a crummy day it seemed a perfect opportunity to tackle the assignment before me.  


The movie ''Julia and Julie'' was playing on Channel 62 as I cooked -- how ironic -- as Husband pointed out to me a few times that day as he watched in amazement at the cooking frenzy.


ADD girlcat Grace yelled at the TV movie incessantly from her perch at the back deck window.  She has her own Kitty DVD that she asks me to play all the time (usually by yowling and pawing at the TV).  I finally turfed her from the kitchen and shut the French door.  So then it became 3 pathetic little faces staring through the glass.... sigh .... spoiled much?  Of course, they got an outing. 


SmartCooks Healthy Sausage and Egg McMuffins 


Ingredients

The recipe is for 16 muffins.  I made 12 muffins, low-fat, so modifications follow in the step by step after the recipe.  

Original Recipe
  • 16 slices wheat bread, crusts trimmed
  • 1/4 cup (60 mL) butter, melted
  • 16 ounces shredded cheddar cheese
  • 1/2 pound (275 g) sausage meat, cooked and drained  
  • 7 eggs
  • 3 cups (750 mL) milk 
  • 1/2 teaspoon (2 mL) onion powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon (2 mL) Dijon mustard
  • 2 chopped scallions, optional
  • 1 chopped red bell pepper, optional
Directions (modified for 12 Healthier, lower fat McMuffins): 

Preheat oven to 375 F (190 C). 

Note to Self:  Suggest using bifocals when setting oven temperatures.  There is definitely a difference between the Convection Oven button and the Bake Button.  I caught this one in time but ruined beets later in the day.  sigh

I cut the crusts off 12 pieces of sunflower and flax brown bread and used a rolling pin to flatten them.

I then brushed the bread with about 1/8 cup of low-fat margarine.  






I then pammed the muffin tins and cut cut the bread into a circle.  I spent 10 useless minutes trying to find my pastry cutter but remembered it was one of the kitchen tools I threw out in a downsize moment.  So I substituted a Plain Old Glass.  It cut a perfect circle.  Press the circles in the muffin tin to form a crust.  

Cook the sausages in a frying pan (pammed).  I used two sausages from St. Paul's Farmer's Market.  One sausage (left picture) was sundried tomato and basil; the other was turkey and apple.  

I shredded 12 ounces of  Blue Menu BlobBlaws cheddar cheese.  I set aside about 1/2 cup (125 mL) for sprinkling at the end.  


Sprinkle the cheese and the crumbled sausage in each bread-lined cup. I found I still had a lot of cheese left over (see troubleshooting below).  

The next step was to whisk the eggs, milk, onion powder and mustard together (see right).  

I used 6 eggs, half egg/half egg whites.  The milk was skim. I didn't skimp on onion powder or Dijon mustard ... used what they said.  

Carefully pour the egg mixture into the cups.  
2nd Note to self:  a level surface would have helped here... not on the stove burners.  Ahem.


Add scallions and red peppers, if using. Sprinkle with remaining cheese.  I didn't skimp on either scallions or red peppers.  



Cover loosely with tin foil and bake for 30 minutes. Uncover and bake 15 minutes more.  I found it wasn't done yet and set timer for an additional 10 minutes.  














Cool completely, then store the McMuffins in the refrigerator in an airtight container until ready to use.  I put six in the freezer for later this week and six in the frig for daily consumption. 


That way, if I'm tired of them by Thursday, I won't take the package out of the freezer. The container on left contains 3 days' worth of breakfasts for me.  If I decide to eat yoghurt or zucchini bread, then I will cut back to one.  



That was it.  It all worked EXCEPT for two issues .... 


1) Maybe my muffin tins are small or I didn't cut back enough on ingredients going from 16 to 12 but whatever.... I had a cup of leftover batter and ingredients after filling the tins.  So I put the rest in a Pammed bread loaf pan and cooked it separately.  (Steak and eggs for dinner anyone).  


2) The cooking times were way off.  Again, I'm not sure if it was because I had the extra loaf pan in there but after I removed the foil, I let the McMuffins go for an additional 10 minutes and the loaf for 30 minutes more. The key is the nicely browned tops so I used look as the test.  

BTW:  I really enjoyed Breakfast today.  SmartCooks McMuffins are delicious.  

Later, SmartCooks