We have one of of the best darn fruit and vegetable markets in the city a couple blocks’ walk from our house, and it also has notoriously awesome specials.
Over the weekend, I scored a $0.49 spaghetti squash and some Italian-style chorizo salame.
Putting the oven on 400, I then proceeded to cut the squash length-wise, scoop out the seeds, and pour a bit of olive oil all over. After a generous dousing of cracked pepper and coarser sea salt, I sliced about half of the stick of salame (although I definitely could have used the whole thing), and then cut it into smaller chunks before loading it into the scooped out halves of spaghetti squash.
I carefully put each half face down in a Pyrex casserole dish, but I think keeping them upright like you would with filled acorn squash would also work and retain the flavors of the sausage a bit better. The squash cooked in the oven for about 50 minutes.
I did end up breaking up the squash with a fork (spaghettizing it) and putting it all back in one of the casserole dishes before mixing up the seasoning and sausage throughout, but that just isn’t as pretty, although it did taste good.
This was our main course, and we enjoyed it with a side of raw baby spinach topped with slices of mozzarella, tomato, and basil leaves.
We have holy images and sacramentals in pretty much every room of the house, but I am so glad to have put this together last night, coincidentally the eve of the Exaltation of the Cross. Our toddler is already very interested in the oratory area, and it’s the first thing someone is liable to see when they walk in. I already have our television positioned so that it is (hopefully) the last thing, but maybe that’s wishful thinking. Unfortunately, we couldn’t figure out a good way for it to be ad orientem, but it is in the living room (it was either there or the library), and has so far helped to change the whole flavor of the room.
Here is the after in stages:
The items on or around the little oratory table include a San Damiano Cross; icon of the Madonna and Child and icon of Christ, each with candles in front of them; RSV Bible; (empty) flower vase, Lourdes water, Czech box with relic of St. Maria Goretti inside; and a large circular vase filled with rosaries. We already had everything but the green runner, however I did spend quite a lot of time moving things around. This is why I am a big fan of Command picture frame hangers – my 1800’s era house’s walls would be a total mess otherwise, as I tend to move things around pretty frequently.
The order of business for tomorrow is have our 2 year old help me cut some hydrangea blooms for the flower vase. At some point, we also might add an incense component, but it may be safer to burn some scented oil on the nearby mantle for the next while.
At one point, I vowed to Matt that I would never fall into Mom bloggery. My, how things can change…
Earlier this week, I had a day of Ridiculous Pinterestness, aided in these pictures by the superior ability to edit out the Leaning Tower of Laundry and, basically, what my house normally looks like during a work week. These moms with crazy backdrops in their houses specifically to photograph their creations just kill me, or I may be slightly jealous – it’s anyone’s guess.
First, I made a batch of some Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies, from the side of the King Arthur Flour, that I’ve raved about before. My devious theory to thwart gluttony results in this plan: I whip up the whole batch (it makes quite a lot without doubling) and then freeze half the dough in the deep freezer in our detached garage while baking the other half. That way, I have the open up three sets of doors plus the container before even starting to defrost the new container of dough. Yes, I know myself.
Later, when there seemed to be a bit too much clambering for television time and I couldn’t find any kid-friendly watercolor paintbrushes, I saw this recipe from Nurture Store. Our Playdoh has been all dried up for a while, so Autumn-scented dough sounded perfect.
Our toddler helped me measure and stir on a stool by our butcher block and over in the 1970s play kitchen, getting to finally use his kiddie Ikea utensils for something other than pretend. Instead of paint, I colored ours with food coloring, which made them nice and jewel-toned, although less brilliant, also substituting coconut oil for the vegetable oil the recipe calls for.
We made all four varieties – ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, and clove. Ginger had the most dazzling color, and nutmeg turned out to be the least attractive scent, which was a little surprising. In all, the play dough smells more like (clean, industrious) hippies than Bath and Body Works, but I’m good with that!
So far, we’ve been creating a good number of faces, houses, and churches, although guess what our two year old decided he wanted to make after amassing this number of ginger spheres in the container?
Lastly, as Matt was out of the house for a series of board meetings, I decided we could get away with smoothies and bananas for dinner. Best of all, our toddler was totally into the process. Our favorite flavor of late consists of one part ice, one part yogurt (I’m a big fan of Mountain High in the gigantic container), a single peach, and a couple of generous handfuls of raw baby spinach. The peach makes the drink plenty sweet, but some honey or agave nectar can also cut some of the possible bitterness from the spinach. When I served it with a straw, my toddler was sure it was green ice cream, and I agreed that it sure tasted a little like it. Thus, dinner became faux dessert, and it was good!
This past weekend we planted a couple of apple trees, a Gala and a Red Delicious, in our side yard, but, curiously, the domestic advancement that was most exciting to me was finally picking our eggplants (about 80 days from the time we planted our seedlings in the square foot garden) and making some Eggplant Parmesan with homegrown basil.
Between picking them and baking the dish, I embarked on the practice of sweating the eggplant – this was totally new to me, and really kind of neat. The claim is that the slices of eggplant will avoid any potential bitter tastes if you sprinkle them on both sides with course salt. It’s an optional extra step, but, since I was cooking a meal for five children to enjoy that evening, I wanted to make sure the eggplant would taste as appealingly as possible.
Mark Bittman recommends one hour, however I left them for a good two and a half hours while picking up my apple trees at the nursery and they turned out fabulously. Within minutes of distributing the salt, the eggplant slices started excreting brownish juices.
I had the slices of three eggplants to salt, and so I had them stacked on a cookie sheet with paper towels lining the bottom and between each layer. By the time I was disassembling the slices and preparing them to be put in the colander and rinsed off before the cooking the paper towels were completely soaked. This dehydrating process also made frying the floured slices in olive oil a much smoother, less splattery process, and, even though I rinsed the salt off of the slices, I did not apply any further salt to the dish. The seasoning was perfectly salted as-is.
It takes some pre-planning to get the timing right, but I definitely will be doing this every time I’m cooking with eggplant and it’s feasible.
Here is Mark Bittman’s Eggplant Parmesan recipe that I used. It’s a winner! Sure, eggplant shares the stage with cheese, but it really isn’t overdone, and I promise you won’t feel like you got dragged into an Olive Garden afterwards…
Back in December, Matt reviewed Fr. Pontifex’s The Symphony and the Static for the Integrated Catholic Life. I remember enjoying the listen-through via Dropboxed audio files, but who knows where they are… Meanwhile, a lot has happened since December 2013, including our rather verbal toddler becoming a Fr. Pontifex super-fan (Anytime we’re listening to something else, it’s a guarantee that we’ll hear “How about Fr. Pontifex?” from the backseat). We listen to Ordained constantly (skipping over a certain good song that’s very truthful and not very preschool-friendly), but, recalling how cohesive and well done we remembered The Symphony and the Static to be, we finally downloaded it off iTunes this past long weekend during our 2.5 hour trip from Central Kentucky back north to Cincinnati.
I am so glad we did.
Not only is there a more of a noticeably spoken word vibe to the whole album, but Yung PK brings another nice voice to several tracks. Go ahead and check out Matt’s review, and then drop some change for the album (also available on CD). Totally worth it.
(This is the last in a 1, 2, 3-part installment on our July road trip through Ontario)
On one morning in July when a little bit of work was being done to the cottage, we decided to head on a day trip to Madonna House in Combermere, Ontario. In an idyllic location not far from Barrie’s Bay and Algonquin Provincial Park, Madonna House, founded by Catherine Doherty, is a Public Association of the Christian Faithful. Home to a diverse group of lay people living Doherty’s vision for Christian living, as explicated by the Gospels, the members of Madonna House are faithful to the Church and engaged in the spirit of ora et labor in rural Ontario.
This visit, we only had the late morning to mid-afternoon to work with, but that was enough time to take a drive through the hills and re-explore the Madonna House shops (the gift shops) and Pioneer Museum. It’s worth mentioning that this area of Madonna House is home to the Cleanest. Outhouse. Ever. Perfect for the squeamish or the outhouse novice. Though I suspect that all the outhouses on the Madonna House premises are this nice. That’s part of what I find so attractive about this Christian community – the anarchy that is such a fixure in so many others, such as various Catholic Worker outposts, isn’t so apparent. If you read the letters of Dorothy Day and Catherine Doherty to each other, this sort of variance is central to their mutual admiration and occasional differences of opinion. At Madonna House, there are also brooms everywhere! Living in an old house myself, I know how difficult it is to keep it truly clean, so the community there really is a marvel to me, and many of their practical Old World European precepts can be incorporated in a family out in the world’s own Rule of Life.
*My mom took the pictures of the outside of the Madonna House shops – they ask that you refrain while inside – I’ll add them soon!