Sunday, October 21, 2012

Musings on Motherhood, Moo Shu and the Crock Pot

Becoming a mommy has become super-hip. Hot, young celebrities do it. They're falling all over themselves to have babies. Adopted celebrity babies are even hotter! Babies are chic accessories; like living dolls, you can dress them up and take them places they have no business being and papparazzi will fall at your feet. It's very glam.

Who are we kidding? Even if you can overlook the whole childbirth or adoption process, both mind-blowingly arduous in their own impossible way, without a staff of nannies and night nurses, it's hard to spot the glamour. And then kids! Don't get me started! Kids are decidedly less glamorous than babies. They develop independent interests and bizarre fashion senses and let's not even discuss their dining preferences. Playdates with wine for mommies (remember those!? Oh, those were the BEST!) and homemade pureed organics for babies give way to being berated over the contents of their lunchboxes while driving carpool, forced to listen to pop music that makes you feel a little dirty and afraid for the future while you try to manipulate the time/space continuum, mentally juggling the next five things on your to-do list to create a window big enough for a shower. Glamour has left the building.

Maybe I thought having a baby would be an adjunct to my life, as in "I am smart and successful. I am a writer and a good cook. I enjoy live music, wine, fine food, fashion, travel and books. And I have a baby." No. It goes like this: "I HAVE A BABY (or, BABIES, KIDS, WILD ANIMALS ROAMING MY HOUSE, etc.). I work myself to the bone, at home and/or otherwise. I used to do other stuff and I hope to again someday if only I could remember what it was." This, in my mind, is the world of the soccer mom. A world where your own needs have been subjugated by theirs to the point that you rise early every morning, to feed them and clothe them and ferry them about, leaving little time for yourself which is sort of alright because who has the energy? I always wanted to be a mom; I never wanted to be a soccer mom.

Nothing makes me feel more like a soccer mom than my crock pot. I don't care how trendy they've become, crock pots (slow cookers to some) are not very cool. They are not hip or sytlish, they are not edgy. I do not labor under the delusion that in the back of my favorite restaurant kitchen there sits a tidy row of crock pots chugging away. But, denying the greatness of a good crock pot recipe is akin to denying that I am, in fact, a soccer mom. Why fight it? I became a soccer mom so easily and effortlessly...I slipped right into it. My eldest girl tripped out of toddlerhood and into Kindergarten then - whoops! - right into soccer practice we all fell. Easy! Easy like a crock pot. And denying the excellent results of a good crock pot recipe would be just as silly as denying the excellent results of all the mommy-ing. Not easy, but good. Good kids. And happy. One good giggle from any of my three makes me happier than all of that stuff I can't remember was making me.

So, I'm going to stop whispering when I say "crock pot". For starts, I'm going to shout this one from the rooftops. My whole family likes Chinese food and this ridiculous crock-pot-tacular version made them all very happy. And by "all" I mean the 1-year old, the 3-year old, the 6-year old (especially that one) and the 35-year old (but he eats almost anything). The recipe is adapted from Southern Living but I've messed with it. Southern Living also suggested serving the chicken you're about to read about in tortillas as opposed to traditional Chinese pancakes but that's crazy so I ignored them and boosted the nutritional value way up by making these into lettuce wraps with lots of healthy things for garnish. Think vaguely-Asian tacos, if you will. If it's called a taco, my kids will eat it. It was very successful. Being a mom is all about the small victories. Maybe the glamour will come later.

This makes a big batch because why not? Cut it down if you like.


Moo Shu Chicken from the CROCK POT

Ingredients:
  • 3 lbs. boneless, skinless chicken thighs.
  • 1 T. olive or canola oil
  • salt & pepper
  • 2 medium white or yellow onions, chopped
  • 2-3 cloves garlic, peeled & smashed
  • 1/2 c. Hoisin Sauce (Chinese food aisle)
  • 1 T. Honey
  • 3 T. Soy Sauce
  • 3 T. Rice wine vinegar
  • 1 T. fresh ginger (I buy it minced in a jar...no need to struggle with the root for this recipe)
For serving:
  • 1 head bibb or flat leaf lettuce, like romaine
  • 2 red bell peppers, sliced into matchsticks
  • 2 cups shredded carrots
  • 3 green or spring onions (scallions), sliced into 1/2" pieces
  • 1/2 cup slivered or sliced almonds
  • 1/2 cup fresh cilantro leaves
  • Fried Wonton Strips (found them in my grocery store near produce with other salad toppings)
  • Siracha, if desired, for grown ups

Instructions:
Get your hands on a crock pot. Plug it in.

Season chicken thighs with salt and pepper. Heat oil in a skillet over medium high heat. Sear chicken thighs for about 2 minutes per side. While chicken sears, combine Hoisin sauce and the next 4 ingredients in a small bowl and stir. Place chopped onions and garlic in the crock pot. Place seared chicken thighs on top. Pour sauce over the top and give it a stir. Place the lid on the crock pot and set it to medium high (6 hours). Ignore it.

After about 6 hours, shred the chicken with two forks right there in the crock pot. It should be falling apart. Serve shredded chicken "taco-style" as lettuce wraps with veggies, etc. to garnish as you wish.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

That lady in the tub is right...this soup really IS going to be awesome

Once again, it's been a while since I've posted anything here on ye olde food blog, but don't worry...I've figured out why. A pattern has emerged. It would seem that whenever I have a baby, it takes me about a year to wrap my head around it and get back into the groove. Problem was, I failed to leave much more than a year between the second baby and the third pregnancy. Good times. Anyway, don't worry...no more babies are scheduled so I should be good to go here on The Butter Dish. I was thinking about you all the time, though, and I've saved up some good recipes for you. Plus, babies are awesome and I'm sorry if you've been hungry - and I totally appreciate the handful of you who have actually told me that you've missed the recipe posts - but the tiny babies really are worth all the trouble. Until they turn 3, at least. And sometimes, they bring unexpected rewards. Like soup.

Soup, you say? Babies don't bring soup! How so? Well, when you have babies, sometimes friends bring you food to save your husband and other children from starving while you struggle between feeding the baby, fits of sobbing and bouts of narcolepsy. But, if you're smart and lucky like I am, you've surrounded yourself with people who like food as much as you do and bring you really good food. When my sweet baby boy was born last fall, the friends did not disappoint. My Jen brought me awesome chicken burritos that her excellent husband, Greg, made for us; Courtney came all the way from Reston with her world-famous Shepherd's Pie because she is amazing; and then Erin showed up from right down the street with a batch of this life-affirming soup I'm about to tell you all about. It's soooo good. I loved it right away. I asked Erin for the recipe when I called to thank her, but it's pretty straightforward so I decided to take a crack at it before I even got my hands on the directions. I didn't get it quite right according to the recipe, but I really liked my result so I'm still using it and when I say "using", I really, really mean it because now that the weather is cool, it's all I can do not to make it every few days. Fortunately, no one is complaining.

It's a version of the traditional Tuscan soup known as Ribollita and, like a lot of amazing Tuscan food, it started out as a peasant dish meant to stretch a small amount of meat and make use of affordable and readily available staples like simple vegetables and day-old bread. It's hearty and wonderful and really good for you...not just healthy, but sort of soul-warming. Because I can never just do what a recipe says and I first attempted it without a recipe in front of me, my version skips the very traditional pancetta that gets things started in the Tuscan version in favor of the wicked umami saltiness of anchovy paste - which makes it even healthier, really - but mine is also bulked up by the addition of Italian turkey sausage, as was Erin's. So, I've skipped the pancetta and added sausage and tonight in Tuscany, somebody's Nonna winces like she's been kicked. Still, the soup's core ingredients of white beans, carrots, onions and leafy greens remain. Frankly, I think you can mess with this and make it your own and it would be very hard to screw up. Try it. I'd go through childbirth again for it, but, I'm a giver so you don't have to. Consider this your post-partum meal from your friend Kristin even if the hardest part of your day was mundane in comparison, because, honestly, I have three little kids now and the odds of me showing up on your doorstep with actual food anytime soon are pretty slim. Take what you can get.

Sorta Ribollita

Ingredients:
  • 2 T. olive oil
  • 1 medium white or yellow onion, chopped
  • 2-3 carrots, chopped
  • 2-3 celery hearts, chopped
  • 1 lb. Italian-style turkey sausage, casings removed
  • 3-4 cloves of garlic, peeled & smashed
  • 1 1/2 T anchovy paste
  • 2 T good, concentrated tomato paste (from a tube, not a can. Try Amore brand)
  • ground black pepper, to taste
  • 6 c. good chicken stock
  • 1 15 oz. can Canellini beans
  • 1 15 oz. can diced tomatoes
  • 2 bay leaves
  • 1 2" Parmigiano Reggiano rind (if you have it. It's traditional, but in this recipe, the anchovy paste does a lot of the work here)
  • 4 c. kale, coarsely chopped, heavy spines removed
  • 5 ciabatta rolls, split and toasted or any crusty, chewy Italian bread, torn or sliced and toasted
  • Grated Parmigiano (garnish)

Instructions:
In a large soup pot or dutch oven,heat the olive oil and sweat the onion, carrots & celery. Don't brown them. When onion is translucent, add the sausage and cook through, crumbling as you go. When turkey is close to done, add the garlic and continue to stir & crumble. Add the anchovy & tomato pastes and pepper. Stir to incorporate. Add chicken stock and next 4 ingredients. Stir, cover and simmer for about 30 minutes. Don't let it boil hard. Uncover soup and add chopped kale. Redule heat and stir. Cook uncovered for about 5 more minutes. While soup simmers, toast bread and rub with a garlic clove if desired. Remove bay leaves and cheese rind from soup. Place bread in bowls and ladle soup over bread. Serve immediately with grated parmigiano. Enjoy your suddenly improved quality of life...er...I mean, soup.