In November last year right before Thanksgiving day. My household was excited. I was excited about spending time with family, relaxing and all the delicious food to inhale. My husband was excited about his upcoming cooking marathon. Marian was excited about preparing her own dish for
thanksgiving. Our son was intensely researching the web for a elaborate pasta dish to have on the menu.
Yet the big day became more hectic, fast and challenging, at least for me the closer it got.
You see the past holidays in our household have flown by quite smoothly. I would credit this to my "Dear Husband" and his passion for food & a detailed presentations. You see DH loves to cook so for the past 18 years he prepares a elaborate menu that he formulates throughout the year. I do part of the shopping a few days before with a extensive time consuming lis that he prepares. I am grateful for girlfriends who enjoy cooking and shopping and tell me where to find the best deals.
Knowing that are up and coming chief wanted to prepare a dish for the holidays I asked her what did she want me to add to the shopping list. "A porkloin" she said beaming. I was surprised by her request. She informed me that on a recent outing with one of my girlfriends (who loves cooking and shopping) the girlfriend had bought a porkloin and told Marain how she was going to prepare it. I added it to my list.
Later that day I met up to shop with my helpful friend. I informed her that along with all that DH requsted that Marian had a request too. She smiled at Marian's request and was not surprised. My friend chose a porkloin for me. Since my diet is mainly veggies and fish, I needed her help.
Marian was home when I returned from shopping she owwed and ahhhh'd over her porkloin. She was beaming over her vision of what she was going to do with her meat.
Shortly after DH arrived home. He was excited to see all the groceries on the table. He went to get comfortable and returned to do inventory. He noticed the porkloin. "Oh I see that you got a porkloin I can....." "MOMMIE" Marian yelled! I quickly took action." DH, Marian asked me to buy that porkloin" I informed him. If you want me to get another one I will, but you can't touch my babies porkloin". Puzzling he look at me he didnt say another word. He kind of smiled and retreated to the rest of the inventory to make sure that he had everything he needed to begin his cooking marathon.
Funny, I never imagined that I would need to take a stand for my daughter's right to a porkloin.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Fish stew for breakfast, lunch and dinner?
When I arrived in the kitchen at 5:50 this morning I could smell it simmering. I knew she could not resist her Baba's fish stew. She informed me that she was taking some for lunch. I prayed over her as I fixed her hair. We scurried up to the bus stop with our furry companion. A brown and white coker spaniel that we call Cinnamon of course. I was grateful that daylight savings came this weekend so our morning walks our now bathed in daylight.
When I returned to the kitchen to prepare my husband's juice I saw the remains of Marian's breakfast. Fish stew. Marian has never been one to eat a traditional breakfast. By the time she was 9 her breakfast became whatever dinner was the night before. No bread, cereal or eggs just meat & veggies. This stew that my husband mastered after his fast meets all of Marian's requirements. Her dad (my hubby) is a incredible cook. His stew contained cilantro, potatoes, kale, onions, garlic, salmon, scallops & tuna. I could not resist so I had a serving for lunch as well.
She returned home this afternoon tired as usual. She dropped her bags, took off her shoes and asked if she could have some fish stew now and for dinner later as well. I nodded. With her IPhone in her hand & ears, feet tapping while humming she devoured the stew. It was soon time for music classes and errands.
When we returned home I greeted hubby who was stretched out on the couch with Cinnamon right by his side. I heard the refrigerator slam and heard a sigh "Baba" Marian yelled. "You ate all stew". I checked there was about a cup of stew left for her and I to share. Marian began rambling in the cabinet. Hubby was in the kitchen quite annoyed. "Marian what are your doing"? She finds the biggest pot she can find. "The next time you make the stew use this."We will" I assure her. She adds her portion of the stew to a bowl of packaged Asian noodles. Feet tapping, while humming she devours the stew.
When I returned to the kitchen to prepare my husband's juice I saw the remains of Marian's breakfast. Fish stew. Marian has never been one to eat a traditional breakfast. By the time she was 9 her breakfast became whatever dinner was the night before. No bread, cereal or eggs just meat & veggies. This stew that my husband mastered after his fast meets all of Marian's requirements. Her dad (my hubby) is a incredible cook. His stew contained cilantro, potatoes, kale, onions, garlic, salmon, scallops & tuna. I could not resist so I had a serving for lunch as well.
She returned home this afternoon tired as usual. She dropped her bags, took off her shoes and asked if she could have some fish stew now and for dinner later as well. I nodded. With her IPhone in her hand & ears, feet tapping while humming she devoured the stew. It was soon time for music classes and errands.
When we returned home I greeted hubby who was stretched out on the couch with Cinnamon right by his side. I heard the refrigerator slam and heard a sigh "Baba" Marian yelled. "You ate all stew". I checked there was about a cup of stew left for her and I to share. Marian began rambling in the cabinet. Hubby was in the kitchen quite annoyed. "Marian what are your doing"? She finds the biggest pot she can find. "The next time you make the stew use this."We will" I assure her. She adds her portion of the stew to a bowl of packaged Asian noodles. Feet tapping, while humming she devours the stew.
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