About these ads

Easy Vegetable Soup

I love soup but I don’t love the sodium and preservatives in canned soup. Couple this with a strong, allergy-like, sensitivity to MSG and soup can be a gastro-intestinal nightmare for a girl like me.

Particularly in the fall and winter, I experiment with soups. I like to take the soups I remember fondly from my childhood and reproduce them in a healthier manner.

One of my favorites is Campbell’s Vegetarian Vegetable ABC soup. This also falls under the category “Gastro-Intestinal Nightmare” so I have devised a simple, healthier version.

This can be done in a *crock pot or on the stove top. I recommend the stove top if you are pressed for time.

You will need:

1 large box of Organic Vegetable Stock

2 cups of Frozen Organic Mixed Vegetables

1 8oz. can of Garbanzo Beans or White Beans

1 16 oz. can of diced tomatoes.

3 cups of water.

8 oz. Cooked tiny pasta**
Salt and Pepper to taste
 

In a pot or crock pot add the stock, diced tomatoes, water, and beans. Season to taste.

If you are using a crock pot- Set it to low and cook for 3 hours. Add the frozen vegetables 1hour before you plan to serve.

If you are cooking on a stove top. Bring the soup up to a boil on medium-high heat and immediately down to a simmer. Add the frozen vegetables 1 hour before you plan to serve.

**One our before serving, cook your pasta, coat it gently with butter and salt. Add it to each bowl before serving the soup. Any very small pasta will do.

Serve this with a salad, crackers, or bread (grilled cheese if you are motivated) for a simple, healthy, economical, and fast meal.  Not to mention, very easy clean up. It will feel like someone made dinner for you.

About these ads

Pregnancy For The Skeptical Woman: The Baby Registry And Other Baby Things I’m Trying To Understand.

I am re-posting this in honor of my friends who are about to become first time parents. It’s hard to believe that this was three years ago to the month. Even now, with a toddler bustling about my life, I still wonder how much stuff I really needed. I marvel at what items made the cut and what items were donated within a years time.

February 18, 2010

One of the only things more daunting than being pregnant for the first time, with little to no baby experience, is creating a baby registry.

When Joe and I got married we completed a bridal registry. This was easy, we thought about the stuff we had and the things that could use an upgrade, and we registered. For example, dishes. Our chipped  white setting for four gave way to Kate Spade for Lenox Cays Stripe. We traded our Ikea silverware for Oneida. We received many generous gifts from our registry and continue to enjoy all of them but we could have survived with anything or nothing (as we had already proven). With a bridal registry if you don’t get something you registered for, chances are you may not have really needed it. There’s no one telling you that you must have this or that.

I entered the baby registry with the same approach. How much of this stuff do I really need but that was before I realized that it’s not for me. Ergo, the greater question became, “how much of this stuff does the baby really need?”

Here’s what it’s like to register for baby gear. You fill out “an application” complete with a due date, optional gender information, and nursery theme information. The only thing I knew was the due date. Then, you get a gift bag with a parenting magazine and a few free gifts: a bib, a pacifier, a parenting magazine–I call this stuff “baby swag.”

Here’s the daunting part. No matter where you go, there will be some kind of folder and therein is a list of all the things for baby that “you need.” It is a tedious list, for example, the baby’s health and grooming: category may have three types of thermometers, baby Tylenol, teething gel, nail clippers, baby brush, baby comb, nasal aspirator (or booger sucker), diaper cream, shampoo, baby soap, lotion, nail brush, massage lotion?, bath music, bath tub, bath mat, bath toys, spigot cover for sink, all natural sponge, baby shower gel, baby towels, baby wash cloths.

It gets to a point where you click away with the scanner or ask yourself, “How much will it really need right away?” and “What’s wrong with the wash cloths I already have?”

I tried to ask myself this very question with every category. I was lucky enough to have Joe with me who has been through this but a lot has changed in baby gear since his last child.

Granted, there were some things this folder told me that made sense. For example, don’t just register for newborn items. Try to get things for the first year.

Registering for baby items took me three trips because I gave myself 30 minutes the first time, and 60 minutes for the last two trips. Otherwise, it would have been too much. It’s baby overload and it’s enough to make the sanest woman freak out.

The bottle aisle  almost killed me. Joe asked,”have you decided on a bottle system?” I didn’t even know what he meant. I have to commit to one style of bottle and stick to it? What if the baby doesn’t like the one I choose? What if it has an allergy? Why does a bottle encompass an entire system? There were no answers, I opted for the BPA free, chose some nipples, but I still have no idea what I was scanning. Evidently, the bottle system also includes, bottle brushes, a spinning drying rack, a microwave sterilizing system? and assorted other items that I will have to find space for in my kitchen.

One of that I thought I would really enjoy, would be selecting the crib and nursery colors, until I saw the prices. Why does a baby need a crib that will convert into a double bed with a sleigh headboard? What’s the difference between a bassinet and  a crib? What’s a mini crib? Why is this changing table $500.00? Can we go back to Ikea now?

And what’s with all of the beige? Does my baby really need to enter a world of muted earth tones? Where’s the visual interest?

All I knew that I wanted was a color palette that included black and white. It’s been scientifically proven that patterns in black and white are visually stimulating to babies and increase their cognitive development. All I wanted was black and white. So what’s with all of the beige and brown? It’s everywhere. Pink and beige, pink and brown, aqua and beige, aqua and brown, muted, creamy earth tones abound in baby-land. It’s all really boring. If I were a baby, I would not be happy with beige. The only thing I could justify were Monkey’s. Afterall, they’re cute, gender neutral and they are supposed to be brown.

But I still hold out hope for black and white.  The baby clothes, I left to the Jedi Master, because Joe launched an explanation of side snap and bottom snap onesie’s that made me relinquish the registry scanner to more capable hands. I watched him wield that thing over mittens, socks, hats, and a bevy of other items that I will figure out what do to with.The other day, I diapered a stuffed animal for practice. That critter can expect to be wearing a onesie pretty soon, too.

The registry experience made me realize that it’s not about the stuff. Babies have been around forever, that’s why we’re all here. Long before nasal aspirators, video monitors, and baby massage lotion. My best advice is don’t let the baby mega retailers overwhelm you. It’s intimidating but not impossible. Should an expectant parent skip an item on the registry, it’s not as if the baby is going to pop out and say, “Hey! I specifically ordered the beige bassinet with the MP3 player!”

2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 11,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 18 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

For Love

As I sit in the mall parking lot and let my toddler finish her nap I can’t help but think about how much a little person can change you.

My life no longer runs on my time anymore but on hers. I leave work as soon as I am finished to pick her up from school. No more, “let me just finish this…”
While I have not been on vacation in a five years, I am still not ready to take one without her.

I spend more time choosing her outfits and making her lunch than I do my own.

If she say a “sit couch with me” I sit. Everything else can wait.

The most important thing is that it doesn’t bother me.

I am not missing anything. I am not being a martyr.  Nor do I want recognition. These are things that I, as a parent, am supposed to do.

Perhaps I am marvelling at the idea of loving to take care of someone.

Returning from my Thanksgiving respite has given me the opportunity to reflect on this holiday and how it serves to “kick-off” my holiday season.

1. Our Thanksgiving begins with watching the Macy’s Parade followed by the Dog show over cinnamon rolls. There is something deliciously wonderful about a lazy morning in our pajamas. It’s a log off day for our house.

2. Pajamas. Call it a tradition but I believe that a child should get every opportunity to spend a day in jammies. To me it says, slow down and enjoy the moment.

3. The day after Thanksgiving the fall decorations come down and the Christmas decorations go up. This is due to the fact that I hate Black Friday. After years of working in retail, I now refuse to leave the house on Black Friday and my Christmas shopping is finished by Thanksgiving.  The only place I will go is to the supermarket because it is the one store that is empty the day after Thanksgiving.

4. Christmas cards. Sure they are a little  corny but I have sent them out every year for the past decade. It’s the one time of year when we get more personal than an email. I like that.

5. Christmas Day breakfast baked French toast and hot chocolate, every year. It bakes while we open our presents on this cozy log off day.

The bottom line is our little family needs a few traditions. I want Scarlett to look back on her childhood and be able to identify these celebratory patterns. It’s not about getting things it is about spending time with the people you love and appreciating them.

Hurricane Sandy

This is probably the longest I have gone without posting. I am still playing catch up from Hurricane Sandy. Oh we are fine, believe me. But that doesn’t mean the storm didn’t effect us.
Otherwise, check back Tuesday when I will return. Don’t worry, I am not going anywhere.

Going Organic

Pediatricians are finally weighing in on the “organic debate” according to a recent article on TheSalt.com. Previously, doctors have avoided the discussion over whether organic food is best for a child. This topic is extremely important to since my husband and I went organic more than five years ago. It was a gradual change but today we are probably 90% organic. What is not organic is locally grown and seasonal.

My daughters diet has been the same since her first bottle of organic baby formula when she was 3 days old. (The first 3 days were a breast feeding failure of epic proportions). When the topic of our diet comes up in discussions people have a tendency to respond to the idea of organic as though we are cannibals. It doesn’t make any sense. I have seen more parents and some pediatricians scoff at the idea predominantly organic diet.

Why organic? ”Clearly if you eat organic produce, you have fewer pesticides in your body,” Joel Forman, an associate professor of pediatrics at Mount Sinai School of Medicine in New York and a lead author of the new report, tells The Salt. That’s particularly important for young children, he says, because they are especially vulnerable to chemical exposure while their brains are developing.” Have you ever heard the phrase “garbage in garbage out?”  This is what bothers me about mothers who advocate for breastfeeding but not an organic diet. It’s like mainlining Franken foods.

The biggest argument over eating organically stems from the idea that it costs more. Yes, it does cost fractionally more. However, if you stop buying the sodas loaded with High Fructose Corn Syrup, sugary cereals made with genetically modified corn, and things like Doritos, you can find it in you budget to increase the quality of the food you are ingesting. Especially if fast food is sacrificed. Please, don’t tell me that I am depriving my child. We indulge. Trust me. But fast food is not an indulgence. It’s just crap. So put your money toward quality.

In his book Food Rules Michael Pollan points out that “Americans spend a smaller percentage of their income on food than any people in history—slightly less than 10 percent—and a smaller amount of their time preparing it: a mere thirty-one minutes a day on average, including clean-up.” If this is the case,  in a nation consumed by debt none of it goes  to our well being except to pharmecuetical  companies in a quest for a magic pill that will expunge our health problems. We will drive over priced cars, wear overpriced shoes, but cry poverty at the idea of buying organic food?

I think people have a tendency to equate organic with vegetables. To eat organically is to load up on veggies that seem unappealing in name of health. Right? It’s just as easy to create a healthful, balanced, and delicious meal with proper ingredients. The problem is , according to Pollan, who the hell wants to do that?

I do. I want to go out of my way to prepare meals, with ingredients, that will benefit my overall health. I want to spend a little extra at the grocery store and a little less everywhere else. Trust me, I am by no means rich. I am just willing to sacrifice convenience for health.

Joel Foreman, offers a compromise to the organic food cost dilemma, ”We don’t want to be telling people to eat organic if in the end, they eat less healthy,” Forman says. Instead, he says, parents should think about buying organic for fruits and vegetables that are more likely to contain more pesticide residue, like spinach and celery, and going conventional for veggies like cabbage and sweet potatoes, which tend to have less.”

The change to organic comes with a price tag, a time commitment, but an overall identifiable benefit. In fact, the more consumers demand organic, quality, and reasonable priced access to healthy foods, the sooner manufacturers will meet those demands. Is an organic society possible? Will it happen? If it does it will be one household at a time.

Breakfast For The Holidays

The fall is here and the holidays are just around the corner. While Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, I will be discussing A Very Toddler Halloween on Tuesday, today I’m thinking about holiday food.

Since my husband and I plan much of our holiday activities around my step kids visitation schedule, I have found that breakfast is our go-to celebratory meal. For example, if his kids sleep over on Christmas Eve, they get picked up on Christmas morning. This means we do not have Christmas dinner with them. But I make one hell of a Christmas breakfast.

My goal with holiday breakfasts is to do as little in the morning as possible. I like to prepare it the night before. I prefer  to thinks I can make in the oven because it means less time in the kitchen and easier cleanup. Here are a few of my favorites:

Baked French Toast
Crock Pot Eggs
Baked Pancakes
Breakfast Sausages
Cinnamon Rolls

I usually make two out of the list. I add a fruit salad and hot chocolate, a pretty table setting and a it becomes a memorable tradition.  So much so that I also make holiday breakfast on Thanksgiving morning when I add apple cider to our menu. If Halloween falls on a weekend, it gets a special breakfast too.

Apple Cobbler For The Skeptically Domestic

Apple Cobbler For The Skeptically Domestic.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Looking Through The Lens

image

“Why am I doing this?” I ask myself as as I pour small amounts of Crayola paint onto little paper plates. Scarlett sees the dollops of red, blue, yellow, green, purple , and orange and squeals with joy as she toddles up to the kitchen table. “Wait” I say but teaching patience to a two year old is like eating beef jerky while flossing your teeth. The smile on her face is my answer.

I tie an apron around her chest. “Coat?” “Towel?” she asks. She sits on her knees at the table and needs no instructions. Her hands are in the paint and she slaps her dimpled, paint covered, fingers onto the craft paper. Giggling and shouting “Yook, Mommy” with each color she discovers.

I pick up my phone and interrupt Pandora playing the “You Are My Sunshine” on the Baby Einstein channel long enough to snap a few pictures of this moment. Her first finger painting session is a success. The joyous streaks of paint on paper give permanence to a her imagination. I want this to last forever but at every step I press down the lump in my throat of being a mother.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/08/20/passive-voice-challenge/

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 230 other followers

%d bloggers like this: