Dec 4 2008

Chicken Pot Pie, in Pictures

My English friend Dawn wanted to know what’s a chicken pot pie. This is a chicken pot pie:

These are American “biscuits”:
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A skillet is a frying pan.

This is the recipe I’m planning to try for skillet chicken pot pie with biscuit topping. It’s from Cook’s Illustrated. It looks to me like a fairly complicated production (and also pretty fattening) so I may put it off depending on how much energy I have that night and how I’m feeling about the size of my butt. I know Sam would like it though.

Biscuits
2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour (10 ounces), plus extra for the work surface
2 teaspoons sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon table salt
1 1/2 cups heavy cream

Filling
1 1/2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken breasts
Table salt and ground black pepper
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 medium onion , minced (about 1 cup)
1 rib celery , sliced thin
1/4 cup unbleached all-purpose flour
1/4 cup dry vermouth or dry white wine
2 cups low-sodium chicken broth
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 1/2 teaspoons minced fresh thyme leaves
2 cups frozen peas and carrots , thawed

Instructions

1. For the biscuits: Adjust an oven rack to the upper-middle position and heat the oven to 450 degrees.

2. Whisk the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt together in a large bowl. Stir in the cream with a wooden spoon until a dough forms, about 30 seconds. Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured work surface and gather into a ball. Knead the dough briefly until smooth, about 30 seconds.

3. Pat the dough into a 3/4-inch-thick circle. Cut the biscuits into rounds using a 2 1/2-inch biscuit cutter or cut into 8 wedges using a knife.

4. Place the biscuits on a parchment paper-lined baking sheet. Bake until golden brown, about 15 minutes. Set aside on a wire rack.

5. For the filling: While the biscuits bake, pat the chicken dry with paper towels and season with salt and pepper. Melt 2 tablespoons of the butter in a 12-inch skillet over medium heat until the foam subsides. Brown the chicken lightly on both sides, about 5 minutes total. Transfer the chicken to a clean plate.

6. Add the remaining 2 tablespoons butter to the skillet and return to medium heat until melted. Add the onion, celery, and 1/2 teaspoon salt and cook until the onion is softened, about 5 minutes. Stir in the flour and cook, stirring constantly, until incorporated, about 1 minute.

7. Stir in the vermouth and cook until evaporated, about 30 seconds. Slowly whisk in the broth, cream, and thyme, and bring to a simmer. Nestle the chicken into the sauce, cover, and cook over medium-low heat until the thickest part of the breast registers 160 degrees on an instant-read thermometer, 8 to 10 minutes.

8. Transfer the chicken to a plate. Stir the peas and carrots into the sauce and simmer until heated through, about 2 minutes. When the chicken is cool enough to handle, cut or shred it into bite-sized pieces and return it to the skillet. Season the filling with salt and pepper to taste.

9. For serving: Place the cooked biscuits on top of the skillet or individual servings.


Dec 3 2008

What’s For Dinner

Today’s veggie box came late, and held: a big bunch of chard that is maybe not QUITE so beautiful as those that have gone before; three small-to-medium leeks; a big bunch of kale; a large fennel root, with fronds; a head of Napa cabbage; a bag of baby bok choy; 3 oranges; 3 lemons; about a pound of small red potatoes.

Menu plan:

Thursday lunch: braised bok choy with garlic (my toddler LOVED this last time I made it)
Thursday dinner: baked polenta with chard (yes AGAIN, don’t judge me–it’s delicious)
Friday lunch: kale with bacon (I made that today for lunch, and the sight of my baby stuffing his face with dark curly greens was OMG HEARTWARMING)
Friday dinner: steaks, and either roast asparagus or brussels sprouts (I’ve been kind of craving both)
Saturday lunch: we’ll most likely get crepes at the crepe place where they fawn over Robin
Saturday dinner: potato-leek soup
Sunday dinner: it’s Sam’s birthday, and he’s requested spaghetti carbonara and strawberry-rhubarb pie. I don’t know if I’ll even be able to find rhubarb this time of year, but I’ll try. Since we’re having people over I think I’ll supplement with a salad and home-made bread.
Monday lunch:boiled cabbage with butter and salt, maybe some bacon
Monday dinner: pork chops with roast carrots and fennel
Tuesday lunch: leftovers
Tuesday dinner: chicken pot pie — Sam asked for turkey pot pie after Thanksgiving, but I was too worn out. Now I’m more recuperated, so we’ll see what we can do.

As usual, oranges and lemons will be left to their own devices.


Dec 3 2008

Things I Call Robin

A Non-Exhaustive List

Bubba
Bug
Cutie-bug
Difficult Child
Little Buddy
Mister Baby, Sir
Mister Cutie Toes
My Sweet Prince
My Young Apprentice
Punkin Butt
Robin-bobbin
Stinkbug


Nov 30 2008

Pictures by Nanita

Four great pics of Robin that my mom took while she was here:

Strollin’ with Daddy

Robin in Munchkinland

Ready to Roll

Now I’m Tall


Nov 28 2008

A Conversation

Well, before I tell you about the conversation, I want to tell you what a nice Thanksgiving we had with my mom and Mark. We have a lot to be thankful for, and thanks were given. It always pricks my heart a little to see Robin respond so strongly, so joyfully, to his extended family, because I know he’ll really miss them when they leave. I’ve become convinced that the modern American nuclear family is, well, a dumb way to raise kids. It makes my life so much harder. It makes Robin’s life so much worse.

And yet our own extended family is so scattered across the country, and I can’t see any way to knit them back together. Especially with this economy: I don’t know if we even have the option of leaving the Bay Area any more. We’re pretty safe here in terms of knowing that Sam can always find a job. We wouldn’t have that safety in most other places.

So, anyway, I’ve been watching with great gratitude Robin’s interactions with his loving grandparents, and thinking a lot about family, today as we saw Nanita and Marqueño off from the airport. Then in the late afternoon I nipped down to the little corner grocery on our block to buy a carrot for tonight’s turkey noodle soup. There’s a fellow there who often works the checkout that loves interacting with Robin. He’s a nice guy, one of the many Middle Eastern immigrants in our neighborhood, and that’s basically all I know about him.

So we’re chatting as he rings up my carrots; I asked him about his Thanksgiving and he asked me about mine; he asked me where my boy was (napping with Daddy) and—guessing, based on his warm and playful interactions with Robin—I asked him if he had kids of his own.

“I did,” he said, blinking back sudden tears. “I had a ten year old son. My wife, she was shopping in downtown Baghdad. They were both killed in a bomb.”

I couldn’t say anything except “my God. I’m so sorry.”  And he nodded and smiled and I stood, useless, and then repeated myself several times before I stumbled away.

Now you can tell I’m Southern in upbringing because I have the strongest urge to bake him a casserole. I don’t know any other way of responding to such terrible grief. I know this has happened to so, so many families, but it hadn’t ever before happened to someone I know.

It feels so strange that I’ve known him for so many months—I see him every week—but I know so little about him. I don’t know his name. I wish I knew more, but I don’t want to intrude. This is all I know of his story:

His family killed, he came from Baghdad to San Francisco, and he started over. He works long hours. He loves children.

Now I can’t stop crying. What justifies this? Who can answer for it? What can be done to atone?


Nov 26 2008

What’s for Dinner

Well, I delayed going to the store to pick up our turkey for as long as possible, because I wanted to incorporate some of this week’s veggies into tomorrow night’s Thanksgivng feast…but the vegetables didn’t get here till after 5. Which means I went shopping, and that our fridge is now BURSTING with food.

The box, when it came, held one huge leek, a bunch of chard, a bunch of kale, a bunch of collard greens, four smallish beets (and I BOUGHT beets too, goshdarnit), some broccoli, some bok choy, two lemons, nine kiwis (kiwis?! who knew THOSE were local!) and seven fuyu persimmons.

Well. Tonight we’re ordering in because I have to start on the cooking for *tomorrow*.

Tomorrow—Thanksgiving!—we have Nanita and Marqueño in the house, plus the three of us, and that’s it: a very small crowd as Thanksgivings go. So I’ve forced myself to be rational and pare things down to the essentials. We’ll have turkey, obviously: and I’ll admit that I’m excited about this year’s so-called “heirloom” turkey, even as I think the branding is ridiculous. What are we doing to do, wrap it up in tissue paper and pass it down to future generations? In fact the turkey is only called “heirloom” to distinguish it from the “heritage” label, which applies to really old breeds of turkey. Heritage turkeys are rarer and quite probably tastier but we can’t get them locally. There’s a shop in the Ferry Plaza that’s importing them from Kansas at astronomical prices per pound, but that seems absurd, so we’re sticking with our lower-tier (and lower-price) “heirloom” turkey. It was range-grown on a local family farm and that’s the most important thing to me.

Oh, also we’ll have a roasted beet salad, a slab of herb bread, cranberry sauce, and a sweet potato pie in pecan crust (Leah Chase’s recipe) for dessert. I’ve already made the cranberry sauce and roasted the sweet potatoes; I want to get the whole pie done tonight, so that all I have to do tomorrow is roast the beets, make the bread, cook the turkey, and throw the salad together at the last minute. That seems sane. This year I’m trying Alton Brown’s method of turkey-roasting: I’ve already got the brine sitting in the fridge.

For the rest of the week?  Oh, gosh, I don’t know. I’m thinking turkey noodle soup with kale for Friday. The Ferry Plaza Farmer’s Market Cookbook has a good recipe for persimmon and radicchio salad with feta and pomegranate seeds, so we might have that a couple times given the number of persimmons we got. It’s a good thing Robin actually likes kiwis, because I don’t. But we all love collard greens cooked with onion and bacon. Everything else, I’ll deal with at dinner time when it’s staring me in the face.


Nov 21 2008

Super Cute

Brought to my attention via my friend Zach: “Review of My Toddler’s Pretend Restaurant”

Here’s an example of a typical ordering experience:

Lily: Order something, please.
Mom: OK, do you have coffee?
Lily: No. No coffee at the Cafe Restaurant. Only water and tea.
Mom: OK, tea please.
Lily: No tea. Only water.
Mom: OK, water.
Lily: Do you want coffee?
Mom: Well … actually, yes.
Lily (Handing me a toy tomato) Here.

http://www.momlogic.com/2008/11/review_lilys_cafe_resturant.php

Really the best part is the “Cleanliness” section of the review, but I’m not going to spoil it for you. Go read! It’s funny and very sweet.


Nov 19 2008

What’s for Dinner

This week’s veggie haul: chard, kale, a huge bulb of fennel, one large leek, some broccoli, two lemons, five oranges, and a pound and a half of potatoes.

Meal plan:

Tonight: braised chicken with swiss chard, tomatoes, and balsamic vinegar
Thursday: Frittata with leek and potatoes; salad with raw broccoli and maybe radishes or something, I don’t know
Friday: Goulash (Cook’s Country version—and thanks for the recipe, Friend Who Shall Remain Nameless To Protect Her from Christopher Kimball’s Army of Bow-Tied Lawyers!)
Saturday and Sunday I have plans until fairly late, so dinner will probably be leftovers or delivery
Monday: Pasta with fresh tomato sauce (featuring fennel and orange!)
Tuesday: kale (we like ours cooked with bacon) and some kind of meat, either pork chops or inexpensive steaks

The remaining oranges will be eaten as snacks and the lemons will get used up sooner or later I’m sure.


Nov 19 2008

Obese Children Underfed?

Speaking of childhood nutrition, this study is just fascinating:

A study finds that obese children from poor families often don’t eat enough.

A 9-year-old should consume 1,400 to 2,200 calories daily to sustain growth, said Dr. Roberto Trevino, director of the nonprofit Social and Health Research Center. But in the study of 1,400 inner-city children, 44 percent were consuming less than 1,400 calories, and 33 percent were obese.

“They were not overeating,” Trevino said. “This study shows these kids were not eating enough, and when they did eat it was all the wrong things.”

Missing from the children’s diets were four key nutrients: calcium, magnesium, potassium and phosphorus.

This doesn’t actually surprise me as someone who has spent a lot of time trying to diet. There’s plenty of evidence out there that caloric restriction can actually contribute to obesity. As best I can tell, the relationships among weight, nutrition, exercise and metabolism are far from being completely understood. The link between vitamin deficiency and obesity seems really interesting. I’ve been bad about taking my vitamins lately; maybe I should get more rigorous about it.

As for Robin, at least I know he gets plenty of potassium. The little monkey ate three bananas this morning for breakfast. I actually had to go look up whether it’s possible to get too much potassium (not under normal circumstances, no). Bananas are actually like the perfect food: if you’re constipated they’ll make you go, and if you’re going too much they’ll make you stop. If you get more potassium than you need your body just filters it harmlessly out. Hooray for bananas!


Nov 17 2008

The Charts

So my friend Madeline just commented on my last post (fretting about Robin’s recent lack of growth) to tell me something really important:

Isabel’s growth stalled out at around this same age. She was around the same percentiles for height and weight as Robin, and at around a year, she stopped gaining weight for months. Our pediatrician told us that the growth curves are based on both breast-fed and formula-fed babies, but that breast-fed babies have a different growth pattern (faster for the first 6 months or so, slower later) than formula-fed babies (steadier and more consistent). Our pediatrician told us it was nothing to worry about, and that we shouldn’t make a big effort to get her to eat more.

This is true!  And it’s something that might cause me to change pediatricians, as now I’m really angry that the doctor scared me about something he should have known was perfectly normal for a breastfed baby.

Coincidentally, one of the parenting blogs I read is having a big discussion about how unreliable those growth charts are today.