Broccoli. The vegetable often pulled out of the produce repertoire as an example of things kids don’t want to eat. When it’s raw, it’s one of the few non-leaf vegetables my dog won’t even eat (but he will shred it all over the couch after begging for it).
Now, broccoli was something I took to fairly quickly as a kid. Of course, steaming it and smothering it in CheezWiz didn’t hurt.
This likely surprises a grand total of no one, but I’ve always considered cheese a gateway food. Cheese and bacon.
Fast forward a few decades and a bowl of this Garlic Parmesan Roasted Broccoli (http://damndelicious.net/2014/09/19/garlic-parmesan-roasted-broccoli/) is dinner — not a speck of fake, orange cheese sauce in sight. Thank goodness.
I’d been at the farmer’s market that day and picked up this huge head of broccoli. I’ve never seen them this big in the grocery store. Unfortunately, had I either picked a different head of broccoli or gone to the grocery store, I may have ended up with more broccoli. Pulling a few “branches” of broccoli away, I found the inside florets to be rotting and there were quite a few little green worms hiding among even the good broccoli. Once I separated the good from the bad broccoli and meticulously cleaned the little green worms from what I salvaged (ew!), this recipe came together in a snap. I didn’t end up with quite as much broccoli as this recipe called for, but the extra seasonings made this even better.
Like you do with any vegetable you plan to roast, toss the pieces in a little olive oil, and add garlic, salt and pepper, and toss to combine. This will not only add a certain amount of crispness to the broccoli, but will help keep it from sticking to your pan.
Slide this into a 425ºF oven and bake for about 10 minutes or so and then splash with lemon juice and dust with Parmesan cheese.
This makes for a great side dish, but, like I said, this is so good, you may just decide to skip making anything …
Three weeks, three sacraments
The seven sacraments are a big deal in the Catholic faith. We believe sacraments are outward signs of God’s grace. Those who are born Catholic typically receive more than half of them, four to be exact, by the time they graduate high school.
It all starts with baptism, which is received as an infant. Next comes reconciliation (formerly known as confession), then first communion and then confirmation, in which young adults profess their faith and receive the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Most Catholics will also partake in holy matrimony and many will receive annointing of the sick. The one that most of us – indeed none of us who are female – will ever receive is holy orders, in which a man is ordained a priest.
Our family recently had the unique opportunity to participate in three sacraments within a three-week period.
It started with Hays receiving his first communion on April 17. Yes, I had tears in my eyes when he walked up to receive the body and blood of Christ for the very first time. I remembered when his youngest cousin, Sydney, made her first communion, eight years earlier. Hays was just 6 months old. We were sitting on the side Sydney turned to after drinking from the chalice and I will never forget the face she made as she tasted it. She even stuck out her tongue!
It was Sydney who received the next sacrament, confirmation, the following Sunday. It was held at the huge new St. Mary of the Knobs church with several parishes present. I just love Archbishop Tobin, who confers the sacrament. He is so down-to-earth and his sermons make so much sense. It was neat to see our little Sydney so grown up. A big change from her first communion, no doubt!
The next Saturday, April 30, Sydney’s big sister, Kayla, and her fiance, Donnie, were united in holy matrimony at St. Anthony’s in Clarksville. It was, of course, a very long day, but such a special one. I could hardly believe the little girl who was Sylvia’s …
The nice spring weather we have had in recent weeks has brought about many different events, so with that said, we have been super busy here lately. We had to get Oliver neutered last week. We wanted to be responsible pet owners, so it was time. We also wanted to make sure he had his shots up to date, especially after our recent scare when he escaped. It looks like Mellie will be next, as she found her way out just days after Oliver did. We don't leave doors open or anything, I promise! This time was really unexpected (not like the last time wasn't). She was able to get out through a small hole that we have behind our dryer. Alan went to take the trash out (ironically on the same day we were to get Oliver fixed) and Mellie was just sitting there in our yard. She wasn't starting a riot with another cat, the exact opposite of her brother's reaction to being out of the house. We were able to figure out exactly where Mellie got out, because Oliver was sitting next to the dryer. After his shenanigans the week prior, he didn't dare go back out! Long story short, we got Mellie back into the house and got Oliver ready to go to his appointment. All is good in the pet department.
This past weekend, we attended a wedding in Noblesville (just maybe 20 minutes north of Indianapolis). Both the bride and groom worked with Alan, but have since moved to other companies. Due to the drive time and the late night that we expected from the wedding reception, we decided to book a nearby hotel for Saturday night.
The wedding was absolutely gorgeous! The food was great, we were seated with people who we were acquainted with and the music was actually very non-cliche (due to the bride's extended no-play list). There was even an open bar! I'll not go into detail about the direct correlation between long island iced teas and my husband dancing. Needless to say, we enjoyed ourselves and were very happy about our friends' marriage.
Before we went home, we decided to stop and see …
Got a two-fer for you this week.
Thanks to a sale on smoked sausage that, adhering to my father’s grocery training, I bought plenty of, I have two very similar, but slightly different recipes for you. Is smoked sausage good for you? No. Is it delicious when cooked up in a skillet? Yes.
Because of the sausage in my refrigerator, I couldn’t help but add some to this (http://bearandlionmama.com/2013/01/skillet-gnocchi-with-sundried-tomatoes.html?showComment=1359600605458)Skillet Gnocchi with Sundried Tomatoes from (http://bearandlionmama.com/) Bear and Lion Mama. Little did I know there was another, very similar recipe for Smoked Sausage Gnocchi with Sundried Tomatoes (http://www.tammileetips.com/2013/10/smoked-sausage-gnocchi-sun-dried-tomatoes/) from (http://www.tammileetips.com/) Tammilee Tips that actually did call for sausage, which was also lurking on Pinterest and needed to be made as well.
I’ve talked about sundried tomatoes before. They’re delicious little things I wish I’d known about years ago. The other significant ingredient between the two recipes is gnocchi, thick, soft dough dumplings made from potatoes (or, more traditionally, semolina, and sometimes wheat flour). Now, you can make these yourself — there are recipes all over the Internet — but that’s a lot of work for a fairly small amount of product. I got mine at JayC, but the stock isn’t always there. This isn’t a widely eaten type of pasta, at least not around here, so I’m guessing it’s something that had to be requested for order. I’m hoping it joins the regular stock items.
We’ll start with the recipe that originally didn’t call for the sausage.
If you’re going to pull a Kate on this, you’ll start out sauteeing the sausage (which you will leave in the skillet and let cook with everything else), but if not, you’ll start with dicing your onions and sauteeing them until they’re lightly brown before adding chopped mushrooms, basil, salt and other …
Let’s chalk this up to one of those recipes that tastes better than it looks (at least when I made it). Promise.
Yakisoba (literally, “grilled noodles”) is one of Japan’s most popular street foods. While soba noodles generally refers to buckwheat noodles, this dish can be made with any long, thin noodle and this (http://www.budgetbytes.com/2012/03/chicken-yakisoba/)recipe, from (http://www.budgetbytes.com/) BudgetBytes.com, calls for ramen.
Believe it or believe it not, I still have ramen packets from a box I bought in college. I’ve always loved the texture of the dirt cheap noodles, but knowing how terrible they are for you, I only eat them on very rare occasions and normally doctored up quite a bit. I don’t use the little silver packet of mystery powder and sodium and swap it for two cups of chicken broth (normally low-sodium, but even regular is better than the little packet), add vegetables and you can barely tell that any of what is in my bowl came from the pantry of a broke college kid. Frankly, this is what ramen used to be (and still is in some places) before it became the 19¢ fare we think of today.
Yakisoba has a signature sweet and tart flavor that comes from the sauce, sōsu, a condiment used pretty frequently over there, from what my research tells me, kind of like ketchup here. It’s made with ingredients like tomatoes, prunes, apples, carrots, onions, garlic and ginger, with cinnamon and cloves — combining sweet, savory, tangy and spicy flavors into one delicious sauce. Ordinarily, it isn’t served with meat, but a little chicken and more vegetables can make this a complete meal.
You don’t need to make the journey to Japan to try a little of this for yourself, however.
Start by preparing chicken and vegetables for stir-frying. Peel your ginger with a vegetable peeler (I used the side of a spoon) and grate it with a lemon zester or small-hole cheese grater. Peel and grate the carrots (grating too …
Out of the mouths of babes
Sylvia’s birthday was two weeks ago and we had her party on Friday, April 8. We invited her entire class and half of the students were able to come. Three of the little boys came this year, which thrilled her because it’s just been a couple of the girls in the past. It was the largest turnout thus far.
We also let Hays and Warner each invite a friend so they’d have someone to play with and, hopefully, not fight with Sylvia and her friends. I drove the Traverse and Darin drove his extended cab Dodge. We couldn’t have fit another kid in unless we strapped him to the top. Not a good idea since that was a cool and rainy day.
Ugh.… the rain. Never good when you’re hauling 11 kids home for a five-hour visit. My visions of them playing ball, jumping on the trampoline and climbing trees were washed away as my windshield wipers swished, swished, swished in the rain, which fell harder the closer we got to home.
My thoughts were distracted by the conversation I overheard. (If you ever want some entertainment, get a group of 5-7 year olds together and just listen. If that doesn’t make you laugh, there is no hope for you.) It all started with Christian and Bobby joking around and Christian saying to Bobby, “I’ll cut your head off!”
“Oh! If you do that, you’ll go to jail!” exclaimed Abby.
“Nuh-uh,” chimed in Sylvia. “Kids don’t go to jail, but teenagers do.”
Levi: “I have a sister. She’s a teenager.”
Bobby: “Is she in jail?”
It was all I could do to not laugh out loud. Oh. My. Gosh! They are sooo funny!
And, fortunately, well-behaved for a group of elementary kids on a Friday afternoon. We had to pose for a group photo when we got home and every boy found it necessary to be wielding a weapon. The girls were in the back, just looking cool.
There were sword fights, gun battles, super heroes in costume, makeup artists (who had very avant garde ideas, judging from the pink and …
It was quite a weekend at the Johnson residence. While I expected a decently quiet couple of days, we ended up doing quite a bit around the house. First of all, we have been discussing the idea of a starting a garden. Last weekend, Alan bought various packs of seeds including: tomatoes, cantaloupe, watermelon, green beans, and squash. We have a nice plot of land for in town (about 1/2 acre) so we want to get the most out of it. We have a tiller, so Alan created a large square in the back corner of our property. It kind of looks like our very own Farmville. I'm pretty excited to start getting some planting done in the next couple of weeks!
One thing we were not really expecting to work on this weekend was a leak that we recently discovered in our basement. Alan dug a whole outside to investigate (to the surprise of our dog, Max. He seems to think he is the only one allowed to dig holes in the yard.) and sure enough, the sewer line was cracked.
Partly due to this leak but also because we decided it was time to clean out the basement, Alan opened the windows down there to get air circulating. Little did we know this would cause a completely different problem. Alan was pretty worn out after digging the hole outside and tilling earlier in the day, so he decided to take a nap. Thinking this was a good idea, I napped for a few minutes then decided to watch some tv. I talked to my mom on the phone for a few minutes, as well. I noticed our cat Mellie laying in her little cat bed, but hadn't seen Oliver for a while. I figured he was upstairs sleeping in one of our boxes which has become one of his favorite pastimes.
While I was on my tablet, Alan woke up, closed the windows in the basement, and watched tv for bit. I told him to come over to where I was so I could show him a Facebook post from one of my friends. He said he'd be right over, but wanted to break up a cat fight that he could hear coming from outside. Of course, curiosity got the best of me so I …
Of $5 dresses and Santa flags
I hope your Easter was full of pastel colors and chocolate bunnies. Ours was a whirlwind, as I’m sure many of you can relate to.
We started off Saturday with a trip to Fredericksburg for the Masonic Lodge’s egg hunt, a tradition they began about six years ago. I had never heard of it, until my co-worker, Monika, mentioned it. Her dad is a member of the Salem Masonic Lodge. I thought it would be a good way to give coverage to a hunt that hadn’t had any in the past and the only opportunity for my kids to hunt eggs.
Wow. Talk about going all out. These guys covered their property with 4,000 eggs, all filled with candy or money. I’d guess there were about 80 kids, so there were plenty – and by plenty I mean hundreds – of eggs for all the kids. As if that weren’t enough, the Masons then gave each child a chocolate bunny!
The kids got jacked up on sugar just in time for us to make the trip to Salem for a friend’s wedding at Cornerstone Hall. It is such a beautiful setting and so convenient for the ceremony and reception to be in the same place. Sylvia and Warner, along with some other small kids, kept everyone entertained with their dance moves.
We got home just in time for Darin to leave for work and for me to give a little heping hand to the Easter Bunny. “By the way,” I said to the kids as I tucked them into bed, “where’s the green Easter bucket? We have the blue and purple ones, but not the green one.”
“It doesn’t matter, Mom,” advised Hays. “The Easter Bunny always brings us a new bucket.”
Gulp. Luckily, the Easter Bunny did bring drawstring bags this year (Star Wars for the boys, a cute nautical one with a whale for Sis), so I was saved. I think he might have also recycled some of those eggs from Fredericksburg, but I’ll never tell!
Hays was the first one up, bright and early, at 5:30 a.m. Sunday morning. Groan. I hadn’t turned in til after 1, so I was a bit groggy. He …
Pasta bakes were one of the first things I learned to cook, after chicken parmesan. There’s something about the basics of Italian food that really help kids build cooking skills. These are still one of my fallback recipes for when I’m at a loss for what to make and somewhat short on time. Throw some ground beef or sausage together with a drained can of spinach, some mushrooms, pasta sauce and cooked pasta, top with cheese and bake until golden brown. Easy-peasy.
Of course, as a kid, the idea of asparagus and less than a mountain of cheese wasn’t exactly appealing.
Fortunately, palates grow and change and now, the thought of that stalky green vegetable was actually one of the selling points for this recipe(http://www.goodenessgracious.com/2012/03/chicken-asparagus-penne.html).
You can use frozen asparagus chunks like Cris Goode, the writer of the blog, (http://www.goodenessgracious.com/)GOODEness Gracious did. It really doesn’t make a difference what size the pieces are cut into, but I really would suggest using fresh asparagus for this and steaming it yourself. Frozen vegetables can get mushy and texture is everything with asparagus.
Combine your asparagus with cooked penne, some olive oil and a pound of cooked and cubed chicken breast and dump this into a 9x13-inch pan. Everything has been cooked and should still be at least warm, so once you top this with parmesan cheese, this should just need to sit under the broiler until the cheese is golden brown — about five minutes. Unfortunately, as you can see from the picture above, I lost track of time and I haven’t made this since, despite it being pretty good (asparagus can be expensive!), so you have the picture of my indiscretion resulting in overcooked cheese. It made things a little crunchy, but sometimes crunchy cheese is good cheese.
This is a little dry as far as pasta bakes go. I have to agree with some of the commenters that some Alfredo sauce and more vegetables, like mushrooms or …
Another successful date night is in the books. This time we shared it with some of our favorite people; Mark and Pam, Keith and Karen, Jody and Karen. We have been friends with this core group for most of our adult lives. We have helped raise each other’s children and have been together through the good and bad times.
We are basically extended family (which is funny because Mark and Keith are actually related, they are brothers). We have set dates/holidays that we always get together for. They include Derby Day at our house, 4th of July at Keith and Karen’s, and Labor Day at Mark and Pam’s. Jody and Karen host a couple of events including New Year’s Eve and Super Bowl Sunday.
Because of family obligations, we sometimes miss a gathering here and there. It is during this absence that I start really missing my “family.” It was because of this that I decided to make them the reason for Duane and I to schedule another date night.
First, I secured someone to stay at home with Bailey then I had to figure out where to meet. It needed to be close because the next day was a workday for most of us and I didn’t want to spend all our time traveling to our destination. Also, I didn’t want someone to feel like they had to “host” the evening, as I wanted everyone to be able to relax and enjoy themselves.
Roadhouse 135 proved to be the perfect spot. It is a relaxed atmosphere that serves food and adult beverages, which are the only requirements for our group. To say that it was a wonderful evening would be an understatement. Karen #1 even tried a new drink but before she had her first sip, we all had to taste it and declare it worthy. It passed the inspection.
The food is good, nothing fancy but good. Most of the group tried the pizza that was tasted and approved as no slices were returned uneaten. I had an Italian sub that was wonderful and Duane had a grilled chicken sandwich. We even indulged with a little pie and cake for dessert except for …