Sunday, November 25, 2012

All aglow

I've long had a love/hate relationship with Christmas lights. On one hand, I love them. On the other hand, I hate that my husband feels the need to impersonate Clark Griswold just about every holiday season and almost kill himself climbing our house to decorate it.

Our son loves Christmas lights, too, and he also started crying every time his father started up the ladder today -- so apparently he shares my feelings about the situation. Nonetheless, since two of CJ's words are "pretty" and "lights," we know trees and exterior illumination will be a highlight of his holiday.

On Saturday, Mom, Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma took CJ to Blank Children's Hospital's Festival of Trees and Lights. And yes, he loved it. Gentle touches.

 CJ's favorite tree (Sesame Street) and my favorite tree (peacock)
On Sunday it was once again time for Ben to go crazy with some "pretty lights" at our house, and even though I was angry as usual at his making the climb, I have to admit it looks pretty good.

And of course we're capping the evening in traditional style -- with a viewing of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Tis the season to be merry!

Thursday, November 22, 2012

With thanks.


Children make the holidays more fun -- even when they refuse to wake up from their naps to celebrate or throw half their Thanksgiving dinner on the floor. Even last Thanksgiving, when CJ was not quite three months old and I didn't even really get a chance to eat my turkey, having a child brought new meaning to the concept of gratitude.

So I just wanted to take a moment to share my thanks for a loving family -- especially the baby boy who has brought so much joy to my life. It's so fun to see the holidays through his eyes and share his excitement about discovering such treasures as silly "Turkey Notes," twinkling Christmas lights, and mini pumpkins that stack oh-so-nicely upon one's head.

And if he were somehow able to express it using a combination of "pretty," "bye-bye," "light," "Ernie," "catch," "another," and barking like a puppy, I am sure CJ would say how thankful he is to have two parents, both sets of grandparents, two sets of great-grandparents, and his only aunt and uncle living close by and spending so much time with him. He is truly an unusually fortunate child. (And we're truly fortunate parents to have so many babysitting options!) What a wonderful holiday season it will be for all of us. 

Even if CJ's teething and we have to go to the Meineke Car Care Bowl and we all have strep throat. Just clarifying that my life is not a Norman Rockwell painting is all.

Now to dust off some Bing Crosby and feign Rockwell painting-ness. Happy Holidays!



Monday, November 19, 2012

Cranberry & Red Pepper Jelly


Every year, I look forward to the November issue of Bon Appetit magazine and all the awesome Thanksgiving recipe ideas it includes. But since I'm not the main Turkey Day chef, there's only so much I can experiment with. Last year I found myself drawn to the recipe for cranberry & red pepper jelly -- which was advertised as being the perfect topping for leftover turkey sandwiches. I tried it, and it's delicious. So this year I have whipped up another batch in anticipation of leftovers.


CRANBERRY & RED PEPPER JELLY

3 red bell peppers, chopped
2 red chiles, seeded and chopped
1 1/2 tsp. crushed red pepper flakes
1 c. sugar
1/2 tsp. kosher salt
1 T. fresh lemon juice
1/4 c. liquid pectin
3 c. cranberries

Wash, sterilize, and prepare jars.

Combine peppers, chiles, sugar, flakes, and salt in a heavy pot over medium heat. Bring to simmer, stirring to dissolve sugar. Stir in pectin and lemon juice. Reduce heat and simmer gently 10 minutes.

Stir in cranberries and simmer gently until they burst, about 10 minutes. Transfer hot jelly to hot jar, let cool, and cover. This jelly will keep up to three weeks in the refrigerator.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

To a Tea

I'm certainly not the girliest girl by any stretch of the imagination, but I do love a good tea room. Especially during the holidays, some of my fondest memories are gathering with friends for lunching and shopping at places like Perry's Thymes Remembered Tea Room or Ivy's Tea Room/Shoppes on Grand in Ames -- both of which, sadly, are now closed. I found myself thinking about these places when I was invited to a potluck luncheon this week, so I decided to dust off THE Ivy's Tea Room chicken salad recipe and bring that as my contribution. The key ingredients are specialty items -- Cherchies champagne mustard and Lem'n Dill seasoning. And since Ivy's is now closed, I'm sure they don't mind me sharing their famous chicken salad recipe here.

IVY'S FAMOUS CHICKEN SALAD

4 c. cooked and chopped chicken
1 c. chopped celery
1/2 c. sweet pickle relish
2 T. Cherchies Lem'n Dill Seasoning
1 c. Miracle Whip
1/3 c. Cherchies champagne mustard
 Black pepper

Combine all ingredients and serve on crackers, lettuce leaves, or tea rolls.

Top, if desired, with vidalia onion salad dressing.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Perchance to dream.

When I was six months pregnant with my now-14-month-old son, my friend the child psychologist gave me the book Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child by Dr. Marc Weissbluth and told me I should absolutely read it. At the time, the gift caught me off guard: Babies sleep; that's what they do, I thought. What could be so hard about that? Do we really need a book about this? Of all the things I had thought about having a baby or worried about in becoming a parent, the baby's sleep habits certainly wasn't one of them.

By the time  my son was about four months old, I realized it: When you have an infant, worrying about your baby's sleep habits is pretty much all you do. Your inner monologue is constantly something along the lines of "He's sleeping late this morning -- I'm glad to sleep in, too, but if he doesn't wake up soon he won't take his morning nap. And if he doesn't take his morning nap, he'll fall asleep in the car on the way to the store, and then if he sleeps too long in the car, he won't take his afternoon nap until late and then he'll end up falling asleep early tonight and then he might be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow and oh, there he is now -- guess I'd better get up." For a while there, creating a sleep schedule for your child, adapting it as he grows, and keeping him well rested can feel like a full-time job all of its own. But it is definitely worth it and I definitely recommend the book as a source of information and inspiration.

Now, some of the advice in Weissbluth's book is just plain silly: If your child cries in the night, don't go to him unless he's hot, cold, or sick. (How exactly a parent knows if her child is hot, cold, or sick without going to him is a mystery to me.) But the book's sometimes hardline admonitions to let your child learn to fall asleep on his own are just what a lot of new parents need to hear in this modern age of having never-let-your-child-cry-under-any-circumstances-or-you'll-probably-cause-permanent-damage attachment parenting philosophy. But even more important than the book's warning that you may have to let children "cry it out" is its message that most children, especially ones with behavioral problems, AREN'T GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP.

From the day he was born, my son has apparently had a talent for sleeping long stretches. For the first two months, he pretty much slept all the time -- day and night -- except to eat. He took a predictable four-hour afternoon nap for many months and developed blissful six-hour night stretches early on. By the time he was four months, he slept about nine hours straight at night. It was great, but none of this was due to anything I did -- I was just lucky. I had given birth to a world champion sleeper -- an easy baby, as the book calls him.

Around six months, my son was ready to do what Weissbluth would describe as actually sleeping through the night -- 11 1/2 to 12 1/2 hours, 7-ish p.m. to 7-ish a.m. I would always make sure to get him home before his bedtime and check for cues that he might like to go to sleep even earlier -- often 6:30 p.m. I would rock him and put him down awake but drowsy as the book described and, if necessary, let him fuss a bit (usually less than 90 seconds, sometimes five minutes) after I put him down. By about 12 months, the bedtime routine and rocking pretty much became obsolete. My son knew when he was ready for bed. He no longer cried when I put him down to sleep; in fact, he started sometimes crying until I put him down to sleep. We had a week of regression around 13 months in which I had to let him fuss a few minutes after putting him down again, but he quickly went back to his normal, crib-loving self. And I'm sure we'll go through a regression again, but I have learned that consistency pays off and that I need to respect my child's space and create an environment in which he is free to learn things on his own.

Here's the thing: Naps are important, but they're also wildly unpredictable. Sometimes they go well, sometimes they don't. Sometimes they're taken at home, sometimes elsewhere. Sometimes falling asleep in the car on the way home from an innocent trip to the grocery store can ruin the whole day. Sometimes, 45 minutes into your exhausted son's nap, your husband will use the home phone to call his cell phone in an attempt to locate it and discover it is set on outdoor volume and is one wall away from your child's nursery and wakes up your son, who won't go back to sleep and ends up falling asleep before dinner and you want to pinch your husband's head off and kick it down the street. (Hypothetically, of course.) So bedtime is easier to control than naptime, and we try to control it.

I'm pretty sure most others see me as a ridiculous, dogmatic, horribly inflexible person who won't keep her child up late even just this one time. To be honest, I certainly wish I could make the occasional exception -- but my little guy would not have any part of that. By 7:45 p.m., he'd be A) screaming, or B) asleep. Last Friday night, I went to an evening college basketball game and couldn't believe how many babies and young children were there. I was jealous. But then I wondered, "How much sleep are these kids getting at night? If they stay up until 10 p.m., are they sleeping until 10 a.m.? Surely not."

I constantly get strange looks when I go somewhere in the evening and answer that C.J. is at home asleep. Sure, I'd love to show him off to others and spend more time with him at night, but the most important thing is to do what's right for him: Let him get his sleep.

It's not the answer most people want, but it's the best advice I have: Put your kid to bed earlier. Oh, and read Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child. But mostly just put your kid to bed earlier.

In the end, it can be hard -- especially for parents who work. But it's best for everyone. Get a Netflix subscription or reorganize your cupboards or pretend you're eighty and watch Wheel of Fortune and go to bed early like I do. Cuz you may be hanging out at home for a little while.

Try to enjoy the silence.

Saturday, November 03, 2012

Sausage & Red Pepper Strata

I have mixed feelings about 11 a.m. football kickoffs. I love them for road games -- for obvious reasons. For home games, they're a little early for me to be up and at 'em preparing tailgate food and packing the car -- but I absolutely love a good breakfast tailgate. Breakfast tailgate may be my favorite meal ever. This morning we feasted on such treats as cinnamon roll cake, hot cider, baked egg cups, coffee cake, mixed berries, and one of my all-time favorite breakfast dishes: sausage & red pepper strata.

I recently bought a new recipe book, because I think one periodically needs to do such things to stay organized and to remember what's good to cook. I'm using it as a chance to be VERY discriminating about what gets included: I'm only keeping recipes I absolutely love. And the way it is organized -- into breakfast, lunch, and dinner , which at first I wasn't sure about -- has been a helpful way for me to think about meal preparation. Now if I can just figure out what to do with all my dessert recipes.

The sausage & red pepper strata was the first recipe I entered into the breakfast section, because I have to say it is simply perfect and needs no tweaking. If you are a vegetarian, though, I wouldn't hesitate to swap out the sausage for some sliced, sauteed mushrooms. In fact, I've been wanting to try such a version myself. But this morning's crowd was meat-friendly, so here's how I made it:

SAUSAGE & RED PEPPER STRATA

6 large eggs
2 1/2 c. whole milk
1/2 c. whipping cream
1/2 c. grated romano
2 T. oregano
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 c. sliced green onions
1 lb. Italian sausage (I just use the Johnsonville mild or sweet)
1 large red bell pepper, chopped
1 lb. loaf French or Italian bread (If you're in the Des Moines area, I highly recommend using South Union Italian baguette)
1 c. loosely packed feta cheese

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter a 13x9x2 baking dish and set aside. Whisk eggs, milk, cream, romano, oregano, salt, and green onions in a large bowl and set aside.

Place sausage and chopped red pepper on opposite sides of a skillet and saute over high heat until sausage is cooked through. 

Arrange half the bread slices in the prepared dish. Pour half the egg mixture and half the sausage and red pepper over; sprinkle with feta. Repeat process with a second layer.

Let stand at least 20 minutes, pressing down on top to submerge bread. (I often make this dish the night before and let it spend the night in the fridge before baking in the morning -- it works just great.)

Bake until puffed and brown, appx. 1 hour.

Our reviews of the game were not very positive (the good guys lost to No. 12 Oklahoma, 35-20), but the reviews of the tailgate were. It was a nice November morning to spend in the parking lot eating and drinking with wonderful people like my friend, Sarah.

Cheers to tailgating!

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Halloween 2012

All decorations shown are from my mom's house. I don't even try to compete with her. Thanks, Grandma, for making Halloween so fun for CJ!

Hope everyone enjoyed. Now on to eating season -- starting with leftover Halloween candy.