Archive for the ‘Food’ Category

pb choco treat

April 19, 2013

I’m putting this here because I can’t remember where I got this from (it is not mine), but I want to be able to go back to it and I’m never going to remember it.  Very good, but takes a while to get the chocolate to cool.  Kids loved it.


PB Choco Treat

3 cups crushed cereal (I used special K, but I imagine rice crispies or anything like that would be good)

1 cup peanut butter (I used regular pb.)

0.5 cup sugar

0.5 cup corn syrup

6 oz chocolate chips


PB, sugar, syrup warmed on stove.

Add cereal, mix it up.

Place in 8×8 container lined with parchment paper and smash to fit.

Melt chips and spread on top.  Wait to cool.


status check

March 6, 2013

I’m a bit embarrassed, but this brioche stitch hat is kicking my ass.


I spent the better portion of my shower yesterday wondering if I could post a poll on Facebook that went like this:

If you were me, and knitting this hat, and found the numerous errors that I see in this brioche stitch hat (one indicated by the orange stitch holder, one next to the orange stitch holder, and others, one of which I found after taking this photo), and the laddering up where the circular needles are, what would you do?

1) ignore it and keep going.  It’s a hat for a kid who will probably lose it within a couple of weeks.  Take the learning experience for what it is.


2) give into your barely contained OCD and try to fix it.

If trying to fix it, should I:

2a) ladder down and work from there (knowing well that I have no idea how to ladder this baby back up)

2b) rip-it all out (and forget the incredible annoyance you suffered from having to rip back the brioche several times at the very start), and remember your smarter self and lifelines and think about all the mistakes you’re fixing.  You’ll have to rip it back once you’ve f*cked the laddering up anyway.  Save yourself the hassle.


c) brioche?  Is that like croissant?  (And wander off to find sustenance.)

I have a deep suspicion about my real-life non-knitting friends.  They’re all c.  (Regardless of whether or not they actually enjoy French food.)

Edit: Yarn is Cherry Tree Hill Supersock Select Semi-Solids in Rosewood.  100% superwash merino.

my very own private oedo

April 2, 2012

So I watched the entire run of an anime series called “Miracle Train: Welcome to the Oedo Line.”  It’s a little embarrassing to admit how much I enjoyed it.  The premise, frankly, is a bit out there.  Embodiments of various train stations on a particular train line in Tokyo try to solve the problems of women riders.  The embodiments are, naturally, beautiful men – each following a particular stereotype (the young one, the serious one with glasses, the flirty popular one, etc.) based on some  actual trait of the train station (i.e. the first station opened is the leader and also where the government offices are located).

I’m just going to lay it out there.  I wondered if I could watch this with my train-loving son.  So I watched it.  Conclusion: my son may not be a wild fan, but for me, I was kind of flabbergasted.  How could a series conform to all my tastes?  How do they know?  Beautiful men, check.   Wanting only to help me, check.  Factoids about travel and transportation and local color, check.  Discussions of food, check.  Heartwarming domestic stories, check.  Interesting story twists, check.  Historical dress episode, check.  Ability to make fun of itself, double check.  It moved along a bit slowly, but still.  I loved it.

I have a whole idea of how to move this series into New York City’s subway system.   Maybe moving a little past helping to solve women’s problems, maybe helping to solve other problems in the city.  But, because this is America, the aesthetics are different.  You’d not have such beautiful men, so much as more rugged types, the kind who wear Timberlands while they play basketball.  Still, very attractive.  And because this is New York City, there’d be all sorts of ethnicities and accents.

Maybe each of the stations would come from different lines.  It would be a bit difficult because the stops aren’t named quite like they seem to be in Japan.  But here we go.  There’d be a museum stop (American Museum of Natural History comes to mind and he’d be called AMNH or just named “Roosevelt”, but the Cloisters stop might be okay) who’s a little nerdy but tremendously energetic, there’d be Chinatown who is serious but plays a mean game of basketball, Little Italy who is kinda goodfella-like, Harlem who is awesome and fun and plays basketball with Chinatown, City Hall who is wonky, Wall Street who is a bit of a pretty boy, some stop along Park or 5th avenue, Broadway, Chelsea who is a little beefy but looks great in leather pants, it could go on and on.  There would be an episode with some conflict of the Sandhogs, and another with Grand Central Station and rivalries with ferries and buses and other train lines, or maybe one station closing, or historical trains (“Take the ‘A’ Train” as performed by the Duke Ellington band would be playing), or the transportation museum, or the hidden and unused subway tunnels that show up in myth, or feature Central Park.  There would be discussions of what the food and entertainment and landmarks are like around each stop.

(Actually, it sounds kind of like “Law and Order” or “CSI: New York” but without all the murder and crime and stuff.)

Welcome to my fantasy: “Miracle Subway – Yo!  Welcome to NYC.”

Lazy people, hungry children

February 20, 2012

Apple Tart Thingies…

4-pack tube of crescent rolls
1 TBL flour
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1.5 TBL sugar

Peel and core the apple. Chop into small pieces. Mix apple pieces with flour, cinnamon, and sugar. Roll out dough. Place two spoonfuls of apple mixture in the center of each dough triangle. Fold the long end of the triangle over the apples.   Then fold the top of the triangle down to make a rectangle. Crimp shut.

(I have been most successful in having the kids fold/mangle/spindle the dough and then just mash the dough over the apple pieces willy-nilly.)

Bake at 350° F for 12 min or until golden brown.

(Your Big Backyard, Nov 2009, featuring Snow Monkeys)

And you can also do with with bananas.  (Adapt it freely from this recipe, although the original with puff pastry is good too.)

Also, if you’re incredibly lazy, like me, then you can just stick bananas on a chopstick (popsicle stick, whatevs) and freeze.  The kids love them.  Like banana popsicles, but healthy (some people like chocolate or nuts, but remember, I’m incredibly lazy so I don’t do that).

A little help

January 31, 2012

Somebody tell me to put down the crack and walk away from the possibility of entering into Star Trek Fandom.  Crap on a cracker.  That would mean the rest of my free time for the rest of my life down the toilet.  No, I say.  But it is bloody tempting.

And I’m apparently writing stuff I never thought I would.  More details once I’ve posted.  (orz)

And in other news, I was sort of  late to work today because I was trying to carmelize onions for French Onion Soup.

My priorities in life.  See my work and despair.

Someone, please.  Send help.

The Worst Aunt in the World

January 18, 2012

Yup.  That’s me.

We went to my parents’ house this past weekend and made mandu.  (Korean dumplings.)

Usually what happens is that my mother makes a vat of filling and then everybody sits around and makes enough mandu for the next couple of months.   It’s pretty tedious and time-consuming, so you’d want to have as many people around to do this as possible.

This time, she waited around for my SIL to show up to help.  But my SIL needed to go shopping, so it fell to me, my dad, and my mom to make the mandu.   That would have taken forever.  When I say vat of filling, I mean VAT.

But wait!  There were teens and preteens in the house!

So I called them in and told them their job was to make mandu as a replacement for their mother.  There was some protest, and they kept wanting to bail, but I made them stay for the entire process.  Their mandu were terrible looking – lumpy, filling leaking out, lots of little rips and tears.  Ugly. I made them do a lot of do-overs.

Those kids wanted to go, so badly.  But I kept at them, telling them this would be the most useful they would be for the entire weekend.  If it really bothered them, maybe they’d remember the experience and use it for a college application essay  about Korean-American culture and family.  (Probably titled “Mean Auntie, or the Bitter Taste of My Tears in the Dumplings.”)

The other thing that happened was that I woke up sore after the weekend.  Probably because we spent a fair amount of time playing (and I’m not proud of this) “Just Dance 3” on the Wii.  It’s a dance game where you copy movements of people on the screen, but the only movement that counts is the hand with the controller.

It’s silly, but my family is also incredibly competitive about the dumbest things in the world and so I was bound and determined to destroy the hopes and dreams of a bunch of under-1o’s with my dance steps copied from a video game.

Like I said, I’m not proud of this, but it is something I think those kids can also learn from.  What that lesson is, I’m uncertain.  (Mean Auntie can’t dance, maybe?)  Anyway, Henry really likes the dances where he can pretend to be a robot or a Power Ranger.  (Although how he knows anything about Power Rangers is beyond me.   He doesn’t watch the show at home, and we don’t have any of the media.  Maybe school (that disseminator of all things cultural)?

pasta with sausage

December 13, 2011

Last night, I was making this dish here:  – but trying to lighten it up.  Yeah, I know.  I’m already eating a sausage pasta dish – isn’t the fat a given?  But all that cream… plus, I didn’t have any on hand.

Then I figured something out.  Add a little flour (~1Tb) while cooking the sausage and then add milk (fresh or evaporated) and the sauce doesn’t break!  Woo!  It’s sort of rough and ready not-quite-bechamel.  Thank the Internet – you have saved me again!

Yes.  It is delicious – but you got to buy the good sausage.   Now go forth and eat the yummy!  (Now, with less fat!)

soft clothing post

November 21, 2011

Henry’s been demanding “soft clothes”. Which would be okay, if he wasn’t trying to put on sweatpants in 85degree weather. (Of course, for people who knew me and the way I dressed in high school, this all probably seems like genetic revenge.)

J’s been spending many mornings screaming about the injustice of having to wear clothing at all, so I guess it could be worse.  (And then she might rub milk, cereal, or apple sauce into her hair.  So lovely is my little lady.)

Sigh.  Chant.  I love my children.  I love my children.  I love my children…

Note:  I realized Henry doesn’t have any sweatpants appropriate for holiday visiting.  They’re all torn up at the knees, or getting too short.  (As for “sweatpants appropriate for holiday visiting” –  I’m trying not to think about that as a real term.  I mean, I wish I had sweatpants appropriate for holiday visiting.  But it’s all about W and what he considers inappropriate.  Frowny-face.  That’s another entry for another day, though.)

I might have to visit the store and buy holiday-ready sweatpants for the boy.  And me, too.


October 6, 2011

So, it’s been feeling like the autumn around here since, oh, I don’t know, the middle of August, practically.  There was nearly non-stop rain for a while, and then it got hot again, and now it’s raining again.  The end of the week is forecast for our first frost of the year.  Joy.

I can tell W is feeling the season as well.  He turned on the heat in the mornings already.  I’d complain about the cost, but, heck, it’s not as if I’m not enjoying it.

I have been busy with my usual fall things.  Lamenting the end of the sun, praising the end of allergy season, dealing with kid clothes, and making soup.  The slow cooker makes its triumphant return to my kitchen counter.  I used it twice already this week.  Part of that is because I just bought an immersion blender, so now I just grind the stuff in the crock and that is just thrilling.  (If you are the one person who actually reads this blog regularly, you know how dull stuff in my life actually is, so yes, immersion blending = thrilling.)

In two weeks, I’ve made potato leek soup, some Mexican-inspired squash soup, and borscht.  Some of it was more successful than others.   (Potato leek is a winner – the truth is in W’s reaction.  He said he’d eat it again, which is high praise.  The Mexican squash soup, though, not so great.)  As for borscht – well, it sort of turned out like vegetable soup with a lot of beets in it.  I thought it would be, I don’t know, more…exotic.  With a name like borscht, it’s got to be odd.  I mean, it’s red, but that’s about as exotic as it gets.  (Give or take the sour cream.)  My borscht was okay – but it wasn’t a real winner.  I’m not certain if I’ll go bother with it again – but I keep getting all those beets from the CSA, so it might just be a matter of time before the beets find a way into the crock pot again.  I have a friend who’s got a Ukrainian background – it might be time to see if she’s got any tips.

it’s good to be old

September 30, 2011

I bring you news of the internet – where I have been hiding. I mean, thinking about writing.

I have found lots of pronz.  Which is sort of uh, not awesome.   Because I wasn’t really looking for it.  (Geez, you’d think that’s all that drives technology.  Wait a minute…)  But, I have found this totally awesome thing – here (warning, posts here are occasionally NSFW).  There’s Fanfic Friday, where there is much sporking of bad fanfic pronz.  Ohh, I love the spork. It is delish, yo.

And then, randomly, there are the cooking communities on LiveJournal.  Which is weird, because I sort of now equate LJ with fanfic that is often NSFW.  I have even found a slow-cooker community.  It’s like – I don’t know – all of my dreams of fanfic and food In One Place.

I’m so glad the Internet did not exist in its current form when I was in school.  I would never have gotten anything done.   I don’t wonder how the students these days are incapable of finishing anything – or so I’ve heard.  I’m barely capable of finishing anything.   Speaking of which, I should get off the net and actually start crackin’ on my exchange fic, now that I’ve gotten my assignment and all.  (But honestly, I’m sort of excited about it, you guys.)