A few meals from the last two months:
Shrimp and zucchini “noodles” – an only somewhat successful first attempt at replacing pasta with pasta-like substances. Fortunately, we like both zucchini and shrimp. Unfortunately, this was a pretty lame dinner. Next time I’ll try NomNomPaleo’s version.
Orin asked, “Is this breakfast food?”. I said, “Today it is.” Mustard tofu with sauteed kale, mushrooms, and onions. I had this breakfast pocket on the brain.
Post vacation dinner, SELMA-style: fried eggs over pulled pork, shredded cheese, and a coarse salsa made from garden excess. I discovered exactly how many successive pulled pork meals I can stomach. The answer? Five.
We’re making some changes around here. As a result, I’ve had less to blog about because frankly, food has been making me crazy.
See, a few weeks ago Shane decided to get recommitted to fitness and weight loss. We both started P90X, and Shane has been making a concerted effort to eat low carb. Needless to say, this has thrown a wrench in various resolutions and generally made meal planning and social events difficult – not impossible, but difficult.
At the same time, I’m trying to figure out what I should be eating. I want to lose a little weight, but I also want to eat real food and enough of it so that I’m not constantly hungry or grumpy. I crave vegetables and fruit. I’ve been attempting to eat in moderation for a long time. I’m not interested in protein shakes, and the smell of protein powder makes me grimace.
Shane has said that he’ll eat whatever I make for dinner – but that said, I don’t want to be responsible for making him stray from his diet. We went out for nachos the other night, and both felt totally stressed out by the fact that the vegetarian/vegan restaurant was both overpriced and extremely carby. What’s a girl to do?
We’re trying, though. The meals posted here will probably alternate between our attempts at lower carb, higher protein – while also being as ethical and seasonally appropriate as we can manage – and weekend splurges. There will be no photos of protein shakes. Here’s a sample dinner from this week:
Zucchini from the garden, shaved with the vegetable peeler and boiled for 1 minute in very salty water, then tossed with a coarse marinara made from last summer’s tomatoes.
Shrimp brushed with a basil-infused dipping oil and a generous amount of black pepper and then broiled
The whole dish, followed by a Lillet spritzer and frozen banana “ice cream” for me.
Photo by zordor
Without actually realizing it, I think I’ve been making pisto manchego all summer. A Spanish take on ratatouille, it is peasant food at its finest – putting together a bit of whatever’s available to make a filling and nutritious meal. This recipe did an effective job of clearing out the crisper, using up the a handful of tomatoes, two peppers, and yellow summer squash all from our garden.
What the recipe lacks, however, is much spice. As I was sauteing the vegetables, I was concerned that the dish was going to be boring, that I’d just wasted the last squash from our garden – curse you, cucumber beetles! The recipe recommended serving the dish with tinned tuna or hard boiled eggs – we went with the former, and it made all the difference. We were both quite pleasantly surprised by the complexity of flavors, especially the sweetness of the pepper in contrast with the savory fish. I’d like to try this again with fried eggs – perhaps a Spanish improvement on the shakshuka from earlier in the year.
Adapted from Spanish
1-2 tablespoons olive oil
1 Spanish onion, thinly sliced
2 garlic cloves, finely chopped
2 medium green peppers, seeded and chopped
2 medium zucchinis, thinly sliced
3 medium tomatoes, chopped
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
salt and freshly ground black pepper
hard boiled eggs (optional)
tuna in olive oil (optional)
Heat the oil in a large heavy pan – larger than you think you’ll need, trust me – and cook the garlic and onion until soft. Add the peppers, zucchini, and tomatoes. Season well and cook gently for about 20 minutes. If you’ve used a pan that’s too small to allow everything to make contact with the cooking surface, it may help to cover your pan with a lid for part of the cooking time. Stir in parsley just before serving. Can be served hot, topped with chopped egg or tuna, or cold with a drizzle of olive oil.
Photo by Michael Greenlee
We found ourselves in an embarrassing spot tonight. Not literally – there’s nothing embarrassing about Sidetrack except perhaps the size of their burgers – but then I suppose you already assumed that. What is, however, embarrassing is running into your neighbors when out to eat and having to face the fact that after a year, you still don’t know their names. And we couldn’t even blame the ludicrously large beers that Sidetrack has on offer.
Photo by John Kannenberg
See, people in Ann Arbor are friendly. And this is a good thing! But it also means that a couple of our neighbors introduced themselves within moments of us arriving in town last August. We were in the driveway, it was raining, we had frantic cats in the car, and we just wanted to get inside. Introductions were appreciated, but the timing ensured that we forgot their names almost immediately – and have felt too awkward to ask since.
Regardless, we said hello to MIKE and SHAWNA, whose names were revealed when we got home and Shane peeked at the label on their mailbox, and went about our dinner – fried zucchini, an excellent pair of grilled portabella mushrooms topped with gorgonzola, and some sort of delicious fish dish with red beans and rice. I had a martini, which felt like the only possible drink that could be consumed while wearing a full-skirted and strappy sundress that belonged to my grandma.
We were reminded again why we kind of really want to move to Ypsi – no trouble getting a table at a restaurant with reasonably priced drinks, easy parking, and friendly people. After dinner we wandered over to the Ypsi coop, which looked and smelled like coops should – a little earthy, a little like produce, and a little like patchouli. I know I often say that things are just right, but this evening – the dress, the dinner, the coop – was just right.
One of the best things about summer’s abundance is that it doesn’t take much to make an excellent meal. Thick slices of tomato with sea salt and freshly ground pepper. Corn on the cob, boiled for 7 minutes and then rolled in an herbed garlic butter. A ripe peach sliced and topped with a little whipped cream. Out of season, that tomato might look great, but it will lack the warmth of the summer sunshine. The corn won’t be as sweet. The peach won’t be exploding with rosy juices.
I volunteered at SELMA tonight, and when we broke for our shared dinner, I was reminded of this beautiful simplicity. I brought roasted eggplant, squash, tomatoes, and a fair shake of salt and pepper – which was served alongside a caprese salad, vegetarian calzones filled with ratatouille, Rex‘s tomato jam and pickled green beans, and Olivia‘s honey peach ice cream. After a couple of hours of stemming greens, scrubbing beets, whisking roux, and washing dishes, I was happy with a little bit of everything, and went home tired, full, and happy.
Breakfast: sausages, an asiago bagel sliced into four pieces of toast, fried eggs for Shane and slices of tomato for me. Weekend Edition Sunday and the puzzle. Coffee. A late morning attempt at geocaching turned into half an hour of wandering in the woods. Who knew that we could wander in the woods without leaving our neighborhood?
Lunch: I had intended to riff on this recipe for dinner last night, but we ate at weird hours, and so pushed this back to today. While I prepped and grilled mushrooms, zucchini, and a purple pepper on our grill pan, Shane picked basil and whipped up a quick batch of pesto. We spread ricotta on toast, then topped it with pesto or fresh basil, piles of vegetables, and a drizzle of balsamic crema. Soo good, especially followed by a moped ride downtown, walking around in the sunshine, and froyo from Lab.
Dinner: We picked up more chickens from Back 40 yesterday, but neither of us felt like chicken. We did, however, feel like end-of-the-fridge snacks: corn on the cob, edamame, asiago from last week’s snack dinner, an assortment of pickles, and homemade beet chips using wee beets from our garden and a recipe from the Spanish cookbook. They started out as small colorful coins:
And after a short swim in very hot oil, they ended up like this:
Not really big enough to dip in the salt-and-peppered ricotta, but totally delicious anyway. A fine way to end a fine weekend – and also another recipe knocked off of the Spanish cookbook challenge.
I’m not sure what possessed me to take on canning today – other than the giant box of 2nds peaches I picked up at the market this morning. The peaches were a little underripe, and I wanted to leave them on the counter in a bag to ripen, but the fruit flies would not allow that to happen. I don’t know where the little buggers come from, but they’re super annoying, and I wasn’t about to let them get the best of our gorgeous produce.
First up, zucchini pickles. Our garden isn’t exactly overflowing with summer squash, but we had enough in the crisper that I was starting to get concerned. We both love the zucchini pickle spears that come with sandwiches at Jolly Pumpkin, so I figured it was worth giving them a try. I used the Zany Zucchini Pickles recipe from the Ball Complete Book of Home Preserving, which called for a soak and a rinse, another soak in hot brine, a simmer, and then a quick pack and process in the open water bath. The recipe claimed it would yield 6 half pints – instead I got 4 pints and a whole lot of leftover brine. Pickleback, anyone?
Since it was already about 1,000,000 degrees in the house and since the water bath was already boiling, I figured I might as well press on with the peaches. I think it was around this time that I popped open a beer, pinned my bangs back, and gave in to the sweat running down the back of my neck.
To can peaches, you must first peel them. If you’re canning not-quite-ripe peaches, as I was, you’ll find this quite a chore, even with the boiling water then very cold water trick described in this recipe. I forgot the lemon juice, so I’m hoping the peaches don’t brown too much – when you’re working with fruit canned in a hot syrup, acidity should only be an aesthetic issue. I followed the ‘raw pack’ method, meaning that my peaches are in hot syrup but were not themselves hot when canned. By the time the last batch was in the canner, I was disgustingly sweaty, the fruit flies were out in full force, and I’d made two trips to the compost bin with peach pits and skins. I earned that beer, dammit. And I’m looking forward to enjoying the jars of rosy-pink peaches that have already been transferred to the basement shelves.
Zany Zucchini Pickles from Ball Complete Book of Home Preserving
Peaches (roughly the same recipe, though I used the one from Ball Complete Book of Home Preserving)