Baby: lemon, apple, banana, cucumber, rutabaga, carrot and butternut squash.....
The above are just a few of the veggie/fruit inspirations we have been using to cook with at home. Our creative dinners have been inspired by our growing baby girl in her warm ever becoming smaller home inside the womb. It's been fun each week to imagine how big she is compared to each of these items since as chef parents to be we have a pretty great understanding of what that size is.
Each week I get an e-mail from Babycenter.com that updates us on where we are at in the pregnancy process. It tells us things like the weight and possible length. We find out how our baby girl is developing her sense of hearing and sight, the formation of her lungs and nervous system and we receive fairly accurate reports of what I may be experiencing too! Lately I have to admit it seems like we are already running out of room in my short torso. The kicks are getting stronger and some of her movements have literally took my breathe away.
We are at week 29 as of April 5th.
I stopped at Hansens grocery store in Suttons Bay specifically to buy a butternut squash this weekend but that store usually keeps me captive for more than my intended get in and get out grocery shopping plan. I make a couple circles through the produce section and checked for any new products in the specialty cheese section. I used to spend a lot of time in the wine department- they have a very nicely organized section in case my wine aficionado friends didn't know already- but I don't spend much time there recently for obvious reasons.
I grabbed a red onion and celery on my first pass along with the squash. The second time around it was goat cheese, green onion, and eggs. All along thinking about how I could incorporate these items into my butternut squash creation. What do I already have at home that needs to be used? Was that bacon I saw in the freezer? I could make a soup, a casserole, waffles... Oh yeah I don't have a waffle maker.... Hmmmmm.
By the time I passed the deli for a third time I couldn't resist stopping for one of those gigantic dill pickles and a small container of potato salad too. Saaallttt....... Total pregnant woman stereotype that I wasn't about to deny at this point.
My small splurge confession- the Harboro gummy bears- you know the ones that have been around forever- I squished them in the package to make sure they were fresh and not stale and hard. Those would do when my sweet tooth arrived later on. I smile as I am writing this now because that was supposed to be a secret but I'm tattling about For a reason i don't have. I definitely made sure when the bag boy was putting my order into the brown paper bag that those went on top just in case I wanted a few to enjoy on the way home.
I turned on my oven to 350 degrees right away when I got home with the idea that I would roast the butternut squash and decide from there what to do with it. 2 hours later I finally got to chopping up the squash and added it to the perfectly warmed up appliance. I got a little sidetracked cleaning as any normal pregnant woman who is nesting will do.
When the roasted squash had done its job smelling up the kitchen with its deliciously sweet and earthy aromas i was still formulating my plan as i scooped the flesh away from the skin. I then set to work on my dinner tribute to our "baby butternut squash girl". I would just figure it out as I went along- perfectly normal way of doing things in the kitchen for me.
I have to admit I am pretty happy with the outcome for our dinner that evening. Somewhat simple yet vibrant flavor combinations and distinct textures that balanced each other out nicely too.
I was asked if I would share my recipe by my dear friend Sahra in which I replied "I have to remember what I did. Cooking without a recipe is a reoccurring instance to my style of cooking that I am comfortable with. I often think I should be better about keeping track with what I am doing so I can do it again if I want to or share it easily with friends who ask but that rarely happens.
I am grateful this time that I was asked though since I do plan to make something similar to this again. Maybe for our little girl when she is our growing toddler. I know her older brother and sister love food like this already so hopefully she has similar taste buds for trying new foods too!
BUTTERNUT SQUASH FRITTERS WITH CRUNCHY CELERY SALSA- stacked with crispy bacon and crumbled goat cheese.
Ingredients:
Butternut squash- chopped into large pieces roasted at 350 until al dente- not too soft.
Scoop out the squash flesh after cooled into a bowl- it's okay if it is in chunks.
While squash roasts in the oven:
Prepare and put into a bowl:
-1/4 cup chopped red peppers
-1-2 stalks green onion chopped
-1/4 cup of chopped red onion sautéed til translucent in 1 tbsp oil- it will seem like a lot of oil but this is part of what will make the fritters flavor and crisp.
-2 cloves of garlic minced and added to the onion half way during the sautéing process
Bake your bacon strips in the oven at 400 degrees until crisp.
Make the salsa:
Slice up on the bias thinly two celery stalks, slice a handful of cherry tomatoes and One tablespoon of minced raw red onion. Add salt and pepper, about two tsp white wine vinegar or verjus if you have it, 1 tsp of maple syrup and 1 tsp of oil or warm bacon fat depending on what you like.
Note: I saved the bacon fat for cooking the fritters later. I actually experimented cooking two with bacon fat and two with butter. The bacon fat ones kept a prettier orange squashy color while the butteriness got browner on the outside.
Combine the above with the semi cooled squash with a fork gently
Then:
-Add one egg
-1/2 cup flour more or less just so the batter is not too wet
-Salt and pepper to taste
-You could add other herbs and spices depending on what you have available- i kept this one simple.
Heat up your sauté pan with butter or bacon fat and in 1/4 cup portions spoon the squash batter into the pan and gently push it down until about 1/4 inch thick and fritter looking- or like a pancake. Cook on both sides until golden brown.
Remove the fritter from the pan and put onto a sheet tray lined with parchment and place into a 300 degree oven to keep warm and crisp as you cook the rest of the fritters.
Right before you plate up your creation warm your plates up in the oven for a few moments. Stack two fritters with bacon strips in the middle and a little goat cheese. Place the celery salsa on top and more crumbled goat cheese as desired. Enjoy!!
*Forgive Me * Forgive Me Not * We All Have To Eat To Live * So Lets Make It Something Good*
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Remembering how to Just Be
I'm holding back tears as I begin to write this Post. I have found a place to lay my stress and weariness aside and just be. Its like a treasure that was buried so deep has just reached the surface for the first in a very long time. The carefree stride I may have known as a child has returned for me to experience now as an adult. I have had an opportunity to appreciate, and not take for granted, as I once did probably when I was younger, a beautiful freedom. Oh the many days I used to spend and start out without a plan or timeline- only to experience and uncover the coolest adventures, and make the best memories while running through the woods or riding my bike around the block.
What I love about his particular stop of this trip is the simplicity and the rare ability to be so close to nature comfortably. I have loved it! Every breathe that I take is refreshing. . I am finding that saying goodbye to this place is like saying good bye to a long lost friend that I am afraid I may not see again for a very long time. It's amazing to me that it took traveling over thousands of miles to finally get to this point of realization. Now that I have made it, I am afraid I might lose it... again.
We have been staying in a Yurt- I will write more on this later but it is the coolest thing that I never knew existed until 3 days ago.
No multi tasking and worries of communication here- there are no phones or Internet on this mountainside in Big Sur. Without warning I am disconnected from the world I have grown accustomed to being apart of. I don't miss it- Besides the concern of contacting my kids for a our daily chats while I am away, I do really miss their giggles over the phone.... I actually miss a lot more about them than that. Like the smell of their wet shampooed hair. Riley's hand rubbing my pregnant belly and all his anxious excitement to be a big brother. His busy boy constant movement until he finally falls into deep sleep so quickly. I miss Lauren's soft smile, and caring eyes- the way she holds my hand on walks and in the car. I miss them a lot and on every new discovery during this trip I think about how they would absolutely love this place too.
BIG SUR-
The gentle warmth of the sun is a loving embrace on this mountainside
If I close my eyes this breezy hillside could be anywhere, but when I open them the view is magnificently unlike anything I have ever seen with my own eyes. All the pictures that I had seen in my lifetime of places like this simply don't compare to this real moment that touches every one of my senses.
As I look out over the ocean there are whales in the distance, following the ocean currents, instinctively guiding their young towards a bright future of warmth and food in the southern seas.
I am surrounded by the smells of subtle natural perfumes, of rosemary and lavender, lemon verbena and pine.
And when I take a deep breathe everything just slows down a bit.
I think of how my Lauren and Riley would love this- everything I have taught them about happiness and making healthy choices is available here.
I rub my pregnant belly and let our baby know this is a good healthy moment for both of us too. Soft little kicks from within seem to agree.
My fingers are interlocked with my best friend and love, as he seems to be in the same state of mind too- a sweet boyish grin on his face.
All at once, I can hear the ocean, the wind, the barking seals at night.
The windows and doors are open and invite the surrounding atmosphere to cradle us to sleep each night.
In the morning the sunrise over the mountain is amazing and inspiring.
In the evening the sunset paints a never ending picture with a palette of tangerine orange and crimson reds, purples and blushy tones that extend forever.
I can truly just be here. Thankfulness in my heart abounds.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Lately, Autumn.
Sunset from the front porch
I've been making plans for cooking soup, going on some woodsy hikes, enjoying sunsets, snuggling in with a fire roaring in the fireplace and wearing wool socks.... It must be Autumn is officially here. This season always puts me in an extra thoughtful mood when it comes to my cooking and writing too!! New confessions on the horizon? We shall see....
Me:
I'm a mama, I'm a daughter
I'm a lover, I'm a sweetheart
I'm a chef, I'm an artist
I'm a big sister, I'm an ally
I'm a friend, I'm a companion
I'm a sunshine, I'm a daisy
I'm a teacher, I'm an encourager
I am Stephanie, thankful for all the ways I get to be me, everyday, all day, true.
My food:
Made this soup with my recent farm market treasures... Delicious vibrant harvest by the spoonful and easy to make too!
Garlic
Cinnamon
Honey
Roasted butternut squash
Veggie stock
Butter
Onion
White wine
S&P
Sunday, July 22, 2012
30 Confessions to 34- Day #28 Poet Mindfulness
30 Confessions to 34
07.21.12
Day 28
Its 11:53 and I have 7 minutes to write something today if I want it to be done before day end. I had plenty of time to write this sooner but I honestly dilly dallied and now it is quite late. I feel like I had so much I wanted to say today... One thing I do when I feel overwhelmed is I write poetry. It seems to be a helpful way for me to bring all my thoughts back together and give my mind a break.
I have been thinking about being mindful a lot....
This morning I stopped to pay attention to the sun.
I noticed it doesn't ask permission to do what it knows it is supposed to do.
It shows up, it nourishes our world, it gives warmth and makes life here on earth possible
It doesn't worry if the clouds get in the way- it still shines even if no one can see it clearly.
This afternoon I stopped to pay attention to the people all around me.
I noticed they are an infinite palette of various emotions
Many have not learned how to control their own yet.
They show up to their lives, do what they need to, want to, have to, wish to and hope to....
They worry way too much about things that they have no control over.
This evening I stopped to pay attention to my heart beat.
I noticed that I am alive and wonderfully curious on my continuous journey.
I have an opportunity each day to be intentional about every single part of my life
I will not waste my heartbeats on worrying if things don't go the way I imagined.
07.21.12
Day 28
Its 11:53 and I have 7 minutes to write something today if I want it to be done before day end. I had plenty of time to write this sooner but I honestly dilly dallied and now it is quite late. I feel like I had so much I wanted to say today... One thing I do when I feel overwhelmed is I write poetry. It seems to be a helpful way for me to bring all my thoughts back together and give my mind a break.
I have been thinking about being mindful a lot....
This morning I stopped to pay attention to the sun.
I noticed it doesn't ask permission to do what it knows it is supposed to do.
It shows up, it nourishes our world, it gives warmth and makes life here on earth possible
It doesn't worry if the clouds get in the way- it still shines even if no one can see it clearly.
This afternoon I stopped to pay attention to the people all around me.
I noticed they are an infinite palette of various emotions
Many have not learned how to control their own yet.
They show up to their lives, do what they need to, want to, have to, wish to and hope to....
They worry way too much about things that they have no control over.
This evening I stopped to pay attention to my heart beat.
I noticed that I am alive and wonderfully curious on my continuous journey.
I have an opportunity each day to be intentional about every single part of my life
I will not waste my heartbeats on worrying if things don't go the way I imagined.
I will accept reality and then live my waking hours as happily as I dream they can be.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Confession # 29: Refinement
30 confessions to 34
07.20.12
Confession #29
Word or phrase of the day: Refinement
Synonyms: advancement, breakthrough, enhancement, improvement, advance
Antonyms: setback
Today I had a revelation. It's not a new one but had a new twist, it gave me a better understanding....
A few months ago I was cracking a bunch of eggs for a recipe. The production was large enough that I needed the 30 qt mixer, which happens to be shared equipment with another Baker named Jen on the Black Star Farms property. One part of the recipe called for a whole case of eggs to be cracked. (For those of you who don't know, that is approx. 180 eggs.) Jen was also present that day working on her own projects and as I was busy cracking my eggs, she seemed interested in what I was doing. I could feel her watching me. Then she shouted across the kitchen to me over the noise of convection ovens and the dough sheeter, "Wow, are you cracking those eggs one at a time??!!"
"Yes" I said feeing a little uncomfortable and for some reason possibly self conscience now.
Jen replied "Well someday you should be able to crack those with one hand, and then maybe when you get good enough- even two at a time!! It sure will save you a lot of time when you figure that one out."
I have to admit I felt crushed at the specific moment, my immediate reaction was to think "Jeez, I am doing the best that I can here. Why does she have to point out that I am obviously not as good as her yet." Interestingly when I thought no one was looking I tried cracking eggs with one hand that day.
I took her words to heart as I later thought about what she said. In no way was her intention to be cruel or rude, she was stating an obvious result of practice and efficiency. She knew that the more and more I had to prepare recipes in mass, as I was doing that day, that I would find ways to be more efficient. She was teaching me if I was willing to listen. It wasn't a personal attack, it was a professional insight to help me become better.
The more subtle message in what she said, and that which I learned was "your success will be that much quicker the sooner you figure out how to do this better, faster, stronger." This was a breakthrough moment for me and has helped me since then to push myself to be better, to improve my work day after day.
I can now crack eggs with one hand, two hands even for two at a time! There are still some shells to fish out of the bottom of the bowl at the end of a egg breaking free for all. I still have to keep practicing! Still, the time it takes to crack those eggs and fish out the few shells is far less time than cracking a whole case, egg by egg.
So the revelation:
Today I learned from being on the other side as the instructor, that the people you think you are helping may not seem to hear what you have to say when sharing what you know.
As the teacher, sharing what I know, I will have faith that they did hear it, despite the defensiveness or the excuses. I will believe that they want to be better. Its my opinion that in order to advance in whatever they are pursuing in career, happiness, health, or knowledge they may need to acknowledge other perspectives and ideas about how to do things. I believe that if they are passionate and love what they are doing that they will strive constantly to be better.
I received a better understanding today from being on the other side that through listening I can gain knowledge to be even more refined and better at what I do. The lesson I learned from Jen is what planted the seed of this idea, my experience from the reversal in roles today reinforced my need to continue listening. I have to remind myself over and over that I still have so much to learn. When people point things out to me that i could be better at, I need to not take it personally but be thankful they actually took the time to point it out.... and then practice practice practice!
Thank goodness, I am always still a student first.
Continuing to pursue successfully and advance in what I love, this practice I have in the kitchen. I constantly want to improve my abilities and skills within my culinary work. I am open to suggestions and help, and I have to not be afraid of constructive criticism. (Though I still have to remind myself over and over to not let me first reaction be defensive or feel like I did something wrong.) My growth as a professional will not be possible if I think I am always doing it perfectly the first time.
I will be open to the advice and wisdom of the people who I trust want to see me at my best.
07.20.12
Confession #29
Word or phrase of the day: Refinement
Synonyms: advancement, breakthrough, enhancement, improvement, advance
Antonyms: setback
Today I had a revelation. It's not a new one but had a new twist, it gave me a better understanding....
A few months ago I was cracking a bunch of eggs for a recipe. The production was large enough that I needed the 30 qt mixer, which happens to be shared equipment with another Baker named Jen on the Black Star Farms property. One part of the recipe called for a whole case of eggs to be cracked. (For those of you who don't know, that is approx. 180 eggs.) Jen was also present that day working on her own projects and as I was busy cracking my eggs, she seemed interested in what I was doing. I could feel her watching me. Then she shouted across the kitchen to me over the noise of convection ovens and the dough sheeter, "Wow, are you cracking those eggs one at a time??!!"
"Yes" I said feeing a little uncomfortable and for some reason possibly self conscience now.
Jen replied "Well someday you should be able to crack those with one hand, and then maybe when you get good enough- even two at a time!! It sure will save you a lot of time when you figure that one out."
I have to admit I felt crushed at the specific moment, my immediate reaction was to think "Jeez, I am doing the best that I can here. Why does she have to point out that I am obviously not as good as her yet." Interestingly when I thought no one was looking I tried cracking eggs with one hand that day.
I took her words to heart as I later thought about what she said. In no way was her intention to be cruel or rude, she was stating an obvious result of practice and efficiency. She knew that the more and more I had to prepare recipes in mass, as I was doing that day, that I would find ways to be more efficient. She was teaching me if I was willing to listen. It wasn't a personal attack, it was a professional insight to help me become better.
The more subtle message in what she said, and that which I learned was "your success will be that much quicker the sooner you figure out how to do this better, faster, stronger." This was a breakthrough moment for me and has helped me since then to push myself to be better, to improve my work day after day.
I can now crack eggs with one hand, two hands even for two at a time! There are still some shells to fish out of the bottom of the bowl at the end of a egg breaking free for all. I still have to keep practicing! Still, the time it takes to crack those eggs and fish out the few shells is far less time than cracking a whole case, egg by egg.
So the revelation:
Today I learned from being on the other side as the instructor, that the people you think you are helping may not seem to hear what you have to say when sharing what you know.
As the teacher, sharing what I know, I will have faith that they did hear it, despite the defensiveness or the excuses. I will believe that they want to be better. Its my opinion that in order to advance in whatever they are pursuing in career, happiness, health, or knowledge they may need to acknowledge other perspectives and ideas about how to do things. I believe that if they are passionate and love what they are doing that they will strive constantly to be better.
I received a better understanding today from being on the other side that through listening I can gain knowledge to be even more refined and better at what I do. The lesson I learned from Jen is what planted the seed of this idea, my experience from the reversal in roles today reinforced my need to continue listening. I have to remind myself over and over that I still have so much to learn. When people point things out to me that i could be better at, I need to not take it personally but be thankful they actually took the time to point it out.... and then practice practice practice!
Thank goodness, I am always still a student first.
Continuing to pursue successfully and advance in what I love, this practice I have in the kitchen. I constantly want to improve my abilities and skills within my culinary work. I am open to suggestions and help, and I have to not be afraid of constructive criticism. (Though I still have to remind myself over and over to not let me first reaction be defensive or feel like I did something wrong.) My growth as a professional will not be possible if I think I am always doing it perfectly the first time.
I will be open to the advice and wisdom of the people who I trust want to see me at my best.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
30 Confessions to 34 ~ Day 30
30 Confessions to 34
Day 30
07.19.12
Confession: I start a lot of projects like this one. Keeping up with this one "could" be challenging for me as well.
whew, that was a really hard confession to make... I guess the truest ones always are. Notice I emphasized the word "could" because I am not going to start this out by making a negative prediction. Instead I would like to believe I will stick to this one and find much satisfaction and reward in the completion.
The thing is I have this idea that I think is cool. I want to document my journey over the next thirty days on my way to my 34th birthday. The purpose you ask? I'm not really sure if there is one, except that I would like to accomplish some different things I have been thinking about doing lately and keeping a journal was at the top of my list.
On my countdown to the next new year of my life there are some fundamental goals I have that don't necessarily have specific definitions on what it will take to achieve them. Many of these I already possess, but if I can be fortunate enough to add even more to my overall happiness, health, knowledge and love than my life will surely be that much richer. How could it not?
Today I focused on being mindful and the gift that I received was joy.- Happiness
I took time to get out for a walk/run early this morning in the rain- Health
I secretly looked up how to break down a salmon so that I would look like I knew what I was doing when it came time to prepare the fish that we caught on Lake Michigan the other day- Knowledge
I ate A LOT of fresh blueberries today because they are my absolute favorite fruit in the whole wide world and there is nothing more delicios to this foodlover than plain old hand picked berries!- Love
Quote of the day:
"The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination~ Don Williams, Jr. 1968
Day 30
07.19.12
The beginning of my journey- I walked/ran 3 miles today!- Healthy
Confession: I start a lot of projects like this one. Keeping up with this one "could" be challenging for me as well.
whew, that was a really hard confession to make... I guess the truest ones always are. Notice I emphasized the word "could" because I am not going to start this out by making a negative prediction. Instead I would like to believe I will stick to this one and find much satisfaction and reward in the completion.
The thing is I have this idea that I think is cool. I want to document my journey over the next thirty days on my way to my 34th birthday. The purpose you ask? I'm not really sure if there is one, except that I would like to accomplish some different things I have been thinking about doing lately and keeping a journal was at the top of my list.
On my countdown to the next new year of my life there are some fundamental goals I have that don't necessarily have specific definitions on what it will take to achieve them. Many of these I already possess, but if I can be fortunate enough to add even more to my overall happiness, health, knowledge and love than my life will surely be that much richer. How could it not?
Today I focused on being mindful and the gift that I received was joy.- Happiness
I took time to get out for a walk/run early this morning in the rain- Health
I secretly looked up how to break down a salmon so that I would look like I knew what I was doing when it came time to prepare the fish that we caught on Lake Michigan the other day- Knowledge
I ate A LOT of fresh blueberries today because they are my absolute favorite fruit in the whole wide world and there is nothing more delicios to this foodlover than plain old hand picked berries!- Love
Quote of the day:
"The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination~ Don Williams, Jr. 1968
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Classic Summer's Eve Decoupage
Wednesdays confession...
I stood in the middle of the parking lot, in near darkness. I just stood there. Taking a deeper breathe, now listening to the mixture of night sounds and the muted conversations and laughing of the people just over the other side of the dune. I took a panoramic scan of the scenery that surrounded me, and then closed my eyes like a shutter of a camera, quickly burning the image into my memory. What I captured was my paradise, the farwell traces of a gorgeous lake michigan sunset, the timed arrival of a glowing moon and my children 20 steps ahead of me whispering plans of how to catch fireflies and put them in a jar. A classic summer's eve.....
A sweet musical melody of a voice beckoned me away from my trance, "Mama, did you forget where the car was parked?" came Lauren's giggling concern. She had obviously turned around and noticed I had stopped forward motion. Her natural instincts to question my interesting stance, her curiosity is rooted in the fact that she will be an outstanding mother someday. She's always very alert to what is happening and her caring attention to everyone's well being around her is endearing.
I waited a quiet moment to answer her which peeked her interest even more... and now her brother wanted to know what was up too. The shuffling of sandy flip flop feet began to make there way back to me and I answered while they were in route in a whisper only they could hear. I said "look all around us, this is like a dream come true don't you think". I love Lauren's reply... "Mama, do you want me to pinch you? You know, to make sure it is really real?"
Everyone snickered and then I think we all spent the car ride home really thinking about what I had said. It was a really wonderful day for us, full to the brim and flowing over with all our favorite things. The kids let me get my work done on the computer and the phone early since it was a rainy morning. At lunchtime I closed my computer up and declared the rest of the day would be all about us! This announcement was accepted with lots of cheering and an out loud tally of all the wonderful things we could accomplish in a day. We were bound and determined to take advantage of a beautiful summer's day.
The coolest part of the day for me I confess was the opportunity to spend some time in the kitchen and over our new weber charcoal grill. For me it is a complete step back down memory lane to when I was their age and would watch my mom make our family's Armenian traditional dinner favorite. Its a meal that is truly the best when done in the hottest days of summer and after a full day of family together time. I have written about it before
Lauren and Riley's enthusiasm to learn and be apart of something culinary that is special to me is another reason why I am so thankful to have chosen my career as a chef. Some of my favorite life memories have been centered around food. Its these certain moments that have defined my adoring passion for food and this particular one I am going to share with you is in the top 10 for sure:
~Whether the beautiful woman knew I was watching or not, I'm not sure, but I picked up quickly on her organized process. I noticed how she had not done any food prep until she was sure the grill charcoals were lit and heating up, except to make sure she had all the ingredients beforehand. This preparedness is what I now lovingly refer to as "mise en place" since finishing culinary school. My sister and I laughed while she got the fire going because the cat always came by to try and lick the grill grate she had propped up on the ground. He never got much satisfaction since she wasn't about to let him contaminate the food cooking surface. He would retreat quickly, his tail up in the air and obviously ticked off about her swift rescue of the grate as she lay it over the black briquets.
This meal my mom was preparing usually equaled our Grandma Rose to be sitting on the white deck chairs outside too. She was a full blooded Armenian beauty and I was always so proud to tell people so since I had inherited her olive skin tone and dark hair and eyes features.
Its easy for me to imagine and remember Grandma's big black purse on the ground next to her feet, full of all kinds of things including a novel type book and her cigarettes. She had on a comfy blue and white striped tank top and white linen slacks with her ballet flat type slippers and seemed so relaxed. Grandma would come to stay with us every summer and I always looked forward to sitting outside with her and chatting... especially when I was still young enough that I didn't have to help with dinner- we would watch my mom seemingly float between the house and the patio... looking like she could use a cold glass of lemonade. Our only job at the time was to set the picnic table while my mom got the shish kabobs on the grill, made the rice pilaf on the stove inside and put the freshly shucked corn in the water pot to boil.
When we all sat down to eat the food.... it was amazing, delicious, satisfying and yet so simple. That's really all I have to say about it.
Yet more than the food it was the scenery I think. All the sensations including the aromas of lighter fluid, sun screen and my mom's Le aire du temps perfume. The evening sunlight filtering through the aspen tree shadows. The sound of a neighbor mowing their lawn two doors down, and my friend Janelle's dog Shasta barking across the back alley. The humidity in the air creating little sweat droplets on the sides of our noses and under our eyes as we ate our armenian feast. Dinner wasn't even finished and my sister Jen was already asking when we would get to roast marshmallows on the last of the hot charcoal. My mom would excuse her once she had cleared her whole plate to go find a branch to use as a marshmallow poker. This was a classic summer's eve....

These are the bountiful memories of my life when I have truly just stopped to pay attention. Wonderfully its what I am still doing more than I probably realize. I've gotten much better at slowing down to purposefully take in my atmosphere, my life experience. I have noticed whatever it is that makes me so completely aware of the "right now" is always followed by a silent command to take inventory of every thing happening around me. In these moments a peaceful internal narrator speaks my story. A story about a girl who is deeply thankful for so much in her life, everyday, all the time
My Armenian roots.
I stood in the middle of the parking lot, in near darkness. I just stood there. Taking a deeper breathe, now listening to the mixture of night sounds and the muted conversations and laughing of the people just over the other side of the dune. I took a panoramic scan of the scenery that surrounded me, and then closed my eyes like a shutter of a camera, quickly burning the image into my memory. What I captured was my paradise, the farwell traces of a gorgeous lake michigan sunset, the timed arrival of a glowing moon and my children 20 steps ahead of me whispering plans of how to catch fireflies and put them in a jar. A classic summer's eve.....
A sweet musical melody of a voice beckoned me away from my trance, "Mama, did you forget where the car was parked?" came Lauren's giggling concern. She had obviously turned around and noticed I had stopped forward motion. Her natural instincts to question my interesting stance, her curiosity is rooted in the fact that she will be an outstanding mother someday. She's always very alert to what is happening and her caring attention to everyone's well being around her is endearing.
I waited a quiet moment to answer her which peeked her interest even more... and now her brother wanted to know what was up too. The shuffling of sandy flip flop feet began to make there way back to me and I answered while they were in route in a whisper only they could hear. I said "look all around us, this is like a dream come true don't you think". I love Lauren's reply... "Mama, do you want me to pinch you? You know, to make sure it is really real?"
Everyone snickered and then I think we all spent the car ride home really thinking about what I had said. It was a really wonderful day for us, full to the brim and flowing over with all our favorite things. The kids let me get my work done on the computer and the phone early since it was a rainy morning. At lunchtime I closed my computer up and declared the rest of the day would be all about us! This announcement was accepted with lots of cheering and an out loud tally of all the wonderful things we could accomplish in a day. We were bound and determined to take advantage of a beautiful summer's day.
The coolest part of the day for me I confess was the opportunity to spend some time in the kitchen and over our new weber charcoal grill. For me it is a complete step back down memory lane to when I was their age and would watch my mom make our family's Armenian traditional dinner favorite. Its a meal that is truly the best when done in the hottest days of summer and after a full day of family together time. I have written about it before
Lauren and Riley's enthusiasm to learn and be apart of something culinary that is special to me is another reason why I am so thankful to have chosen my career as a chef. Some of my favorite life memories have been centered around food. Its these certain moments that have defined my adoring passion for food and this particular one I am going to share with you is in the top 10 for sure:
~Whether the beautiful woman knew I was watching or not, I'm not sure, but I picked up quickly on her organized process. I noticed how she had not done any food prep until she was sure the grill charcoals were lit and heating up, except to make sure she had all the ingredients beforehand. This preparedness is what I now lovingly refer to as "mise en place" since finishing culinary school. My sister and I laughed while she got the fire going because the cat always came by to try and lick the grill grate she had propped up on the ground. He never got much satisfaction since she wasn't about to let him contaminate the food cooking surface. He would retreat quickly, his tail up in the air and obviously ticked off about her swift rescue of the grate as she lay it over the black briquets.
This meal my mom was preparing usually equaled our Grandma Rose to be sitting on the white deck chairs outside too. She was a full blooded Armenian beauty and I was always so proud to tell people so since I had inherited her olive skin tone and dark hair and eyes features.
Its easy for me to imagine and remember Grandma's big black purse on the ground next to her feet, full of all kinds of things including a novel type book and her cigarettes. She had on a comfy blue and white striped tank top and white linen slacks with her ballet flat type slippers and seemed so relaxed. Grandma would come to stay with us every summer and I always looked forward to sitting outside with her and chatting... especially when I was still young enough that I didn't have to help with dinner- we would watch my mom seemingly float between the house and the patio... looking like she could use a cold glass of lemonade. Our only job at the time was to set the picnic table while my mom got the shish kabobs on the grill, made the rice pilaf on the stove inside and put the freshly shucked corn in the water pot to boil.
When we all sat down to eat the food.... it was amazing, delicious, satisfying and yet so simple. That's really all I have to say about it.
Yet more than the food it was the scenery I think. All the sensations including the aromas of lighter fluid, sun screen and my mom's Le aire du temps perfume. The evening sunlight filtering through the aspen tree shadows. The sound of a neighbor mowing their lawn two doors down, and my friend Janelle's dog Shasta barking across the back alley. The humidity in the air creating little sweat droplets on the sides of our noses and under our eyes as we ate our armenian feast. Dinner wasn't even finished and my sister Jen was already asking when we would get to roast marshmallows on the last of the hot charcoal. My mom would excuse her once she had cleared her whole plate to go find a branch to use as a marshmallow poker. This was a classic summer's eve....
I love how some of my experiences new and old overlap from different decades and create a unique and beautiful decoupage of love and happiness.
These are the bountiful memories of my life when I have truly just stopped to pay attention. Wonderfully its what I am still doing more than I probably realize. I've gotten much better at slowing down to purposefully take in my atmosphere, my life experience. I have noticed whatever it is that makes me so completely aware of the "right now" is always followed by a silent command to take inventory of every thing happening around me. In these moments a peaceful internal narrator speaks my story. A story about a girl who is deeply thankful for so much in her life, everyday, all the time
check out an older story if you like
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