>Where the Cookbooks Are

>It’s the economy. Or maybe it’s due to the increasingly common food-borne illnesses like salmonella. More and more people are turning to buying locally and cooking from scratch. Where do they get their recipes? For many of today’s cooks, the basics and the preserving tips skipped a generation. Our mothers (and occasionally our fathers) cooked from mixes and made convenience foods whenever they could. These frozen foods and boxed mixes made it easy for working parents to feed the family when they got home. For a long time, there was no desire to go back to the old ways of slow cooking, starting with the basic ingredients. Time-saving was time-saving, and thank goodness for that!

That’s how food blogger Drew came up with the name for his web site and blog How to Cook Like your Grandmother. Drew recently asked readers where we get our recipes and where we keep our cookbooks. You guessed it, readers. I grabbed my camera.

The main batch of cookbooks, the ones I use most often, sit on an easily accessible shelf next to the kitchen. It’s on the main drag in the home; you can tell by the keys/ change bowl in the center and my purse on the right.
A second shelf of cookbooks takes up space inside the cupboard. It fills about half the shelf. My 13 by 9 pans, muffin pans, and cooling racks sit to the right. Below, well, you can see below! Slow cooker, mixer, immersion blender, coffee grinder.
Now back to our main event: cookbooks and recipes. I also have a file on my laptop aptly named “Recipes.” Subfolders include cookies, canning, and crock pot. There’s a similar folder on the family desktop computer, the one I use very little these days. Between two of the cookbooks inside the cabinet are two old-time files — manila file folders — filled with printed recipes and inspirations cut from magazines and newspapers. Some day (some summer day, most likely) I’ll make a project out of organizing them into a binder.
I don’t really cook like my grandmother. I cook like me. Only the future will tell how my daughter will cook, and so far she’s doing quite well. I might even let her take a few favorites away to start her own cookbook collection. Maybe.

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>The Adventures of Sun-Loving Rat

>Hi, I’m Sun-lovin’ Rat! I came from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada to visit Daisy and family. Any visit to the O-K Chorale (yes, I did mean to spell it that way! ) includes a road trip of some sort.

On our way out of a medical appointment we stopped at the golden arches. Mmmm, fries. That huge Ronald guy was kind of scary, though.
Next we drove a long, long way to drop off Amigo at the school for the blind. We got him there just in time for track practice. The Visitor tags were so cool I decided to wear mine all the way home.
It was a beautiful day for a long drive; I think I napped a little. The seats in Chuck’s Saturn are a nice gray color, just like Sun-Lovin’ Rat!

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>Healthy Choice steamed meals

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I’m all about fresh foods whenever possible, cooking them from scratch whenever we have time. When Mom Central offered a blog tour sponsored by Healthy Choice, it took a little thought before I signed up. I’m glad I did. In their new steamed meals, Healthy Choice worked hard to minimize the ingredient list and keep those ingredients identifiable to ordinary people like you and me. They created packaging to steam cook each meal, maintaining the quality of the frozen-fresh vegetables. No mushy cafeteria beans!

Many of my teaching colleagues stock up on microwave meals for their school lunches. They’ll pick out five at the store on Sunday, drop them in the lounge freezer on Monday, and continue on with their teaching week with no worries about lunches. These are really handy, and not just for teachers, I’m sure.

Healthy Choice sent me two of their new Steamed meals to try: Rosemary Chicken and Sweet Potatoes & Garlic Shrimp. Here’s a snatch from the back of the Rosemary Chicken box:

“Steaming is one of the freshest ways to prepare food… it locks in fresh taste and unlocks the vibrant flavors and colors of quality ingredients.” Agreed. The vegetables looked delicious and colorful; the “Eat the Rainbow” crowd would have approved. Cooked in the microwave under their special steam film, the meat and vegetables were cooked well, but not overdone. I followed the directions precisely (are you proud of me?) and even checked the temperature with a meat thermometer to make sure my slightly weaker microwave had cooked the meat through. The meal wasn’t burn-your-tongue hot, though. That’s a serious consideration when you have a lunch period like mine, with limited time to “cook” and eat before meetings and prep times begin.

The back of the package also has nutrition information in a form that requires little thought. That’s okay, folks; if you’re calculating calories, exchanges, or Weight Watchers points, it’s all there for you.
My impression? Overwhelmingly positive. Microwave meals usually leave me unsatisfied, wanting to make a PBJ on the side. This one was delicious and satisfying. I could eat it for a school lunch and not worry about my stomach growling before the dismissal bell.

I usually cook Rosemary Chicken by reaching outside the door for my herbs. But in the middle of winter when I’m hunting for good and easy lunch options, I’ll look to Healthy Choice and steam it up for lunch. Before that happens, though, I’m going to try the shrimp option. It looks simply delicious, too.

I wrote this review while participating in a blog campaign by Mom Central on behalf of Healthy Choice and received samples of their new steaming entrées to facilitate my candid review. Mom Central also sent me a gift card to thank me for taking the time to participate. Healthy Choice has a Facebook page if you’re interested in more information.

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>NFL Season: what do you cook?

>Game Day meals can be so much more than pizza or bratwurst. What’s a bratwurst? If you’re not from the Midwest, you probably don’t want to know. It’s kind of like really knowing the ingredients in sausage – a little too much information.

Last week Chuck made his version of Philly Cheese steak on French bread. Our Green Bay Packers proceeded to beat the Philadelphia Eagles on their home turf for the first time in nigh on 50 seasons.
This could become a tradition or even a superstition, if we’re not careful. The second weekend of the NFL regular season, Gang Green and Gold lined up to play the Buffalo Bills. What to make? Buffalo burgers? No, Chuck isn’t fond of bison meat. Buffalo chicken wings or nuggets? I’m not fond of nuggets, and Chuck didn’t know what to do about the sauce. Well, that’s never stopped us before, has it? Time to search the cookbooks and the Internet!
Chuck bought our Buffalo wings this time, but I did a little research so we could make them next time.
We found a Taste of Home recipe for chicken nuggets from scratch. I could handle these.
Then I looked into one of my go-to cookbooks, 70 Meals, One Trip to the Store for a buffalo chicken recipe. She had a buffalo chicken sandwich, and it looked easy enough for a game day lunch!
Buffalo Chicken Sandwiches
Ingredients;
4 chicken breasts
1/2 cup hot sauce
2 Tablespoons olive oil
1 cup flour
1 teaspoon garlic salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 cup butter
4 rolls (or hamburger buns)
4 slices lettuce
4 slices onion
Combine flour, garlic salt and pepper. Coat chicken well in the flour mixture. Heat butter and hot sauce in a small pan on stove just until butter melts; turn heat to low, cover and keep warm on stove top. Heat oil in large skillet, and cook chicken breasts for approximately 15 minutes, turning once or twice until browned and cooked through. Drain chicken briefly, then immediately toss in buffalo sauce mixture and remove. Serve on rolls with lettuce and onion.
In my house? On game day? Serve with tomatoes and cheese, of course!
As for the hot sauce, I like to play it safe. I’m not a huge fan of spicy food, so I’d use a regular barbecue sauce. Chuck is still looking for something better. Let him know if you find something perfect for Buffalo Chicken.
This is not a sponsored post. Kelly Donlea sent me the cookbook for a review last summer, and I continue to use it. You can find her web site and blog and even order her books here. And if you’re wondering, The Packers beat the Bills, 34 – 7.

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>Mad Science and Me

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I often tell my students that my favorite scientists are Bill Nye and Ms. Frizzle. They remind me that Ms. Frizzle isn’t real, and I concede the point. If I try to tell them I want to be Ms. Frizzle when I grow up, they remind me that I AM grown up. Darn. But I do enjoy teaching science, and I hope my students absorb that enthusiasm.


Mom Central began a blog tour reviewing Mad Science KNOW Magazine, and I said “Wow! This sounds like fun! Maybe they’ll let me do it!” Mom Central said yes and will send a 6 month subscription, which includes 3 issues of this bi-monthly magazine. Readers, you know me. As soon as I browse each issue myself, it’ll go straight to school, where the issue will probably live on a shelf for a few minutes before a student says, “Cool!” and brings it over to her desk for silent reading time.

If you’re interested in browsing, Mad Science KNOW Magazine has a free online issue. KNOW is geared toward ages 6-9, which fits my class nicely. My students are 9 and 10, but many are still struggling readers. A magazine like this, very graphic, with a slightly easier reading level than they’re used to, will appeal to many in my class. Features include Know-It-All, a Q&A column; Experiments – this month features math and science in string art; and this month’s title feature on Patterns and Shapes. I predict my students will enjoy the patterns and shapes articles and pictures, including photos. I’m happy to see patterns introduced in a unique way; students who recognize and understand patterns have an easier time learning and memorizing math facts and concepts.

I’m going to set up the web site so that my students can browse it when we’re in the lab. There are some fascinating videos that connect well to our curriculum and increase their motivation and enjoyment of science. When I’m in my role of Ms. Fourth Grade Science Teacher, that’s what it’s all about: science learning is so much stronger when it’s fun.

There is a companion magazine for older kids. It’s called YES Mag, and it’s aimed at ages 10-15. KNOW Magazine is just right for my students right now.

I wrote this review while participating in a blog tour campaign by Mom Central on behalf of Mad Science and received the products necessary to facilitate my review. In addition, I received a gift certificate to thank me for taking the time to participate.

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>These boys need books. Lots of books.

>I love teaching reading. Reading is the heart of learning. A child who can read has access to so many worlds, so much fascinating information, so many opportunities, so much fun.

Every year my students span a wide range of reading levels. This year the range is wider than ever, and there are more struggling readers than ever, too. Seven children, all boys, who read at a first grade level.
Fourth graders. Nine- and ten-year-olds who read like the little kids — when they read at all.
I can teach them, work with them every day. Sight words. Phonics. Structure. Basic punctuation and what it means. But in the meantime, they need to read on their own. And therein lies my challenge. I need to help them read, read a lot, and read often. To do that, I need to provide these boys books they can read and books they want to read. Something easy, outrageously easy, and yet something exciting and fun.
I have the structure planned: each of these kiddos will have his own box of books at all times. The box will contain books they can read, books at their level, books that they’ll read when it’s time for them to read on their own. A literacy coach once told me that after students independently read 25 books at their level, they move themselves to the next level. These boys need to read. I know, I’ve already said that. 25 books will sound impossible to them, so I won’t say it out loud. But I will provide books, and they will read, and read, and read.
The only barrier is money. Oh, yeah, money. School budgets are already pared to the bone. To buy more books, first grade reading level but high-interest enough for a fourth grader, will take money. Stimulus funds? Spent well, but spent. Title I Reading funds? Put to good use, believe me. I’ll be at a Title sponsored training tonight.
Grants? Help me out. There’s a local grant group, but they don’t buy books. Bless their heart, they think there are enough books on the shelves, and no one needs more. Shudder. Are there really people who think this way?
Now what? Readers, can you send me to a source for grant money for these kids? A source that will send the money, and soon, so I can buy books and get these guys reading now? Leave it in the comments or email me. Okaybyme at gmail dot com. Please. Let’s give these boys a future. A reading future.

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>Too many tomatoes? Never.

>It was a classic pantry raid. It started as Truck Tomatoes: tomatoes, diced and cored and peeled, sauteed in olive oil with a little garlic and thyme. Then in true Daisy form, I looked into the refrigerator and started adding random goodies. A little oregano. Peppers, green onions. A small handful of spinach, a little grated zucchini. Two cobs of (already cooked) sweet corn – I could have and probably should have left it at one. Simmered to pieces while I boiled up a little pasta, it was an aromatic sauce that promised to be delicious.

Daughter looked at it with suspicion. “What’s in it? The corn is a little overkill, isn’t it?”
Chuck looked at the stove and the wall and asked, “Who cooked here? A chimpanzee?”

Okay, I admit it. I used a wee bit too much corn. I should have used the bigger pan. If I’d stopped at the basic recipe, the small skillet would have been okay.

Despite their skepticism, they liked it. And yes, if you’re wondering, I did clean the stove myself.

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>Computer Crash – literally

>It was the second day of school. The bell rang, the kids started to come in.

And then all hell broke loose.
Remember The Cat in the Hat? “Then something went bump. How that bump made us jump!”
This “bump” was more of a crash. I jumped. The first kid in the room jumped. The teachers across the hall jumped and ran in. My desk had collapsed. One leg fell off, tipping the entire desk, and everything, I do mean EVERYTHING slid to the floor.
Everything: including the computer.

Everything: including my coffee.

A friend brought me a 16 oz. Pike’s Place blend, my favorite, later in the morning. Helpdesk red flagged my request for repair, and the tech was out within a week. Don’t tell the library media specialist; her printer didn’t get fixed yet. I had first priority. I guess it pays to be nice to the I.T. people.
The desk is fixed now, and I requisitioned a computer table to lighten the load. Call me paranoid, and you’ll be right, but I’m not, repeat, NOT going through another crash like that. Nope.

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>What do you remember?

>Short pieces, memories from September 11, 2001

Realizing that if Amigo could read the headline, it was big.
Both kids, then high school sophomore and fourth grader, ran into the house from their school buses calling out “Mom, did you hear what happened?”
My panic reaction of “fill the van with gas before prices jump!” only to find that the entire city had decided to do the same thing was a decision rapidly abandoned. I had half a tank, and in our normal driving habits, that would still last several weeks.
Teachers gathered in the lounge not to talk (we were a friendly, social group), but to watch a TV we’d dragged in. We’d been called in during our first recess of the day, informed of the district decisions on how to handle the situation. School was in code yellow: not in lock-down, but extra security added. We were not allowed to tell our elementary students until the end of the day.
Reactions varied, but life went on. Amigo and Chuck went to a Lions’ Camp weekend for families the following weekend. Chuck was worn out from a week of crazy stress working at the TV station. He needed to get away from media for a few days.
Every house in the neighborhood lit a candle on that Friday, an impromptu vigil spread by Internet communication. La Petite and a friend took their candles for a walk and saw our neighborhood cop with his bagpipes, playing Amazing Grace and pacing, marching a square around the corner.
Five years later, I suggested a journal prompt to my students about their memories of the attack. They remembered nothing. Nothing. They’d been in first grade, six and seven years old, and no one in the class had any recollection of the day the United States found out we were no longer invincible: we were vulnerable to terrorism on our own soil.
I remember the patriotism that followed and the sense of community that spread. But I also remember the knee-jerk reactions, including passing of a law misnamed the Patriot Act that only one senator actually read before voting.
I remember a huge power outage, a blackout in New York City the following summer, when New Yorkers pulled together rather than looted each other.
I remember a color coded warning system, advice to stock up on canned food, plastic, and duct tape in case of nuclear attack. Then we as a country calmed down and lived our lives again.
I remember a neighbor, a Muslim woman, mother of four boys, being harassed and feeling scared to get out of her minivan to fill it with gas. She is still my neighbor, and her boys are now grown up. She and her family are wonderful people – one of her sons knows La Petite.
I remember a vindictive and vocal minister of a very small church getting too much attention for a terrible, narrow minded act of collecting and planning to burn the Muslim holy book, the Koran.
Wait: the last one just happened. Nine years ago we reacted to a tragedy by coming together.
Readers, let’s stay together.

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>Lemongrass Adventures

>We were walking down Main Street on our usual trek through the Saturday Farmers’ Market when Chuck said “Let’s go back to the booth where we bought the peppers and carrots. She had lemongrass. I want to try it.”

I’ve described our family in Food Network terms: Chuck is more Iron Chef, while I’m more 30 Minute Meals. I’m all about finding a way to create a healthy meal quickly and easily, using local and/or fresh ingredients if possible. The Pantry Raid (Amigo would call it the Garbage Can Recipe) is my specialty. Look through the refrigerator and pantry, pull out a combination of good ingredients, and cook them. I make my way through the Farmers’ Market almost like a grocery store trip: list in hand or in head, picking up basic staples or seasonal specialties I can cook, bake, freeze or can.
Chuck, on the other hand, looks for adventure. He spots the freezer truck parked by the coffeehouse (I spot the coffeehouse, of course). The vendor has trucked in farm-raised alligator, shrimp, mahi-mahi, scallops, and a whole collection of meats and seafood (Amigo asks: is alligator surf or turf?). While I’m heading to the next truck for Wisconsin-grown bison meat, he’ll pick up the alligator.
Last Saturday he bought lemongrass, a traditional Asian ingredient. He’d overheard another shopper asking about it, mulled it over in his head, and decided to stop by on our way back to the car and buy a bunch of the long, green plant. The seller explained how to use it, and Chuck searched the Internet for more detail. He worked it into a soup and a stir-fry that night.
Most of the 18-24 inch stalk is edible. The end bulb gets cut off (I believe it tastes bitter, but I didn’t try it), and the blade operates like a bay leaf – add it to the liquid for flavor and pull it out before serving. There’s a fibrous section near the bulb that can be peeled and pounded with a meat tenderizer for use in stir fries or soups or vegetable mixes. It was good, but we’re not sure if it was worth the effort.
I saw the term “very pungent” in several posts on this grassy herb. We learned that the bunch we bought downtown could last several months. We only needed one or two stalks per recipe. With that in mind, Chuck washed and cut the lemongrass to a size that would fit in a Ziploc freezer bag. We’ll pull it out now and then for a deliciously exotic Pantry Raid or Garbage Can Recipe.

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