Posts tagged Sweet Pea
10:32 am - Mon, Apr 2, 2012
Emerson started daycare last week, which has likely been more devastating for me and her Babah than for the little lady herself. Wanting something extra-yummy to put in her lunch box — yes, she is 19 months old and I now need to pack a lunch box — I baked up a version of the amaranth date-nut banana bread I wrote about in December.
A teeny grain, amaranth offers the most protein you can get in a non-animal product, plus offers a nice crunch. But the recipe above also makes a rather dense loaf. To lighten it, and insure it didn’t travel back home with her, I added an extra egg, which rather amazingly did the trick. I made muffins and mini muffins and both were spongy and moist. Because I though it would complement the hot-weather dates and bananas, I also added about 2 tablespoons of shredded, unsweetened organic coconut, which was all that was left in the bag I had.
I also had a block a cream cheese in the fridge, which I didn’t want to spoil but generally have little use for, so I thought I’d make some cream cheese icing. I’d never made it before and had no idea 2 cups of confectioner’s sugar would be called for. Normally this is where I’d reach for the agave or honey, but I was out of both. After a moment of lip chewing, my eye landed on a way-overripe banana in the fruit bowl — the perfect sweetness and flavor to boot. 
The icing wound up being roughly half a package of creamcheese, about 2TB of butter, half a teaspoon of vanilla extract, about 1/2 cup of confection’s sugar and half a black-on-the-outside-by-fine-though-mushy-on-the-inside banana. Blended with a handmixer, it came out the perfect consistency.
Emerson ravaged nearly two plain, large muffins after her morning nap. Later, when I gave her an iced mini muffin, she licked off every molecule of icing, put down the muffin and looked for her next victim. Point taken. Don’t mess with a good thing.

Emerson started daycare last week, which has likely been more devastating for me and her Babah than for the little lady herself. Wanting something extra-yummy to put in her lunch box — yes, she is 19 months old and I now need to pack a lunch box — I baked up a version of the amaranth date-nut banana bread I wrote about in December.

A teeny grain, amaranth offers the most protein you can get in a non-animal product, plus offers a nice crunch. But the recipe above also makes a rather dense loaf. To lighten it, and insure it didn’t travel back home with her, I added an extra egg, which rather amazingly did the trick. I made muffins and mini muffins and both were spongy and moist. Because I though it would complement the hot-weather dates and bananas, I also added about 2 tablespoons of shredded, unsweetened organic coconut, which was all that was left in the bag I had.

I also had a block a cream cheese in the fridge, which I didn’t want to spoil but generally have little use for, so I thought I’d make some cream cheese icing. I’d never made it before and had no idea 2 cups of confectioner’s sugar would be called for. Normally this is where I’d reach for the agave or honey, but I was out of both. After a moment of lip chewing, my eye landed on a way-overripe banana in the fruit bowl — the perfect sweetness and flavor to boot. 

The icing wound up being roughly half a package of creamcheese, about 2TB of butter, half a teaspoon of vanilla extract, about 1/2 cup of confection’s sugar and half a black-on-the-outside-by-fine-though-mushy-on-the-inside banana. Blended with a handmixer, it came out the perfect consistency.

Emerson ravaged nearly two plain, large muffins after her morning nap. Later, when I gave her an iced mini muffin, she licked off every molecule of icing, put down the muffin and looked for her next victim. Point taken. Don’t mess with a good thing.

10:59 am - Sun, Apr 1, 2012
Bread dolls, using the recipe from the Tommie de Paola book Watch Out for the Chicken Feet in Your Soup, were an Easter tradition when I was a girl. The dolls, more like swaddled babies, had a colored Easter egg for a face and braided dough for their little bodies.
I think I may instead make Easter Ricotta Pie, or pizza di ricotta — as my mother calls it — a tradition with my own daughter, if only because I’m a ricotta fiend and it’s on my top-five list of favorite breakfast treats. There’s still a fun factor — Emmy can someday get creative with the lattice crust, if she likes. Plus, it solves the problem of whether those darn babies can stay on the counter (for a nice soft dough) or if their little egg faces mean they have to live in the dark of the fridge.
Should anyone need extra convincing to follow my lead, I suspect this beautiful ricotta pie photo, by Katie at The Parsley Thief blog, should do the trick. (Thanks again, Katie!)
There’s a recipe and more pie ideas on my Sweet Pea blog, here. xo!

Bread dolls, using the recipe from the Tommie de Paola book Watch Out for the Chicken Feet in Your Soup, were an Easter tradition when I was a girl. The dolls, more like swaddled babies, had a colored Easter egg for a face and braided dough for their little bodies.

I think I may instead make Easter Ricotta Pie, or pizza di ricotta — as my mother calls it — a tradition with my own daughter, if only because I’m a ricotta fiend and it’s on my top-five list of favorite breakfast treats. There’s still a fun factor — Emmy can someday get creative with the lattice crust, if she likes. Plus, it solves the problem of whether those darn babies can stay on the counter (for a nice soft dough) or if their little egg faces mean they have to live in the dark of the fridge.

Should anyone need extra convincing to follow my lead, I suspect this beautiful ricotta pie photo, by Katie at The Parsley Thief blog, should do the trick. (Thanks again, Katie!)

There’s a recipe and more pie ideas on my Sweet Pea blog, here. xo!

12:28 pm - Thu, Jan 19, 2012
Just posted my first-ever slideshow to my Forbes Sweet Pea blog, on making dumplings for Chinese New Year. Dear God am I starving now.

Just posted my first-ever slideshow to my Forbes Sweet Pea blog, on making dumplings for Chinese New Year. Dear God am I starving now.

3:23 pm - Thu, Nov 17, 2011

You know what’s not super easy? A) Photographing a seriously delicious and healthy tofu shake in a terribly lit kitchen, B) Photographing a seriously delicious shake while a toddler grabs at your pants, shakes with all her might, and grunts and makes a face that says, “Dear God, woman! Stop photographing that f-ing shake and f-ing feed it to me already!” C) All of the above.

2:59 pm - Thu, Nov 10, 2011
If it makes good sense to cut down on sugars and their principal sources — soft drinks, juice drinks, cookies, cakes, candy, and ice cream — shouldn’t the government say so? Until recently it did say so, but the price of good advice and common sense proved too high in the face of industry pressures. In “Food Politics,” I recounted an episode from the Starr Report to illustrate the extraordinary access of the sugar industry to officials at the highest levels of government. On a federal holiday, said the report, a Florida sugar producer (whose companies just happened to have contributed more than $1 million to the election campaigns of both Democrat and Republican parties) had no trouble getting a telephone call through to President Bill Clinton while he was otherwise occupied with the White House intern Monica Lewinsky. Sugar industry contributions to political parties and election campaign funds help to explain why federal dietary advice about sugar intake is such a sensitive topic.
Marion Nestle offered some thoughts on feeding sugar to kids in today’s Sweet Pea blog. The above quote is from her very excellent 2006 book, “What to Eat,” in which she leaves no grocery store aisle unexamined.
3:25 pm - Tue, Nov 8, 2011

Some fall farmers’ market produce love. Brooklyn’s Grand Army Plaza market is the first place I saw Romanesco cauliflower, which are gorgeous, tasty and mathematical! For another helping, I hope you’ll check out this Sweet Pea post on roasted squash and the last of the summer tomatoes. Love, Michelle

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