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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!

9:56 am - Sat, Jan 28, 2012
The husband’s sesame-paste-filled tang yuan — glutinous rice balls — from our Chinese New Year post-dinner festivities. There were of course also tangerines, noodles and dumplings (recipe here). There are more in the freezer, in anyone still needs a tang yuan fix, friends… 

The husband’s sesame-paste-filled tang yuan — glutinous rice balls — from our Chinese New Year post-dinner festivities. There were of course also tangerines, noodles and dumplings (recipe here). There are more in the freezer, in anyone still needs a tang yuan fix, friends… 

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.

3:13 pm - Tue, Jan 17, 2012
This is a two-year old article that I nearly lost track of — I just re-found the link! — despite thinking about it so often. It was in the Jan. 2010 issue of “Manhattan” magazine and written by Darrell Hartman, but it’s the photo shoot I think about. Not so much because it was my only one ever but because it was so much fun. The incredibly sweet and patient Gregg Delman came over on a rainy Saturday afternoon, and while I slouched and slumped and froze in various awkward poses, he somehow took lovely photographs. 
What a good sport Rich was, too, acting as the foil in this shot — he even changed out of jeans into his pajama bottoms for it.
Maybe another reason I think about this day it is that Emerson was a little seed in my belly, and I didn’t yet know it.

This is a two-year old article that I nearly lost track of — I just re-found the link! — despite thinking about it so often. It was in the Jan. 2010 issue of “Manhattan” magazine and written by Darrell Hartman, but it’s the photo shoot I think about. Not so much because it was my only one ever but because it was so much fun. The incredibly sweet and patient Gregg Delman came over on a rainy Saturday afternoon, and while I slouched and slumped and froze in various awkward poses, he somehow took lovely photographs. 

What a good sport Rich was, too, acting as the foil in this shot — he even changed out of jeans into his pajama bottoms for it.

Maybe another reason I think about this day it is that Emerson was a little seed in my belly, and I didn’t yet know it.

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