Best & Tastiest Quinoa Recipe Ever

September 11, 2014

So the quinoa craze. Everyone and their mother eats it. Do many of us like it? Let’s be honest. It’s like kale. Though my girlfriend Katie includes an amazing kale recipe on her beautiful food blog —> hoppppp on it like a bunny rabbit. Back to quinoa. AA hates it. Loathes it. SuperBoy is four now and smart enough to not like it either. SweetPea, well you know, she’s a great eater so everything gets shoveled in eventually. The trick to feeding my family quinoa? RED quinoa. Don’t ask why this somehow tastes better?? Well apparently it does. Here’s my quinoa: Green bell peppers, sausage, cheese, black beans, walnuts, red quinoa, lime juice, extra virgin olive oil, salt, pepper, done. {Take a weekend away from your big children and go to your family home in Wisconsin. Use your mom’s dreamy stove.} Drain the beans (or if you work from dried beans do whatever that is . . . errrrr . . . canned beans over here). Chop the cheddar. I love Prairie Breeze. Chop the bell peppers. Green. From the garden. Dole out the walnuts. Unsalted. Raw. Cook the quino with a 2/1 ratio either with water or chicken stock. I always use chicken stock and throw in a tablespoon of butter for flavor while cooking. Bring to boil, dial down to low, simmer until cooked–it will taste cooked or crunchy. Cooked is not crunchy. Usually 15-20 minutes. Chop up your sausage & cook it in a cast iron skillet (increases…

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taking peace and quiet when you can

August 22, 2014

What am I, Italian? Love the hand gestures, dork. My parents generously offered to watch the big kids for a weekend getaway for us and BabyLoves to go to the Lodge. It’s our magical home away from home in Wisconsin. The acreage includes hills, a trout stream, paths in the woods, lots of woods, more bugs and dirt than you can shake a stick at. It’s paradise. We scooted out Friday night in time for the stars to guide our path. We slept in. We talked all day. I mean, literally. It was probably the first time we’d had uninterrupted conversation for . . . years? I took my time cooking in the kitchen. No rushing, cajoling to eat, or fake “gotta go potties” so they can escape. Just sweet meals with my sweet man and big baby. Heaven. Later that night my parents dropped off the big kids so SuperBoy & AA could camp in a tent in the yard–a big notion drawn from reading the Hardy Boys aloud. And they could all go fishing. Not sure if there were any worms on those hooks. Not sure if they had hooks. That little white speck? That’s SweetPea–view from kitchen window! That little red speck? SuperBoy harassing her. This reminds me of a Thomas Cole sort of painting. Enormous landscape; small people. Because a girl needs to know how to catch dinner: And a boy needs to know how to wash up afterwards. And my heart & hands are full, wearing my…

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