Saturday, February 25, 2012

Andrew Calls It The Koog

I'm not Jewish, but my best friend of twenty seven years is, and according to Halakha law I'm pretty sure that makes me an honorary Jew. Other qualifiers include knowing a handful of Yiddish, dating a guy who took me to synagogue, and really really liking potato pancakes. Basically, I'm a skip away from a Bat Mitzvah, yes?

Anyway, with that kind of history, it should come as no surprise that I looove Jewish comfort food. Allison's mother made me her kugel when I visited a few weeks ago, and it's all my pregnant self has been craving ever since. So. I finally got my act together after looking up eight hundred and forty six different recipes online and experimented to find an acceptable version of my own.

It's not as tasty as hers, but I think it comes reasonably close.



Kugel

1/2 pound No Yolks Noodles
1/2 cup Smart Balance 50/50 Butter Blend, melted
1 pound Breakstone's Lowfat Cottage Cheese
2 cups fat free sour cream
1/8 cup sugar
1/8 cup Truvia
6 eggs
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 tablespoon sea salt

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Boil the noodles in salted water for seven minutes. Strain. In a large mixing bowl, combine noodles with remaining ingredients and pour into a greased 9 x 13 inch baking dish.

Bake until custard is set and top is golden brown, about thirty five minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle with sea salt.


p.s. This has nothing to do with anything, but it's pretty so I couldn't resist. A photo I took from the car on our drive back from the Keys.



Thursday, February 23, 2012

Aston Heads South



I just returned from a long weekend in South Florida, which (thanks to a few gifts left from old tenants) was spent doing more of this than this.

(I've shown you The Pad By The Sea, no?)



After we wrapped up our bidnid in Fort Lauderdale we managed to jet down to the Keys for a couple of days where Aston and I attempted to finish his baby baking.

Kid is ready to get this party started.



Thursday, February 16, 2012

Chickapeas + Tommytoes

This is what I had for lunch today.

It's extra high on the yum scale.




I kind of just threw together what we had lying around. We're headed out of town again so it was a last ditch effort to clear out the refrigerator. It was either this or the six pack of Guinness and a triple stacked baloney sandwich.

And the fetus only drinks heavily on the weekends. So.

Anyway, we're off.

Be nice to the pregnant woman in the airport this weekend.


Chickpea + Tomato Salad

1 can of garbanzo beans, drained and rinsed
1 diced tomato
2 hardboiled eggs, peeled and chopped
1/2 cup of celery
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 tablespoon of white vinegar
1 teaspoon sea salt
black pepper to taste
Cajun seasoning to taste


Combine the garbanzo beans, tomatoes, eggs, and celery in a large bowl.

Separately mix the olive oil, vinegar, salt, pepper, and Cajun seasoning in a small bowl. Pour over salad ingredients. Serve immediately.

(You might recognize it from here, except that I changed an ingredient or two or three and played around with the measurements.)

::New:: In The Shop


Pair Of Vintage Brass Pineapple Bookends


Vintage Brown Pottery Red Wing Vase


Pair Of Mexican Onyx Stone Bookends


Large Antique Wood Typeset Print Tray


Vintage Model Sailboat

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Two On One








We polished off Saturday with our usual weekend pick up game which has gotten a lot more interesting with the growth of our own human basketball. As in, I dribble five feet away from body. I'd tell you my jump shot has suffered, but, no, it's pretty much still the same.

All shot. No jump.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Chocolate Cures



I’ve spent the last few days arduously slathering on humungous handfuls of creams and gels and washes in an effort to clear up a bizarre and fugly rash that has suddenly taken over the entire world. And by that I mean my (very. pregnant.) belly. The doctors think I'm having some sort of random allergic reaction which, frankly, is really no surprise at this point, after the constant nausea, blacking out, and early contractions I've experienced up until now. Why not throw some incredibly uncomfortable reddish welts into the mix. Just for fun.

The upside is that Aston seems completely oblivious to all of this drama, which has yet to put a dent in his daily (and all hours of the night) kickboxing and disco routine. Envision this kid crossed with David Beckham. Inside of a womb.



In other news, I noticed my banana bread recipe making the rounds on Pinterest, and in a rare moment of baking experimentation I thought I'd try a loaf with chocolate. Because if my stomach is going to look like it has been dipped in strawberry Kool-Aid, it should at least have some warm gooey baked goods inside, don't you think?

You have to try this.




Chocolate Chip Banana Bread

1 1/2 cups white flour
1/2 cup whole wheat flour
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup Splenda Sugar Blend
1/4 cup Smart Balance 50/50 Butter Blend, softened
2 large eggs
3 or 4 mashed ripe bananas
1/3 cup plain lowfat yogurt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
cooking spray
lots and lots and lots of chocolate chips (extra if you are pregnant)


Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Combine the flour, baking soda, and salt, stirring with a whisk.

Place sugar and butter in a large bowl, and beat with a mixer at medium speed for a minute or two. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add the banana, yogurt, chocolate chips and vanilla. Beat until blended. Add the flour mixture. Beat at low speed just until moist. Pour batter into a loaf pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 350 degrees for 65 minutes. Cool 10 minutes in pan on a wire rack. Remove from pan. Cool completely on wire rack.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Over Here

How was your weekend?









Good I hope.


Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Before + After: The Lake House: Nursery, Part 2

I've gotten a healthy flood of positive and helpful feedback since sharing Aston's bachelor pad a couple of weeks ago, which makes me all squishy and fuzzy inside. I'm flattered by the friends who've mentioned they appreciate it stylistically and I'm especially encouraged by the experienced mothers who have promised that Aston will love it. It is completely for him, after all, in the largest and most important way, a place that we want him to be comfortable and healthy and happy in. Still, for some weird reason, it's the handful of snarky rebukes that I feel instinctively compelled to respond to.

Which is dumb. I know.

I'm not sure what it is about pregnancy that brings out the opinionated sides of acquaintances, strangers, and, more surprisingly, those who are closest to us, but I've finally come to the conclusion that, for the most part, it isn't personal. When I really take the time to think about why someone has remarked on our spiritual leanings or travel schedules or mattress linens - though the turtle in my belly may be the obvious catalyst - I realize that most of the time their comments have much more to do with their own life choices than mine. Criticisms or perspectives reflected from their own private conflicts.

Either that or they're shitheads.

Anyway, I'm doing my best to keep this in mind as I answer some of your questions, uncover a bit more about my favorite parts of The Nursery, and as I continue to share our homes and our journey into parenthood. Hopefully, some of you feel the same way.



Am I not seeing a changing table?

We're putting a dresser in the walk in closet (behind the mirrored door), so there is always the possibility of putting a changing pad on top. In the past, though, it's been easier for me to maneuver dipes and squirmy infants on beds, so I'll probably go that route.



Where is the bed from?

We bought the bed at a local antiques auction. It's around a hundred years old.



Where is the giraffe from?

It's a Melissa + Doug from Neiman Marcus.



Are you worried about having white carpet slash an expensive rug in the room?

We have four dogs so we've developed an immunity to replacing sacred pieces. Luckily, there are original wood floors under the carpet.

Are you getting a monitor for the crib?

Yes. After a lot of back and forth we finally decided on the Summer Infant Day + Night Handheld Color Video Monitor. It was highly recommended by a few friends, but I have yet to bust it out of the box for a trial run. Fingers crossed.



Who did the drawing of the English Bulldog?

Marc Tetro. Now if we could just teach one of the dogs to take skateboarding seriously.

Those cowboy boots are dope.

Why, yes. Yes they are. Aston's father wore them as a toddler. When I was younger, I associated cowboy boots on children with hoedowns and barn raisings, not that there's anything wrong with either of those. They've grown on me, though.



The nook area is my favorite spot.

Me too.



Are you concerned that the dogs are going to mix their toys up with the baby's?

It's already happened.



You're going to wish you'd gotten a bright, colorful, musical mobile.

Could happen, I guess. But we'll let Aston make that decision. I've never met the kid.



Describe his room in three words.

Quirky. Comfortable. Playful.



Where is the little red stool from?

A local antiques market. It looks like it's had quite a life.



Where are the bed linens from?

The sheets are an inexpensive set from Target paired with a vintage bedspread I found on Etsy.




I noticed the architecture books, do you hope he follows in your footsteps?

I want him to march to his own beat. As long as that doesn't mean a meter maid or a drug lord.



What do you plan to do with the sitting area when he outgrows the rocker?

I was thinking of maybe building a tent and making it a play area.



Why did you choose to put a bed in the room?

Because of Andrew's travel schedule, cosleeping in our bedroom is simply not an option (not that we would even choose to). When I came across this piece I knew it was the bed that I wanted Aston to grow into, so opportunity and available space definitely played a part in our decision. But the idea of being able to use it for feedings or napping appeals to me, too. Plus, it's a good spot for jumping up and down while wearing a superhero cape. Which is important.



Where are the rocking horses from?

The large one I scored at a thrift store. The small one was from an estate sale.



Could you please tell me where you found those monkeys?

At a local gift shop. The brand is is Russ.



I have no idea how to describe your style, but it just feels right.

I'm sure the latter part is arguable, but I completely agree.



See Part 1 here.
See the feature on Apartment Therapy here.