Archive for the ‘We like food’ category

Degrees of pie

June 30th, 2009

Jeff took us on another run for Marie Callendar pies on the way home: Kaluha cream cheese for Mommy and French apple for Daddy. Jeff reports the apple is “very sweet.” (Read too sweet. Please don’t choose again.) Carter loves to go in and pick out the pies, but he has yet to eat them.

Update: The next day, Jeff asked Elyse how much pie she would like.

“A medium slice,” she said
“How many degrees?” Jeff asked.
“15.”

That’s the first time I’ve ever heard a pie slice measured in degrees. Is it just me?

Staying cool

June 28th, 2009

Too hot to bake. Perfect day for Burger King $1 value chocolate shakes. 12 ounces of coolness.

Carter and I hit the drive-through after hanging out at the air-conditioned Hiller Aviation Museum, where we’re members. It’s a favorite weekend field trip.

Pancake special

June 26th, 2009

animal pancakesPancakes on a weekday? Anything is possible when Carter gets up an hour early and decides to make pancake sandwiches for select animals—Scooba blue (bunny), Pink Bear, and Chita. 

We used the Quaker oatmeal pancake mix Jeff bought for my Mothers’ Day breakfast in bed. We went with the “traditional style” whole egg over the “heart-healthy” egg-white only option then doctored the rest by skipping the oil, and adding 1/2 cup of unsweetened applesauce and a generous dash of vanilla. Carter loves to smell vanilla!

Carter already knows how to test the griddle to see if it’s hot enough, so he went ahead and got out a spoon to sprinkle water on the griddle. Then he listened for the sizzle and watched for the skitter. Today’s lesson: how to tell when a pancake is ready to be flipped. Answer: when it’s bubbling in the middle and becoming dry on the edges. Carter is a quick learner, saving a batch that had started to bubble from overcooking.

pancake sandwich Carter: “I know why they’re called pancakes. They’re cakes you cook on a pan.” He had four: two sandwiches with jelly in the middle, like the Linzer cupcakes.

Strawberries, anyone?

June 10th, 2009

Two baskets of organic fresh strawberries from Whole Foods. One gone within minutes. The other smells soooo good. I love having a neighbor who likes to share food.

Carter’s Take: Don’t eat too many or you’ll get a tummy ache. (He hasn’t but we’ve warned him because he eats so many berries.)

Feed me, I’m yours

May 29th, 2009

I confess: my child eats a Trader Joe’s “A Strawberry Walked into a Bar” strawberry breakfast bar, well, just about every morning. Plus one or two FruitaBu organic smoshed fruit bars, which we subscribe to in bulk from Amazon. We put them out the night before along with his vitamins to help streamline the morning routine. I contemplated looking for a recipe and baking breakfast bars, but I couldn’t even buy the ingredients for what one box of six bars costs: $1.69.

I fed Carter this breakfast in the car this morning. Jeff was annoyed with us because Carter had time to eat at home, didn’t, and had already brushed his teeth. Truth is: I’ll even feed Carter whenever he says he’s hungry, even after he’s in bed—a ploy to stay up later in Jeff’s estimation. But my sense of being a good mother is intrinsically tied to feeding my child. Plus, on the practical side, I know how crabby I get when I get hungry (Jeff’s travel rule: my wake-up call is room service delivering breakfast.), and I don’t want to risk it with my son. What mother would?

Family dinner: Carter and I both like Jeff’s marinated, grilled turkey burgers. And the butter and honey I put on the fresh carrots made them “more palatable” to Jeff. I’m too full for the Marie Callendar’s Kahlua cream cheese pie the boys surprised me with.

Carter dug into the cherry one.