tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312627852024-03-14T02:22:48.240-05:00Scrambled CAKEKim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-71026181307825055912010-06-22T11:29:00.041-05:002023-12-26T16:36:01.497-05:00Moto Restaurant with My MomAs I <a href="http://hormonecoloreddays.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner-at-moto-with-mom.html">mentioned</a>, I recently enjoyed a fantastical dinner at <a href="http://www.motorestaurant.com/">Moto restaurant</a> with my mom, courtesy of chef and mastermind of molecular gastronomy, Homaro Cantu.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJHcCQBEC39YO-y0RiJAPnJk4SfPpTkAJWYxzudbMfa7bjd8SLJzrEih3YYsR5I7ZacmPkMIPy8S2xl3NKiLfLvbQvUo7TGvLpbHfU2odhmbA4cIsRwmXPz_b9ClEEVaeZs4n2w/s1600/DSC06808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486676597410482898" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJHcCQBEC39YO-y0RiJAPnJk4SfPpTkAJWYxzudbMfa7bjd8SLJzrEih3YYsR5I7ZacmPkMIPy8S2xl3NKiLfLvbQvUo7TGvLpbHfU2odhmbA4cIsRwmXPz_b9ClEEVaeZs4n2w/s320/DSC06808.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><br />When our 10s, or ten course meal, began with the words, "You may now <span style="font-style: italic;">eat your menu</span>," it was clear we were in for an unusual evening. Had we been more strategic, we would have eaten a large breakfast and then nibbled lightly, very lightly during the day in order to prepare our bodies for this marathon of meals, ten courses at Moto.<br /><br />Each staff person we encountered at Moto was either a culinary student or graduate of such a school. Take for instance, the dapper Trevor Hamblin, who gave us thorough descriptions of each course (twice), each drink, patiently answered our many questions and chatted more amicably with my mother than I did (kidding!).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghanjmrEkc-GZC_sY61AtzGrKDfc4D_jY6mTsVMEpl_-JGOMbKlWVV_3jCy_ygqTVMHcQpdGFbxwf-c0vwGtneJPpGmduGz08P6WIMtG-fi7N3dzqVH3KqwSxRQ3vZxXwM6l4xsQ/s1600/DSC07523.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485637111779509186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghanjmrEkc-GZC_sY61AtzGrKDfc4D_jY6mTsVMEpl_-JGOMbKlWVV_3jCy_ygqTVMHcQpdGFbxwf-c0vwGtneJPpGmduGz08P6WIMtG-fi7N3dzqVH3KqwSxRQ3vZxXwM6l4xsQ/s400/DSC07523.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />After noshing on our menus, we were eager for the first course: <span style="font-style: italic;">chicaqua</span> ("shee-cah-gwa") onions, the city's namesake. Cute, tiny, pink onions with a bulb the size of my 10 year-old son’s pinky nail served with flat bread. Delightful.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyiKvm46jqUxbIvRlNm-vHHBnRqDjsBE_IfPvrFlHuDHBaKqlZORjHVNz8V6vKW_Zcm2AGRiw7faPAo8A8zzIMLM3HBAqgdiDrcZxUOqZOA_0AT3WJMeb1NuB2b4MqkS9MHPh9Q/s1600/DSC07522.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485637104896612418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyiKvm46jqUxbIvRlNm-vHHBnRqDjsBE_IfPvrFlHuDHBaKqlZORjHVNz8V6vKW_Zcm2AGRiw7faPAo8A8zzIMLM3HBAqgdiDrcZxUOqZOA_0AT3WJMeb1NuB2b4MqkS9MHPh9Q/s400/DSC07522.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />It could take as long to blog this meal as it did to eat--2.5 hours(!), so I'll share highlights.<br /><br />The chef works with trained sommeliers to come up with pleasing combinations. The most interesting pairing was this German <span style="font-style: italic;">rauche bier</span> or smoked beer. Mmm. tastes like bacon...and beer. Interesting.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczbwI00BWuBA9_hlXmS3IlprRNPZ3-LWux0OFYlHtWk3nOo0V0-0Cx6K7QVjDhkR3QErevMjpNph6Wc5vIGDkXTRE-vLiTIrontjNlFRZaUYlo7pnCEqXRxCO4EEt3s4hp43eyg/s1600/DSC07539.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486083962173014194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczbwI00BWuBA9_hlXmS3IlprRNPZ3-LWux0OFYlHtWk3nOo0V0-0Cx6K7QVjDhkR3QErevMjpNph6Wc5vIGDkXTRE-vLiTIrontjNlFRZaUYlo7pnCEqXRxCO4EEt3s4hp43eyg/s400/DSC07539.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />The "Reuben lasagna," looked like the latter, but tasted like the former. Consisting of brisket, Swiss cheese, and sauerkraut, the sandwich, I mean lasagna, smelled like a childhood memory, but I'm not sure which one. Trying to place that elusive scent, I kept sniffing, deeply inhaling to no avail, but fortunately did not draw attention from curious onlookers.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILt0ZZsO31LeKsAe832_HIySrTK4OQyM5dcqd_jn498NHXcdbcYtMzqoVI-Sc0zibxxaDk2J4shzds5L0G_s1A2ZW9c9_905Hqg8uc5JUwoW-DaNO5oTqY1lgdRr5ojUDsP3Etw/s1600/DSC07542.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486445214747932626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILt0ZZsO31LeKsAe832_HIySrTK4OQyM5dcqd_jn498NHXcdbcYtMzqoVI-Sc0zibxxaDk2J4shzds5L0G_s1A2ZW9c9_905Hqg8uc5JUwoW-DaNO5oTqY1lgdRr5ojUDsP3Etw/s400/DSC07542.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />The Cuban pork sandwich was a definite win and the presentation was brilliant.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEagRwj9FuqzOHjyDLDOGqn-FHEk5e94sqllRn6plcURzjOxC1bZTurZkKVAkCIxep6S2zYxnWSAv3yHmcvtQ_284FeONC-RDhrCvqiM6TqJbq4aftJrTN61_rotNjLpTp2acFzg/s1600/DSC07530.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486567298991507506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEagRwj9FuqzOHjyDLDOGqn-FHEk5e94sqllRn6plcURzjOxC1bZTurZkKVAkCIxep6S2zYxnWSAv3yHmcvtQ_284FeONC-RDhrCvqiM6TqJbq4aftJrTN61_rotNjLpTp2acFzg/s320/DSC07530.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>The cigar-sandwich consisted of braised pork confit and (something else), mixed with in-house pickles and white bread, deep fried, wrapped in braised collard greens then in smoked red pepper puree sitting atop a bed of ash made of black and white sesame seed ground with Cuban spices. The presentation is wonderful. It was a bit salty, but overall crisp, chewy, and satisfying.<br /><br />Bubble Tea?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjbhsA_Xxir5t1vh7pFIVXL7xTD_Bv8iFaQ9b4hHVir7kPOv4tkP1hgjgqWp5-qA_EBXlJh8rNPvyO8sg1YXTqsz_quCzlTKXmBxb8HUvcVtYn6kFssNC9SLyyC7GRncJe0bemA/s1600/DSC07527.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486083939366655346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjbhsA_Xxir5t1vh7pFIVXL7xTD_Bv8iFaQ9b4hHVir7kPOv4tkP1hgjgqWp5-qA_EBXlJh8rNPvyO8sg1YXTqsz_quCzlTKXmBxb8HUvcVtYn6kFssNC9SLyyC7GRncJe0bemA/s400/DSC07527.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a>No, watermelon soup! This got points for originality, but then again so did every other course of the evening. Dig if you will this picture, watermelon consomme with ginger and lemon, “scallop sous vide in lemon oil” with citrus peel for flavor and a bit of mint. The broth itself was intriguing, but the fish combo didn't work for my Mom or me. For what it's worth, I'm not a huge fan of Bubble Tea, either.<br /><br />How about rabbit maki risotto? Looks like sushi, but it's not.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylLNSAfUkW1wXVohBtTItjHv8QCQuzbjSVpjqCyX0Qt_zNkNYOVfquZv8gFJmt3CEzXBtGJJD0YFUCA7wJmO-Rchiq_vWEHyz6srQPEnaHTIQixu4sYBYYhoF6RLez-OUxQpLvg/s1600/DSC07535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486083961362894530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylLNSAfUkW1wXVohBtTItjHv8QCQuzbjSVpjqCyX0Qt_zNkNYOVfquZv8gFJmt3CEzXBtGJJD0YFUCA7wJmO-Rchiq_vWEHyz6srQPEnaHTIQixu4sYBYYhoF6RLez-OUxQpLvg/s400/DSC07535.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> This mouthful was made with rabbit loin and brussels sprouts wrapped in mushroom paper and rolled in rice, as well as sesame and poppy seeds. It was served with aoli with allspice, and daikon marinated in beet juice instead of ginger and freeze-dried peas instead of wasabi. Tasty as long I could keep thoughts of cute little bunnies out of my head.<br /><br />Remember our patient waiter? He must have thought I was hard of hearing I asked him to describe this next dish over and over again. Broccoli rabe and pork belly braised in stock that starts with caramel and is flavored with lemon grass, chili, and like five other things that boil down into the glaze.<br /><br />The dish was too complicated for me to transcribe (did I mention the many glasses of wine?) no matter how many times Trevor repeated it. Mushroom stems pureed blah blah and made into what sounds like a meringue version of the original mushroom. WTH? But, oh, look how lovely!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_Fu7rfvHJOJfHqFz5iojHGWFROvzUBooZVOloZJva3tjiJvXMp03ghI4AVmRYYZjjQXasc5juCVuV52i_x09hg1GTdq34kQHZnhbXNC_iImFNnuwoKtnzF_vlYej-Qc2kVwf9Q/s1600/DSC07541.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486445201538155042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_Fu7rfvHJOJfHqFz5iojHGWFROvzUBooZVOloZJva3tjiJvXMp03ghI4AVmRYYZjjQXasc5juCVuV52i_x09hg1GTdq34kQHZnhbXNC_iImFNnuwoKtnzF_vlYej-Qc2kVwf9Q/s400/DSC07541.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Delicious course; I especially liked the sweet and delicious glaze that had just a hint of spice.<br /><br />Not quite, but close to dessert, we enjoyed this classic Italian dessert morphed into a savory Mexican one.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRjHf5Juhax1WfAdrShAts1maNqvEhCfnYi9sDrH4rgG2Nqt4U5hDxuChKw_fAtFvhQSBIqlPhFAtNvZpqTz7lrchY2Klgwk6LqtLIJCx3mIQn4MmqYylYfT2ITzoXq9R1i9ziQ/s1600/DSC07545.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086894711137666" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRjHf5Juhax1WfAdrShAts1maNqvEhCfnYi9sDrH4rgG2Nqt4U5hDxuChKw_fAtFvhQSBIqlPhFAtNvZpqTz7lrchY2Klgwk6LqtLIJCx3mIQn4MmqYylYfT2ITzoXq9R1i9ziQ/s400/DSC07545.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />The actual dessert courses included Pad Thai-esque sorbet," mango cream, vanilla rice pudding, coconut sorbet, and lime slice made out of thai basil, cilantro and lime juice Mom told me she'll never look at pad thai the same way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmZTnZ4Q0gk5QjYFbP2XYbeuUSKDGrfRbvjh4sRfah2HirSeZQfPLozOlkgKaflgkU1ImmhkVh5-H77GDtkD8h78k5XFk-6ljRxQyEk7GOaEiyoPrBWkoNmJ7xMjH7RnFyEjO6g/s1600/DSC07547.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086898949500162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmZTnZ4Q0gk5QjYFbP2XYbeuUSKDGrfRbvjh4sRfah2HirSeZQfPLozOlkgKaflgkU1ImmhkVh5-H77GDtkD8h78k5XFk-6ljRxQyEk7GOaEiyoPrBWkoNmJ7xMjH7RnFyEjO6g/s400/DSC07547.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />We ended the meal, which felt like more of an event, really, with a root beer float <span style="font-style: italic;">Moto-style</span>. That is, a beaker of locally brewed root beer topped with a vanilla infused packing peanut dipped in liquid nitrogen, for a magical effect.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiCszMp3BhKC7G216Z0KDqut7iTzybA4UCXPWOcnUGTPNfFtx-XnuZxelxswqVglXexHdS3wP3jeSz25QXHdL3I1zVTEzZ-TqegV-SA1_nx7NCm68dpUKbaigixYlr8N7Rua4Jg/s1600/DSC07557.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086921636176210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiCszMp3BhKC7G216Z0KDqut7iTzybA4UCXPWOcnUGTPNfFtx-XnuZxelxswqVglXexHdS3wP3jeSz25QXHdL3I1zVTEzZ-TqegV-SA1_nx7NCm68dpUKbaigixYlr8N7Rua4Jg/s400/DSC07557.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />Our dinner at Moto was an unforgettable mother-daughter experience, but heck, dining partners aside, dinner at Moto is just plain memorable.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-46300550039180206402010-03-22T10:34:00.004-05:002023-12-26T16:30:46.763-05:00Food for April Fools DayThere's always room for foodie fun on April Fools Day!<br /><br />One year, I took salad plates and covered them in vanilla yogurt and topped each one with a half of a bright yellow-orange canned peach and told the boys I was serving up giant eggs. They totally fell for the surprise, much to my delight--and theirs.<br /><br />Another time, we made faux sushi with Froot by the Foot to substitute for the nori (seaweed wrapper) and coconut flakes instead of rice. We didn't fool anyone, but we did have a lot of fun making it.<br /><br />Last year, my boys created a lot of fun/disgusting treats with the Spatulatta girls. Click through to the videos to learn how to make a <a href="http://www.spatulatta.com/recipes/132-april-fools-2009?73fb6ccf35381038117920dee36d1bb2=eb509c28f59894da0a1e6e23d918e348">Moldy Sandwich and Kitty Litter Cake</a>, among other delights. Did I say delights? Ewwww!<br />Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-23650548684224007382009-10-03T17:06:00.012-05:002018-06-05T16:46:08.494-05:00Ninja Master Blender and Starbucks VIA: A Video Review and GiveawayWhen I received samples of <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/VIA/">Starbucks VIA</a> and my <a href="http://www.ninjakitchen.com/offer1.shtml">Ninja Master Blender</a> <span style="font-size: 85%;">(turn down your sound before click)</span> for review in the same week, I was inspired to try them out together in one tasty review.<br />
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Watch as I mix up a fancypants homemade coffee drink in my Ninja. https://youtu.be/NZljZZFlKJk (<br />
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I enjoyed my iced mocha-like drink and the Ninja cleanup was simple.<br />
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I'm not one for drinking coffee straight, that is without a bit of mocha and topped with whipped cream, but I brought a few samples of VIA home from BlogHer09 courtesy of SoCal <a href="http://thevacationgals.com/how-to-get-a-great-cup-of-coffee-on-an-airplane/">Vacation Gal</a> Jennifer Miner, anyway. I gave them to my mom and she's now a huge fan of it. Gosh, I feel kind of like a drug dealer. The woman is now hooked.<br />
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Don't tell mom, but now I've got a few extra VIA samples to share with you along with a coupon for a can of Reddi-Wip whipped cream, so you can make your own fru-fru coffee drink.<br />
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US residents only, leave a comment by Sunday, October 12 at 1:00 PM CST . For extra entries, tweet or blog about the contest and come back to let me know in a new comment. Winner will be chosen at random.<br />
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Edited to add: After making the coffee drinks, my crew couldn't wait to try making other items with the Ninja Blender, so we followed up with guacamole and deliciously smooth mashed potatoes. The blender is a hit and I can tell we're going to be putting it to the test over the coming weeks.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-40578744035030910002009-09-09T06:00:00.003-05:002023-12-26T16:39:47.808-05:00Pirate Booty: My Boys are Hooked<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MQ6ryZJ76-VUrdmsE7yH5izSmcuKFhgN9WZ1eS5JKckz6RhZzXSZz_M5SLw-sDUiztqUyqpnzVQktbR1JLJ_po6utJ27_s5bIx-0Qm5_9K1RMhBEbgekuSC1C13pB7v7unQ3mg/s1600-h/Pirate+Booty.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515645923542386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MQ6ryZJ76-VUrdmsE7yH5izSmcuKFhgN9WZ1eS5JKckz6RhZzXSZz_M5SLw-sDUiztqUyqpnzVQktbR1JLJ_po6utJ27_s5bIx-0Qm5_9K1RMhBEbgekuSC1C13pB7v7unQ3mg/s320/Pirate+Booty.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a><span>I planned to share a treasure chest full of Pirate Booty products that the company sent me with a group of tween boys. As I imagined it, we'd do in an organized, if not sophisticated, tasting, working our way through the product line.<br /><br />What was I thinking? They snarfed up the snacks right away; they practically inhaled one bag as I turned my back to open the next. I was tempted to serve up a bowl of packing peanuts topped with garlic salt just to make sure they were paying attention.<br /><br />I managed to take a few quick notes during this process, though.<br /><br />Veggie Booty was an old hit in our house. It was a favorite snack when my boys were toddlers during the early days of this millennium. It turns out the product isn't quite as healthy as it claimed to be back in the day, but labeling adjustments have been made. Because I had a bit of proverbial egg on my face for having been a vocal word-of-mouth promoter of the unbelievably healthy snack I wasn't a paid advocate-after all this was in the days before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">momblogs</span>- but all my friends served Booty to their kids; I had talked it up as an amazing way to get some veggies and fiber into their little bodies.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sooo</span>, I guess I'm more unresolved about that than I realized.<br /><br />Anyway, after the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">salmonella</span> scare had cleared (in early 2007) we returned to the brand because damn it, my kids love the stuff.<br /><br />I thought we'd sampled all of their product line-- puffy rice snacks and crunchy corn creations- until I received the pack.<br /><br />Sea salt and vinegar? (</span><span>"Delicious, but a bit sour, but not as strong as most chips. Goes well with the puffiness," according to my boys.)</span><span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Barbeque</span>? ("So good! Yum!")<br /><br />Onion? ("So good! Tastes like onion rings, but smells like blah.")<br /><br />Who knew about all these newfangled flavors?<br /><br />The Tings are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">crispy</span>, like a certain "rhymes with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">feetos</span>" snack, but come without the seemingly toxic bright orange gunk. In fact, they are just naked, crispy goodness. Tings are way better than "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">feetos</span>" to serve to a basement full of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">videogaming</span> boys. And by better, I mean </span><span>less cheesy orange damage to the house and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Wii</span></span><span> remotes.<br /><br />That said, I take issue with the "nutritious" on the front of the bag. To me nutritious suggests a food loaded with vitamins and fiber (think, a tangerine). I mean, you could do worse than Tings or Booty puffs for a snack and I like my boys to enjoy a "chippy" starch in their lunches or as part of an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">after-school</span> snack, so I do buy these for my family, but let's not pretend they're nutritious.<br /><br />Overall, the new flavors were a hit with the kids. With a little more truth in labeling (especially considering their--our-- history), they'll be a hit with mom, too.<br /><br />Oh, and based on experience, the Booty products go stale quickly; you'll want to finish the bag within a day or two---fortunately, this is rarely a problem in our house. If you're serving them at a party it's best to wait until the last minute to empty them into a serving bowl.<br /></span>Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-63504435637958288252009-04-05T23:14:00.001-05:002009-04-05T23:15:51.378-05:00Yes I can...make horseradishAmy over at <a href="http://www.momadvice.com/blog/labels/Notebook%20Experiments.htm">MomAdvice</a> writes up what she calls a weekly notebook experiment where she often tries making this or that new food. I channeled her as I decided to whip up a batch of horseradish for this week's <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_12296_conduct-passover-seder.html">Passover seders</a>. Horseradish is the condiment of choice for gefilte fish, which itself is the traditional Passover appetizer. If you click on <a href="http://www.chow.com/stories/10518">this link,</a> you will understand why I chose to try the condiment, rather than the fish.<br /><br />When I Googled for a recipe, I found one from my blog sister Andrea from Andrea's Recipes. I know she knows food, so I gave her <a href="http://www.andreasrecipes.com/2006/07/13/how-to-make-prepared-horseradish/">recipe</a> a try. I noticed that she made hers outside, but from what I learned on Google, sensed I could try it indoors without overwhelming my senses.<br /><br />Unlike what you see on her blog. I began with one long, firm horseradish root. It was so huge, it resembled a femur (but feel free to insert a phallic or dildo joke in the comments if you're up for it).<br /><br />In my kitchen, I chopped it by hand into 2 inch bits and tossed it into a blender with water and cider vinegar, per the recipe. I'd also roasted a few pieces of beet and added a handful of those to the blender. It gives the prepared horseradish a nice pink color and adds a hint of sweetness.<br /><br />I decided to run the blender on our porch because I'd read that this is where the smell can start getting unbearable. A few minutes later, my pink condiment was almost ready. I lined a colander with paper towels and drained my mixture.<br /><br />After draining it for a minute or two, I spooned the mixture into storage containers. That's when the fumes became intense. My eyes stung and began to water as I scooped up the prepared horseradish.<br /><br />I called DH in for a taste test (I'll wait to eat it at seder). It didn't make him cry, but I don't know if that's good or bad. He likes intensely spicy foods that give him a near-death experience. Me? <a href="http://www.northshoremag.com/cgi-bin/ns-article?article=/forum/03-06-voice.html">Not so much</a>.<br /><br />On a related note, do you include a <a href="http://tinyurl.com/7xs4z7">Miriam's Cup</a> as part of your seder? Click through for ideas on how to incorporate this. After all, a little<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1L0F0m7aC8&feature=channel_page"> Girl Power</a> is a good thing. Unless you ask my niece (just click).<br /><br />Also, you don't have to be Jewish to love this amazing <a href="http://scrambledcake.blogspot.com/2007/04/talking-with-my-mouth-full.html">Passover dessert</a> that's good all year long.<br /><br />Cross-posted to <a href="http://scrambledcake.blogspot.com/">Hormone-colored Days.</a>Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-58547602472672494742009-02-25T06:00:00.001-05:002009-02-25T06:00:00.483-05:00Spatulatta Filming: April Fools!Earlier this month, my boys filmed a webcast for Spatulatta.com, the award-winning by kids/for kids cooking show. They were filming for the April Fool's Day show and made <span style="font-style: italic;">faux gross</span>, th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwHZ2mJAdsW_Zbluwr_vIWhvNXfsYmEOM09S1zw5OFsfe1ylbcEsrNontrA-l7aAj6lZRcFcZ3wTZKlfDOxv7RQtiPEq71g4c5UT6ZYnvfHRcOZp3fUBRoX3_pXmUGnpvlgQG7Q/s1600-h/Kitty+Litter+Cake+with+Tootsie+Roll+Turds.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwHZ2mJAdsW_Zbluwr_vIWhvNXfsYmEOM09S1zw5OFsfe1ylbcEsrNontrA-l7aAj6lZRcFcZ3wTZKlfDOxv7RQtiPEq71g4c5UT6ZYnvfHRcOZp3fUBRoX3_pXmUGnpvlgQG7Q/s200/Kitty+Litter+Cake+with+Tootsie+Roll+Turds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306548851347623666" border="0" /></a>at is, foods that look disgusting, but are quite tasty. April Fools!<br /><br />H<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxTD-mCmtWucKvxcgvOZI0OGE0_PFUlL3ksrFZFAk54kvdKykEOY8wIl9VCWKtn5k-qmOiT-YzZmO8ZdpXeiJb4JHvF93OO9WrLldO59_cgDNTxWzdU3xf05lgZxsSq7iZOqRKQ/s1600-h/Making+the+Dog+Pile+Snacks.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxTD-mCmtWucKvxcgvOZI0OGE0_PFUlL3ksrFZFAk54kvdKykEOY8wIl9VCWKtn5k-qmOiT-YzZmO8ZdpXeiJb4JHvF93OO9WrLldO59_cgDNTxWzdU3xf05lgZxsSq7iZOqRKQ/s200/Making+the+Dog+Pile+Snacks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306548856398769778" border="0" /></a>ere a few a few photos from the shoot to tide you over until the webisode goes live.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrgFAD2b26kaPqu0lOFtVegJvJyydRVqBAfGyTGTKredUvwvh9xd_UYN2MCL9vEmsLRtif74myybLw7Rmf2vOz5leYPEVghKXrOu3H7EQzm1H5WxWjdxgCPVYKu1NVtiXyXc7rg/s1600-h/Making+the+Moldy+sandwich.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrgFAD2b26kaPqu0lOFtVegJvJyydRVqBAfGyTGTKredUvwvh9xd_UYN2MCL9vEmsLRtif74myybLw7Rmf2vOz5leYPEVghKXrOu3H7EQzm1H5WxWjdxgCPVYKu1NVtiXyXc7rg/s200/Making+the+Moldy+sandwich.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306548860477066274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Photos include making a "moldy" sandwich, doggy-doo fudge, and kitty litter cake (yum!).Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-39569190589177343432008-11-13T09:25:00.003-05:002008-11-13T09:29:12.974-05:00Family Farmed Media Meet-upCross-posted from my personal blog, <a href="http://hormonecoloreddays.blogspot.com/">Hormone-colored Days</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Later</span> today I'm taking part in an exciting private media event for the farmers and producers who will be exhibiting their goods at the upcoming <a href="http://www.familyfarmed.org/">Family Farmed Expo</a>.<br /><br />The Family Farmed folks have assembled an impressive panel of traditional media folks to share advice on how to these producers can effectively connect with media and share their stories. And I'm going to be part of the panel as well! I'll be offering tips on connecting with new media types and using social media.<br /><br />As you read the list of panel members below, you'll quickly see why I am proud to be a part of this event:<br /><strong>Monica Eng</strong>, reporter at Chicago Tribune<br /><strong>Ann Flood</strong>, editor-in-chief of Edible Chicago<br /><strong>David Hammond</strong>, founder of LTHForum.com, contributor to <a href="http://www.thelocalbeet.com/">TheLocalBeet</a>, WBEZ radio, Time Out! Chicago and Chicago Reader, among others<br /><strong>Kim Moldofsky</strong>, blogger and social media consultant<br /><strong>Cassie Walker</strong>, senior editor of Chicago magazine<br /><br />I sent out a quick tweet asking for ideas about how farmers can use social media and got back several interesting ideas. I'll be back with the tweets and more details after the event.<br /><br /><a href="http://getgood.com/roadmaps/2008/11/10/four-years-wow/"></a>Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-65768760298408907252008-10-30T08:24:00.014-05:002008-11-07T00:04:30.514-05:00Hana Asian Bistro: A Scrambled CAKE restaurant review<span style="font-size:130%;">Hana Asian Bistro</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlanfQamdXpNbeds7I4-7yczSuy2UtLRulK-Jlo1yrYGMxOHj7Y0pGEhZpr5fflZU_CJGdIFpXYjxR3rUrHLehBTloN4iQg52WTq-Jj7tP4gbwrUS10DYbcxgrJDmTqkjRZDvWGg/s1600-h/hana2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937880645244882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlanfQamdXpNbeds7I4-7yczSuy2UtLRulK-Jlo1yrYGMxOHj7Y0pGEhZpr5fflZU_CJGdIFpXYjxR3rUrHLehBTloN4iQg52WTq-Jj7tP4gbwrUS10DYbcxgrJDmTqkjRZDvWGg/s200/hana2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Fashion Square Shopping Center<br />9434 Skokie, Boulevard<br />Skokie, IL 60077<br />847-677-hana (4262)<br /><a href="http://www.hanaasianbistro.com/">http://www.hanaasianbistro.com/</a><br /><div><div>Entrées are $10-$15. </div>Kids bento box meals $7-$8: choice of chicken teriyaki, dumplings, tempura, cooked sushi<br /><em><br />A guest post by DH.</em><br /><div><br /><div>We may have found our new go-to Chinese joint at Hana Asian Bistro, just south of Old Orchard Mall (Westfield Shoppingtown, if you must).</div><div><br />Hana joins Kim's yearning for fresh sushi with a kitchen that can cook me fresh hot and sour soup.<br /><br />The co-owner, Ray, said his architect partner painted the ceilings black, hung rice paper lanterns and built the dark hardwood paneled half-walls, which are topped with a faux oversize brick stucco pattern. Linen napkins lay atop dark hardwood tables with matching chairs that direct your focus to the centerpiece, an aquarium-style chest-high gas fireplace strewn with zen-like stones. Décor alone distinguishes Hana from our favorite Thai place, strip-mall neighbor Ruby of Siam, which simply nailed up some ethnic artifacts on the generic drywall. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263053038004583170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_B2x3HehVpX6ZvDyLH7lIK_Wo8ya8-IIoN2wo3ZNLYUK51nHpwZwK4IEUvoy2zQb1NMpeexGR_Uh4LobA4sw9cV0bYS0-6N5uTreYJpDpIfjP6cD6WNl5WkM6DLpnLsPOJvXlw/s200/hana4.JPG" border="0" />The boys loved their dragon roll (above), a sushi delicacy they've been waiting to eat again since our summer trip to DC. The beef and broccoli entree was several steps above a typical Chinese stir fry in a generic brown sauce. The beef was the most tender we've seen in ages, and the scallions and mushrooms rounded the dish off. The jalapeño tofu hit an ideal spicy note, but again, was a bit salty and was one of many misspellings on the menu. As a former menu designer, I'm saddened when a classy eatery like Hana slips menus into cheap plastic sleeves.</div><div><br />We were disappointed when this 2-day-old restaurant wouldn't accommodate our kids' special request for shrimp tempura. It didn't seem like a good way to build a loyal following.<br />Our chosen substitute, honey-sesame shrimp, was extremely sweet and a big hit with the boys, already stuffed from potstickers, vegetable tempura and spinach gomae. Kim had a problem with the shrimp dish in that she found several small pieces of hard, crystalized honey in her food, but no one else at the table had this problem. She's just lucky that way sometimes.</div><div></div><br /><div>To apologize for the problem with the dish, the waiter offered us free dessert. I was alone in liking the green tea ice cream encased in rice flour cake, but<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zkizYIrPnBfNN5tqDB8VWqF7QMpSX8OO1UuNqKyYI9850kxES776SJHui0zykKUHzMGMP5fsR3_5z9wjTHe7S-9b50vkfhfwZq8cke_wrHt4bMyAuxCy4YPcCGaCiOkiOamymA/s1600-h/hana6.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937904576655778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zkizYIrPnBfNN5tqDB8VWqF7QMpSX8OO1UuNqKyYI9850kxES776SJHui0zykKUHzMGMP5fsR3_5z9wjTHe7S-9b50vkfhfwZq8cke_wrHt4bMyAuxCy4YPcCGaCiOkiOamymA/s200/hana6.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'm lactose intolerant, so it went largely uneaten. Kim said the green tea ice cream looked the food she prepared for the <a href="http://hormonecoloreddays.blogspot.com/search/label/silkworms">silkworms</a> she raised two years ago for Pikachu's science fair project.<br /><br />Our water glasses were constantly replenished. The floors, silverware and dishes were un-chipped. The bathrooms were clean and upscale as the front of the house. The boys were intrigued by the sink, a stand-alone metal basin (like a basket); the metal faucet looks like a hand pump with a bamboo chute to channel water. Kim notes a baby changing station is about to be installed in the ladies' room. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263053027862661218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KvmAoJsX55bsr4RLlO5UmGhPlCxuPGHtbGRcaNnVCFVcUxjf1DB_wpl-2bCaZlWIbgDoHBN1tGfFl15qXWd3Vu4FD1g9fymwIRtKWAZS0Mp-LVGSy7No6vEmb2IkANx8_tv3VA/s200/hana3.JPG" border="0" />The hand-cut cucumber, carrot and lemon garnishes (above with fresh potsticker) intrigued the boys and kept the plates interesting. The fusion bistro seems out of place in an run-of-the-mill strip mall. But Tyler Cowen in <em>Discover Your Inner Economist</em> (if you liked <em>Freakonomics</em>, check this out) argues that food sold away from bustling city centers offers a better value because what the owner saves on rent is often spent on better ingredients and chef's wages. Point well made.</div></div><br /><div></div>Though we experienced a few bumps, we understand it's a brand-new establishment and Ray and his staff are working out the kinks. We are definitely taking to the road to Hana next time our Asian cravings strike, which should be in about a week.</div>Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-23278773727905427262008-08-05T13:15:00.003-05:002008-08-21T06:58:06.605-05:00Nob Hill, the NRA and the whole shmear: A guest post by DHSome foods are designed to be relished slowly in an elegant setting; others gulped thoughtlessly in passing. Though not card-carrying members of the <a href="http://www.slowfoodusa.org/">slow food</a> movement, Kim and I appreciate the allure of a meal that is sensuous rather than just plentiful, luxurious rather than convenient. It’s rare that we dine without the boys, but there were two recent occasions on which we did.<br /><br />One was during an adults-only Vegas trip last spring. The other was on a school day the following month when we dashed and gulped our way through McCormick Place for the last day of the <a href="http://www.restaurant.org/show/">NRA’s Restaurant Show</a> (no, the other NRA; restaurants, not rifles) and the first day of the <a href="http://www.allcandyexpo.com/">All Candy Expo</a> (which wasn’t all candy at all. There were plenty of chips, nuts and cookies to boot).<br /><br />In March, we spent nearly three hours at <a href="http://www.michaelmina.net/nobhill/">Nob Hill</a> at the MGM Grand, savoring the privacy of a walled-in booth and the ministrations of an attentive, knowledgeable waiter who humored us with his unpatronizing patience as we commented and inquired about the menus, the food preparation, the serving style and even the cutlery and plates. Top it off with Kim shooting unending photographs of the exquisitely prepared dishes, thinking that without pictures, the kids would never believe how nice it was. (They did believe it. They just didn’t care.)<br /><a href="http://www.michaelmina.net/nobhill/">Nob Hill</a> seemed the sort of place where you wouldn’t take kids. There’s nothing salacious going on; what happened in Vegas can certainly be told elsewhere. Just small portions of expensive food that would have shocked—shocked, I say—our children. Especially Smartypants, who sometimes can’t believe how much grown-ups spend on things.<br /><br />To be fair, he often orders from the adult menu, daring to venture slightly out of his comfort zone with exotic foods like, well, er, salmon. Pikachu remains comfortably in the kids’ menu realm with grilled cheese being his top choice. For both boys, the critical elements of any meal are, bring it fast, give me plenty and finish with dessert. Oh, and the price be damned! (Except when Smartypants checks out the seafood prices.)<br /><br />Much to our surprise, the table next to us brought their toddler and his older brother, who seemed to spoil the meal for their parents (and nanny), but provided us a conversation point during our stay (Three hours at a restaurant seems more like a stay than a meal) and nicely contrasted the civility and grown-uppedness of our own cloistered table.<br /><br />As surprised as we were to see kids at Nob Hill, we were even more shocked (shocked, I say) to find so many children—infants through teenagers—strolling around Las Vegas at all. What with the seedy hawkers trying to stuff our hands with brochures offering escorts to your hotel room (if you’re just staying in your room, where do you need to be escorted?) and the bawdy T-shirts and, well, the whole Vegasness of it all. I guess some folks aren’t as lucky to have grandparents to watch their kids for a week.<br /><br />The Restaurant Show and the Candy Expo are the sorts of places where children ought to be (and are) excluded. It’s tough enough for adults to exert self-control and politely decline the hundreds of samples being purveyed by a few thousand exhibitors. No doubt, our children would take the opportunity to horde the goods. Oh wait, click <a href="http://scrambledcake.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-candy-expo.html">here</a> for Kim’s confession from last year’s Candy Expo.<br /><br />Anyway, in the non-junk-food side of the convention center, we found countless variations on barista drinks and fried whatnots (meat, potatoes, breads, snack foods. Anything can be fried nowadays, and there’s a specialty machine for everything). This year offered few truly innovative foods, but a couple of sophisticated gizmos and doodads caught our eyes. One fave was the anti-stove. Instead of heating a griddle to cook foods, this air-conditioned unit chilled the griddle cold enough so liquid chocolate squirted onto sticks quickly solidified into fresh lollipops.<br />What struck me about both shows was both the abundance of corn-syrup-derived or breaded and fried grub, as well as the ease of obtaining and swallowing it. It’s a classic convention hall move to walk about looking interested in the product, reach out a hand, grab a goodie and BOOM, you’ve got food. Sometimes the vendors want to chat. Usually they let you eat and run. A person lacking self-restraint could easily eat a week’s worth of calories in the space of a few blocks.<br /><br />Nob Hill, by contrast, is a joint where our waiter, Jaime, wiped the excess sauce from the rim of the plates before carefully setting them in front of us, rotating them just so, to orient them in the most optimal feng shui manner. Each course sat on a different colored or shaped plate and Jaime replaced our silverware between courses—emphasizing the luxury and the uniqueness of each dish. None of the courses, alas, were served on fire, as is my preferred serving style, but the lobster pot pie was cooked en croute steaming itself in its pastry shell before waiter Jaime carved it out of the casserole bowl as if shucking an oyster and gently placing it down on the dish. Hands down, this was the most memorable course in terms of just enjoying the show that is Nob Hill.<br /><br />By contrast, my favorite corn-based item at the Candy show was caramel corn molded into the shape of an ear of corn, served in a plastic wrapper. For caramel corn fanciers on the go (and what caramel corn fancier would pour the snack onto a ceramic plate and spend three hours consuming it), it’s easy to hold it by the wrapper, give the bottom a smack and send the pointed top bursting through the seam of the package. That way the hands remain unsticky while the carm-corn fan nibbles on the sweet snack and ambles about looking, perhaps, for a plate of hot wings or ribs.<br /><br />After finding the wings, how does one avoid getting one’s still-clean fingers all messy with sauce? Well, with a <a href="http://www.trongs.com/">trong</a> or two (they’re like chopsticks on steroids) one puts ones pointer and middle fingers into flexible plastic grippers with which greasy, saucy morsels can be lifted without fear of soiling said digits.<br /><br />“Honestly,” I confronted the vendor, “What man with any sense of manly pride would eat food this way in front of his manly friends?” But he insisted that many passers-by showed interest in the product and that the product is economical enough (and can be customized with the restaurant name) to do well in the marketplace.<br /><br />What happens, though, if despite the plastic caramel corn wrapper and the wing tongs, one still gets sticky fingers? Imagine a device where both hands (to the wrists) are inserted into holes a box and get the equivalent of a touch-free car wash! Yes, without having to touch a bacteria-laden soap dispenser or a grimy faucet, this device sprays antibacterial soap and water all around both hands as the user holds them in place and enjoys a brief bath. <a href="http://www.meritech.com/products/500/index.php#">Meritech’s automated hand washing stations</a> take about 30 seconds for a complete cleansing, after which—if you’re lucky—you can move over to one of those high-speed touchless hand driers for a completely hygienic after-meal cleanup.<br /><br />On that note, if Nob Hill’s service lacked one amenity, perhaps it would be that I had to wash my hands all by myself.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-72759589572834013392007-10-28T06:01:00.000-05:002007-10-28T06:31:05.434-05:00Don't go nuts; another bite of food allergies at schoolI saw this link to this current <strong>Newsweek</strong> piece on food allergies, <a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/62296">f<em>ear and allergies in the lunchroom</em></a> courtesy of Sandy over at <a href="http://www.themotherhood.net/">The Motherhood</a>. There's always a great recommended read or two over at this new site; I peek in several times a week.<br /><br />Back to the <strong>Newsweek</strong> article, the Bunning Family of Lake Forest, is mentioned in it. Not only do the Bunning boys have severe allergies, but the parents are <a href="http://www.childrensmemorial.org/depts/allergy/study.asp">big players on the allergy activist scene</a>. <br /><br />The article also highlights current allergy research and notes what some schools are doing to educate students about this important issue.<br /><blockquote><p>"In Connecticut, that's the law—the state's guidelines for schools require<br />teachers to educate kids about allergies, so they won't harass classmates who<br />can't indulge in, say, grilled cheese sandwiches. Massachusetts, Vermont and<br />Tennessee also have statewide allergy guidelines for schools, and this year New<br />York and New Jersey began to formulate their own. Proposed federal legislation<br />would take things even further, giving schools up to $50,000 each to voluntarily<br />implement uniform guidelines so that when children graduate from a school or<br />cross state lines, parents won't have to start the education process all over<br />again."</p><p>What does your school do to educate teachers, parents and students about food allergies?</p><p><strong>Be sure to check out </strong><a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/blogs/cake/archive/tags/Food+allergies/default.aspx"><strong>Scrambled CAKE's food allergy series</strong></a><strong>, including the popular essay </strong><a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/blogs/cake/archive/2007/09/09/don-t-kill-the-allergy-mom.aspx"><strong>Don't kill the allergy mom</strong></a><strong>.</strong></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote>Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-56859239178153081722007-10-24T22:28:00.001-05:002023-12-26T16:40:45.260-05:00What's for Supper?I often wait until about 4:00 to answer that question and then the boys burst in the door from school (if I'm not driving carpool that day) and, well it's another pasta night. For me, the secret ingredient in any great meal is planning ahead.<br /><br />I enjoy cooking a satisfying meal for my family. When my boys offer up a spontaneous and genuine compliment about food I've made for them it touches some primal maternal nerve setting off a complex chemical reaction that releases a waterfall of feel-good endorphins into my system. All guilt and insecurities wash away, if only for a moment.<br /><br />So you'd think I'd be better at this meal planning thing. But I'm not. We eat pasta. A lot. Please, send me your menu-planning tips.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-60982046392241871732007-10-18T14:42:00.000-05:002007-10-23T09:59:46.662-05:00My Brother was a Rock Star in Atlanta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuKFspuK5T9Xg03KHqmlb8UxwQ5Sm22o4ROvmJMyzJpx7BzW1zwyr_KdacWuIWrGAySkII5P21_iJYs8NZyWPckGak6_HdoF0fuklQ0q1IqxiweaA2vUezRClweiecRtkjnm2Eg/s1600-h/Coke+and+Atlanta+chips.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122764781867963042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuKFspuK5T9Xg03KHqmlb8UxwQ5Sm22o4ROvmJMyzJpx7BzW1zwyr_KdacWuIWrGAySkII5P21_iJYs8NZyWPckGak6_HdoF0fuklQ0q1IqxiweaA2vUezRClweiecRtkjnm2Eg/s200/Coke+and+Atlanta+chips.jpg" border="0" /></a>I just returned from a trip to Atlanta for the trade show of the National Association for Foodservice Equipment Manufacturers (NAFEM). I do believe I'm the first person to have ever written that sentence in a blog! NAFEM is similar to the National Restaurant Association show held each spring in Chicago, but with far fewer food samples. Which makes it less fun, but still good for business.<br /><br />My family makes a niche software product that has quite a following among architects and designers of restaurants and other industrial kitchens facilities. Many people who only know my brother as the long-distance tech support guy stopped by our booth just for the chance to meet him in person. Whenever my brother started to do a demo, he'd draw a huge crowd at our NAFEM booth. Customers would line up to talk to him, sometimes just to say hi, or thanks. He was a total rock star.<br /><br />I, however, was more like the anonymous roadie. Until I ran into a mom from my boys' school. All the way down in Atlanta! Who'da thunk?<br /><br />I don't normally let my boys drink Coke, but I couldn't resist these cute 8 oz. aluminum colas cast in the classic Coke bottle mold. So we're saving them for a special occasion, like when Smartypants is over his mono and finally goes back to school (his illness was my little welcome home gift--ugh).<br /><br />A friend from the South told me that Zapp's are the region's best potato chips and that I *had* to try the Spicy Cajun Crawtators. I leave anything with the s-word to DH and he's yet to open the package. So no report on that.<br /><br />I barely made it out of the convention center on my quick business trip, but I did get a peek inside the new <a href="http://www.georgiaaquarium.org/">Georgia Aquarium</a>. More than a peek really, I touched a bonnethead shark and a type of ray! Billed as the world's largest aquarium, it's must-see and has some very child-friendly exhibits. The <a href="http://www.woccatlanta.com/">New World of Coca-Cola</a>, dedicated to all things Coke, is adjacent to the aquarium. And the nearby children's museum looks good from the outside. <a href="http://www.atlanta.net/">Atlanta</a> might just be a great place for your next family vacation. Or ours.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-1193384890879022592007-10-01T19:36:00.000-05:002007-10-01T21:50:38.245-05:00A Martini goes gluten-free<em>Adrienne Martini, author of </em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hillbilly-Gothic-Memoir-Madness-Motherhood/dp/0743272730/ref=sr_1_1/105-2997614-8100436?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1188665987&sr=1-1"><em>Hillbilly Gothic: A Memoir of Madness and Motherhood</em></a><em> and mother of a child with a gluten-free diet </em><a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/blogs/cake/archive/2007/09/09/don-t-kill-the-allergy-mom.aspx"><em>is back</em></a>, <em>and this time she's guest blogging at Scrambled CAKE. She agreed to do this even before she knew I was going to send her some of the organic gluten-free lollipops I snagged at the <a href="http://scrambledcake.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-candy-expo.html">Candy Expo</a>. Check out Adrienne's regular musings at </em><a href="http://www.martinimade.com/"><em>Martininimade</em></a><em>.</em><br /><br /><br />The old adage about surprises is doubly true when it comes to kids. Expected joys and challenges seem to follow the small set like puppies follow peanut butter.<br /><br />My husband and I didn’t expect to have a kid with <a href="http://www.gluten.net/celiac.html">Celiac disease</a>, which means that any form of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluten">gluten</a> will destroy the villi lining her small intestine. Her diagnoses came quickly. It took six short weeks, a blood test and a biopsy to figure out why she’d stopped growing, had a host of bowel issues and was generally lethargic.<br /><br /><br /><strong>In six short weeks, her entire diet had to change. Wheat, barley and rye had to be eliminated.</strong><br /><br />At the time, it was monumental. Finding the gluten turned out to be a larger problem than eliminating the gluten. Wheat is pretty easy to ferret out, thanks to the FDA’s new labeling laws but it and barley extract can sneak past you in things like tomato soup or butterscotch chips.<br /><br />You learn to get on top of it – and describing that process is worth its own very long essay. To sum up, our little Diva –who is almost five now and growing like a weed – eats rice pasta like she chowed on the wheat kind. We focus on what she can eat, like apples and blueberries and cheese. She knows how to protect her own tummy and will give you an earful about her needs in that special way that a preschooler can.<br /><br />Still, one obstacle remained. We had no idea what to do about birthday parties. Whether they were at her preschool or at someone’s house, kids’ parties always have cake. Always. It’s a rule of childhood. So what could we serve her when all of the kids were snacking on their iced confections?<br /><br />For a few months, I simply let her eat as much ice cream as she could hold. If I were feeling daring, I’d scrape off some frosting that hadn’t touched any of the cake beneath. (This is fraught with cross-contamination hazards and I wouldn’t recommend it unless you are truly desperate.) Then I was flipping through our newspaper and discovered the recipe that changed everything: magical cream cheese cupcakes.<br /><br />Essentially, these are mini-cheesecakes without any crust. What’s fabulous is that you can make a huge batch (with your kid, if he or she is interested) and freeze them. When a party arrives, you pop one in your bag and go. What’s even more fabulous is that you can dress them up in any gluten-free way that you like. Smear ‘em with frosting. Sprinkle them with colored sugars. Top with nuts and/or jam. The options are limited only by your kid’s imagination.<br /><br /><strong><em>The magical cream cheese cupcakes</em></strong><br /><br />3 8-ounce packages cream cheese, softened (I recommend using name brand cream cheese. My experiments with the store brands have been less than satisfying. Edible, certainly, but lumpy.)<br />1 cup sugar<br />5 eggs<br />1.25 tsp vanilla extract<br />jam, sprinkles, fruit, frosting, nuts<br /><br />Preheat oven to 325. Line two 12-cup muffin tins with cupcake liners.<br /><br />Beat (by hand or with a mixer) cream cheese, sugar and eggs. Add vanilla. Pour batter into muffin tins and bake 40 minutes.<br /><br />These will settle a bit in the middle as they cool. Fill the resulting divot with whatever topping moves you and your kids. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><br />Next up in the <a href="http://scrambledcake.blogspot.com/search/label/food%20allergies">food allergy series</a>: gluten-free dining in Chicago.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-37449869830398603612007-09-23T14:34:00.001-05:002007-12-04T04:42:16.965-05:00OMG! The Candy Expo!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegIkHTu9DJT7sQq7Az_99kMBAesX2pjTDx3hbewEUD6PdztH-YoMfesEmwGuT6FNr2Ox9RzHXhgUQsneuwgRfZ6sMF1d_3Zvk_U1JuKF8IllmbF81di7juAueh5lYpkYQbX7jDg/s1600-h/Candy+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113485943111619186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegIkHTu9DJT7sQq7Az_99kMBAesX2pjTDx3hbewEUD6PdztH-YoMfesEmwGuT6FNr2Ox9RzHXhgUQsneuwgRfZ6sMF1d_3Zvk_U1JuKF8IllmbF81di7juAueh5lYpkYQbX7jDg/s200/Candy+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYHSDXF-gNn-fA5m2X7qee29t3K2_EU5kysAAE8Z3YK5wii-twye7FfFjFL-rOkjDm2FQvHLEjD_Sp7XrXsxRF-MD-S-7X1sARCeij-aJe9glad15YfeJ4Ret1yNawmv86YJlAQ/s1600-h/Candy+001.jpg"></a>My teeth ached and my stomach rumbled even before I stepped onto the floor of the All Candy Expo. The Expo was overflowing with every type of sweet as well as some salty snack foods.<br />The Candy Expo was the first show held in McCormick Place's new West Wing, so everything was clean and shiny new, even the bathrooms. But, you don't want to hear about the bathrooms; you want to hear about the candy. It was everywhere!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Eating my way through the All Candy Expo</span></div><div>The Expo was the equivalent size of nearly 10 football fields. In my first walk down one of the many aisles I tried a chocolate covered crispy cricket. It would have been wise to save something this adventurous until later in the show, but I survived. I did, however, vow to avoid eating insects for the rest of the day.<br /><br />At the risk of sounding too much like the Very Hungry Caterpillar, I also sampled a dill pickle, chocolate covered sunflower seeds, some upscale nut snacks, and a smoked buffalo steak snack (like jerky, but less chewy). I also snagged a marshmallow crispie to bring home for the boys and a bag of caffeine-enhanced potato chips for DH.<br /><br />On my trip down aisle two I stopped keeping track of what I sampled or grabbed to take home. By aisle three, I nibbled the tasty morsels offered to me, but tossed most after a bite or two. By aisle 4 (the equivalent of maybe 2 football fields) I groaned with each glimpse of artificially colored high fructose corn syrupy gummy crap.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJkxXPDX0x_P74uziqmmOtwznwHlRd6y4imn7dRsgFqipnbcqv7wWRZzrhxnzMyCnuumcy2VM5y20YYvOYESmzcsb-OkksTHiUX8iHAjeBATp7kma3jTUdyGTdUcTmj4HF6GDoA/s1600-h/Candy+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113485951701553794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJkxXPDX0x_P74uziqmmOtwznwHlRd6y4imn7dRsgFqipnbcqv7wWRZzrhxnzMyCnuumcy2VM5y20YYvOYESmzcsb-OkksTHiUX8iHAjeBATp7kma3jTUdyGTdUcTmj4HF6GDoA/s200/Candy+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8LbBu9gWEvPtlNfB-GGnuwuTUimluGdDMzY-1mu21ddaxeqFdadqJzkZWbVlLnw8yEG3M3pEZ8Q5RqlXX26EPcEODsE-yCC6-FDJt0tvhvaL371QUVyuIMIy0ybrghHWdr3bgg/s1600-h/Candy+002.jpg"></a>Another high-end, imported organic 65% cacao chocolate bar? <em>Stop, I can't stand it! Oh, I can take the whole thing home to try? Oh, okay, sure.</em><br /><br />By 1:00 I was spent. I looked like a pack mule with my overstuffed bags of candy. I felt like an overstimulated toddler after her birthday party, crashing down from my sugar high. I wanted a nap so badly I could have cried. But one thing stood between the parking lot and me: The Treasure House.<br /><br />Each Candy Expo pass holder is allowed one trip into <strong><em>The Treasure House</em></strong>. One last, desperate attempt to grab up every possible goodie and stuff it into a small bag. I did not miss my chance. I got some kettle corn, mini-Tolberones, Jelly Bellies, and goodness knows what else.<br />I've already sent a basket of sweets to the teacher's lounge at my boy's school and we will no doubt be THE house for cool Halloween treats. I'm also planning an awesome PMS survival kit giveaway on my blog, <a href="http://hormonecoloredays.blogspot.com/">Hormone-colored Days</a>. But it will take many days to try the items that look promising.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Our Taste-Test results</span></div><div>The <a href="http://www.nrgsnax.com/main.html">NRG potato chips</a> looked really promising two days after the show when I was still dragging myself around as I tried to get the boys ready for school and myself ready for work. There are worse things to eat for breakfast, right? Not really, but I was desperate. Turns out the chips were too spicy for a mild food lover like me. The single chip I ate didn't jump start me quite the way I'd hoped and I couldn't handle any more.<br /><br />Don't tell the boys I ate this without them, but <a href="http://www.worldpantry.com/cgi-bin/ncommerce3/ProductDisplay?prmenbr=688900&prrfnbr=1289384">Terra Nostra</a> puts out a dangerously delicious USDA organic "satin milk with creamy caramel filling chocolate bar" that lives up to its satiny-creamy name. At the show, I sampled a bit of Terra Nostra's non-dairy/vegan rice milk-based chocolate, which tasted surprisingly like the real thing. </div><div><br />I hadn't intended to give the boys <a href="http://www.fizzies.com/101.html">Fizzies</a>, but they found my samples of this retro drink tablet and suddenly it was a done deal. You add the tablet to water and watch it fizz up like a soda. Packed with vitamin C and artificial coloring agents, I was glad that Smartypants didn't like it, even though he thought the concept was cool. Pikachu did enjoy the Fizzie drinks, though. </div><div><br />On a less artificial note, the folks at <a href="http://purefun.ca/">Pure Fun</a> showered me with their organic hard candies and lollipops. They're gluten-free, certified vegan, kosher, and USDA organic and are made without artificial colors, which recent studies indicate have a negative affect on some children. But how do they taste? Great! I brought them to large family dinner last night and the nine kids present gobbled them up and filled their pockets with more to take home. </div><div><br />And speaking of gluten-free foods, I'll get back to the food allergy series soon with a post or two about gluten-free diets.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRk3qNKywErwANePR8Kms-koMb2htlUsH2XEJES2hmIdxq1ufX0RYGPpeuZmIEo2Op5FS1Yjx67jmU3Q3y9MXxs2YdKDXFWbNZaLkf5T-CInP5S-IYVT5NayYpcqAU1gcbbmtghg/s1600-h/Candy+003.jpg"> </a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREHiBNVhidglXYYgCJa4zhw3d4N3Xv3b7A4_5kzgg93MLvDJhCpmvCDuwJ-1amQ2nWqXwjSQb1-xMNpzow8ZPtwC6k1aehRvL_ZLbJV3CDZS14c9NCZwKxXFAUO6oJOwgSXSUoQ/s1600-h/Candy+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113485960291488402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREHiBNVhidglXYYgCJa4zhw3d4N3Xv3b7A4_5kzgg93MLvDJhCpmvCDuwJ-1amQ2nWqXwjSQb1-xMNpzow8ZPtwC6k1aehRvL_ZLbJV3CDZS14c9NCZwKxXFAUO6oJOwgSXSUoQ/s200/Candy+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If you're hungry for more sweet details about the All Candy Expo, check out my new blog friends at <a href="http://candyaddict.com/">Candy Addict</a> and <a href="http://www.candyblog.net/">Candy Blog</a>. </div><div></div><div>Adapted from a post at <a href="http://chicagomomsblog.com/">Chicago Moms Blog</a>. </div>Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-81841138653157187322007-09-14T09:27:00.000-05:002007-09-14T15:32:02.783-05:00Food Allergies in the ClassroomAllergy Moms (and Dads) know that food allergy concerns at school aren't limited to the lunchroom. That's why I've always considered the lead teacher or homeroom teacher my most important ally in the fight against accidental exposure to sesame, the allergen that might cause a life-threatening reaction in my son.<br /><br />When Smartypants was younger, I prepared an informational flyer including his color photo and vital information (like birthdate and weight) as well as allergy information for all of his teachers. I gave his homeroom an extra copy to include her "substitute folder," so that every sub would have the important info about my son. In preschool, I had the teacher post a copy on the "snack cabinet" so any volunteer helpers (parents, grandparents) would be clued in, too.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.foodallergy.org/">FAAN</a> publishes several useful guides for school, daycare and camp staff. Closer to home, <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/members/OPMama.aspx">OPMama</a>, a member of the Chicago Parent online community recommends that schools in Chicago area or nearby suburbs give <a href="http://www.childrensmemorial.org/depts/allergy/overview.asp">Children's Memorial Hospital</a> a call. OPMama highly recommends their free informative lectures on the impact food allergies on all families.<br /><br />As <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/members/Rees.aspx">Rees</a> pointed out in the <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/forums/1954/ShowThread.aspx#1954">Chicago Parent forums</a>, parents whose lives have not been touched by food allergies often do not realize how serious they can be. A bit of education helps the whole community.<br /><br />Before a child even enters a classroom there are pages and pages of registration papers to fill out, right? Always skeptical about how closely those types of papers are examined, I mark forms with fluorescent orange FOOD ALLERGY stickers purchased through <a href="https://www.foodallergy.org/shoppingcart/cgi-bin/msascartlist.dll/ProductInfo?productcd=SFASproductcd=SFAS">FAAN</a>. This makes the crucial allergy information stand out.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mabel.ca/mabel.php">Mabel's Labels</a> (reviewed by Chicago Parent's editor <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/article.asp?page=2&aID=672869902.7941553.39936.7519757.4707387.975&aID2=3063">here</a>) also makes allergy alert lab<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssuEHX2EpeRaePQvh4RVmzz0atvl9-aAvLKxYo6ExJZHLKCymEd-BOiA3zD3Pz3BtSSjrF0aL7x2pvN21H3rDUcBmKmiz4m5wxrIo6yvWFBu8MGzBsWs5u2V1ux8qZG5p0bAUCQ/s1600-h/allergy+label.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110158246278947570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="218" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssuEHX2EpeRaePQvh4RVmzz0atvl9-aAvLKxYo6ExJZHLKCymEd-BOiA3zD3Pz3BtSSjrF0aL7x2pvN21H3rDUcBmKmiz4m5wxrIo6yvWFBu8MGzBsWs5u2V1ux8qZG5p0bAUCQ/s320/allergy+label.jpg" width="151" border="0" /></a>els. Back in June I stuck a regular old Mabel’s name Label on my seven year-old’s water bottle. After 8 weeks of summer camp, countless throw-the-bottle games and many passes through the dishwasher, it’s looks as good as the day I put it on. They are amazing.<br /><br />Mabel's ultra-durable red and white allergy labels are customized to include your child’s name and up to six allergies. I would have loved these when Smartypants was younger. They are a boon for the preschool or early elementary child who may not be able to clearly communicate her needs. They are great for school, daycare and camp, too. Had they been around when he was little, I would have slapped one of these right on my boy’s shirt before heading off to a party where he might be wandering about, trying to grab a snack without me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What are your favorite school/daycare survival tips?</span><br /><br />Stay tuned: Next week I'll be back with a kid-tested round-up of the best allergy friendly foods on the market and a post or two about gluten-free diets.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-21122338111044828762007-09-10T22:36:00.000-05:002007-09-10T22:49:14.330-05:00Making the world a safer place, one sandwich at a timeFood allergies will affect your family even if they aren’t an issue in your home. For example, this summer my boys came home from every camp they attended with a note requesting peanut-free lunches. Chances are you've heard something similar at school. Whether it's a matter of following the rules or a concern for peanut allergic children, I encourage you to try soy nut butter.<br /><br />Pamela Hornik of the <a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/silicon_valley_moms_blog/2007/09/soy-nut-butter.html">Silicon Valley Moms Blog</a> put it this way in a recent post: <em>I can not stop the war or even keep my daughter's shoes organized, but I can now send sandwiches to school without hurting anyone.<br /></em><br />When it comes to peanut-free lunches, we pack our favorite PB alternative, the <a href="http://www.soynutbutter.com/foodallergiesnutallergies.html">IM Healthy Soy Nut Butter</a> from a company in nearby Glenview. When sandwiched with jelly it’s almost indistinguishable from PB. Plus it’s lower in fat and safer in schools. The boys and I like the honey creamy style best, but DH goes for the crunchy kind. We’ve been eating this for so long, none of us even like the taste of peanut butter anymore.<br /><br />At our local Jewel usually carries one or two of the many varieties of the IM Healthy Brand in the PB section (on the lowest shelf, usually in a dark corner) as well in the natural foods section, but it’s usually on the lowest shelf. Try a specialty retailer like <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/blogs/cake/archive/2007/08/31/i-m-in-love.aspx">Whole Foods</a> for a greater selection of the IM Healthy line as well as other unique “butters.”<br /><br />Do you have a favorite peanut-free spread (Marshmallow Fluff?) or favorite source for such items?Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-54412765169078432452007-09-09T20:31:00.000-05:002007-09-09T20:47:03.181-05:00Don't Kill the Allergy MomThe Allergy Mom. You know her, the one who goes on about deadly foods (everything your child likes to eat) as she politely hands you a list of “safe” snacks (nothing he’ll go near). Once she’s out of earshot, the other parents huddle and express outrage. “But all my kid eats is peanut butter!” “What am I supposed to send for lunch?” “What nerve! Can her kid’s allergy be that serious?”<br /><br />Yes, it can. Food allergies can kill. And <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/HEALTH/conditions/03/26/food.allergies/index.html">sometimes they do</a>. <a href="http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2003/11/10/food_allergies_changing_school_customs/">Sometimes at school</a>. Be thankful you’re not an allergy mom.<br /><br />When Smartypants was a toddler, I mixed up a nutritious batch of hummus for him. He loved my homemade blend of chickpeas, tahini (sesame paste) and garlic. I beamed as he gobbled my creation. Then he got tired, started rubbing his eyes and fussing. I figured he’d had a long day and he was telling me he was ready for bed. Wrong, he was telling me he was in distress.<br /><br />When I wiped off the hummus that coated his fingers, arms, hands and face, I saw he was bright red. He had a rash on every inch of skin the hummus touched. Hives erupted before my eyes. Fortunately, my cousin had advised us to keep a bottle of Benadryl in the kitchen, so DH grabbed the nearby bottle while I phoned the pediatrician.<br /><br />We gave our young son the medicine and sat watching him, studying the dynamic 3-D show on his skin, dutifully tracking his breathing, the ever-changing hives and his vital functions. And trying not to show how completely freaked out we were.<br /><br />So, yes, I’m an Allergy Mom.<br /><br />Thankfully, we were spared a trip to the ER, but that night we were introduced to a whole new set of parenting worries. Allergy testing indicated a potentially life-threatening reaction (<a href="http://www.foodallergy.org/anaphylaxis/index.html">anaphylaxis)</a> to sesame. Although not among the top 8 allergens, it does make the top 20 (see below).<br /><br />Even though sesame is not as ubiquitous as peanuts, it’s out there. Sesame seeds top bagels, loaves of bread and pretzels. It’s a common ingredient in Japanese, Chinese, Greek and Mediterranean foods (falafel, hummus, etc.). Those potentially deadly seeds lurk quietly in many snacks “party mixes” and containers of bread crumbs. Allergy Moms ask questions. We read labels. Always.<br /><br />Now that Smartypants is older, he takes more responsibility for himself (I still give a heads-up to his teachers- I’ll get into more detail about this later in this food allergy series). But when he was in preschool, I was the Allergy Mom who handed out the “safe” snack list. A list compiled after a long night at the grocery store, examining the fine print and ingredients list on almost every product label in the snack/cracker aisle.<br /><br />Most of the parents took care to stick with the list or call me if they wanted to bring an unapproved item. Some even insisted I read the product label myself before giving the green light. Their concern meant a lot to me. It’s scary enough sending your child out into the Big World. When that child has serious food allergies that maternal fear inches up a notch or five.<br /><br />So please be patient; hold back your snarky comments and give the Allergy Mom a break. She’s depending on you to help keep her kid safe.<br /><br />Over the next week or so, I’ll be sharing some of our allergy survival tips as well as new pointing out some tasty peanut-free snacks, many of which are free of other common allergens like tree nuts, dairy, soy, sesame, and gluten. I hope you’ll chime in with tips and resources as well.<br /><br />For more information on food allergies:<br /><a href="http://www.illinoisfaea.org/resources.asp">Illinois Food Allergy Education Association</a><br /><a href="http://www.foodallergy.org/">Food Allergy and Anaphylaxis Network (FAAN) </a><br /><a href="http://www.mochallergies.org/">Mothers of Children Having Allergies (MOCHA) </a><br />Also, here’s a great piece, "<a href="http://www.babble.com/content/articles/features/dispatches/Martini/foodForThought/">Food for Thought</a>," by my friend Adrienne Martini. (Okay, we don’t know each other <em>that</em> well, but she let me eat all her <em>frites</em> while she was doing a reading at HopLeaf last winter.) Adrienne is going to share a few thoughts and a gluten-free recipe later in this series (wait, maybe she really is my friend!). She is also the author of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hillbilly-Gothic-Memoir-Madness-Motherhood/dp/0743272730/ref=sr_1_1/105-2997614-8100436?ie=UTF8&s=books&amp;qid=1188665987&sr=1-1">Hillbilly Gothic: A Memoir of Madness and Motherhood</a>. And you thought your postpartum depression was bad.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Top 8 food allergens</span><br />Milk<br />Eggs<br />Fish<br />Shellfish<br />Tree nuts<br />Peanuts<br />Wheat<br />SoyKim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-89462511410836706692007-09-08T19:04:00.001-05:002007-12-04T04:51:01.965-05:00I got a Brazilian!<a href="http://www.sushisamba.com/top.html">SushiSamba Rio </a><br />504 N Wells, Chicago<br />312-595-2300<br /><br />I got a Brazilian dish, French Toast and so much more at SushiSamba Rio, a Japanese/Brazilian/Peruvian fusion restaurant.<br /><br /><br />SushiSamba is one happening place. They’ve got a little something for everyone- a rooftop lounge for the hipsters, unique “Sushi and Sake” classes for the foodies, and late night dance parties with DJs and musicians pumping out Latin-inspired beats along with <em>samba</em> and <em>capoeira </em>performances for those who like to get their groove on. From the food to the music to the décor, everything about this place is cool. So, um, what were we doing there? This is not a place you might think to bring kids, let alone expect them to be invited along on a little press junket. But they were and, you might want to bring your children there, too.<br /><br />SushiSamba’s Sunday Brunch provides a nice change from the local pancake house. They offer a <a href="http://www.sushisamba.com/top.html">menu</a> that will please every member of the family. For $15 per adult and $8 per child under 12, you choose from several tasty items to create your meal.<br /><br />On our visit, we sampled almost every brunch item while chatting with Joanna, a PR representative from the restaurant who you may have seen on <em>Check, Please!<br /></em><br />Even though the brunch menu is filled with continental cuisine ("stuff your kids will eat"), SushiSamba adds a little twist. For example, the rich Eggs Benedict (pictured) is fla<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPnEtShKkxOzitnGFlFsNQ1GxGraLrBQEc3NHg7lHTYLW7ZJf9Q7Vo1SjRIDdFDdu1LLfGlpJqAkrOQ33Nb44ZyFDs-Gzhx8v6-nYn_itl5v8HYen8Yi_7pTD2P0TU3U48Znwow/s1600-h/SushiSamba+Eggs+Benedict.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107997577809247090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPnEtShKkxOzitnGFlFsNQ1GxGraLrBQEc3NHg7lHTYLW7ZJf9Q7Vo1SjRIDdFDdu1LLfGlpJqAkrOQ33Nb44ZyFDs-Gzhx8v6-nYn_itl5v8HYen8Yi_7pTD2P0TU3U48Znwow/s320/SushiSamba+Eggs+Benedict.jpg" border="0" /></a>vored with a Hollandaise sauce made with the mild Peruvian <em>aji panca</em> chile pepper and trades ham for smoked salmon. The smoked salmon was also featured in Sunday Samba Roll along with cream cheese and cucumber. We slap this stuff on a bagel; they artfully tuck it into a seaweed wrapper.<br /><br />I’m not sure if I’ve lost you or your kids here, but my boys ate these unique items up. Even though they also filled their bellies with scrambled eggs and steak, they managed to find room for the melt-in-your-mouth-delicious <em>Doce de Leite</em> French Toast, and a taste of everything on the Smoked Fish Platter-white fish, salmon, trout and bagel chips.<br /><br />It’s only as I write this out that I realize how much food we ate in one sitting, because that wasn’t all. The boys, DH and I also sampled the Carmen Miranda, a fresh fruit platter with granola and yogurt flavored with <em>yuzu</em>, a tart Japanese citrus fruit, as well as hot, sugar-coated Brazilian <em>Churros</em> served with Peruvian chocolate and caramel dipping sauces.<br /><br />Happy and full as we were, we begged our hostess to let us try <em>Feijoada</em> (fesh-wada) ($13), a Brazilian specialty. It’s not part of the continental brunch, but it can be ordered and served family style. She demurred, so we loosened our belts a notch and tasted the traditional stew of black bean, shredded pork, seared beef and <em>carne seca</em> accompanied by white rice, collard greens, and <em>farofa</em> (a toasted flour, somewhat like cornmeal). DH could have made a meal out of this, but though the boys and I liked it, we were glad we got to sample the other foods.<br /><br />The boys loved the <em>Batidas</em>, frothy Brazilian smoothies made with condensed milk instead of yogurt ($7). And they enjoyed choosing flavor combos for the custom blended drinks, which are large enough for two or thee young children to share. Their favorite was pineapple-orange-banana.<br /><br />At SushiSamba you can go Brazilian or enjoy fresh sushi and one of the world’s largest selections of<em> sake</em>, Japanese rice wine. In fact, Joanna told us that in Japan <em>sake</em> is now considered an old man’s drink. <em>Sake</em> companies flock to SushiSamba to film commercials featuring hip young Americans drinking it in order to sell the beverage to Japanese young adults.<br /><br /><em>Sake. Batidas</em>. Brazilian, Japanese. Fusion cuisine. Family brunch. They have something for everyone, except the wee ones in diapers, that is. There are no changing facilities. Which answers that eternal question: <em>can a place be hip and offer diaper-changing facilities?</em> Apparently not. Still, the bathrooms are a thing to behold. Not quite Ally McBeal, not quite a hall of mirrors, definitely something to see for yourself.<br /><br />SushiSamba provides valet parking for $12, but there’s also a self-park garage a block away. If you’re lucky, you might find street parking.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107992934949600050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45KcllOYaqbO2sqtHTCoPk37A_8NoXJUMjueZmXVyMjfGEoke6PhR6gCNWp2ROMPlfZaD3vunAR8z_dnF2pTVqz_HfIzBROje-yShveIUXBWwaSZ0QGIcW3jiMlOYex93VrCOAA/s320/SushiSamba+Bathroom.jpg" border="0" /><br />Above: me taking a picture of Splinter washing his hands in the men's room on the other side of a glass divider.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107993166877834066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNwkfhPzZqOfTwFMSV59Zh97S3GEBrRa0t088Tf7d4ieWuGm4MA5Vkx31gY0K3vCTdmAB1FQMmujc7lv486w0nW_9353pJENuDOkDagmxQo_kIVMh-aWWUtVu_n7RXWzA2P7Npg/s320/SushiSamba+bathroom+2.jpg" border="0" /> Your kids will have fun washing up before the meal.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-51014312561919932382007-09-03T21:43:00.000-05:002007-09-03T22:45:20.752-05:00Tears in my SaladMy eyes welled up as I stood chopping veggies, but no onions were in sight. I was near tears because I was listening to a story on NPR about a camp for children whose parents died in the Iraq War. The piece was more than gut-wrenching. It was a call to action. I can no longer sit and listen to these stories. I must do something to help end the war.<br /><br /><br />Months ago I asked my boys what we can do to stop the war. <em>Us? Our family? Don't you mean what can the President do?</em><br /><br /><em></em><br />I explained that in a democracy, it's up to the people to tell the president what to do. Not the other way around (in theory, at least). But we never acted on our discussion. Not until last week when I got invited to a war vigil. So I gathered up posterboard and markers and set the boys loose. Well, sort of. First my boys and their friend started printing colorful messages like "Bring the Soldiers Home" and "Soldiers Come Home." Seven year-old Pikachu's created a more abstract message of peace with flags and countries and tears and....<br /><br /><br />And then the boys began asking thoughtful, probing questions- <em>who's fighting with us and who are the enemies?</em> <em>How many people have died?</em><br /><br /><br />Finally, as happens in our house, things degraded. Rapidly.<br /><br /><em>Can I draw fighting</em>? No.<br /><br /><em>Can I draw guns shooting?</em> No.<br /><br /><em>Can I draw just guns?</em> No! This is a peace vigil for goodness sake!<br /><br /><em>I already drew a soldier, is it okay if he has a gun? Soldiers have guns, you know.</em> Ugh. Always a loophole. Fine, the soldier can have the gun, but after after you draw it I'm putting away the markers!<br /><br /><br />The vigil (or war protest, as the boys liked to call it) attracted about 40 or so like-minded people, including four families with children to a busy intersection to spread a message of peace. Many who drove past our group honked or waved "peace fingers" in support. Okay, one guy waved a different finger and shouted something that I couldn't quite make out, except for the words m-----f-----. But overall the people driving through town were cool with our message.<br /><br /><br />"I didn't know standing around with a sign was going to be so fun," said Smartypants at the end of the muggy evening. We both felt like we'd done something good, something worthwhile. (Pikachu, not so much; he's rather hawkish.)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106175541013134082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb8LyvTiYZ_-yD2F3hBFjrGFHmvTxF0XhT4hrg1GGzCWnnQ1_rXXRAef-ZxF_1QzZ351roNjULPkyBA1-T6jjiaXTYaeMyk9pT7kVyj1t-elMKrJWDmFYVc59XWY1Fagec4Enjw/s320/kids+for+peace+blog.jpg" width="258" border="0" /><br />I can't say if I'm entering a new era of political involvement, but I did just <a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/chicago_moms/2007/09/draft-obama-inv.html">invite the Senator Obama and his wife to meet me and a crew of my mommyblogging friends</a>. Now what will I serve them if they show up?<br /><br />BTW, the girl in the picture did not make posters with us. She would never even think of drawing guns on a peace sign.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-39191436778123172342007-08-31T06:52:00.000-05:002007-08-31T07:37:24.601-05:00I'm in LoveWith the new Whole Foods in Northbrook at Willow and Waukegan.<br /><br />After my friend <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/blogs/thread/default.aspx">Red Thread</a> stopped into the new South Loop Whole Foods (just off the Taylor Street ramp off I-90/94) she politely offered me blogging dibs on the store. I thanked her for the heads up, but then made wry comment like, <em>*yawn* Big Organic is growing again?</em><br /><br />I can head to the Whole Foods in Evanston, Deerfield or the newish one in Sauganash. But I stopped in to the just-opened Northbrook location and I get it. I'm smitten. The store is more spacious than any Whole Foods I've been in. Everything looks so fresh.<br /><br />And their foragers, professionals who seek out local foods, are doing a good job. They have fabulous pastries from <a href="http://scrambledcake.blogspot.com/2006/09/read-up-nd-dine-out-rolfs-patisserie.html">Rolf's Patisserie</a> in Lincolnwood (pricey enough that it's easy to keep temptation at bay), <a href="http://www.chefearls.com/Us.htm">Chef Earl's fresh salsa and hummus</a>, some great Wisconsin cheeses. To steal a phrase from another ubiquitous food outlet: <em>I'm lovin' it!</em><br /><br />Here are excerpts from Red Thread's post at the <a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/chicago_moms/2007/08/choo-choo-all-a.html">Chicago Moms Blog</a> that I now relate to:<br /><br /><em>The angels sang and my recyclable tote bag was hungry for new items. First, you walk into the produce. Glorious, glorious fruits & veggies stacked like art.... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The next thing I really noticed was a huge section of not just cosmetics and vitamins for sale, but IMO, a larger section of clothing than I've seen at Chicago WFs. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>But wait...turn a corner to the bakery! A wall of fresh bread greets you and get this. There's a dessert bar! Dear goddess, why do you tempt me so? You can also get fresh pizza, made-to-order sandwiches, gelatto, fancy chocolates, and deli stuff.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Curious Incident of the Cow (and my 7 year-old) in the Day (at Whole Foods)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />My mother-in-law brought the boys to the Northbrook store the day it opened. I was dismayed to learn that Pikachu, who "doesn't like people dressed up in animal costumes" harassed someone in a cow costume. My progeny stepped on the cow's toes, whacked the poor thing's tail and goodness knows what else. After missing out on from a mini-golf adventure my bad seed wrote a letter of apology to the store manager. When we delivered it yesterday, the manager-on-duty, Red Elk, kindly and sympathetically accepted the suddenly shy and demure Pikachu's note. He even got down to my boy's eye level to have a gentle talk with him. He's either a dad or a former preschool teacher.<br /><br />Apology complete, we picked up the fresh loaf of bread we planned to buy. We also purchased several items we hadn't planned on, but got hooked after a sample or three: Earl's mild salsa, artisan cheese, beer chips (completely addicting honey-sweetened potato chips), and artichoke-lemon pesto. Damn you Big Organic, you've got me under your spell!Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-17035825781791791442007-08-26T19:15:00.000-05:002007-09-17T19:40:31.379-05:00The New Spatulatta Cookbook<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyY8QN3a1LyFxJ_vu6wha0lhY6uP0FQksCQWlDNUm8XFHx8eVWsrlRYWW1dN0PIbThfTIGpiK7WlrnEjFoahyiOcCRRhlt0oEv4C3s9GXDn3i_elWjVrpiE9SRjnFRhmXAaUatg/s1600-h/Spatulatta+cookbook+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103205008487234274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="288" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyY8QN3a1LyFxJ_vu6wha0lhY6uP0FQksCQWlDNUm8XFHx8eVWsrlRYWW1dN0PIbThfTIGpiK7WlrnEjFoahyiOcCRRhlt0oEv4C3s9GXDn3i_elWjVrpiE9SRjnFRhmXAaUatg/s320/Spatulatta+cookbook+003.jpg" width="210" border="0" /></a>My little chefs and I were so excited when our review copy of <a href="http://www.spatulatta.com/">The Spatulatta Cookbook</a> arrived. The boys waited impatiently while I gave the book a once-over before passing it on.<br /><br />I love the colorful and instructive photos and the fact that it's divided by seasons- a sophisticated move for a children's cookbook. It also has sections on vegetarian food and snacks.<br />I appreciate the glossary of cooking terms as well as tips on how to set a nice table (though my boys probably skipped right over that part). The boys like the photos as well as the comments the girls serve up with each recipe.<br /><br />When I handed the book over to the boys I told them to pick a recipe, which is why the first dish we tried was a sweet treat called Berry Dip and Roll. BD &R is a summer snack or dessert made by dipping strawberries in sour cream and then rolling them in cinnamon sugar. Of course this was a hit- and a little bit of a mess because Smartypants assembled the entire thing while I was still in bed.<br /><br />But that's what this book is all about- empowering kids to cook, right?<br /><br />Next up: Sweet Potato Pie, another recipe the boys chose. I helped out with this one, but <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBS5IHjtQ0dBMZigUYqubiiWgwylWjuPoCH6dj_jM9NEpRkECpHm-WE2qIZRCvXGbpWSy6BvfoyW6H-X1i4XzmLXkjVokxC54H_dmyWJHuLujG53xuJfcAYWaJbGunv0aDu578w/s1600-h/Sweet+potato+pie+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103205017077168882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="178" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBS5IHjtQ0dBMZigUYqubiiWgwylWjuPoCH6dj_jM9NEpRkECpHm-WE2qIZRCvXGbpWSy6BvfoyW6H-X1i4XzmLXkjVokxC54H_dmyWJHuLujG53xuJfcAYWaJbGunv0aDu578w/s320/Sweet+potato+pie+2.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a>as you can see <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/photos/cakedefaultaspx/default.aspx">here</a>, the boys did much of the work. (This can be a lesson in patience for the adult who cooks with them.) The recipe made enough for two pies, so we had one to eat ourselves and another to share with extended family. Each time our relatives raved about the delicious pie, my boys absolutely beamed with pride. The relatives weren't just being nice- the pie was great!<br /><br />Of course, the book isn't filled with desserts. There are plenty of fine family meals to be made from this book: Be My Valentine Chicken Saute, Caprese Salad, Kalbi Beef, Millet and Chickpea Salad, to name a few. We look forward to trying more <a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/chicago_moms/2007/08/feeling-power-1.html">now that our power has been restored....</a><br /><br />You can buy the book, signed, from the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.spatulatta.com">Spatulatta site</a> or click over to see what's cooking this week. Last time I checked, Olivia was foraging for foods that she and her guest chef cooked into a delicious meal. And the week before that it was an adorable little boy making Swedish pancakes. If you want your book signed in person, meet them on September 15 at Anderson's bookshop in Downer's Grove. Click <a href="http://www.chicagoparent.com/resource_view.asp?vID=870">here</a> for details.<br /><br />And while you're clicking away, see what some of my foodie friends are saying about this cookbook:<br /><a href="http://bonbonsforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2007/08/spatulatta-cookbook.html">Bon Bons for Breakfast</a><br /><a href="http://foodthought.org/2007/08/scenes-from-spatulatta.html">Food for Thought</a><br /><a href="http://maypapers.blogspot.com/2007/08/scrumptious-spatulatta.html">Mother May I?</a><br /><a href="http://www.andreasrecipes.com/2007/09/17/review-the-spatulatta-cookbook/">Andrea's Recipes</a><br /><br /><br />You can also click over to my personal blog, <a href="http://www.hormonecoloreddays.blogspot.com/">Hormone-colored Days</a>, to win a free Spatulatta Cookbook and other great stuff!Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-81455045414950793232007-08-24T07:00:00.000-05:002007-08-24T07:19:02.188-05:00Chicago's Sweetest Farmer's Market<em>Originally posted at the </em><a href="http://www.chicagomomsblog.com/"><em>Chicago Moms Blog.</em></a><br /><br />Many <a href="http://chicagoparent.com/cs/blogs/fieldtrip/archive/2007/06/21/sprouts-at-the-green-city-market.aspx">people</a> have posted about their for love the Green City Market, but my favorite city market takes place Thursday mornings at Eli’s Cheesecake World on the northwest side.<br /><br />A typical trip to Eli’s means blowing the diet in a big way- they make tempting tarts, plump éclairs and at least eight varieties of cheesecake all calling like sirens from their lovely refrigerated display case. But on Thursdays you can purchase produce from local farms and products from area vendors to balance out all those luscious, sugary, buttery, and calorie-laden desserts.<br /><br />It’s a small market, but a sweet one. The boys and I spent over 20 minutes ogling the produce from the Nichols Farm and Orchard. We laughed at the odd looking heirloom tomatoes, admired the cute, tiny pickle cukes, and questioned many items we’d never seen before. The vendor happily explained orange eggplants that resemble tiny pumpkins, lemon cucumbers that looked like gourds and offered up samples of everything that tempted us. We filled up our bags with a patriotic selection of fingerling potatoes-red, white and blue, half a dozen exotic eggplants*, lots of cukes and some interesting tomatoes.<br /><br />We also purchased up some handcrafted Vietnamese goods from the fair-trade store 10,000 Villages, which had a booth on site. We picked up some tips on bicycling around Chicago and green cleaning supplies (you won't believe what you can do with a lemon) and learned that this year's Annual Cheesecake Festival will take place Sept. 15-16. This community celebration also serves as a fundraiser (foodraiser?) for the Greater Chicago Food Depository. Donate two cans of food or $1 to the cause and your good deed will be rewarded with a slice of cheesecake- what a sweet way to introduce your little one to philanthropy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.elicheesecake.com/about.aspx">Eli's Cheesecake World</a> 6701 W Forest Preserve Drive (Harlem and Montrose), Chicago<br />Read up on Eli's factory tours (yum!) at <a href="http://scrambledcake.blogspot.com/2006/08/elis-cheesecake-world-life-is-uncertain.html">Scrambled CAKE</a>.<br /><br />* We don't always get around to eating the exotic foods we buy. Sometimes we just watch them rot on the countertop.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-82918904273116566042007-08-21T21:50:00.000-05:002007-08-21T22:20:14.743-05:00Scrambled SAKE- Our Visit to SpringfieldWe enjoyed a recent family getaway to Springfield. Yes, I actually said <em>enjoy</em> and <em>Springfield</em> in the same sentence! Unlike our <a href="http://hormonecoloreddays.blogspot.com/2007/08/springfield-springfield.html">disastrous earlier attempt </a>to introduce the boys to the Land of Lincoln, this trip was fun! This time we headed downstate with grandma, grandpa, and my brother’s family, which made a big difference. And we got to see cool new sites, like the Lincoln Museum <span style="font-size:85%;">(read a related Chicago Parent mag. travel review </span><a href="http://chicagoparent.com/article.asp?page=2&aID=931930702.3458316.28639.7087632.2649267.906&aID2=2194"><span style="font-size:85%;">here</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">).</span><br /><br />We were 11 in all, 6 adults and 5 kids. Dining as such a large group, we were not as concerned with excellent food as we were with simply getting everyone served the food they ordered in a reasonable amount of time (i.e. under 20-30 minutes). Sadly, several of these restaurants were not able to do this. Some did rise to the challenge, though.<br /><br />Here’s a round-up of restaurants to keep in mind when you head to our state capital.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">DAY 1</span><br />After visiting Abe Lincoln’s home during our first day we were hot and tired. A park ranger suggested we walk over the The Livery to eat a family-friendly dinner. We walked a few steamy blocks only to find it was closed. We stopped into the place next door, <a href="http://www.robbies.biz/">Robbie's</a>, but decided it wasn’t right for us. The hostess very graciously directed us to a nearby restaurant that might better meet our needs. In retrospect Robbie’s would have been fine. I still feel guilty that we didn’t give them a try, so maybe you will and then let me know what you think.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.augiesfrontburner.com/">Augie's Front Burner</a>, right across from the Old Capitol, was not the restaurant we were sent to, but it's where we ended up after wandering inthe hot weather. Of course, we were even more tired, hot, hungry and probably a bit “ripe” by the time we walked in the door. Augie’s is a casual restaurant with upscale food, food that earned them Springfield’s fine dining award in 2006. Our waiter took great care of our large party and rushed the kids’ meals. We encountered a slight bump when buttered noodles were served with <em>(gasp</em>) parsley flakes on top, but everyone survived. This was the best meal of our trip. Sorry, I don’t remember what we actually ate-I was on vacation, after all, and didn’t have my notebook handy.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">DAY 2<br /></span>After a great morning at the Lincoln Museum we walked a few blocks to Cafe Brio. Their Mexican/Middle Eastern vibe is a refreshing addition to the Old Capitol area, but not a great place for kids or a large group, based on our experience. They don’t have printed kids menus or any distractions (other than the waitstaff with their piercings and multi-colored hair) to keep the young ‘uns busy while waiting for the meals…and we waited a looooong time.<br /><br />After tiring afternoon running about town- we visited the new capitol, the old capitol, and Lincoln’s tomb- we relaxed at our hotel and then headed to the nearby O’Charley’s for dinner. O’Charley’s is a 230-strong chain with units from Minnesota down to the Gulf coast. Think Bennigan's with less “flair.” Kids eat free and we learned that many adults do, too when the service is poor. I was practically asleep by the time my food arrived, so I don't have many comments here. I do recall, though, that Pikachu was delighted to order Baked Cheetos as a side dish for his popcorn shrimp.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">DAY 3 <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidcgz8VMTiHMMRCgo4_L8W2n3FNNlpl0-It6wXyQWN1B5qSWEaK6U36_IgWcHRZSyeU9B-elOxsnlwbaz9775F9xlNgl_WXof4dxbddWht3sqlkwgsQpCujr2ZMBYFvFk-SjHnXQ/s1600-h/Horshoe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101353083013708466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidcgz8VMTiHMMRCgo4_L8W2n3FNNlpl0-It6wXyQWN1B5qSWEaK6U36_IgWcHRZSyeU9B-elOxsnlwbaz9775F9xlNgl_WXof4dxbddWht3sqlkwgsQpCujr2ZMBYFvFk-SjHnXQ/s320/Horshoe.jpg" width="152" border="0" /></a><br /></span>We finally made it to The Livery for lunch. If you want to know why Americans are so overweight, pop into this restaurant and get a clue. Their specialty is the Horseshoe. Take a hamburger, top it with fries and cover it with melted cheese and you've got a Horseshoe. I’m not sure if they were joking when they told us the Horseshoe is a local tradition, but we felt obligated to try it. If you’re intrigued, go with the Ponyshoe, a smaller version. They also serve real homemade soup. Good stuff, it hit the spot even on a hot day. I suspect their milkshakes are also top-notch, but I couldn't handle that <em>and</em> a Ponyshoe. The fast, friendly service steeped in local culture makes The Livery worth a visit.<br /><br />Our last family dining stop was <a href="http://www.monicals.com/navbar/index.shtml">Monical's Pizza</a>, another place near our hotel (a Hampton Inn and Suites—loved it!) on the outskirts of town. There are close to 60 Monical’s throughout Central Illinois, with several in Indiana and one in Wisconsin. They did a great job of seating and serving us efficiently. Each child received a multi-page kids menu with activities and crayons to keep 'em busy. Monical’s also provided little tabletop booklets full of brainteasers to keep adults occupied while waiting for a pan pizza. (Giordano’s and Edwardo’s, are you listening?) Even so, we stuck with quicker cooking ultra thin and crisp pizza. It didn't have much sauce, but I guess that's their style. We rounded off our meal with two family-size salads topped with their house dressing. Our waitress brought the dressing on the side in squirt bottles, so even the kids could top off the salads on their own. We likey.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">DAY 4</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpMAwe4rLMdx_daKe-g8F9Ebommoqd1CRgEDh9mKCK9QNVkRVsw0hHdjQCfI_hvqormSBWAUl7tdOqMjQ4opIqSl3KWo5iy1zTNEFVAE4Wuh91tAr5kt47jgp7rqgP4e8SzyExw/s1600-h/egg+on+a++stick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101353074423773858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="201" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpMAwe4rLMdx_daKe-g8F9Ebommoqd1CRgEDh9mKCK9QNVkRVsw0hHdjQCfI_hvqormSBWAUl7tdOqMjQ4opIqSl3KWo5iy1zTNEFVAE4Wuh91tAr5kt47jgp7rqgP4e8SzyExw/s320/egg+on+a++stick.jpg" width="161" border="0" /></a>We stopped at the Illinois State Fair before heading home. Like the food, I was hot and fried after a few hours. Fried food is expected at a fair, corndogs, too, but the fair provided an unprecedented number of foods in the “on-a-stick genre.” Shrimp? Pizza? Eggs? Who knew such a thing was possible?Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-79228392545058618662007-08-07T22:28:00.000-05:002007-08-08T07:44:59.082-05:00The Paula Kamen Cucumber-Tomato Salad, a recipe for coolLike many good recipes, this one comes from a friend.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096168485493612866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8fEenuhdytgdKjO6HfJzR_PBkq3WglBQOa3xguAAB6mUYGLxN_lmygpbW3eiJcLcDc-uyqDXW8hkeepPpgbEDRIlUCGZegK9SAmf1MQIJO0F1nrUdTFVWSuadUW6cm3764FO8w/s320/Paula-Kamen-Salad.jpg" width="252" border="0" /><br />About a decade ago, DH and I were part of an informal <em>chavurah</em>, a group of friends who met for monthly vegetarian potluck <em>shabbat</em> dinners and discussion.<br /><br />It was a hip group.<br /><br />Intellectually and artistically hip, I mean. Our group included the creators of the (now) syndicated <a href="http://www.kingfeatures.com/features/comics/edgecity/about.htm">Edge City</a> comic (which you can read in the <em>Chicago Sun-Times</em>), a woman who clerked for a Supreme Court judge, several writers, including <a href="http://slwisenberg.blogspot.com/">this one</a>, who is now also known for her CancerBitch diaries on <a href="http://www.cancerbitch.blogspot.com/">Chicago Public Radio</a> (click over for good news), and Feminist Fatale, <a href="http://www.paulakamen.com/">Paula Kamen</a>.<br /><br />You may be wondering how the rather square DH and I, the only suburbanites in the group, wound up in such good company. I wondered that, too. I'm convinced it was a fluke, but that's fodder for another post.<br /><br />On to Paula's amazing salad. This was her standard <em>chavurah</em> dish, and now it's my standard summer dish. It's healthy and refreshing, and the boys eat it! I make almost weekly.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ingredients</span><br />6 plum tomatoes<br />6 pickle cucumbers<br />1/4 to 1/2 of a sweet onion<br />1/2 lb. of feta cheese <span style="font-size:85%;">(Go for the more expensive French or Greek variety; they are smooth and creamy. Consider using goat cheese if your only feta choice is the prepackaged stuff.)<br /></span>1-2 large serving spoonfuls of kalamata olives, without pits<br />Seasoning to taste: basil, oregano, pepper, salt, olive oil, balsamic or rice wine vinegar<br /><br />Chop first four ingredients into chunks. If you like them large, as Paula does, fine. You want to go small, that's okay, too. I usually keep the onions chunks large, so the kids can easily pick them out. If I don't have a lot of olive, I may slice them in half as well.<br /><br />Adapt the ratio of ingredients to meet your tastes. I often wind up with a huge salad because I think, <em>Oh, just one more tomato </em>and then it looks to tomato-y so I add more cukes, then a bit more cheese, then back to the tomatoes, etc.<br /><br />If you've got extra feta, cut it into cubes and enjoy as a chaser to watermelon slices. This delightful sweet/salty combo is perfect for a sultry summer night.<br /><br /><div>Paula has new book on women and mental health due out soon. I'll let you know when it's released.</div><div></div>Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31262785.post-52420909686018297782007-08-05T08:45:00.000-05:002007-08-05T09:06:42.008-05:00Lake Michigan picnicI'd like to tell you how much we enjoyed our lakeside picnic Friday night. After all, we were meeting a group of our friends and I'd prepared a lovely trio of salads: southwest black bean and corn, pasta with goat cheese, garden-fresh tomatoes and a few choice veggies, and, finally, our summer favorite- a pleasing cucumber-tomato combo.<br /><br /><br />The thing is, we never made it to he picnic. Both boys were sick Friday afternoon. Pikachu (the 7 year-old formerly known as Splinter) was burning up and lethargic when I picked him up from camp. (Counselor: <em>yeah, he seems a little out of sorts...</em>) He had a fever of 102!<br /><br />Not only did we miss the picnic, we barely made it to sleep Friday night. It was the worst night we've had in years. One child or the other up was up just about every hour of the night. Poor boys. Poor Mommy (and to a lesser extent, Daddy).<br /><br />Thankfully, both boys were doing better by Saturday afternoon when the mail arrived. As I was taking Pikachu's temperature, Smartypants burst into the room with a large box, "Look what just came!"<br /><br />I put the thermometer down and asked him to bring me some hand sanitizer, so my germy hands would not contaminate whatever wonders awaited in the box. I did a quick wipedown and opened a box of...hand sanitizer! The folks at <a href="http://www.germx.com/">Germ-X</a> sent me some samples; with two sick kids in the house, the timing could have been better.<br /><br />Sometimes life imitates art and sometimes it imitates commercials.Kim Moldofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370371961001629766noreply@blogger.com0