the summer after my divorce, i went on the requisite hippie retreat at the chopra center. so many people had told me i should be meditating, something i had never tried, and i figured deepak’s team would be well qualified to teach me. the retreat was also going to focus on general health and spiritual well being, which i thought might be helpful as i was quite frayed inside and out. i WAS worried about the vegan food they were meant to serve, but the retreat was located at la costa hotel and i figured i could sneak out and order a club sandwich at the bar, if there was too much kale.
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a christmas miracle
every year, we send out a holiday card featuring the kids smiling and laughing together. they DO laugh and smile together pretty frequently, but hardly ever when we are shooting these photos.
“FEO, FEO” lucy (when she had no teeth) yelled downstairs in alarm a few years ago, “the christmas clothes are out… i fink we have to do the card today!” then a series of loud groans as they commiserated together.
Read Morehank's diet
many of you have been asking how hank is doing on his diet. i have to say, it has not been easy. with the big drop in temperature, we tried on his favorite sweater from last winter a few days ago. last december, it was cozy, yet roomy, but this year, it fits him like a crop top a la britney spears, early nineties. i’m wondering if he is going to be one of those dogs whose closet is filled with a range of sizes he dips into depending on how much bacon he has had. will he need enough space to house his “fat jeans” and his “strictly following the paleo” jeans?
Read Morepudding yoghurt
i love pudding… and i do understand that it is meant to be a dessert and not eaten for breakfast. but i keep thinking i’ve found the “pudding-like yoghurt” which CAN be eaten for breakfast. unfortunately, each time my hopes are dashed by someone in my life who reads labels - i have never been a big ingredient analyzer and now that i can’t see anything small like the print on a carton without my reading glasses, which are usually misplaced, i rely on my savvier friends to sort me out. in my twenties that someone was my roommate in san francisco who informed me that my strawberry yoplait had loads and loads of sugar. i LOVED my yoplait because it was french (or at least it had a french-sounding name) and it came in a tall, slender container that looked like a vase and it tasted like pudding. in my thirties we were living in amsterdam and that someone was my dutch girlfriend who let me know that the strawberry/vanilla “vla” i was eating every morning was, in fact, pudding with no yoghurt components at all. in my forties, we moved to colorado and i discovered noosa. noosa IS yoghurt and it is produced locally from cows no further than forty miles away from the noosa headquarters in northern colorado. it is DELICIOUS! it comes in a zillion yummy flavors (tart cherry, key lime, rhubarb, coconut…) but of course, my favorite is vanilla because i have the palette of a five year old. i was beside myself when i tasted the noosa because i was sure i’d found the holy grail of pudding-like yoghurt. colorado is full of food makers who are very thoughtful about health and organic ingredients so it didn’t occur to me to even try and find my glasses to read the label… i just loaded up my cart with noosas (mostly vanilla) each time i went to the market. and then one fall, after a particularly noosa heavy summer, i had trouble zipping up my jeans. i couldn’t imagine what could have caused this problem until i was talking through my eating habits with a girlfriend who does actually read the labels. once again, my pudding dreams were thwarted by a very high sugar content. when i started asking around, i found that i didn’t have a single friend who ate noosa for breakfast… they only eat it as dessert. i was pretty devastated. my girlfriend suggested fage, the greek yoghurt, doctored up with fruit. of course, fage does NOT taste like pudding at all, but i’ve found that when it is covered in the sauce i made from the plums on my farm (backyard) or doused in my raisen-free cranberry sauce, it is pretty good. so i am reposting the cranberry recipe - thanksgiving is coming up and the markets are filled with cranberries. as a yoghurt topping, i prefer the cranberry sauce blended in the vitamix after it is cooked down on the stove. i also sprinkle a generous amount of granola on mine, but i am not sharing the brand because i can’t bear any more bad news.
Read Moreboulder halloween
halloween in boulder is outrageous. when we stepped out to go trick or treating our first year in colorado, i thought we’d wandered onto a movie set. literally EVERY house in our neighborhood was decorated, and not just with a pumpkin or two but with strings of orange lights, giant spiders and webs stretched across the houses, skeletons and zombies and werewolves emerging from the lawns and ghosts and ghoulies hanging from the trees. and when you ring the bell, the homeowners answer in full costume. sometimes they jump out at you and sometimes they just smile and offer the kids candy and the parents a glass of wine or a beer. yes - if you accept all the libations presented, you will be quite tipsy by the end of your neighborhood rounds. there are even a few famous addresses that do full spook houses… i took lucy to the one on 10th street when she was a little too young and we were both traumatized … i nearly peed my pants when a gazillion enormous spiders dropped on us and she let out a wail that lasted for at least two blocks. we had to retire for the evening after that.
Read Morei love you higher than the sky is high and deeper than the ocean is deep
for as long as i can remember, my father has said this to me… when he was putting me to bed, when he was saying good-bye, or sometimes just because he was passing by. i always imagined a vast, navy blue sky sparkling with stars reaching down to a deep purple ocean filled with colorful, friendly fish. (somehow even after i saw jaws WAY too young, that imagery never penetrated this phrase.) the enormity of all of that love surrounding me and protecting me made feel so safe, like i moved through the world in my own special cocoon. so on the tougher days like when i wasn’t invited to the sleepover or i got a really bad hair cut (fall of 8th grade and again in 10th) or some boy didn’t like me back or we didn’t win the spirit cup senior year like EVERY other class or i didn’t get into the college i wanted (my father actually called some schools and asked for my hand printed applications back) or i didn’t get the job i interviewed for (i am colossally poor in job interviews) or the boyfriend whose eyes are too close together cheated on me (i should have known when my father pointed out his flawed eye configuration) or i forgot to put the parking brake on and my big, two-ton sedan rolled down a hill right into the side of another car whose owner was at the same party i was going to or i got laid off or i couldn’t get pregnant or i had to move from amsterdam to a hot, dusty mountain town or my marriage fell apart or i missed my children so much i remained paralyzed on the sofa binge watching "girlfriend’s guide to divorce” and eating pirate booty until the roof of my mouth was shredded or even last week when i couldn’t remember where i parked after a lunch date and looked for my car (with my date) for FORTY-FIVE minutes in unbelievable heat only to find it right in front of the restaurant (i know - it’s amazing - i did NOT hear from him again!) … on all of those days, and every other, i knew my father loved me. that’s no small thing.
Read Morepompadour
i moved to amsterdam in august, but you wouldn’t have known it was summer because of all the rain. there is the general misting present most days that you can still walk around in and then there are the serious downpours where you need to go inside. one of my earliest rain-evading discoveries was the chocolate shop, pompadour. this “gezellig” (dutch word for cozy, but meaning so much more) patisserie was located just around the corner from my apartment. it was almost a holy place for me. the interior is beautiful…rich, intricate, rose-colored wallpaper with warm, carved wooden moldings cut for the town hall of mortsel in 1895 and imported and repurposed, striking light fixtures evoking wild flowers or some kind of nature and inviting little marble cafe tables. there was just about no trouble that couldn’t be soothed away by having a cup of mint tea at pompadour. the tea was served in a large, clear glass of hot water with a couple of fresh mint stalks tucked in, accompanied by a delicious almond cake on the side. and i haven’t even gotten to the gorgeous chocolates and little cakes that looked like works of art.
Read Morepassover moon cake
we were still in amsterdam over passover this year, so we had a belated seder dinner this weekend. seders are a big deal to prepare… there’s all of the components of the seder plate, which depending on where you live, can be difficult to come by. in new york, all of the markets suddenly dedicate at least two aisles to passover related groceries in the week leading up to the holiday. in amsterdam, you would never know passover is happening. i had to roast a drumstick our first year living there because i couldn’t make the butcher understand the lamb shank. also, there is no matzo meal, only matzo crackers. in order to make matzo ball soup, i had to first grind up the crackers myself with a rolling pin. it was like little house on the jewish prairie in my amsterdam apartment. horseradish, also, is not easy to find. for that i would have to go to what we referred to as the "expat black market.” it’s a tiny shop on leidesgracht that caters to homesick american and british expats. the prices are outrageous, but it’s often the only place to get a crucial ingredient… a can of libby’s, libby’s, libby’s pumpkin, for example, is typically about ten euros around thanksgiving! so for a shiksa raising my children jewish (the faith of their father), seders can be a challenge, especially when we were living in the netherlands.
Read Morevalentine's day
valentine’s day is my favorite holiday. i love pink and red. i love lace and flowers and chocolates and hearts. and who can resist a chubby, naked baby with wings shooting love into your heart? but mostly, i love making valentines with my children and thinking about those dearest to us. this year boulder valley school district decided that students could not include sweets with their valentines in order to promote “healthy habits.” TYPICAL boulder! so we had to tape lame pencils onto the cards instead of hershey’s kisses or sweet tarts. i wouldn’t be surprised if lucy comes home with a sack full of kale and yeast ball valentines… but that’s okay because i will have loads of proper chocolate for her at home. HAPPY, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY lovies!
Read Moregingerbread houses
i can’t remember when i started making gingerbread houses… it’s probably an extension of my love of my childhood dollhouse. i do know that making them with my children is one of my favorite christmas traditions. they are messy and sticky and my kitchen gets a thorough dusting of powdered sugar every year, but the extra mopping and wiping is worth it. we eat way too much candy, lick loads of frosting off our fingers (i always tell our recipients not to eat them, just use them as decoration!) and we usually feel a bit sick afterward. some years are more structurally successful than others - more than one house has had to make due with a cardboard wall as a result of a “kitchen earthquake.” the candy roof design has evolved as well. in the early days they were a kaleidoscope of random candies and today there is careful thought put into the layout of licorice squares, lifesavers, gumdrops and mike and ikes. the recipe is the same as the modern one we did last year… just a more traditional pattern.
Read Moreturkeys in the attic
when my grandmother died, my parents packed up all of her dishes, trinkets, costume jewelry, linens, letters and photos and put the boxes up in their attic where they sat for many years. one summer when i was home and my kids were in camp, my mother asked me to go through it all. i call it my “v.c. andrews summer” as i sat up there like a flower in the attic (minus the incestuous sibling relationships and arsenic laced cookies) sorting and organizing and labeling everything for weeks. i was allowed out each evening to join everyone for dinner, but after i dropped the kids at camp each day, i climbed the skinny wooden ladder and crawled through the small opening at the top (bonking my head most days) and continued my work. it was easy to focus because there was no cell reception and it was such a pain in the popper to come down that i just didn’t.
Read Moreraisin-free cranberry sauce
there are few things in this world as disgusting as raisins. they look like droppings, get stuck in your teeth (marring your smile and causing cavities) and are notorious for popping up in all kinds of baked goods (scones, muffins, cookies) that should only have chocolate chips. and unfortunately, because of their size and color, raisins sometimes appear to be chocolate, which is a terrible surprise for the unsuspecting consumer.
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