Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Being Georgia’s Mom is Awesome


Often I hear people saying they can hardly wait for school to start so they can be rid of their kids. Sometimes it is said in a joking way, but more often than not it is accompanied by an exasperated tone. People also like to say things like “oh just wait until the terrible twos!” or “yea, well, she isn’t a teen-ager.” Those comments are usually in response to their asking me how I like motherhood. When I say Georgia is awesome and I love every minute of it, they feel the need to chime in with some negative comment.

The negativity about kids really isn’t something to which I can relate. I have never for a second felt like taking care of Georgia is something I am trying to survive or wondered why I got a degree if all I am going to do is read the same book over and over again. If Georgia wants to read the same book 40 times in a row, I’m glad to oblige. If she wants to run around the house screaming at the top of her lungs for fun, I’m in.

My job is make life fun and interesting to Georgia, to set firm limits to keep her safe, but give her lots of room to learn and explore. As long as I am paying attention and making sure Georgia’s needs are met – usually in terms of food or sleep – she is happy, hilarious, sweet and delightful company.

Certainly there are the WTF?! moments, but  they stem more from my lack of understanding of how Georgia feels at that particular moment or a certain developmental milestone that comes with side effects. That is a shortcoming on my part, not hers, and once I realize what is happening and adjust accordingly, it is happy days again.

For example, usually Georgia does not like meat. Protein comes from milk, almond butter, beans and quinoa. Every once in a while, Georgia eats shocking amounts of meat, has a really cranky day and then wakes up taller. This week, I am pretty sure she is growing. She scampered into the kitchen shouting “meeeeeaaaaat!” and ate a ton of buffalo meat. The next day she had chicken fried rice and the day after that a spicy deer stew on saffron couscous.

I expect Georgia to be taller any day now. She will stop eating meat and I probably will be all confused about why she inhaled the deer stew yesterday but won't it eat today and will only eat fruit. If I get frustrated, that is my fault and I need to realize her need for protein is less and her body craves the fuel provided by fruit. Georgia is just listening to her body -- something us grown ups should probably do a bit more often.

On to the stew recipe: The deer stew was based on the Spicy Lamb Stew with Apricots and Cardamom from the “Bon Appetit Cookbook.” I had a deer roast in the freezer, opted for prunes instead of apricots and cut back on the cayenne.

The recipe suggested serving it with saffron-cardamom rice, but I made couscous instead, since it takes less time. I cooked the couscous with a pinch of saffron, but you could leave it out, and mixed the finished grain with dried cherries and sliced almonds. 

Spicy Deer Stew

½ tsp ground cardamom
¼ tsp ground cinnamon
sprinkle of cayenne
½ tsp ground coriander
½ tsp ground ginger (2 tsp of fresh ginger would have been better and added once the meat was browned, but I was out of fresh)
a few grinds of black pepper
2 lbs of deer roast cut into pieces (recipe says 3 ½ lbs lamb shoulder cut up)
2 tbsp oil
finely chopped shallot
1 ½ c stock – water, vegetable, beef, chicken – your choice
1 to 2 tbsp tomato paste

10 pitted prunes, quartered
drizzling of cherry vinegar (can substitute balsamic or red wine vinegar)

Mix spices in a large bowl, add lamb and toss to coat. Heat oil in a heavy pot, add shallot and sauté. Add lamb sprinkle with salt if you wish and sauté until brown. You may need to cook the meat in batches so it browns and does not steam. Add the water or stock starting with 1 cup and adding more to surrounding the meat without completely covering it. Add the tomato paste and stir to combine. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, cover and simmer until meat is tender. It takes about an hour.

Add prunes and drizzle with cherry vinegar and simmer uncovered until liquid is slightly thickened and reduced, about 10 minutes.

Serve on top of couscous.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Baking Is So Much More Fun!


Here is the thing: I don’t actually like to cook. Bake – sure. I LOVE to bake. What I hate about cooking is the day-to-day meal planning and find that I am just not the kind of girl who can whip something up in a flash.  One of my most profoundly held beliefs is almost all 30-minutes meals suck.

Don’t get me wrong. I love to plan elaborate meals that take hours or even days to make. Jacques Pepin’s Stuffed Salmon Wrapped in Flakey Crust and decorated to look like an actual fish – I’ve done that. It was gorgeous and delicious. Duck confit with wild mushroom risotto (confit homemade, of course!) – mmmmm. Heck, I've even carved a mellon into a swan and filled it with fruit salad. 

Also vegetables. I know I need to eat more of them, but really I like carbs. I could eat beans and tortillas in varying forms every single day (tacos, enchiladas, chilaquiles, tostadas, etc) and generally do and at almost every meal. I never get sick of beans – black, pinto, white, kidney, black-eyed peas. Sure, I mix in some vegetables. It isn’t that I dislike vegetables, but I just like other things SO MUCH MORE.

Now I have to come up with different dishes for most meals, so Georgia can try a variety of things. I kind of hate it and the entire premise of my feeding Georgia and this stinking blog is giving me heart palpitations. I fear I am passing on my carb obsession – if the kid doesn’t see me eat vegetables, why should she? They learn by example, no?

Plus, Georgia is in the midst of some sort of hunger strike/picky, picky, picky period. She will always eat almond butter and sardines, but every other past favorite is only consumed on a whim and with no rhyme or reason. Another thing she always will eat – baked goods, of course.

Luckily, I bake at least weekly and usually try to mix in a fruit or vegetable. I know. Sweet potatoes baked into a biscuit don’t really count as a vegetable serving. The homemade pear prune compote whizzed up and baked into cornmeal quick bread merely flirts with the healthy category. Yet I maintain that the fig puree I had in the freezer and baked into the middle of homemade whole grain dough is without a doubt a toddler-worthy snack full of vitamins, whole grains and fiber. Plus it was delicious.

The recipe is based on the Buttery Dried Fruit Bars from “Eat Well” by Williams-Sonoma and the figs in a Smitten Kitchen recipe. This is surprisingly easy and shockingly delicious. Georgia knew where the tin foil-wrapped leftovers were kept and would run into the kitchen, pointing and saying “More?! More?!”

Fig Bars Recipe


For the fig paste:
1 c dried figs
(You could also add some dates or dried cranberries or cherries, too)
Splash of Brandy
¼ c orange juice or water
bit of orange or lemon zest, optional

Bring the figs, brandy, water (or OJ) and zest to a boil in a small sauce pan, lower heat and simmer until figs are tender. Whiz up in a food processor when cool.



For the dough:
½ c butter, room temperature
scant ½ c brown sugar
1 large egg
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 ¼ c all-purpose flour
½ c wheat flour
1 tsp baking powder
¼ tsp salt

In a mixer, beat sugar and butter together until smooth. Add egg and vanilla then beat until combined.

In a separate bowl, combine dry ingredients (flours, baking powder, salt) and stir to mix together. Add to the butter/sugar mixture and mix until a dough forms. Divide dough into two, wrap and refrigerate for one hour.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Butter an 8-inch square baking pan (I used a metal cake pan).

On a floured surface, roll out one portion of the dough to ¼-inch thick. Trim to an 8-inch square and fit into the bottom of the pan. Spread the fig paste evenly over the dough. Roll out and trim other half of dough and place over top of figs, pressing into place. If the dough tears, don’t worry. Just mash it into place and try to seal up the cracks by pressing the dough back together. This will be the bottom of your bars, so it is OK if it is a little ugly.

Bake until golden brown, about 20 to 25 minutes. Run a knife around the edge of the pan and then let cool completely in the pan. Turn out onto a cutting board and slice into bars.

This keeps well for several days at room temperature.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Life Gets in the Way, Failure & Goats


I have fallen off the blog wagon, because in the last month:
  •      My beloved dog has been diagnosed with an enlarged heart and is on his way to heart failure. The vet added a seventh medication to the mix of the pills he gets, doled out in varying combinations six times a day.
  •       My elderly and magical cat has had an ear infection for months and months and months that could not be cured with every antibiotic you could throw at it. So the regular vet sent him to a specialist, who scanned his head, discovered both ears were filled with a freaky infection (a different one in each ear), so she punctured his ear drums and power-washed the inside of his skull. Yes, they actually do that. I saw the video.
  •      My husband is back to his heavy travel schedule, so I am single-parenting it most of the time. I seriously don’t know how single parents do it – hats off to you guys, because having no help trying to raise a nice person, keep them fed and in clean(ish) laundry is a lot of freaking work.
  •     Georgia turned one and that required some sort of merry making, as well as transitioning her away from formula to milk. Despite devouring every sort of dairy product in her path before one year, she suddenly developed a problem with dairy and it took some doing to figure out what was happening.

The point, when I started Cooking with Georgia, wasn’t just to document success, but also talk about things going awry. However, I was too busy trying to sort out what was up with Georgia (plus all the other stuff in the list above) to chronicle it in writing. This is my attempt to summarize the milk experience and our journey to the solution.

Georgia initially was horrified by straight milk. She would spit it out and stick her tongue out of her mouth as if she couldn’t possibly put it back in her head with that terrible taste on it. I can so relate to that feeling. So I started giving a combo of formula and milk, first more formula than milk and then the other way around.

We got to several ounces of plain old milk a couple of times a day and then the fun began. My happy, happy girl was grumpy. She cried. She had some gas. She got constipated. Her appetite was diminished. Her nose was snotty.

While it may seem obvious, milk wasn’t the clear-cut culprit. She has been on a milk-based formula since the beginning. She loves yogurt and cheese. She could eat an entire container of yogurt in one sitting and not have one bad side effect.

It is cold and flu season, so the runny nose could be a cold and we had just been at the baby vet, surrounded by sickly children.

One-year-olds usually have a reduced appetite, because the major growing they did in the first year drops off and toddlers will eat what they need to survive and thrive if you let them decide how much to consume.

Georgia got four teeth all at once, which would make the best of us cranky and go off our feed.

All the books and reputable web sites I consulted say that some gas and constipation is not unusual with any big dietary change.

So I kept an eye on her and things weren’t getting much better after about a week. The crankiness and gas got worse, so I spent a ton of time reading about lactose issues. All of the unpleasantries listed above are indicative of a milk issue, so I decided to find a substitute and see if lactose was our enemy.

I am not entirely sure if the milk problem was because I was using an organic pasteurized but non-homogenized milk and that was making it hard for Georgia to digest. Perhaps it is because she is biracial and African Americans often have lactose issues, because they lack the enzyme necessary to digest dairy.

Because Georgia has tolerated all sorts of milk and dairy products in the past, I am not convinced the problem is a hereditary/evolutionary one and at some point in the future will try to reintroduce other forms of dairy and a homogenized version of milk, but not any time soon.

I have done a ton of research on milk and my conclusion is all the criticism of it is a result of what we do to the milk in our far-from-the-farm/extreme fear of rancid dairy culture. In fact, I am a huge fan of raw milk and prefer it for myself, but not for Georgia. It doesn’t have a long shelf life and there is certainly a greater danger of it going awry, since it has to be transported and to sit about in the store. If we could get it straight from the cow, I’d feel better about it. Pittsburgh allows chickens in the city limits, but probably not cows. Hmmmm….

Soy milk is just bad news. Highly processed soy, which the milk is, in the quantities kids are supposed to consume milk can have estrogen effects on the body. There are links to cancer and processed soy consumption. It can affect the thyroid and there just isn’t a ton of nutritional value in soy milk.

Almond milk really is not an adequate nutritional substitute and unless you get the sugary kind, I think it tastes gross and so does Georgia.

The answer is goat’s milk. This version is ultra-pasteurized and is supposed to be easy to digest. Georgia LOVES it and we didn’t even have to mix it in with formula. She gobbles it up with every meal and we’re almost done with formula entirely. Her stomach is better, she is back to being the happy girl she always has been. A bit of probiotics thrown into one serving of milk once a day sorts out any sort of constipation issues associated with this dietary change.

Whew!

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Kids Not Cows


One of the things that really resonated with me in “Bringing Up Bebe” is French children don’t snack all day. The grazing like cattle habit that is so prevalent in American child-raising simply does not happen. The children eat three meals a day plus an afternoon snack. The end.

I am diligent about not letting Georgia consume calories any where but at table. She generally eats a good bit of whatever is offered, downs an appropriate amount of formula and will often supplement that with some water. She doesn’t drink juice and she doesn’t drag a cup around with her, sipping all day long.

In fact, we don’t do sippy cups. The ones that make it hard to get liquid out (and the kind parents prefer, because they don’t make such a mess), just make Georgia frustrated. The kind that flows easily she also rejects, but she does like watching the liquid stream out onto the floor. Georgia loves doing big girl things and wants to drink water out of the same glasses we use. Her favorite is a fancy juice glass that makes her eyes light up when placed on her tray.

Since Georgia only drinks during meal times, not using sippy cups is not a problem. If she spills her water, we all get wet, especially the dog who eternally loiters under the highchair in hopes of dropped food.  No big deal – we’ll dry. She gets formula out of a bottle so I can monitor her nutritional intake. Everyone is happy and we aren’t in a power struggle over cups, especially since she will have to give up sippy cups sooner rather than later.

Georgia also does not eat between meals. She does eat five times a day and at some point, I hope to whittle that down to three main meals and an afternoon snack. There will be no grazing in the car and when we buy treats, whatever Georgia picks will be reserved for her snack time and not consumed right then and there. She will learn to wait.

While my method works perfectly when I am Georgia’s primary playmate, I live in anxious anticipation of what will happen to our lovely diet and schedule when she starts making friends and going to various kid activities I’d like her to join, because they all involve snack time. No matter what the activity or what time of day, snacks are involved.

The trend of replacing healthy meals with empty calories is well documented and as kids fill up on what are usually empty calories, they eat less at table where (in theory) healthier options are offered. This is all fairly recent.

As recently as the 1970s, kids used to get three square meals a day plus an after-school snack. The end. The French people still do that and guess what? Their obesity rate is lower and their overall health is better. Children in the US are eating nearly 600 calories a day in snacks and children aged two to six are consuming the most snacks and childhood obesity rates and chronic illness are all too common at younger and younger ages.

I am going to have to find a way to balance Georgia’s fun and time with friends with our philosophy of food and eating. I know I will have a short window where we can just leave without snacks, but eventually Georgia will want to stay. If an activity ends close to lunchtime, we will have an early lunch with food we bring.

As Georgia gets older, I rather live in horror of the challenges we will face in our snack-obsessed American society when I am trying to emphasize fresh, delicious, healthy foods and Georgia doesn’t suck down juice boxes, those weird plastic pouches of smoothies and gobble Cheerios at all hours of the day.

Would it be possible to teach her to use self control and politely decline?

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

She Eats What We Eat


This is my parenting philosophy in a nutshell:
Georgia will be a baby for a short time and that is the only time in one’s life where everything can and should be about you. So it is all about her. As Georgia gets older, she will be expected to do things she doesn’t want to do, participate in things she does not like and be around people who annoy her. My job is to expose her to everything pleasant now, so her association with the world is happy and good, which I hope will then imprint on her personality and she will view the world and the people in it as happy and good.

That is not to say that our house is covered in plastic toys or Georgia will never be given boundaries or discipline. Quite the opposite, actually, but right now day-to-day life revolves around her schedule and needs/preferences to the extent possible.

This idea and our resulting choices apparently are very controversial and I have been given quite a lot of guff about it from all sorts of people. Here is a little insight into our thinking and the process – not that I have to explain myself, because she’s my kid and it’s my choice.

Since this blog is more or less about food, I will focus on our choice not to take Georgia to restaurants until she is old enough to behave nicely and not make the experience unpleasant for us and other innocent diners who are out for a nice meal.

When she was three months old, we declined to drag Georgia along to a fancy restaurant, garnering a very huffy “Well! THAT CHILD is three months old! She should be able to go to a restaurant!” As anyone who knows me, them’s fightin’ words and I will not be bullied into doing anything – especially something that violates what I think is right.

First of all, she hated her infant car seat (you know the kind that pops out of the car base and you carry around like an Easter basket) and screamed like a banshee for as long as she was strapped in it. So we didn’t go on long outings. Second of all, she did not want to go to a fancy restaurant. She wanted to sleep in her bed, be held and hear stories and music. The end. Three-month-old babies don’t have a wide variety of interests.

When Georgia began eating food and expressed interest in what we ate – around eight months or so – we took her to a family-friendly, local restaurant during off hours. We wanted the place to be largely empty in case she pitched a fit . We ordered upon sitting down so the process would be quick and we were poised to get to-go boxes if things went awry. I am happy to report, Georgia had a marvelous time, ate fish and some vegetables and we had about 30 minutes before her attention span waned and she was ready to go. Given her age, 30 minutes was an eternity and we were able to finish our meals and head home for naptime without incident.

Another choice I made was to totally ignore American eating guidelines of introducing a new food every three days in case the kid gets a rash. Those rashes rarely harm the child or even feel uncomfortable. While it may take a little research and thought to try to pinpoint the offending food and eliminate it for a time, it isn’t that big of a deal. There is a small window to offer new foods before the kid gets persnickety – not the technical term, but definitely a developmental stage. I want Georgia to eat as many different things as possible and be exposed to many tastes and textures, so when she emerges from that persnickety stage, she will have a greater chance of eating a variety of foods. At least that is what the research says.

Georgia has been eating what we eat for months now. It is healthier for us, because I cut out salt and include lots of vegetables, something that wasn’t always the case when feeding just myself.

At 10-months old, we have ventured out more with Georgia. The offending car seat is too small and a thing of the past and Georgia can sit comfortably in those little restaurant high chairs.

Recently we went out of town for a little break and Georgia was so easy, because she was so happy. She approached everyone she encountered with a wave and a smile, making friends in a city that is not known for its friendliness. Because she eats what we eat, feeding her was a breeze.

We had scones and fresh fruit for breakfast. Georgia ate my Cornish hen and roasted root vegetables by the fistful for supper. We went to a French restaurant, where she ate salmon, vegetables and escargot. She shoveled in the little bits of garlicy snail, wiggled happily in her seat and said “mmmm! Mmmm!” She drank water out of a wine glass with my help. It was brilliant. At one point, our waiter came over and proclaimed us “the coolest parents I have ever met,” partly because our little daughter was so delightful and friendly to everyone and partly because we declined the kid menu and fed her off our plates. He said there are so many children who come in and eat the most atrocious things and he could not believe the variety of things that a child of Georgia’s age happily ate.

I don’t make these choices for anyone but Georgia, but it was gratifying to have someone appreciate and positively comment on Georgia’s disposition and her adventurous eating habits.

It is too soon to declare victory on my choices. It is impossible to tell whether this behavior is all Georgia or if it stems from our parenting choices, but I like to think that it is a partnership and we have helped her become this happy, adventurous little person with pizzazz. 

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Where is the Outrage?


The country is awash in people pouring out their sadness over the violent murder of 20 innocent children in Connecticut yesterday. Facebook posts overwhelmingly express grief and sadness and, while I agree that this is so sad that if I think too long about it I will cry until I vomit, where is the outrage?

Why aren’t people furious that we live in a country where it is easy to get guns? Where semiautomatic weapons are easily obtainable. Where mental health services are hard to obtain. Where Congress is so frightened of the National Rifle Association that lawmakers in this election year didn’t even mumble “gun control” after some nutter shot up a movie theater in Colorado. That even after this wretched event in Connecticut, there will be garbled mutterings about “doing something” but how much do you want to bet not a damned thing happens to keep guns out of the hands of murders?

I, for one, am really pissed off.

We live in an increasingly violent society with a culture steeped in blood and gore. The top television shows over the past decade include various forms of “Law and Order” and “CSI,” “The Sopranos” and “Dexter.”

The typical American child will view more than 200,000 acts of violence, including more than 16,000 murders before age 18. Television programs display 812 violent acts per hour; children's programming, particularly cartoons, displays up to 20 violent acts hourly.

Video games. Don’t even get me started.

While violence in the media is another topic entirely, do not think for one New York minute that seeing all that violence does not have a tremendous effect on children. It does and that has been proven time and again.

The FBI estimates that there are more than 200 million privately-owned firearms in the US. If you add those owned by the military, law enforcement agencies and museums, there is probably about 1 gun per person in the country.

For most United States citizens, purchasing a handgun is as simple as going to your local gun store, choosing a gun, showing photo I.D., filling out the background check form, and then paying for the gun upon approval from the National Instant Criminal Background Check System, which is usually instantaneous but could take three days.

The bottom line is there are a hell of a lot of guns out there and it is pretty easy to get one.

For the record, I am not the sort of liberal who quakes at the thought of shooting someone down. If someone shot and killed Georgia, I would kill them with my bare hands. If they shot themselves, I would want to find a way to bring them back to life so I could kill them with my bare hands. We don’t have a gun in the house, not because I would have a problem using it on someone who came into my house uninvited, but because I fear I would blow my husband’s head off some night when he came in late and I was bleary from sleep and fright.

If I ever did decide to get a gun, I think I should have to take some kind of test to prove that I could shoot it safely and clean it properly. People aren’t supposed to drive cars without proving that they can motor about the streets without harming anyone else, so why on Earth should someone be able to buy something as potentially deadly as a gun without proving they can wield it safely?

I would expect to get a thorough background check from the FBI, any state I had ever lived in and undergo a mental evaluation to make sure I’m not stark raving mad.

But no. Fill out an application and presto – you get a gun. If you turn up at a gun show, you can pretty much avoid “all that red tape” (italics and quotes to indicate extreme sarcasm) and go home with a trunk full of firearms.

Gun advocates are just full of reasons why this is a good idea. Let’s address a few of the “myths” – I will be nice and call them myths and not lies or rationalizations of idiots and crazy people.

  •          Guns don’t kill people. People do. What genius came up with that slogan? PEOPLE with guns kill people, ass hole. And guess who makes it easier for PEOPLE to get guns? The NRA and Congress. Yes, someone could walk into a public place with a knife and start slashing, but they aren’t going to get very far with that. But those semiautomatic weapons that gun-advocates so prize, can mow down dozens of people in a few seconds.
  •         The second amendment that allows us to take up arms against the government is one of our most precious rights. Does anyone SERIOUSLY in this day and age think that a bunch of maniacs armed to the teeth are going to take down the United States government? If you do, you’re an idiot. That ship sailed so many years ago I can’t even pinpoint when that became utterly impossible. Suffice it to say, that ain’t going to happen. Get over it. It is high time the second amendment be reevaluated for modern reality.
  •        If only EVERYONE had a gun, they could shoot the shooter. You know, that is just so stupid that I don’t even know where to begin. In the most violent “civilized” country in the world (that would be the U.S. in case you are confused), arming more people is just going to result in more people getting shot. And not the bad guys. Innocent people. It is well documented that countries with fewer guns have less gun violence. So just shut up about that. It’s stupid and you’re wrong.
  •         The founding fathers WANTED us to have guns. I am so damned sick of the right wrapping themselves in the founding fathers, I want to scream. There is no way that the people who wrote the U.S. Constitution envisioned this world we live in. And I am going to go out on a limb and say that I bet they would be really annoyed that pedantic freaks use them to justify bad ideas.

Speaking of the founding fathers, does anyone think that they sat around weeping into their lace collars about how mean the British were for that taxation without representation thing? Hell no. They were mad. They threw some tea into the harbor. They took up arms and fought for the right to be independent. While I am not advocating war, I am merely saying that if they were merely “saddened” by the state of affairs, nothing would have changed.

The civil rights movement – yes, Martin Luther King Jr. advocated non-violence (good man), but do you think he decided to fight for the rights of black people because he was “disappointed” or saddened. Hell no. He was outraged and disgusted. He organized and through non-violent actions, he changed the world. He and the thousands of people who took part in the civil rights movement were warriors.

So to all my liberal friends who are weeping into their fancy coffee drinks about this sad state affairs, stop wringing your hands and get angry. We out number the gun-clinging fools and we need to stand up, express that outrage and demand that Congress and our state lawmakers make it hard for someone to get a gun and kill a bunch more kindergarteners.

Anyone who argues otherwise simply chooses to protect guns over protecting children. And if you’re in that camp, you’re an asshole.



Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Waste Not, Want Not and All That


Anyone feeding a kid, especially a baby trying new things, is probably going to waste a lot of food. “Beets? Are you kidding me! NOOOOOOOO!” Then the batch of beet puree or beet/blueberry puree (because you thought hiding the putrid beet taste amid plump, juicy blueberry yumminess would make beets palatable) is without a taker. I hate beets, so what did I expect? Blueberries seriously didn’t help.

Thanks to my much beloved “Good to the Grain” cookbook, the beet pancakes I made with the leftover puree were amazing. I hate beets. I hate pancakes. Beet pancakes were amazing. Go figure.

Or you have a food snob – can I amend my wish upon a star to “not so food snobby that she won’t eat leftovers or something that has been frozen?” I fear one does not get do-overs in the wish department. So that mango/carrot/apple puree, which was devoured right out of the food processor and eaten only one more time was rejected by Miss Picky Pants once it was frozen and thawed. That made lovely smoothies with plain yogurt.

I was raised by my grandmother, who grew up in the Great Depression, and wasting ANYTHING, let alone food, is immoral. Her influence greatly informs my everyday choices. I turn the light out every single time I leave the room. I save rubber bands. I save the pages from the page-a-day Basset Hound calendar to make grocery lists on the back. The thermostat is low – we wear sweaters.

Don’t get me wrong. I throw out food. Sometimes I wait days and days until whatever in the refrigerator looks spotty is, in fact, covered in some kind of slimy, fuzzy substance so I may throw it away without guilt. But who am I kidding? The ideal is to use that food and not throw it away.

Americans waste mountains of food every year. In fact, we toss 40 percent of the food supply, which amounts to a whapping $165 billion, or for the average family of four, that means $2,275 of food each year is tossed into the trash, according to a study released this past summer by the Natural Resources Defense Council's (NRDC) food and agriculture program.

Recently, NPR did a series on food waste in restaurants. All that food, which is the largest component of solid waste, according to the NRDC, goes into landfills, and makes methane. Surely I don’t need to go into what methane does to the environment, do I? Unsold fruits and vegetables in grocery stores account for a big part of the wasted food.

So what can we do? Bake bread!

I made spinach-zucchini puree and Georgia refused to eat it. The recipe looked lovely. I tried it. It was rather gross, so I couldn’t blame her. That sent me to my rather disturbingly large collection of cookbooks to find a good recipe for zucchini bread, figuring zucchini/zucchini-spinach – same(ish) thing.

Once again “Good to the Grain” came through with what looked like a great recipe for my processor bowl of rejects. I cut back on the sugar on the hope that Georgia would eat the bread and made some tweaks since I never have everything a recipe calls for just sitting about in the kitchen. If you have wheat germ, use ¼ c of that instead of the whole wheat flour in the recipe below. If you aren’t avoiding sugar, you can use the ½ c called for, although I swear it is not necessary.

The result was pretty dang good. The bread was slightly sweet, hearty and was the color of money. Not necessarily the most appetizing color, but not terribly off-putting either. Georgia gobbled it up. Drew inhaled it. I liked it, too. Several of my friends have asked for it via Facebook. Here it is:

Spinach Zucchini Bread

1 stick unsalted butter, melted
¾ c spinach zucchini puree (or use ½ lb grated zucchini)
½ c plain yogurt
2 eggs
1 c all-purpose flour
1 c multigrain flour mix* (or use whole wheat flour, all purpose or ½ c of each)
¼ whole wheat flour
¼ c sugar
1 ½ tsp baking powder
½ tsp baking soda
½ tsp kosher salt

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly butter a standard load pan.

Combine the melted butter, spinach puree, yogurt and eggs and whisk thoroughly.

Sift the dry ingredients into a large mixing bowl, pouring back any bits left in the sifter. Add wet ingredients to dry and stir, gently folding until just combined. Pour the batter into the prepared pan and smooth the top.

Bake for 60 to 70 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. The bread should be dark golden brown and spring back when touched. Remove the cake from the oven and let cool in the pan for 10 minutes and then invert onto a cooling rack.

Wrapped tightly, the bread should keep for three days.

*The multigrain flour mix that Boyce alls for in “Good to the Grain” is
1 c whole wheat flour
1 c oat flour
1 c barley flour
½ c millet flour
½ c rye flour

If you don’t have the burning desire to bake with various flours like I do, or you think “are you kidding me, when will I ever use millet flour again?” mix whatever combination of these that you feel you might use again. Or just use whole wheat flour. You could use all-purpose flour, but I think the rustic element that whole wheat adds really helps out in a bread that has vegetables or fruit as an ingredient.