20 Questions…More Or Less

Just a reminder:  I’ve been nominated for Best Recipe Blog, Best Healthy Cooking Blog and Best Food Photography on a Blog at The Kitchn’s 2013 Homies Awards (along with a lot of other nice blogs). Take a minute and check it out – and vote (for me!) if you’re so inclined. Thanks!

Last summer when I completed a Whole30, I also began to exercise every day.  The “every day” aspect didn’t last long beyond the end of the program, and exercise pretty fell completely by the wayside during the holidays.  Since I’ve been keeping a closer eye on my blood sugar lately, I’ve begun regularly exercising again; because of the weather, that means the treadmill in the basement.  I’ve been walking at least a mile, if not a little more, twice a day during the week, and once a day on the weekend.  It’s been good for me.

Friday, The G Man came over so he could spend the night with Meema and Papa.  He loves playing in the basement – the only place in the house he can throw a ball around – so when I went down for my evening walk on the treadmill, he was right behind me.  After a few minutes of climbing on the futon and the BowFlex, he came over to watch me.

At 3 1/2, he’s entered the “why?” stage of toddlerhood with a vengeance, so I can’t say I was surprised by what followed.

“Meema, what are you doing?”

“I’m going for a walk!” I replied.

“Why are you going for a walk?”

“Because I need the exercise!”

“Why do you need to exercise?”

“Because I’m too fat!”

“What’s ‘too fat’?”

Ah, sweet boy…Meema adores you, you know.

Trick or Treat Has Obviously Become Passe

The fun has been sucked right out of Halloween, all in the name of “safety.”  Kids trick or treat in the middle of the afternoon on the weekend before Halloween, if it falls on a weekday.  Or they trick or treat at the mall – there were kids trick-or-treating in our local grocery store last week, for crying out loud.  Some parents take it even further, if Alton Brown was to be believed on Good Morning, America today, and don’t let their kids trick or treat at all – they have a party and call it good.

I’m certainly not in favor of letting kids eat twelve tons of refined sugar, given a boost by carcinogenic artificial food colors, but this is Halloween, for crying out loud – is it so wrong to let your kids trick or treat (chaperoned by an adult, of course) on the evening of the actual holiday?  I’ll be 50 years old in December, and neither I nor anyone I’ve ever met has ever received an apple with a razor blade in it, or been carried off by a psychopath.  In fact, with the single exception of a child who was poisoned by his own parent for the insurance money (and that happened many, many years ago), I’ve never heard of any of the bad things that people seem so frightened of ever happening while trick-or-treating.

At any rate, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that Halloween, the scariest of all holidays, has been robbed of it’s bite, so to speak.  We haven’t had a child young enough to actually go trick-or-treating in many years and stopped giving out candy when we changed our diet two years ago.  But now there’s The G Man and his mom, who is VERY big on childhood traditions (and good for her!).  She, too, mourns the passing of the time honored tradition of trick-or-treating the evening of Halloween, so when she couldn’t find a neighborhood within driving distance that actually did it, she at least found one where they did it in the evening between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m., even if it was the Saturday before.

We didn’t go – both of us are working on big projects, Beloved for the business and me on a personal one – but here is a pic of our little trick-or-treater, who stopped by Meema and Poppa’s house before embarking on his sugar-laden yearly tradition:

G Man and the Neverland Pirates
G Man and the Neverland Pirates

Yup – that would be our little rough-and-tumble bundle of joy dressed up as Jake from the Disney Jr. show, Jake and the Neverland Pirates.  (If you haven’t seen it, you don’t know WHAT you’re missing.)

With the exception of the time Meema made a gargantuan mistake and bought G a ring pop while we were out running errands one Saturday morning (you wouldn’t believe a kid could bounce off the sides of a moving vehicle while strapped in a car seat, but he managed it), we simply don’t give him crap.  We really don’t have to, because he loves things like fruit, cheese and nuts, so that’s what he gets as “treats” at our house.  Now, having said that, we did give him a handful of gold foil-wrapped chocolate coins when he stopped by to show off his costume, for what is a pirate without gold doubloons?

At any rate, we wish we’d gone with them, for Jolly told us that The G Man had a bit of trouble with the whole “trick or treat” concept.  Perhaps he simply thinks it’s rude, because instead of running up to houses and shouting, “Trick or Treat!” he held out his bag and politely said, “Please, may I have some candy?  Thank you!”

I’m buying him an ascot for Christmas.

For more Halloween Show and Tell posts, run over and visit Gretchen and the Spin Cycle at Second Blooming.  She may not have candy, but I hear she makes a wicked martini.

RTT: Fame, Food and Anarchy

Random Tuesday Thoughts

Oh, look…I’ve got some Random today.

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I was pleasantly surprised last week when I received an email from someone at Huffington Post – not my favorite publication by any means, but when they tell me they’re doing a feature on recipes using apple cider in the Taste section and would like to make my Autumn Beef Stew part of the article, I think I can find it in me to like them just a little bit more than is normal.

The recipe is #19 in the list, but if you check the little box at the lower left-hand corner of the slideshow next to “sort by ranking” you’ll see it’s #1.

W00t.

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We have The G Man all week, and we’re both a wee bit frustrated with each other when it comes to breakfast.  And lunch.  And dinner.  He’s frustrated because he can’t have peanut butter and jelly and chocolate milk for every meal, and I’m frustrated because he wants peanut butter and jelly and chocolate milk for every meal.

I can get him to eat part of a scrambled egg if I sneak it into a grilled cheese sandwich (he is surprisingly accepting of my choice of sprouted oat bread), but generally will only eat half of it.  So this morning I only made half a sandwich…of which he ate half.

We won’t even go into the fiasco of the Swedish meatball and broccoli dinner last night.

One of us is going to persevere, ahem, and I can only hope he will still love his Meema when Mommy comes back from her cruise on Sunday.

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He’s an amusing and surprisingly adroit little bugger, though.  One day when Jolly picked him up from the sitter, he had scribbled all over his arm with a marker.

“What’s on your arm?” she asked.

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“My fingers, Mommy.”

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Since yesterday was a holiday here in the states, The Young One had the day off from school…but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have a thing or three to say about it.

“Columbus Day?  That’s stupid – Columbus didn’t discover America, the Vikings did!”  (Yes, we too shall conveniently ignore the Native Americans for the time being.)

“So, what – you want ‘Erik the Red Day’ instead?”

He shrugged.  “Works for me.”

This coming from a kid whose friends have formed an Anarchists Club at school – if you show up for a meeting, you’re kicked out.

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Okay, I’m done.  Go forth, visit Stacy and behold more Random Tuesday Thoughts.

And We’re Off!

Like a herd of turtles. 😛

No recipe today; we are running around getting everyone fed and packed for our three-night stay in Hocking Hills.  We will have limited internet access at our cabin, so I’ll be back tomorrow with a very tasty appetizer for you.

In the meantime, here’s a photo of Beloved, The G Man and…a camel.

Have a great Monday, y’all.

Camel Ride
Camel Ride