FAST FOOD A LA GOOD EATER: ASIAN WRAPS

As I noted in yesterday’s post, it’s a busy time for me right now, and during these times, even a homebody must have a few tricks up her sleeve, so to speak, so that she can prepare quick, tasty, yet nutritious meals. As a rule, my husband, Clif, and I eat out once a week at some local restaurant where the food is fresh but can still only be considered a treat. (I also slide in a solo lunch trip to The Flaky Tart once a week.) Often we go to The Red Barn in Augusta or to Bolley’s Famous Franks, also in Augusta. Both places feature delicious fried seafood, just perfect for our weekly treat.

The other six days, I cook dinner, and because I am a homebody, I usually have time to make meals that require lots of chopping and simmering. But not right now. So for the next week or so, the emphasis will be on fast food at home, but homemade rather than overly processed.

One of my absolute favorite quick meals—so good that I could happily eat it once a week—is something I’ve dubbed Asian wraps. In brief, here is what I do. I cook 1 cup of rice as directed on the package. Since I use organic white basmati, this only takes 10 minutes or so. I know that brown rice is better for me, but I can’t help it—I like white basmati better. While the rice is cooking, I steam about 1 cup of broccoli and grate one carrot. I grind some peanuts. There is a bit of a cheat with this dish as I use packaged tortillas and a ginger soy sauce from Trader Joe’s to finish it off. Dedicated cooks could make their own tortillas as well as a ginger soy sauce, but then the meal wouldn’t be quite as quick, and that is today’s emphasis.

Despite the store-bought tortillas and the bottled sauce, this is a tasty, nutritious meal that can be made oh so quickly. I hardly need to add that many other vegetables and even meat could be added to this wrap, and when they are in season, we use veggies that we either grow or get from Farmer Kev. Sugar snaps are especially good and so is sautéd zucchini. A chopped fried egg would be a nice addition as would sautéd peppers or onions. Whatever suits your fancy.

Recently we had those wraps, and I photographed the assembly process as Clif made a wrap. Note: The corn in the photos was used as a side, but the corn could have easily been added with the other vegetables.

 

Everything in place

 

First comes the rice

 

Then broccoli and shredded carrots

 

A garnish of chopped peanuts

 

A touch of sauce

 

It’s a wrap!

 

A full plate for Clif

 

 

LUNCH AT THE FLAKY TART ON A WINTHROP KIND OF DAY

A busy time for me. Spring, with all its attendant chores, is here. With my family’s help, I’m in the process of tweaking Maya and the Book of Everything, a young-adult fantasy novel I recently finished writing. And, Earth Day will soon be here, which for me means organizing a Mostly Maine Potluck Dinner for Winthrop. (Earth Day also, coincidently, happens to be my daughter Shannon’s birthday.)

Still, I did find time to go to The Flaky Tart for lunch yesterday. I go there once a week and spend about $5, which, in my opinion, is money well spent. The Flaky Tart has really jazzed up Winthrop’s main street, which, truth be told, had become a little ragged over the years. (It was much more vibrant when we moved here 28 years ago). A snappy little café can really add heart to a community, and even though our budget is modest, I feel as though The Flaky Tart is worth supporting. I feel the same way about other places in town—Mia Lina’s, Tubby’s, and, when I was eating meat, Pete’s Roast Beef.

Other people must feel the same way as I do because the little café was busy as can be when I was there yesterday. How nice it was to sit at a table by the window, eat a tuna sandwich made with delectable fresh whole wheat bread, and watch the comings and goings. Richard, the library’s director, came in, and we had a chat about all things library.

After lunch, I did some shopping. I went to Foshay-Carlton and bought some birthday gifts for Shannon, and I went to Becky’s Second Time Around and got some “wicked” good deals—$14 for four tops that were in excellent condition. Good thing I brought my knapsack because it was stuffed full when I left.

After a quick trip to the library, I rode by the lake. Above, the sky was a deep blue, and Lake Maranacook was a perfect reflection of this. What a pleasure to ride my bike into town on a spring day, have lunch, and do a little shopping.

You might even call it a Winthrop kind of day.

Still life at The Flaky Tart

 

 

MARCH 30, 2012: BITS AND BOBS FROM THE INTERNET

From Yahoo! Health: In “Eat This, Not That,” David Zinczenko and Matt Goulding highlight processed food that is expensive, high in fat, high in sugar, or all three. I must confess, I didn’t even know that food such as Bagel-fuls, boxed bagels stuffed with cream cheese, existed. I guess I lead a sheltered life.

From the New York Times: The excellent Sam Sifton’s ode to The East Coast Grill and cornbread.

From Epicurious: How to poach an egg. Seems like unnecessary instructions, but as a poached-egg lover, I have learned over the years that those simmering eggs can be a little tricksy.

From the Portland Press Herald: There’s a new donut shop in Portland, and it’s called Holy Donut. I’ll be checking it out, that’s for sure.

From the Bowdoin Daily Sun: A piece about a late-night snack truck. If I lived in the area, I’d be there on cheat day.

FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD TOWARD VEGETARIANISM: DON’T EAT WHAT YOU AREN’T WILLING TO KILL

I love animals and I have for as long as I can remember. Dogs are at the top of my list and so are horses, but not far behind come cats. I also like chickens, goats, pigs, sheep, and cows. Wild animals are a source of beauty and wonder for me, and I even have sympathy for the little creeping creatures that sometimes make their way into my house. Then there are birds, those fluttering beauties who grace the woods, the fields, and, best of all for me, my backyard.

Here’s a funny thing: I am quite claustrophobic, and I hate being squeezed in by people, which means when I go to the movies, I am not comfortable unless I sit in an aisle seat. However, I have no problem being squeezed by the dog and the cats, and often times, when I am reading on the couch, I’ll have a cat in my lap and a dog pressed up against me. Somehow, this feels cozy and comforting.

So, how does someone who loves animals so much eat them? Especially the ones who live miserable lives on factory farms, which are not only bad for the animals but are also bad for the environment? I’ve asked myself this over the years, and I have come to the conclusion that I am a very queasy carnivore who has more than once considered becoming a vegetarian. As a result of this questioning, last year my husband, Clif, and I resolved to eat mostly vegetarian, with meat added once or twice a week for a treat. We would, however, continue to eat some dairy and eggs.

I am happy to report that we stuck to our resolution, and our meat consumption went down tremendously over the year. Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything Vegetarian has been a tremendous help as have my Moosewood cookbooks. In the process, Clif and I discovered what we really already knew: There are so many wonderful vegetarian things to eat, and this variety means we don’t miss meat—at least not too much. But we both like meat—there’s no point in denying this—and we enjoyed our twice-a-week meat indulgences.

However, even this reduced meat consumption still made me queasy, and not long ago, I asked myself the question: What would you be willing to kill to eat?

I started at the bottom with clams, which I have happily dug without one twinge of conscience, and scallops, mussels, and other bivalves fall into the same category. Shrimp are a little higher up, but it would not bother me to catch and eat them. The next level includes crabs, lobsters, and fish, and here things become a little more equivocal. I’ve cooked lobster and have eaten fish that I’ve caught. I don’t enjoy the process, but I can and have done it. What about chicken? No. I’ve seen my father kill them, and I didn’t want any part of the process. Sheep, goats, cows, rabbits? Not unless I was literally starving to death.

After reviewing what I would be willing to kill to eat, I came to the next question: Is it ethical to eat food you wouldn’t be willing to kill yourself? For me, the answer has come to be no. If I’m not willing to kill it, then I shouldn’t eat it, even though I have for many years. My love and sympathy for animals stop me from going too far up the food chain when it comes to killing.

The time had come, I decided, to go to the next level, to only eat and cook what I would be willing to harvest or kill—mostly vegetarian with the occasional fish, bivalve, or crustacean added for variety. I discussed this with Clif, and he was willing to go along with this scheme, albeit not quite as completely as I am. For example, when eating out, Clif might still order a meat dish, but he said he would be perfectly happy to eat this way at home. Fair enough. We all have to make our own decisions.

I want to conclude by noting that even with this new eating regime, I don’t plan on applying for sainthood anytime soon. I still have plenty of gray areas in my life. The cats and dog eat food with meat, and that’s just the way it goes. They are carnivores. I still plan to eat eggs and dairy. The eggs come from Farmer Kev, whose chickens live nice lives, and the dairy is either organic and/or local. And, yes, I realize that to keep the eggs and dairy coming, some killing is often involved, however indirectly. But I just can’t give eggs and dairy up yet.

So onward I go, thinking about food as well as cooking and eating it. Will I ever become a vegan? Only time will tell.

 

 

 

 

SCENES FROM A WEEKEND—MAPLE SYRUP, BIKING, AND LAUNDRY

This past weekend, the freakishly warm weather ended, but it was still warm enough to do the things we wanted—go on a bike ride, hang laundry on the line, and visit Mike’s Maple House, which is about 2 or 3 miles from where we live.

Unfortunately, while we humans might have enjoyed the unusually warm weather, the sugar maples did not, and they are done for the season. Jason Smith, at Mike’s Maple house, told us that they made only 65 gallons of syrup this year. Usually, they make between 150 to 200 gallons, and Smith estimated they were down by 60 percent. Nevertheless they had enough to sell, Clif and I bought some of their delicious syrup as well as some maple sugar candies and some maple cream chocolates. As far as I’m concerned, the more maple, the better.

We had stopped by Mike’s Maple House on the way to our friend Diane’s house for dinner—where we had an utterly delicious meal of sweet potato salad, pumpkin soup, and fish with capers and artichoke hearts. Plus, blueberry cobbler for dessert. (Alas, I didn’t take any pictures. It seems a little too intrusive to take pictures at a dinner party where there are other guests, even if those guests are good friends.)

During the course of the evening, I commented on how much I love Maine food—blueberries, clams, mussels, lobster, maple syrup, potatoes, apples, and fresh vegetables when they are in season. Maine food does not have the reputation that food from other states has. Much of the time it is cooked very simply, and there is a decided lack of sauces and flourishes. However, for me, at least, when Maine food is fresh, it is irresistible, and it is at the top of my list of favorite food.

Here are some pictures from our weekend:

It's a happy time of year when laundry can be hung outside again
The ice is out
The precious substance
Jason Smith overseeing the production

PICTURES FROM A BIKE RIDE

Spring has come very, very fast this year. The ice is nearly gone from the little swamp up the road. Soon there will be peepers. And Maranacook Lake, which last weekend was solid enough for ice fishing, is nearly clear. There is just a cold layer of slush icing up the blue, blue water, and when I ride along the lake, I periodically get blasts of cold that mingle with this freakishly warm weather we’ve been having.

Here are some pictures from yesterday’s bike ride:

The little swamp up the road
Maranacook Lake
Another view of Maranacook
Another view of Maranacook

I wonder what the swamp and lake will look like on my next bike ride.

 

 

 

MARCH 23, 2012: BITS AND BOBS FROM THE INTERNET

From the New York Times: Helene Cooper’s delightful description of a dinner party in Italy, where the weather is warm and everyone eats outside and the meal starts in early evening and ends sometime around midnight. I must admit, a dinner party like this has always been one of my dreams, too. (It wouldn’t have to be in Italy. Somewhere on the Maine coast would be just fine.)

From the Bowdoin Daily Sun: A slideshow about making maple syrup on campus. Unfortunately, because of the freakishly warm weather, it will not be a good year for maple syrup in central and southern Maine. Let’s hope our neighbors in northern Maine and Canada have better luck. Otherwise, we’ll be stuck with Log Cabin. (Just a reminder: March 25th is Maine Maple Sunday.)

From the Portland Press Herald: A piece by Meredith Goad extolling the virtues of maple syrup. Hear, hear! According to Goad, real maple syrup even has antioxidants. Included in the piece are some recipes, and I want to try the two that feature salmon and scallops.

MARK BITTMAN ASKS: IS A CALORIE A CALORIE?

It sounds like a trick question, I know. Is a calorie a calorie? For many years, the conventional wisdom has been yes, that a calorie is simply the energy derived from eating a particular food. An apple might have, say, 80 calories, and a cookie might have 200 calories. Eat three apples and you have the rough equivalent of the cookie.

But lately, scientists and nutritionists have come to a different point of view. That is, not all calories are created equal, and fruit and vegetables, which are high in fiber, are not digested the same way as processed food. As Mark Bittman notes in his piece in the New York Times, “Fiber is special because it’s not digested or digested incompletely. Most of its calories don’t get into the body, which is one reason why fruits and vegetables, which are high in fiber, help with weight loss.” It’s also the reason why people who adhere to a raw food diet remain thin even when they eat the same number of calories as those who eat cooked and processed food.

Bittman’s piece is really a commentary on Why Calories Count, a new book by Marion Nestle and Malden Nesheim, and it’s one I plan on reading sometime soon. Nestle told Bittman “There are dozens of factors involved in weight regulation. It’s hard to lose weight, because the body is set up to defend fat, so you don’t starve to death; the body doesn’t work as well to tell people to stop eating as when to tell them when to start.” (The emphasis is Nestle’s.)

Nestle also said, “If you’re eating a lot of fruits and vegetables, you’re not taking in as many calories as you would if you were eating fast food and sodas.”

Weight Watchers has recently adopted this point of view—albeit with a fair amount of controversy—and in its point system, fruit now has zero points.

In my own Controlled Cheating diet, where I diet for 6 days and “rest” on the 7th, I eat lots of fruit and vegetables on my noncheating days. I figure I easily reach the recommend “5 a day.” And, lucky me, even though I love sweet, sugary food, I also love fruit and vegetables, which means eating them is a pleasure rather than a chore.

So far, I’ve lost nearly 50 pounds. Onward with the fruit and vegetables!

 

 

 

 

A QUOTATION AND A GIFT, FROM SHARON ASTYK AND FARMER KEV, RESPECTIVELY

“If we are going to have better for ourselves, we have to find it in things that are not vulnerable to collapse—in beauty and community, in the pleasure of good work and family, in things that are low-cost, simple and available. We’re going to have to find a new definition of better.”
—Sharon Astyk

I couldn’t agree more, and it seems to me that our whole anniversary weekend exemplifies the above quotation by Sharon Astyk. Accordingly, I’d like to share a picture of another gift we received last weekend—a very snazzy tote bag that Tim—Farmer Kev’s father—gave to me when I went to pick up two dozen eggs.

I’ll be carrying it proudly.

And stay tuned for Farmer Kev T-shirts.

 

OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WEEKEND: 35 YEARS!

For some reason known only to the gods, my husband, Clif, and I decided to get married in mid-March. Now, March in some states might be delightful, but in Maine, mid-March is usually a discouraging mess that brings such weather delights as snow, mud, cold, sleet, and fields that look like shredded wheat. (This last description I borrowed from my dear, late friend Barbara Johnson.) However, this year March has been very different, with weather so warm that most of the snow is gone, and the roads are bare. Yes, there is mud—where there is frozen ground thawing, there is mud—but it almost seems like an afterthought rather than March’s usual big event.

I realize only too well that this abnormally warm weather is probably due to climate change. At the same time, I must admit I enjoy the warmth. All week long, the meteorologists had been promising grand things for the weather for our anniversary weekend, and when Saturday came, we were not disappointed. The day was sunny and warm, and for Clif and me, this could only mean one thing—a bike ride, the first of the season, on March 17th, and the earliest we have ever ridden our bikes.

We went along our usual route along Maranacook Lake, and how odd it seemed to be biking while there was still ice on the water. There were even a few brave (or foolish) souls ice-fishing—complete with little shack— not too far from shore. With the way spring is progressing, the days of ice-fishing will soon be coming to a close, and I expect the ice will be leaving the ponds and lakes early this year.

Clif and I weren’t the only two on our bikes, and there were plenty of walkers as well. Even when the winter is mild, people are sick of it by the end and are ready for the weather to be warm enough so that being outside is pleasant.

We stopped at Mia Lina’s for some of their delicious Lina bread—pizza dough with melted cheese and served with a marinara sauce for dipping. A good way to kick off spring and to celebrate our anniversary.

More culinary delights were waiting for us at home. I had bought scallops. My, they are expensive—$16 a pound. As the man at the fish counter weighed and packaged them for me, I observed philosophically, “It’s cheaper than eating out.”

“It sure is,” he replied. “You can be spend $16 for two on a meal at McDonald’s.”

And it hardly needs to be said that the McDonald’s meals wouldn’t be anywhere near as good as those scallops.

Both Clif and I really like Scalloped Scallops, a recipe I’ve adapted from an old Fannie Farmer cookbook. (Click here to get the recipe.) It’s one of those perfect celebratory dishes—really special but very simple to make, which means the cook gets to enjoy herself, too, in the course of the day. (We also made homemade s’mores ice cream for dessert. Another easy but delicious dish to make.) Over the years, Scalloped Scallops has come to be the centerpiece of our anniversary meals.

More treats were in store for Sunday. Our daughter Shannon and our son-in-law, Mike, live in South Portland, and they invited us over for a meal of roast chicken with the fixings and homemade chocolate cake for dessert.

As Sunday was even warmer than Saturday, before going to Shannon and Mike’s house, Clif and I nipped over to Crescent Beach State Park for a picnic and a walk on the beach. I found a lovely shell and a pearl-like rock to commemorate our anniversary. Very appropriately, Shannon and Mike had put together a snappy three-photo grouping of our dog, Liam, enjoying himself on Crescent Beach. A perfect present.

Today, the actual day of our anniversary, is another beauty. Clif only works half-days on Monday, which means there will be yet another celebratory bike ride.

What a great three days!

 

 

 

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