A Shiksa on a Mission

Balaboosta (n.)(bah-lah-b00-sta) A Yiddish term meaning the perfect housewife
I'm a shiksa on a mission...
It may not be perfection but it's the journey that counts

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Green Goddess

Although I have all the classic signs of a run of the mill sinus infection, I am admittedly a horrible sick person so I have convinced myself that it's not just a sinus infection but proof that I was abducted by aliens and nasally probed probably with a Hi-Liter in yellow or green. My other theories are consumption or Bubonic Plague.  I feel like the extras from The Walking Dead except I take hot showers every morning so I'm Walking Dead on the inside but shiny and scrubbed on the exterior.  Just goes to show the old "never judge a book by its cover" adage is correct at times when consumption and alien abduction are suspected. Here's the concoction I came up with to feel like I had a leg to stand on in the fight against the sinister sinus infection plague that is taking over my life. 

I told Reggie I made this smoothie and he guaranteed that I would never have to share it with him. Ever.  I tried again this morning but he assured me it was all mine.  He did say he would try it if I could ever figure out how to make it not look like the The Excorcist green pea soup scene.  Alas, I can't. He doesn't know what he is missing. Cover Judger.

Kale Smoothie
It's about 2 cups coconut milk blended with anywhere from a teaspoon to a tablespoon of honey and about a good cup of kale (but just the leaves and not the thick ribs).  After the milk reaches a lovely shade of green, I add in frozen strawberries and papaya, one whole orange and a whole banana. And then I puree it until it's all a thick green goop.  Mmmmmm. Goop.

I made this recipe up using ones I'd seen before and what was in my house. You can make it using whatever you have too. I'm ready to hear about smoothies you like because I've already got the blender out and this plague may linger.  And I've learned not to judge the person by the goopy green stuff they put in their cup. That's my new adage.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Bettie and the City

My wonderfully talented friend took some pictures of me.  I'm a lucky girl, for sure. We went downtown to Portland's gorgeous library.  I put on my glitter shoes.  I brought books.  It was amazing. We got to talk about the intoxicating smell of old books, the images change us and shoes.  We ate Thai food by a fountain. She shot on film. I can't wait to see them in her upcoming Art Show. Check out one of her shots at Little Paper Cities and you can see more of her work. Photographer. Lawyer. Mother. Artist. Wife. Friend. Blogger. She inspires me constantly.

Soup, Only Better

Yes, it is another post about tomatoes but cut me some slack because we had to wait until now to even get tomatoes.  The positive side of that is tomato season has exploded during soup weather.  So I was extra excited when a rainy Autumn Sunday that was ripe for soup making and a recipe for Roasted Tomato Soup with Broiled Cheddar collided.  This recipe had all the elements: roasted, tomato, broiled and cheddar.  And even better (as if it needed to get any better) was that between the roasted and the broiled was, wait for it, Rye Bread.
First you roast the tomatoes which makes the house smell like heaven's heaven.  The roasting releases all this incredible flavor.  See all that juicy goodness underneath the tomatoes? That's like sweet and savory tomato syrup.
Then you blend it up with red pepper flakes. I have to admit I'm a big fan of pretty much anything that includes red pepper flakes. Once it  has simmered with some broth for a bit, the pepper flakes give it a soft spiciness in each bite.
The finishing touch is the bread and cheese broiled top that is much like French onion soup.  It's also like tomato soup with a grilled cheese that has been turned inside out and put all in one bowl.  And it made my Sunday,  my soup weather and my tomato harvest all better than I ever expected.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Tomatoes Are Here

And behold...We harvest tomatoes.  It only took all summer.  They are still coming full force.  September tomatoes for the picking.  The first batch was eaten up or made into sauce.  I got the idea for this sauce here because you can't pass up something called Naked Tomato Sauce.

Naked and Delicious.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Easy Peasy

I decided last Sunday to give in and hope for the Best Mom Ever Award by making Danish pancakes for the kids when they asked for it thinking I wouldn't do it.  It worked.  I rule. The neighbors benefited too.  Danish pancakes with homemade blueberry lime jam on a lazy Sunday morning is good for the soul.  But don't let on to the kids because they really think I sacrificed for this....and what kind of mother would I be if I didn't activate the guilt gene? See? Best. Mom. Ever.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


This year's jalapeno crop, which could also be aptly named this year's jalapeno, came in fits and starts just like this year's summer sun in Portland.  But when I got one or two, I put them to good use.  These two got roasted on the grill along with some tomatoes (not mine since mine just arrived yesterday), Walla Walla onions, red peppers and garlic.  When everything was good and charred, it went in the blender with lime juice, cilantro and more salt and pepper. Done. A very saucy sauce.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Pickling Therapy

What I do to relax.....

And, whoa, I'm a fan.  You can find the recipe here.

The Greens

What my garden gave me recently.  Lettuce, cukes, peppers and rainbow chard.  I never thought that homegrown lettuce would really matter to me but DAMN it does.  I really can't lie.  I'm a lettuce snob.  And since I've stated that and I've picked all of my lettuce, it is time to plant some more.  The cukes were quick pickled to deliciousness.  The peppers were roasted (more on that later).  And tonight I added a bit of chard to the roasting cauliflower to ease the family into chard territory.  Baby steps. 


There is something extremely satisfying about pulling some beets out of the ground and then juicing those babies up.  At least for me.  I broke the juicer out of appliance Siberia for a well-deserved glass of apple-beet-fennel juice.  Good enough to leave the juicer out as a reminder that Yes, I like juice and No, I don't like putting things away after I'm done so I might as well keep up the juice phase.  It's really healthier than cleaning up after myself.