You Say Cronut, I Say Cronought…We All Say Heavenly!

July 11th, 2013 by Kelly Serjeantson

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So, I have a kid at home this summer who conveniently broke his arm the day before school ended. What was to be his “See ya Mom!” summer of roaming the streets with friends, hitting the pools and parks in our ‘hood while perfecting his slap shot all summer, is now a “Mom – I’m bored!” refrain I have listened to wayyyy too many times – and we are only 10 days into summer vacation.

This is a boy who doesn’t play video games and isn’t interested in reading much (yet). He plays outside – ALL THE TIME. He climbs, he unicycles, he leaps, he plays hockey 11 hours a day;  he is an explorer, a daredevil. My crazy one who, well, has had reason to have 4 broken bones in his short lifetime…

So what’s a mom to do with a kid who is cooped up, and can’t do the things that give him the greatest joy? Well, she takes him on bike rides, to museums and to the library. THEN, she hears about this new craze – the CRONUT. This boy has the sweet tooth in the family – he loves tasty treats, Suzy Q, Merry Dairy and Isobel’s are his favourite haunts….So when the Cronut craze finally hit Ottawa, we hopped on our bikes to see what all the fuss was about.

We lined up at Boko Bakery on Elgin Street at 11am…They were giving out free samples at noon. By 11:45, more than 50 people were waiting behind us – all eager to sample this delectable treat.

So – was it worth it? Well, in a the words of my ten year old, OH YA!

Crispy on the outside, dusted with cinnamon and sugar, tender delicate croissant pastry on the inside. The lemon cream filling was just tart enough. The chocolate version was equally delicious. This isn’t something I would recommend eating everyday – it’s  a wee bit heavy on the sugar and fat content – but it makes for a fantastic treat!!

All in all, not a bad way to spend some time with my hobbled adventurous boy – now, where can we go next??

 

Salvation in the Pantry

June 11th, 2012 by Kelly Serjeantson

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We had a wonderful weekend – lots of swimming, playtime and SUN. A little too much sun as it turns out. Sunscreen application is required here in our house, but re-application after horsing around in the pool for a bit sometimes slips our collective minds.

So two out of three had pinkish shoulders this morning – not as bad as I feared, but definitely not something that I’d like to make into a habit. I am chalking this up to not quite being in summer-mode, what with school still in session and all. You must forgive yourself a little sometimes…

As a mom, I have experienced all sorts of health-related issues with my three – upset tummies, headaches, grumbly bums. I keep a supply of drops, pills, creams and BandAids on hand for pretty much anytthing. Well, anything except a sunburn it turns out. I had nothing in my cupboard for relief from the stinging tightness on their backs. I applied cool cloths and some moisturizing cream last night, but the kids were complaining after school and apparently were so sore, they couldn’t possibly carry their backpacks home! Insert exaggerated eye-roll here.

According to my good friend, if I don’t have an aloe vera plant (which I don’t because I KILL everything) I am supposed to apply vinegar. Yes, vinegar. Now, you more experienced moms may be shaking your heads at me, thinking, well of course you apply vinegar to a sunburn. I, on the other hand, could only envision my son emitting loud screams of pain as I rubbed it on his poor, raw, pink skin.

Alas, I was wrong. A quick search and voila – it’s true. Some believe vinegar has antiseptic properties, some think it takes away heat from the skin, others think this is an old wive’s tale.

The verdict?

One slightly relieved boy (whose smell is now making me crave french fries), and one relieved mom, who now has a secret weapon in her arsenal against yet another childhood woe.

So, now I’m thinking about other products I have in my pantry that could help me out in a pinch – not to mention keep chemical concoctions away from my kids….Suggestions, anyone??

 

Dinner is Served – Or How I the Survived Arena Shuffle

November 7th, 2011 by Kelly Serjeantson

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Well, it happened. Three kids in hockey, and we spent our first weekend truly shuffling from one arena to the next, stinky gear and all.

I knew this would happen. People are often surprised when I tell them all 3 darlings are playing hockey this year. “Wow, you must be crazy!” is a familiar comment. Well, ya, I am, but not because I have 3 kids in hockey. What I have is 3 kids in SPORTS! Pick any sport and you will find yourself running from practice, to a game, to another practice all the while thinking about the myriad of other, more interesting things you could be doing.

To that, I say,”Whatever.”
I have 3 children. They are involved. They are getting regular exercise. They are learning what it means to work as a team. They are figuring out how to challenge themselves, to do their best and sometimes, (more for one than the others) to accept defeat. These are important life lessons that hopefully will contribute to their overall development into caring, sharing adults.

But enough about that. The most important thing on my mind as we began this weekend of ‘arena shuffle’ was WHAT THE HECK ARE WE GOING TO EAT WHEN WE GET HOME?

Ottawa arenas are sorely lacking in healthy, tasty foods with which to properly nourish young bodies (and this old one too). Fries, Slushies and Salt & Vinegar chips can only take you so far. So, I pack snacks. Fruit, muffins and the occasional power bar. These are fine for on the go, but we needed to eat a proper dinner at some point. Arriving home at 6pm on a Saturday with tired, hungry kids (not to mention us poor parents) is not the time to think about WFD.
So, I took a little time Saturday morning (prior to game 1 of 3!) and whipped up this yummy, fortifying dish of goodness. During a break, where I ran home to take our poor neglected pooch for a quick spin around the block, I popped it into the oven, set the timer and headed back out to watch my oldest attempt to score his 3rd goal of the season.

It’s easy, it pleases everyone, and, best of all, it was hot and ready when we arrived home. While various children showered and put away their gear for the night, I threw a salad together. We sat down and reviewed the day’s events – 2 winning games & “Hardest Worker” award for one boy, a hard-fought but losing battle for the oldest, a fun practice for the girl and cold feet and bad coffee for Mom & Dad. Not a bad day really. Best of all, we shared some laughs, cheered each other on, and did it all as a family. In fact, I can’t think of how I would rather spend a weekend – can you?

Here’s the recipe. It was eaten too quickly to grab a picture, but I have to think that it did contribute to my daughter’s FIRST GOAL EVER IN A GAME the next day, so here’s a picture of the puck ;)

Saturday Night Special

***Special Thanks to my good friend, Karen, for the recipe!!

You’ll need:

1 lb ground beef

1 onion, diced

1 green or red pepper, diced

2 stalks celery, diced

4 – 5 mushrooms, diced

2 cloves garlic, minced

Worcestershire  sauce

1 big handful of spaghetti noodles, broken.

1 can condensed tomato soup (**I use 2 cans low sodium soup for creamier dish)

1 can red kidney beans, drained and rinsed

Grated cheddar cheese, about 2 cups.

 

Cook the spaghetti, careful not to overcook it.

In a Dutch oven, brown the meat and drain the fat.

Add the veggies, a splash or two of the Worcestershire sauce, salt & pepper to taste.

When onions are soft, add the kidney beans and tomato soup. Mix well, then add the cooked spaghetti.

Put all of this in a 9 x 13 casserole dish, sprinkle cheese on top. Cover loosely with foil and you are READY TO GO!

 

Pop in a 350F oven for 35-40 minutes and ENJOY!

 

Take it or Leave it; This Ain’t No Restaurant

September 13th, 2011 by Kelly Serjeantson

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I was possibly influenced by the fleeting full moon, or hadn’t had enough sleep last night, or WHATEVER, but I was not in the mood for the whining and complaining about dinner today. It started on the walk home from school – “What’s for dinner, Mom?” This was my answer:

“Geez, 950 million people NEVER have to ask that question because they HAVE NO FOOD.”

Sign of things to come in my house, I tell ya.

So fast forward to 5pm. I have helped with homework, stood over kids unloading the dishwasher (don’t get me started on the complaints there), done 2 loads of laundry, made my oldest walk the dog and suddenly, it’s time to get some food on the table.

Yesterday, I made some yummy grilled, spice-rubbed chicken breast. I served them over rice for the menfolk in the house while my daughter & I went out to eat.  I had four left over and figured I could do something interesting with them. The day was gloomy here, threatening skies, a little cool – a comfort-food kind of day.

My mom once made a wonderful Chicken Divan, and since I had all the right ingredients, I figured, why not? We aren’t generally casserole people, but with three kids in hockey this winter, I think we might have to convert.  Then came my dilemma:

NOBODY WAS GOING TO EAT THIS.

I have one who won’t touch broccoli, one who gags at creamy things, another who is pretty well only eating when the wind is right and the last who is (ahem) watching his cholesterol. Since I believe that a happy mom makes for a happy house, I thought, What the heck? I’m making this anyway because it’s what I want.

I did turn to my trusty friend, the Internet, for a quick recipe. I had a general idea, but rightly guessed that a little guidance was in order.

So, thank you, Paula Deen for the recipe.  This beautiful Southern woman knows her casseroles. However, I nearly choked when I saw amount of sour cream, mayo and cheese she uses. I quickly thought about my husband (and his cholesterol count) and decided that I needed to shape this up a bit if it was going to suit my family.

So, here’s what I did:

  • Used 1 fresh head of  broccoli instead of frozen. (Nothing wrong with frozen, I just didn’t have it! Sauteed it with onion, garlic & chicken before adding sauce)
  • Halved the amount of chicken, and cut into cubes instead of shredding.
  • Used a quarter of the sour cream (no fat) and mayo (Olive oil based).
  • I only used 1 can of soup (because I didn’t read the list thoroughly!) I didn’t have it on hand, but next time I would used reduced-fat cream of mushroom soup.
  • I did not add any extra salt, figuring that the soup would have plenty. Also, the chicken was nicely spiced, so no extra flavour was required.
  • Oh, and because I drank it all the night before, I left out the wine!
  • Last, I used crushed whole wheat crackers instead of buttered bread crumbs for the topping.
  • Served it over rice (used all my leftovers! Yay me!)

So how did it all turn out?    Well… IT WAS AWESOME! 

The kids, despite their initial resistance, ate, and one asked for more. The broccoli-hater pushed her evil green bits to the side without complaint. My reflux-boy had no problems and the fair-weather eater? Well, a little more prodding was required (i.e. raw broccoli traded for cooked) but he ate too.

Verdict? This won’t be in regular rotation due to the higher calorie/fat count, but it was delicious. I will consider it whenever I have some leftover chicken lying around, and a hankering to torture my children…

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Pie in the Sky – Father and Daughter Bond Over Pastry

May 29th, 2011 by Kelly Serjeantson

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The sun had returned and the rain clouds were gone. Television was turned off and the kids shooed outside. A trip to the market was in order and after a little cajoling and prodding – husband and daughter were off.

I had hopes of some yummy strawberries and maybe some garlic, but what I received upon their return was an unexpected surprise. Apparently, somewhere between here and the market, a plan was hatched to bake a pie.  My daughter has experimented in the kitchen; she’s made muffins and cookies, does a mean grilled cheese and a fine scrambled egg too. Husband? Well, he’s not too shabby either. (Minus the mess he leaves in his wake!) A pie though? Really? He doesn’t even EAT pie. But I soon realized that this was about more than a pie – it was a connection being made, some fun and light in the house, a project they would do together that didn’t involve Lego.

I refrained from helping too much – save for some advice on buying a piecrust and how she should dice the rhubarb and slice the strawberries. This is the recipe they followed, adding a secret ingredient they wouldn’t tell me about.

I could hear giggles and patient instructions coming from the kitchen. Sometimes from her, mostly from him. I did dash out to grab some vanilla ice cream because who DOESN’T have ice cream with their pie??

The end result? Absolutely delicious. Perfectly tart and sweet together (kind of like them), and the store-bought crust? Even my mom would be proud!

 

 

Que Soba, Soba

May 18th, 2011 by Kelly

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Ugh, it was approaching pick-up time from school yesterday and I was hungry and thinking about dinner.  I was out and about with a friend in Chinatown and racking my brain for ideas. I asked what she was making and decided on the spot to copy her. She’s pretty handy in the kitchen, so I knew I was not being led down the wrong path…

She confessed that she was using a recipe that she got from here. (I love when people share a recipe with you instead of coming off all chef-like and superior!)  So into the grocery store we went.

I love Asian cuisine, as does the rest of my brood. Anything with noodles to slurp is generally a hit around this house. We also have varying meat/veggie preferences here, so serving a big bowl of dressed noodles, with toppings on the side, a la family-style is also a big hit.

I had eaten but never cooked soba noodles (known as buckwheat noodles for the uninitiated), so I was a bit apprehensive.  She cautioned about overcooking them and stressed the need for cold water and proper draining to ensure they did not become sticky. Since this is a dish best served chilled (or at least room temperature), over-cooking the noodles is a no-no.

I had some steak to grill and a quick marinade of soya sauce, sesame oil and garlic seasoned it perfectly. Seared, thinly sliced beef, baby bok choy, julienned carrots and sugar snap peas rounded this dish out nicely.

A couple of notes on the dressing for the noodles…

We are trying to curb salt in this house, so I did not add it to the water for the noodles. Also, since the beef was marinaded in soya sauce, I reduced it to about 3 tsps in the dressing.

 

 

The verdict?  Some liked it, others did not. A house rule of 3 tries convinced two of them that it was worth the effort. One detractor went to bed a little hungry, but that’s another post altogether!

 

 

Whoops, there it is!

May 4th, 2011 by Kelly Serjeantson

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I was too tired to cook in my own kitchen the other night, so off we went to one of our favourite neighbourhood haunts.  My husband and I enjoyed a nice cold beer, and chatted about our day as the kids were occupied colouring and playing tic-tac-toe on the paper placemat provided by the restaurant.

We were eagerly awaiting our meal when my 11 year old word search fiend happened upon a naughty word on his placemat…Can you find it too??

 

We all had a good chuckle and the server, who overheard, apologized profusely. We let her know that it was no big deal and that it kept them busy looking for more words until their mouth-watering chicken and ribs arrived :)

P.S. I have NO idea where he learned that word!

Why I Do What I Do…

February 9th, 2011 by Kelly Serjeantson

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I was scanning Twitter today and I came across a post by @SimplyFood( http://tinyurl.com/6fekqsr )asking to submit a picture of someone who inspires you to cook.

I thought of some chefs I have read about or seen on tv. Then I thought about the only reason I cook – my family. If I wasn’t married I would eat out every night. I would be out there tasting and exploring and enjoying all that my little town of Ottawa has to offer. If I didn’t have children, I wouldn’t care if I ate Ramen Noodles 3 nights in a row or if Rice Krispies was on the menu – AGAIN.

But, alas, I do have a family. A pretty terrific one at that. We are a varied lot  – some pseudo-vegetarian, all who enjoy a perfectly cooked steak, some texture intolerant, another who won’t “do” salads, one who eats peanut butter every day. We watch our sugar and salt intake, keep an eye on the colour of our plate (1/2 red, green, yellow or orange, 1/4 meat/protein, 1/4 carb-stuff), we don’t do meat 5 nights out of seven and we all love ice cream!!

While I was raised on canned vegetables and standard fare of meat & potatoes, my repertoire has expanded and been influenced by people I have met and places I have been.  I enjoy all forms of cuisine now. I am trying to impart that sense of adventure, pleasure and taste to my children. My husband introduced me to many new things, mussels (ick) and oysters (LOVE!), butter (this girl was a margarine-baby all the way), and whole grain bread. We have passed these on to our children who mostly eat them up!

So when I think of who inspires me – I don’t have to look too far. My family, who depend on me to feed them everyday, pushes me to think about what I eat, what I buy and how it all goes together. Who or what inspires you?

My job is to feed them, their job is to clean up!

Look Ma – no meat! Or How My Daughter Got Me To Eat Better

November 8th, 2010 by Kelly Serjeantson

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Well, what do you know? My carnivorous, steak-loving, bacon eating 9yr old has decided that she will become a vegetarian! Now what do I do???

I think that this may be a phase and I love my kid, so I am indulging this request for now.  I have spoken to her doctor who gave us the okay and have set out to find delicious, nutritious meat-free recipes and meal ideas.  I have a pretty good repertoire of quick, easy meals that I can make that most of the family will eat – but, guess what? They all contain some form of animal protein. I have three kids who are growing and constantly hungry.  I worried that a non-animal protein diet would not be satisfying enough and that they would be eating ALOT of peanut butter and eggs to make up for it. Fortunately, fish was still on the menu – apparently not a ‘meat’ according to my girl.  And, since everyone liked virtually any kind of seafood, I was in luck. Don’t get me started on the fears and concerns about sustainable seafood and mercury…I try not to think about it!

When her father went off meat and dairy for dietary and health reasons, I largely ignored him when considering WFD.  I made sure to buy him things that he could eat; veggie cheese, veggie dogs and veggie anything else they make. I would make our dinner, then he would come home and fend for himself.  I have three kids, a dog and I AM BUSY DAMN IT! It’s hard enough to consider the various food preferences and “I don’t like’s”  of the kids, let alone whip up healthy vegetarian meals for a 40 yr old man who can now eat NOTHING!

So now that one of my darlings has jumped on the bandwagon, I figure we may as well all hop on.  I make a concerted effort (my husband may disagree somewhat) to put at least one meal on the table each night that satisfies everyone.  I have reached out to vegetarian friends and family, spoken to chefs (okay, well just the one that I know) and been all over the internet in search of yummy meals that fit our current non-meat-eating status.

I have adapted some favourite meals such as Shepherd’s Pie, tacos, and have tried new ones…some worked, some failed miserably. We have all come to appreciate quinoa, the super grain. We eat more vegetables than ever before. And (don’t tell anyone) I actually feel pretty good without a daily dose or two of meat.  Don’t get me wrong – I have eaten meat – sorry but Thanksgiving without turkey? No way! Even the little miss had a nibble of dark meat…

I will continue to support my girl and my husband (finally) in their choices to not eat meat.  My other two? They don’t seem to miss it one bit. Instead of  “Oh, not meatloaf again“, now I hear “Didn’t we just have quinoa 2 days ago?” Some things never change…