Michelle and Millie

Millie

Mildred Pocuis (poh-shuhs) was my maternal grandmother.  I loved her a whole lot.  We used to spend weeks at my grandparents place in St. John’s, Michigan during the summer when I was a kid and my grandparents later came to stay with my family in Minnesota for a month at a time.

 Besides running a household with three children before the many modern conveniences that still don’t seem to make my life as convenient as I would like, my grandma was a Home Economics  teacher (remember that?) and big time community builder.  Before cell phones and social media it was door-to-door greeting and supporting that kept women connected.  Millie was great at that.

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I have this old cook book, late 1950’s/early 1960’s I’m guessing, from my Grandma’s things.  My original posting plan was to pull a little “Julie and Julia” kinda type thing (get it? “Michelle and Millie”) but I gotta admit, there aren’t many recipes in these pages that really reach out and grab me.  From the meat “loafs” of every (and I mean every) variety, the obsession with gelatin–including savory salads, sweet desserts and even meat dishes–to the lack of knowledge about the dangers of cholesterol (or even the existence of arteries, apparently…) 

No matter.  Instead I’m enjoying sifting through a historical analogy of what my grandmother’s life would have been like when she was at the same stage I am today.  I’ll bet Millie had a big hand in organizing this cookbook, which was not only a fundraiser for the church where my parents were married and I was baptized, but was also a format for the local amazing women to come together and share.  (OK, yes, what they were sharing includes titles like “Lime-cheese-salad” and “Boiled Raisin Cake,” still it’s cool to see how my grandma and her girlfriends were getting dinner to the table!)
 
I recognize Millie’s friends’ names like Thelma Jenkins and Nola Lumbert (love–insert visual of a heart here–those names) and smile at the many “Mrs. my-husband’s-first-name-and-then-our-last-name.”  
 
Some things have changed.  But families still need to eat, and when the people responsible for getting food on the table work together to share ideas for making important tasks lighter, it’s not only uplifting, it’s significant and helpful.
 
If Mildred Pocuis were raising her three children today, in 2013, I’ll bet she’d start a blog about food, meal preparation tips and how to get kids to eat healthier.  What a good idea!

I LOVE Breakfast!!

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I Love Breakfast!

This week at our house we’ll be eating delicious, healthy and easy-to-make (always!) breakfast sandwiches.  I call them “Michelle McMuffins” but you can personalize yours if you like.

At my house we take breakfast very seriously.  I always have.  I could never understand the old, “I’m just not hungry in the morning,” answer. 

WHAT!!!??? You haven’t eaten in roughly TWELVE HOURS and you’re not hungry’!!!???  Seriously.  How is this possible?

And then, not only am I hungry, but I’m HUNGRY (I’m going to be using a lot of CAPITALIZED and italicized font today!  Plus a lot of !!! and ???  See how serious I am about breakfast!?)

How can one go out and conquer the world on a small bowl of cereal or a slight piece of toast with butter?  If you can, kudos, but  Michelle no comprende.  I need something substantial, baby!  A typical breakfast for me is something like the following…

First, a cup of good coffee with milk.  Gotta start on the right foot.  Then I like a good grain/protein mix like toasted up pancakes from the other day, good oatmeal with raisins and fresh chopped nuts (that recipe coming soon), or, perhaps Michelle McMuffins!!!

Do you want the recipe now?  OK, OK!

Ingredients: 1 egg, Whole grain English muffin, few pinches of shredded cheddar cheese and a slice nitrate free ham

Directions: While the English muffin is toasting, I cook the egg over-medium (over-hard for the kids) in a fry pan.  I have a toaster oven so when the muffins are close to being done, I put a little cheese on one half and the piece of ham on the other.  Alternatively you could heat the ham and cheese with the egg.  When the egg is done, slide it between the two muffin halves, ham and cheese and wa-lah!  Girlfriend, you’ve got yourself a McMuffin! 

Tips: Sometimes I use whole grain sliced bread instead of an English muffin.  For this I cook up the egg and then layer it with the ham and cheese between two slices of bread.  Then I put the bread back in the pan with a little butter and cook it like a grilled cheese sandwich, flipping onto both sides.  Go easy on the cheese and the butter to keep the fat levels down. 

And just in case you’re interested, I always round out my first meal of the day with some kind of fruit, usually something de-lish from the farmers market.  This week my fruit bowl options are pears, oranges and apples.  Pear is sounding kinda nice…

And just in case you’re even more interested, I’m not kidding one bit about how much I love breakfast.  Like, I am seriously bummed about my upcoming annual physical because not only do I have to fast (fast!?  Yikes!) for the blood test, but I couldn’t get in before 9:00 am!!!  How in the world am I supposed to wait so long to eat!?  I may have to stash a Michelle McMuffin in my purse that day… 

I hope nobody smells it in the waiting room.

What is that scent !!!???

Farmers Markets ROCK!

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OK.  So here’s where the “Minnesota” in me really comes out.  Do native Californians really understand how absolutely ridiculously over-the-top lucky they are when it comes to produce?  I think, perhaps, not.

Consider this, when I lived in Minneapolis years ago, I–along with thousands of other Twin-City’ers–used to count down the months (yes; months) till the farmer’s markets would open.  And then we’d scramble over to them every chance we got before the harvest season ended–usually 10 weeks or so–when the stands got packed up again till the next year.

Here in California, there is no such scrambling required!  We are soooo fortunate for the year-round-multiple-locations farmer’s markets in this state.  To find information about a California certified farmer’s market near you, click here.

So what’s so great about a farmer’s market?  Girlfriend, I could go on… Whereas produce at a big super market (Von’s, Ralph’s, etc…) is typically grown for uniform size, shape and color, farmer’s market produce is grown for a little something I like to call, uh, taste.

Not all farmer’s market produce is certified organic, but because it’s locally grown, it doesn’t need to be treated with all the junk that gets sprayed on produce at big markets to make it last on the shelf and look pretty.   Also, because the produce is grown locally, purchasing it means you get to do a little something I like to call “supporting the local economy” which is a darn nice thing to do.

Shopping at a farmer’s market it pleasant, friendly and inspiring.  Pretty much every smiling vendor has samples awaiting and will help in choosing a melon for today or for later in the week.

Farmer’s markets help me feel connected to the seasons too.  Why should I purchase a plum from Chile when right now is citrus season in So-Cal?  Apples are uh-mazing right now too at the local farmer’s markets and don’t even get me started on the winter vegetables…

Too late.  I’m started.  Brussel sprouts have become a favorite (yes, you read that right: favorite) at my house.  My three kids and husband inhale these little green “fairy cabbages” so quickly that I typically purchase at least three pounds a week.

Here is a photo of what these balls of yum look like after Michelle has waved her wand over them.

brussles after

I’ll put the “Calva-Despard Favorite Vegetable of all Time = Brussel Sprouts” recipe here for your convenience, and will also place it in the vegetable section of my recipe page for future reference.  I know.  I’m a giver.

Ingredients:  Brussel sprouts (you don’t have to go for three pounds…) olive oil, fresh garlic and salt.

Directions:  Set oven for 400 degrees.  Rinse Brussel sprouts.  Cut off think stem at the bottom of each sprout.  You can leave the sprouts whole or cut in half, depending on the size.  Most important is that all the pieces be pretty equal in size so they’ll be fully baked at the same time.  If you notice mine, some of the larger ones have been halved, but the smaller ones are whole.

Place sprouts on a cookie sheet with a rim.  Cut and quarter one fresh garlic clove per pound of sprouts and place the pieces in different places on the tray, amongst the sprouts.  Drizzle with olive oil and give a few shakes of salt.  Bake for 2o minutes.  Remove from oven and mix up the sprouts with a spatula to turn the browned sides over.  Test with a fork for tenderness.  Put back in oven for 5 -15 more minutes depending on the size of your sprouts.  They really do vary so it’s hard to say exactly.  Check after five minutes if you’re unsure.

The garlic serves to sort of infuse the sprouts with an aromatic presences of garlic.  I do eat the cloves too, but my kids say they’re too strong.

Enjoy!

I Do Not “Heart” Organizing

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I do not “heart” organizing.  Have you seen the blog I Heart Organizing?  I was stumped when I came across this beauty (it really is a great blog.)  I mean I do have a couple of girlfriends who actually enjoy sorting and labeling, but I didn’t think it was, like, a thing.

I mean; seriously.  Who else likes to organize?  Jen Jones.  That’s who.  I fear this woman just a little.  I admire this woman a lot.  I tried to be annoyed by this woman, but she actually seems lovely.  Gracious even.  Darn.

I will say this: I do heart being organized, which is close.  The task of organizing is not enjoyed by one Ms. Michelle Calva-Despard, but I acknowledge the benefits of an organized life, so I do what I gotta do.

See my pantry, above, for example.  It’s organized–but I didn’t get a big kick out of making it or keeping it that way.  And although my canned goods are facing front over here and my baking supplies are together on the same shelf, you will never–ever–find my dried beans in uniform Pottery Barn glass jars with a little chalk label and stylish printing stating the contents on the front.  No.  No.  No.

I do have this one kitchen drawer, over by the phone, that would likely give Jen Jones nightmares for a month.  I stay on top of the other closets and cupboards in my home but for some reason allow this drawer to exist a little like Mary Poppins’ bottomless bag, except, uh, there’s not really much magic in there…

The rest of my house though, I think Jen Jones would dig.  Sure.  Why not?  I’ll bet she’d really “heart” what I got simmerin’ on the stove top!  Over a glass of wine she could relax in my sunny kitchen and tell me about her repurposed milk bottles she made into a chandelier now featured on the cover of BH&G  and I could scrounge up a great soup.

“So glad to have you ‘kickin’ it in the kitchen’ with me, Jen!  Ha, ha, ha!  Yes.  I is nice to have reached 40,000 followers just like you.  Yes.  You and I do have a lot in common.  You need a pen to copy down my stellar recipe?  Sure.  Wait!  NO!  Not that drawer!!!”

Roasted Chicken Anyone?

chicken

This week at our home… we’ll be enjoying a savory citrus-y roasted chicken!  If you’d like to make one too, check out the recipe by clicking on the “recipes” page at the top of my blog and select “meat.”

I buy mostly organic meats for my family.  Who the heck can afford to feed a family of 5 organic meats?  I have found some ways to make it work on a very tight budget (Hi: my husband is a public school teacher and I am a full time homemaker.  When I say “tight budget,” I mean it!)

I would like to take a moment to remind/inform everyone reading this that I, Michelle Calva-Despard, do not choose to cook recipes with long ingredient lists nor with lengthy, painstaking steps.  Someday when I’m not up to my neck in laundry and PTA, I may return to the more exotic side of the culinary world, but for now, I’m committed to making tasty, healthy, affordable and simple-to-make meals for my familia.  Do not fear my recipes!

You can look forward to a recipe “from our home” every Monday for the time being.  We eat a lot around here, so that should keep my Monday posts humming along for a while!

With my magic wand (aka: experienced mommy brain) I can turn this roasted chicken into three or four meals for my hungry bunch.  But for today; it’s just a beautiful and tasty roasted chicken.  And by the way, it tastes as good as it looks…

Quotes for Today and the New Year

Security is mostly a superstition.  It does not exist in nature.   Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run that outright exposure.  Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.–Helen Keller

So, here’s the plan: Starting on Monday (hi: kids back at school!), Kickin’ it will begin a weekly routine of posts and some updates on upcoming workshops.   If you’ve attended my workshops before, feel free to come visit me again as I’ve made some fun changes to the old format…

One thing I’m focusing on much more than before is, in the smaller groups and in my new private coaching sessions, really listening to what individual needs are, and tailoring my approach to instruction much more than before.  This is why I’m allowing up to 90 minutes for these gatherings.  For whatever reason I get a heckuva kick out of helping problem solve food/family related issues.  

Bring me your tired of cooking, your stuck-in-a-rut masses yearning to be free of frustration in the kitchen and at the table.  We’ll face the adventure together!–Michelle Calva-Despard

New Year’s Eve–Family Style!

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Since having my first child almost nine years ago, I haven’t had much desire to stay up till midnight.  I’ve been awake at midnight, of course, many times–but rarely for, uh, “partying” purposes.

It took Mike and me a few years to realize that with a little creativity, the fun of welcoming the new year could still be enjoyed by people who like to collapse into bed long before the Cinderella lost her slipper…

Five years ago we hosted a New Year’s Eve countdown party–and counted down with Brazil.  Why?  Because when it’s midnight in Brazil it’s 7:00 pm in California!  We invited some other friends and family–many with young children and babies like us–to a pot-luck soup and sandwich party.   None of us was in a stage of life where we wanted to throw a big party single-handedly, but together we could combine efforts and put on quite a spread.

That year we decorated our house with Brazilian flags and colors. Then, at 7:00 pm local time we all gathered together and counted down to “midnight” (thanks to the help of our computer) when we cheered, kissed and blew our blowers and yelled “Feliz Ano Novo!” in Portuguese of course!  And then, thanks to our Brazilian time-line, everyone got to bed before the kids (and adults!) turned into pumpkins.

By the third year we’d moved to Puerto Rico, which celebrates at 8:00 local time.  Puerto Rican flags and colors adorned our home as we all cheered “Feliz Ano Nuevo” in Spanish together.

I had thought that by this year we’d be celebrating with New York, which is 9:00 pm locally.  Only problem is that our list of guests has grown so darn much that we actually had to move the celebrating further east–with England at 4:00 pm local time!–so we can be outside and enjoy the December Pasadena-day-time weather which should be in the low sixties  (please, please, please!) this afternoon.  The nights turn chilly and unfortunately I cannot fit 60+ people (including roughly 40 kids) inside my house for very long!

It is Monday, December 31st, 2012 and soon my stove top and counter will be a gorgeous pot-luck buffet of fabuloso homemade soups which we will sample and sip until our hearts and bellies are full.  I sincerely hope our afternoon indoor/outdoor gig works out so we can invite even more friends next time.

By the time many Californian’s will be ringing in the new year, my family and many friends will already be dreaming of confetti, blow horns and hangovers, and the very-awesome-and-just-a-bit-ahead-of schedule New Year’s Eve party we all celebrated together!

I Found My Thrill

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Basically, the beauty of a batch of buttermilk-blueberry pancakes is breathtaking.  Buttermilk-blueberry pancakes are the bomb, and by quadrupling the recipe I’ve become the bountiful bearer of these bursting beauties for the rest of the week!  From, Berkley to Bogota to Belgium, I betcha ya’ can’t find a better batter for buttermilk cakes than the one you may behold on my recipe page, because it’s the best!

(FYI: I used frozen organic blueberries which I defrosted in the fridge overnight.  I let them sit out in a bowl for 1/2 hour to bring to room temp so the pancakes cook well around them.  If the berries are too cold it can make the cakes doughy)

First to the Curb!

I don’t mean to brag, but before noon today, Dec. 26, my Christmas tree was already hauled to the curb.

I love Christmas, don’t misunderstand.  I just hate looming big ol’ projects; like undecorating the tree and house, carefully wrapping and repacking up the ornaments, lights, and glittery things that have been adorning my home for the past month.

And then there’s the fun of lugging all my green and red storage boxes back upstairs to the storage closet and arranging them all like a Chinese puzzle so everything fits properly for another 11 months.

The same tree that, 3 1/2 weeks ago, was aglow with the fragrant promise of the joy of Christmas, was getting ready to wilt like a bouquet of flowers the week after Mother’s Day.  What can I say?  That’s just not the mood I’m going for today.

The only way I know how to avoid the stress of looming projects, is to tackle them before they loom for too long.  So, as has become my personal (albeit odd) Christmas tradition, I rolled up my sleeves (made my kids roll theirs up too) and  did what had to be done before anyone could say “ex-x-mas!”

So there.  It’s done.  I just ran to the market and while you can tell Christmas is over by the palpable relaxed post-holiday vibe in the air, I looked carefully and saw not a single other Christmas tree on any other curbs.

Mine’s the only one!

Ultimate Friday-night Scrounge

So last Friday night I was in the mood to drink wine and have friends over for dinner.  At this stage in my life, though, “having friends over” can mean quite a crowd.  One girlfriend now comes attached to at least two kiddos and even one of those husbands.  It can be challenging to find the time and money to provide a meal for even smaller gatherings on a regular basis.  But it’s poor form to drink wine alone.
 
So I called my girlfriend, Lisa, and asked what she had in her fridge.  (I told you I do this.)  She has a three daughters, including a baby so I figured she may have the goods but no time to whip them into din-din.  I was spot-on.  I grabbed (with her permission!) a bunch of great stuff: spinach, onion, carrots, celery.  What a find!  I chopped it all up, threw it in a pan with some mushrooms, dash a wine and tomato sauce, boilin’ pot ‘a pasta, and wah-lah!  Dinner is on its way!
 
Here’s the really great part: while this is simmering I’m on the phone with my friend Denise who happens to mention that for her family’s dinner she’s defrosting some meatballs she made a while ago…  It was like a sign from heaven.
 
I turned on the charm and invited Denise’s family and meatballs over to join the dinner party.  Would you believe she even threw together a salad for us all to share?
 
These friends of mine also happen to be neighbors which is great because when you drink as much wine as we do, it’s nice to be able to walk on home.