Monday, November 23, 2020

My Favorite Take 'n Bake Pizza: DIY

Even before the pandemic, the hubs and I rarely went out to dinner together or even ordered take-out. However, a Papa Murphy's thin delite pizza was the exception, and chicken bacon artichoke pizza was one of my favorites. I was craving it and bought a Boboli thin crust. And I'm not one to turn my nose up at convenience foods once in a while if most of your cooking is from scratch. Enter ingredients like a jar of Alfredo sauce, spinach in a clamshell, marinated artichokes, leftover pepper bacon and rotisserie chicken.

But wait! There's still cheese to add: rough cut shredded mozzarella, provolone and grated Parmesan.
Not too shabby.
And dinner is served.
I won't ever take up whole loaves bread baking, but pizza crust is an endeavor I must consider.

Monday, November 16, 2020

Cooking and Clay: Thai Soup (again?!?) and Another Bowl and then some

I had no clue this weekend how close we are to Thanksgiving and how much I have to clear out my fridge for a Thanksgiving feast. I also ordered for my wedding anniversary a 3 month subscription to oysters.

Beet, goat cheese, pecans, and arugula salad with balsamic dressing and a chicken salad sandwich for lunch and Grilled cheese and tomato soup for supper this past Friday. Poor man's Seafood Louis salad for lunch on Saturday.



I think I must've had rotisserie chicken, tomato soup, goat cheese, beets, surimi for this week's lunches at least a month in my fridge. In addition to the chicken salad, I also made a Thai chicken soup.


And thank goodness there was still leftover beef stew and bucatini and meatballs for the hubs--but I imagine he's sick of those leftovers and brought them to school for my lunches. I also brought my clay projects from my Saturday in Meral's garage studio. I had forgotten my clay journal as well as styrofoam mold for an appetizer platter. When that happens, I make mugs and salt crocks. I was inspired by a brownish red mug I drank from in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.


I've been trying to be more thoughtful and careful of what I make. However, in looking at all the green ware and glazed bisque ware on the shelves, I feel a bit like a production potter. I'm thinking maybe these bowls need to be donated to an empty bowls fundraiser.

Monday, November 9, 2020

Dog Walking and Cooking (Shrimp Scampi on Cappellini and Irish Beef Stew) as Loving Kindness

My dog, Sadie brings me a lot of solace and cheer. Really we all should take an example from dogs on how to increase love and compassion for ourselves and our family and friends and even those we disdain.  This election season seems to have increased my anger toward some friends, loved ones who live afar, and yeah my defensiveness around the husband. I've lately been developing and holding on to judgmentalness, ill will, and hostile feelings toward myself. And I think I know the causes for all this negativity. I suspect that the relatives I'm trying to be close to voted on the candidate I highly disapprove of and excluded me from activities because of my political and social views. I think some of my so-called friends are just self-involved and if I'm of no use to them, I'm easily discarded from their lives. It's irrational thinking, I admit, because there really are a number of other reasons why I don't hear from them, number one being it's a pandemic and so we're all unable to to congregate as we're all wont to do during fall holidays. I am also definitely being overly sensitive and need to remember that people are trying their best, including myself. I was looking at my personal goals when I started DBT: I was seeking to decrease making assumptions and seeking reassurance. I know that's why I've been abrogating certain responsibilities, like not letting my bedroom turn into a hoarder's paradise and waiting until almost the deadline to turn in my ballot. And cooking. Patrick once asked why the hell do I cook so much? And I'd retort, we don't go out to restaurants, and so I might as well cook something delicious. And if I cook too much, then I try to cook something that not only gives me comfort but also feeds my neighbors and not let food go to waste.

I feel like cooking is my activity for mindfulness and emotional regulation and helps a lot with my tolerance for distress. Patrick saw me defrosting and peeling shrimp for my mung bean soup and asked, what about us? and said that he also liked shrimp. Enter shrimp scampi and pasta. This Italian-American dish is one I can make from memory and not have to look at a recipe. Chop shallots (or onion) and mince garlic, which you sauté in butter and then add wine, lemon juice, shrimp stock--and any of these deglazing liquids can be omitted if you don't have it. Then reduce all those liquids until there's only enough to cook your shrimp and coat your pasta. Add heavy whipping cream to thicken and finish to a sauce. Meanwhile, depending how long it takes, get a pot of water and a handful of salt to a rolling boil in which to put whatever pasta you have on hand--linguine is what I usually use, but I've used spaghetti, rotini, farfalle and on this particular Friday night, angel hair or cappellini. 

I had vowed to go dry for November, but I've got this bad habit of thinking, oh but Chardonnay is so perfect for drinking with this meal.
And then it was Saturday, and I knew I wanted more comfort food like a beef stew. But not my mom's beef stew which has tomatoes. More of a beef stew to eat with mashed potatoes and cabbage sautéed in butter. I was talking to my clay mates about Irish beef stew and recipes for it which I saw had beer or wine and sometimes both plus parsnips. Meral was going to send me home with a parsnip, but forgot. I looked for it at a store and couldn't find it and opted instead for a turnip to add with the carrots. I also had a bone broth in the fridge which I used to braise the chuck beef tips to get them tender. And then mixed butter and flour to add the last few minutes to thicken. I remembered too the green peas in my freezer, which I added at the last minute to stay green. And this time, instead of pasta, I was boiling Russet potatoes and then mashing and lashing them with butter and heavy whipping cream. I also set up a cabbage station for the hubs to sauté the green cabbage.
And this time, it was pinot noir which I had used in the beef stew and thought, oh but red wine is perfect for drinking with dinner.

Alas it was then Sunday and though people were feeling relieved and celebrational that the election was over, I was feeling anxious instead and nostalgic for a childhood dish. Ginisang munggo is a Filipino savory mung bean soup, usually also comprised of pork, tomatoes, onion and garlic as well as patis (fish sauce), tinapa (smoked fish) or daing (dried fish). My mother never cooked Monggo with fish, but rather with shrimp and bagoong (shrimp paste).
As a family, we also ate it with rice, but I sometimes just ate it as a soup full of starchy beans and tiny bits of protein. And I would add additional salt or soy sauce if I did eat it with rice. Just like mom, I cut up the pork (and in this case, pork shoulder ribs) into small bite-sized pieces. My mother also never really garnished the monggo with chicharones. Instead of trimming the fat off like Mom, I cut it into bite sized pieces and fried it.
Cracklings for later. In the pork fat, I sautéed the onion and garlic and pork--in that order.
And then put in all the liquids--tablespoons of fish sauce (waiting for the Vietnamese fish sauce to run out so I can then buy the Rufina brand my mom used), soy sauce, shrimp stock, bone broth and even more water to boil the package of cracked mung beans comprising 9 servings. I think they were broken in order to cook faster and turn into that starchy paste that Filipinos like to spoon on to their rice.
And boiled and then simmered, remembering to scrape the bottom of any mushy mung beans and not let it burn.
And continued to simmer while walking the dog and watching television and then tasting and adding more shrimp paste or soy sauce.
And the Monggo is done. I added a three shrimp and a handful of sliced Napa cabbage for dinner. I didn't want to make a run to the store for spinach which I don't like when it gets slimy, nor the malunngay leaves which add a little bitterness. But really, the mung bean soup tastes even better leftover atop a little rice. And so I put some of the soup into containers along with fresh shrimp and cabbage for my neighbors to eat later, which is also my leftovers plan for the week. I just need to figure out what to serve the hubs while I self-soothe with Filipino food this week.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Self-soothing with Food and Nesting

Finally I found my pandemic tshirt.

I thought I was gonna have to stitch a hoop, but this encapsulates my shelter in home perfectly. And loves cooking could have been the second line of the tee. I'm at a stage in my life where I like leftovers, especially a childhood dish of sinigang. Or pizza though note to self, Pillsbury pizza crust SUCKS. 


Election night was especially nerve-wracking. I refused to turn on the television and made my favorite sandwich for dinner. Mortadella, provolone, sliced red onion, hot banana pepper rings, lettuce, tomato, lots of mayo and a little pesto. And of course, a glass of Chardonnay.
And of course, lots of day drinking during this pandemic.
But I aim to go dry this November until Thanksgiving. Balance and moderation as ever and always.

Monday, November 2, 2020

Journaling for Creative Expression and to Remember Gratitude and to Re-regulate

I've tried to maintain a journal since childhood. I had one of those children's diaries with a flimsy lock, which didn't last long at all. I've also never had the discipline to write daily. And then in crisis moments of my life in my 20s and in my nascent teaching career, I filled composition notebooks sporadically and promptly dumped them when they were filled--too much ranting and hurtful accusations that did not need to be directed at the people in my life. 

Two years of therapy has helped me to re-regulate after some emotional dysregulation, and my journaling has been part of that training. I'm constantly working on those life skills of self-soothing, positive self-talk and distraction. This blog records and reminds me of all the little things that give me pleasure and that enable me to not allow my emotions run the show and to exercise better judgement. Recently, I downloaded a running app to my phone to be my other electronic journal of my exercise, which also helps control my stress and deal with negative emotions.

One of my favorite journals is my clay journal, which really is a notebook to record my hand building, glazes, successes, mistakes, and potential ceramics projects. It's so beat up and almost filled. Eventually, I'll find another one, and 5" x 8" size seems right

My other favorite journal is my sketchbook. It's taken me more than a few years to be almost filled. I'll likely get another one with bigger dimensions and with multi-media paper so that I can paint in it too.


I've also two physical journals, one of them a day book for that attitude of gratitude.


My other journal is for dot journaling with bullet points or lists of the smaller goals to add up into the bigger things I want to accomplish in my life as well as to write stream-of-consciousness about the people in my life. Basically, I've filled it with my dialectical behavioral therapy exercises and is a record of the people I've fallen out with, people who betrayed my trust, and people who used me.
But I've learned a lot from those painful experiences and from letting go of those people that disregulate me. Letting them go allowed me to happen upon some beautiful souls and experiences. I am loved by someone I never thought I would have and have formed new friendships with people that have been even more meaningful and turned into much stronger relationships. To put it metaphorically, in my own book of life, I have chapters that end with people at some point, but I also have plot points and characters in my book which are still being written.

Ceramics: Butter Dishes, Salt Crocks and Glazing Weekends

In addition to throwing a Halloween Happy Birthday Hour, I managed to vote.

So nerve wracking! I could have voted earlier as I knew who I want in the White House and in our Congress, but I did want to choose more carefully candidates for local offices and approve or disapprove more thoughtfully on propositions. Afterward, Sadie and I walked from our front door to City Hall to drop my ballot.

I had also managed to get in some clay time and this weekend, built a salt crock. No text on the last of my smooth red clay.

And aaackkk, the handle on the butter dish I built last week got quashed. And so I built another circle handle. Meral said I should fire the loop handle separately and then stick it with glaze, but I remember long ago a vase I made where a side came off despite scoring--I think I didn't use enough slip or glaze. And so I cradled the butter top and handle separately to the kiln room and despite being no longer leather but not bone dry either, I scored and slipped as much as I could and fingers crossed that some of those clay particles will knit the two parts together. I'll rely on glaze too to fuse it all together.
I also glazed with a couple of resist techniques: an adhesive stencil...
...and very skinny washi tape resist.
I'm so eager to see what the surface will look like on these speckled buff clay bodies.

And to cap off my Halloween weekend, I'm building my Dia de los Muertos altar.

I adore these photos of my aunt, maternal grandparents, and parents. I was going to put the last of our dahlias by the candle and photos, but first I need to pick up another bouquet to adorn our living room.