Saturday, January 29, 2011

life of the party crasher







"Where's Ethan?"

This is a question that has been asked many times.  One time we lost him for 1/2 hour (!) at the Lights of Christmas deal at warm beach.  *shudder*

Anyhow, this was nothing like that.  Ebo was at a birthday party for one of his best buddies, along with Aidan and Luke, at Jump Around Fun Zone.  The plan was to play there for a while then go out for Pizza somewhere in Blaine.  Of course, since this is Washington State, Jump Around Fun Zone, being an indoor facility loaded with bouncy houses, was a dry, comfortable refuge to no less than three separate birthday parties on this day.

Shelly, the mother of the birthday boy was doing a quick head count when the question came up: "where's Ethan?"  Incidentally, Shelly was with us when we lost him at the Lights of Christmas *shudder*.  After searching the facility herself to no avail, she enlisted the aid of some of the older boys at the party to search the facility for Ethan. 


Still nothing.


Then she started thinking outside the box.

Not too long after that, Ebo was found.






She found him sitting in one of the other private party rooms eating pizza, chips and pop. 

There were at least 20 other kids in that room.  Ethan didn't know any of them.  Didn't matter.  Apparently it didn't occur to him that his brothers should be around somewhere.  I honestly don't know what is more strange: Ethan following a bunch of kids he doesn't know into a room to eat OR the parents in charge just giving him food.  Actually the weirdest thing about it is that it's just not really that surprising at all.  If it'd been one of the other boys...  unimaginable.  Ethan?  yeah....  I can see that happening.

The lady in charge of the party Ethan crashed told Shelly that he came in and acted like he was in the right place so she gave him some food.  She even let Ethan take his food with him.  Of course all the other kids were confused as to why Ethan got to have food and no one else did.

Ethan didn't see anything strange about it all. 

I asked him about it in the car on the way home.  He started to explain himself, stammered a bit, then just went silent.  I didn't press. 


Some things have no explanation.





Like this, for instance.


I don't recall ever mentioning to Ethan that he needs to hang up his socks and underwear in this way.  As a matter of fact I can't think of anyone else I've ever seen take care of their underclothes in such a way.  Luke had no explanation.


Of course, not many 6-year-olds can bang out hand stand push-ups until they get bored.





He's a special kind of treasure.




Friday, January 21, 2011

justus 1.5

He's so peaceful when he wakes up, when he has his precious thumb




When he wants to turn on the charm, there's plenty to go around.





This is what his face looked like after a weekend with Dad. He plows through life with a good amount of reckless abandon.


 

Yes, that is a hot pepper in his hand and he was eating it.  Don't even think about taking it away from him.  A hard thing about Justus is that as much as he might love whatever he's doing (taking a bath, eating rocks, writing on furniture with permanent maker, etc), the expression of his disdain for concluding said activity dwarfs that love in duration and intensity.


J-Bear always has a smile for the camera. 


And some piercing blues to draw you in. 




Can you smell what Justus is cooking? 

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

huntin'

Aidan and Luke are really into hunting lately.  I love it.  They are outside, getting exercise, being manly.
They are however 8 and 10 so they need a safer version than what one might normally think of as hunting.

They dress in snow gear (because our yard is a mud pit), grab a BB gun (we now have more than just the pink one), some ammo and head out.  Most of the time they walk around looking for birds, rabbits, voles, or a coyote would make them very happy.  One day they came up with the idea of setting up a "blind." 
Here is Luke behind the blind waiting for dinner to come walking up.  Notice the strategic placement near the bird feeder.

I am so thankful that they have not yet actually killed anything.  We don't hunt for sport alone and I really am not looking forward to whatever meal they bring home...

Monday, January 17, 2011

free time

"Hey Mom, can we use the face paint?"


"Sure, but you have to let me take your picture."


{Side note: I should also have required that I find no traces of the paint in my house afterward.  It was everywhere.}

Saturday, January 15, 2011

ava turns 4


Ava celebrated her golden birthday this year.

She turned 4 on the 4th.


Grandma D and Aunt Helen came over and we enjoyed the usual birthday merriment.

This is the face Ava makes when she is thinking. She is that cute almost all of the time.

Friday, January 14, 2011

on any given afternoon

{I am not going to be cliché and mention anything about how long it has been since we have posted anything on this blog.}



Walking through my house on any basic afternoon, this is what I find.


Open books. 

Everywhere.

Someone is in the middle of reading these books.  (I only have three readers currently but I have around ten open books in my house.) 


On the one hand I love it.  Hey they are reading. 
On the other hand, I really like a tidy home and I do not see how this is going to possible in the future when I have five readers times several books being read multiplied by "I can't risk putting it back on the shelf or finding a bookmark".

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Carb That Cures Cravings: Dried Sweet 'Taters

Editorial note:  I've talked to many people who have expressed frustration in getting that magical crunchy and chewy texture after baking.  After getting them all prepped, it's really lame to ruin a batch and end up w/ burnt sweet potato char-crisps.  So after much experimentation, I believe I've fine-tuned the cooking process.  So you don't have to search for it, I'll lay it out here in the beginning.

Once you prepare the pan with butter or oil and cinnamon or whatever spice you want, put the pan in the oven for 45 minutes at 325.  It could be that you could use 50 or 55 minutes; this depends on how even your oven heats and how many trays you are cooking at a time.  I cook 3 trays at a time in a convection oven and 45 minutes works for me.

When the buzzer sounds, take out the trays and check to see which ones are done.  Usually at the initial buzzer, very few are done.  Perhaps 1 in 10 or so are ready.  The way I tell if they are ready is by lightly pressing down on them. They will be hot, but if I can push on it and there's no mushiness at all, then they are done.  Even a tiny bit of mushiness is okay if it's on a small part of the Tater.  I take them off the silpat and place them on a cooling rack.  They will continue to harden a bit on the cooling rack, so what you pull off the silpat is not what you end up with.  Interestingly, putting them in the fridge re-softens them a bit.

After this initial check, set the timer for 10 minutes and put 'em back into the oven.  Repeat the process as needed.  I'll often move some less done ones to the edges of my baking trays as well.  In my experience, I pull off 10% during the first check, 25% during the second check, 55% during the third, and the final 10% after the final 10 minutes.

Of course, the thinner you slice them, the shorter the cooking time.  The more consistent you slice them, the fewer 10 minute intervals you need.  The more even  your oven heats, the fewer intervals you'll need.

If this sounds like a lot of work to you, well, that's because it kinda is.  In my mind, it's worth it because these have replaced so many snacks in my life.  I need sugary carbs in my life at least a little bit.  These do so much less damage than anything else that they're worth keeping around the house for me.  Hope you enjoy them!  Now, on with the recipe and quick lesson in fructose metabolism.

Have you ever found yourself demolishing a large bag of Sour Patch Kids or Starbursts and decided to stop because you were just full? If you're at all like me, a recovering candy addict, the answer is no. I've reluctantly put down the bag of sour/sweet goodness because I was sick to my stomach, or because I had accumulated an embarrassingly large display of wrappers, or because it seemed my ratio of swollen to nonswollen tastebuds was nearing 1:1. But I've never stopped because I was full.


Come to find out that "neverfull" feature of the fruity goodness I used to inhale is actually a byproduct of how my body digests the addictive morsels. So, really, it's not my fault, it's the fault of my metabolic pathway and how my body deals with fructose overload.

While a little bit of fructose is okay, the standard American diet includes way too much of it, particularly in the form of high fructose corn syrup. Even sucrose (white sugar) is half fructose. All this fructose is problematic for you liver, which is the only place it is metabolized. When it gets full, all that extra fructose runs amuck in your bloodstream, turning into triglycerides while, unlike glucose, not suppressing ghrelin (the hormone that tells your body you've eaten enough). Furthermore, all those extra triglycerides also mess with leptin secretion, another hormone that regulates satiety.

All that to say that foods high in fructose don't make you full. It's fine for mouth-exercise but if you want your body to feel satisfied from a meal or snack, minimize the fructose.

At this point you should be starting to anticipate the magic of the "Dried Sweet Tater". Everybody needs a snack; something they can grab and consume without a lot of prep time. This is particularly important after a workout, when muscle glycogen stores are depleted and there is strategic benefit to triggering a bit of an insulin spike. It's counterproductive to replenish your liver glycogen at the expense of muscle glycogen, so you should favor carbs that contain higher amounts of glucose and lower fructose.

It also helps when the carbs are super yummy. Sweet potatoes fit the bill.  They are sweet, but that sweetness comes almost entirely from glucose.  Seriously, 200 calories worth of sweet potatoes has as much a little more than 1 gram of fructose, or about as much as 200 calories worth of alfalfa sprouts.  Granted, too much glucose can be bad too, but you're less likely to load up on glucose because it promotes leptin and suppresses ghrelin, i.e. your body recognizes that it's eating something and gets full.

Okay enough science.  Suffice to say that DSTs have become a staple around our house, universally loved by all. As a family of 7, we burn through them pretty quick, but at least it's a snack I can feel good about feeding my kids.  I'll be honest though; Amy and usually get most of them.


Cast of characters:

 
  • Sweet potatoes. I thought these were yams, but apparently they are sweet potatoes. Whatever, I don't really care. Just get the orange ones. The yellow ones don't survive being sliced after being baked and cooked.
  • Cinnamon. I've read that it improves insulin sensitivity. It's also delicious.
  • Coconut oil OR butter. If you're whole30ing, strict or can't handle dairy fats, you'll need the oil. I used to prefer butter, but then I tried the good stuff.


I'll never use butter again. The gold label virgin coconut oil (left) is just too good. It imparts a subtle coconut taste that rounds out the flavor of the DST in a truly marvelous way. The expeller-pressed variety will work, but, buy design, it lacks the coconut flavor. If you have the good stuff on hand, this recipe is worth it.

First you need to bake the sweet potatoes. I spread out a piece of aluminum foil (otherwise you get nasty drippings that are super hard to clean) on a middle rack and bake as many as I can fit on there for about an hour at 350. Sometimes I'll even rock two trays.


You want them soft and you want it so the skins easily pull away from the sides. After baking, I find it works best to peel them as soon as they are cool enough to work with. The hotter they are, the easier the peels come off. If you can't get to it, letting them sit in the oven overnight is fine.

Now you have to peel them. If you baked them long enough, you should be able to get most of the peel off with your fingers. Use a knife for any stubborn bits. This should leave you with a dish that looks like this:


Note that this amount will produce many pans of Dried Potatoes.  Another name for this is a dish full of awesome.

Now you need to slice them and arrange them on a baking sheet. I also like to use one of those liners (Silpat is what I use) to make removal of the finished product easier. I cut them about 1/2 a centimeter thick. You want a uniform thickness if possible and I find 1/2 cm gives me enough potato to keep it from becoming a mess when I transfer pieces to the pan. I like to arrange them flat side up.


Keep in mind that the more uniform the thickness, the more consistent the results will be when you bake them. If they are all over the map in terms of size, you'll end up with some magically chewy DSTs and some less-than-stellar crunchy ones and some not-as-good-as-it-could-be soft ones.

Now, melt your butter or coconut oil and paint the potato slices with fat using a pastry brush. They will glisten with goodness. All that glucose plus some hard-to-find medium chain triglycerides... this is truly better living through science.

Now give it a healthy dusting of cinnamon. I load up on it.  I mean have you heard how good cinnamon is for you?  As long as you aren't eating it in "roll" form, this stuff helps improve insulin sensitivity, lowers LDL cholesterol (the bad kind), lowers tryglycerides, and  helps migranes, coughs, colds, and toothaches.  So load up; it's good for you.

Then back to the oven it goes for the "drying". This is the tricky part. I've experimented with various time and temperature domains in order to find something repeatable.

Once you prepare the pan with butter or oil and cinnamon or whatever spice you want, put the pan in the oven for 45 minutes at 325. It may be that you could do 50 or 55 minutes; this depends on how even your oven heats and how many trays you are cooking at a time. I cook 3 trays at a time in a convection oven and 45 minutes works for me.


When the buzzer sounds, take out the trays and check to see which ones are done. Usually at the initial buzzer, very few are done. Perhaps 1 in 10 or so are ready. The way I tell if they are ready is by lightly pressing down on them. They will be hot, but if I can push on it and there's no mushiness at all, then they are done. Even a tiny bit of mushiness is okay if it's on a small part of the Tater. I take them off the silpat and place them on a cooling rack. They will continue to harden a bit on the cooling rack, so what you pull off the silpat is not what you end up with. Interestingly, putting them in the fridge re-softens them a bit.

After this initial check, set the timer for 10 minutes and put 'em back into the oven. Repeat the process as needed. I'll often move some less done ones to the edges of my baking trays as well. In my experience, I pull off 10% during the first check, 25% during the second check, 55% during the third, and the final 10% after the final 10 minutes.

Of course, the thinner you slice them, the shorter the cooking time. The more consistent you slice them, the fewer 10 minute intervals you need. The more even your oven heats, the fewer intervals you'll need.

If this sounds like a lot of work to you, well, that's because it kinda is. In my mind, it's worth it because these have replaced so many snacks in my life. I need sugary carbs in my life at least a little bit. These do so much less damage than anything else that they're worth keeping around the house for me.

Here's how mine look when they are done. I snagged a few for PWO this morning.



I store them in a ziploc bag. I don't know how long they keep because we've never had a bag last longer than a few days. They are amazing post-workout and you won't believe how much satiety you get from something so sweet.


Enjoy.  I pretty much live on these right now.  They are my favorite food in the whole world and before them, I was never too big a fan of sweet potatoes.  If you don't like them, then I would say you're probably doing something wrong.