Friday, January 23, 2015

Something to Warm the Tummy

I love to cook and from time-to-time I like to share some of my favorite recipes. Here’s one that’s great for a cold winter’s day.


Root Vegetable and Mushroom Stew (Courtesy Victorine Olive Oil)

4 TBL Victorine Harvest Blend Olive Oil

1 medium onion,  minced

1 celery stalk, sliced

1 medium carrot, sliced

1-1/2 pounds mixed variety mushrooms, thickly sliced

6 garlic cloves, minced

1 TBL tomato paste

½ tsp dried thyme

½ cup red wine

4 cups vegetable stock

1 each – yam, parsnip, turnip; cubed into 1-inch pieces

3 medium red potatoes, cubed into 1-inch pieces

2 bay leaves

¼ cup fresh Italian parsley, minced

1 TBL fresh lemon juice

Victorine Garlic Olive Oil

Salt & Pepper to taste

Heat large Dutch Oven over medium heat, add 3 TBL Harvest Blend Olive Oil, add onions, celery and carrot, sprinkle with salt. Cook, stirring often until vegetables are nicely browned, about 15 minutes.

Add remaining TBL of Harvest Blend Olive Oil along with the mushrooms. Increase heat to medium-high and stirring often, cook until liquid is released and evaporates, about 10 minutes. Reduce heat and cook 5 more minutes.

Stir in garlic, tomato paste and thyme and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds. Stir in wine and scrape up browned bits. Stir in broth, root vegetables, potatoes and bay leaves and bring to simmer.

Reduce heat to med-low, partially cover the pot and cook until stew is thickened and vegetables are tender, about 1 hour. Remove pan from heat. Remove bay leaves and stir in parsley and lemon juice. Adjust seasoning with salt and pepper and drizzle with Garlic Olive Oil.

Now snuggle up with your favorite guy or gal and enjoy!

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Am I Pretty, Mom?

“Am I pretty, Mom?”  Questions like this usually come when I have 5 minutes left to get everyone, including myself, out of the house.  Then. . .I am tempted to give the pat answer, “Of course you are, sweetheart,” smile at you and send you on your way.

Today you’re in luck.  I’m not under pressure to be someplace else soon.  Are you pretty?  I pause, brush in hand, holding your abundance of soft, strawberry blonde hair.  Any woman would love to have hair like this.

I glance at the mass of freckles peppering your nose, so often sure that there is dirt hidden amongst them.  And you, all too readily assure me that, “No Mom, I washed my face.  What’s left is freckles, nothing more.”  Why am I so skeptical?

You’re tall and slender.  At 9 there’s no promise yet of the woman you will become.  If you take after your mother, you will have more than you want on your hips and bottom and not as much as you would like on the upper torso.  So perhaps you won’t be as pretty as you’d like in the sense of today’s society.  And yet, is there promise of the woman who will emerge?

Here is a child who cries when she discovers that her older sister has done something terribly wrong and knows that she must tell me of her sister’s transgression.  She does not want her sister to get in trouble but knows that the mistake should not be hidden.  Will you also be the child of mine who cries for the peoples trapped in the inequities of this world?

You are the child who lovingly cares for her handicapped sister, taking the time to entertain her.  Will you also be the child of mine who shows compassion for those less fortunate than herself?

You are the one who strives so diligently for perfection.  Crushed when you don’t achieve what you visualize for yourself.  Will you learn to live with imperfection in yourself and transfer that desire for perfection to making the world a better place?

Are you pretty?  Yes, my child.  In the eyes of this beholder, you are beautiful indeed.

From "Life At My House," by Bonnie Phelps. First published in 1989 as part of a column I wrote for several California newspapers.