Tuesday, February 11, 2014

happily so



Right about now six years ago, we unlocked the door to our house for the first time, plastic bags of takeout in hand. Though it was too dark to see, we could hear the ocean’s waves as we let ourselves in; inhaled the unfamiliar briny air. Dazed and exhausted from our moving efforts and unable to figure out how to turn on the dining room lights, finally, resignedly, we plopped onto the floor in the dark. By the light that shone in from the streetlight outside, we dug in to the foil wrappers and plastic containers containing gyros, falafel, hummus and tzatziki with pita, spanakopita, dolmades, a salad of romaine, red onion, feta, olives, and cucumber. Our cats skulked around warily while we ate the meal we’d picked up from a nearby Greek restaurant. We devoured everything, feeling a part of the neighborhood already as we ate the food from a local establishment. Our old house across town was on its way to becoming a memory. We put the remains of dinner in the empty refrigerator, explored our empty house, then set about getting to sleep. Things hadn’t gone according to plan; we didn’t get access to the house until the end of the day, and the movers were only able to deliver one small load of our belongings, and the kids’ beds. Everything else would be delivered the next day. But we were here, and happily so. Grinning like idiots, Alexi and I zipped our sleeping bags together and slept like logs.


Amidst a sea of boxes, days later, we watched the Super Bowl. I made a seven-layer dip like my mom always does for the occasion. The boys mostly stuffed themselves with tortilla chips. Every year when the Super Bowl rolls around again I think about those first days here, though I couldn’t tell you who played that year, or any of them since. Except for number 48. Last weekend, our home team won it. Afterward, the roads were a raucous band of honks; the streets were pure, unfettered joy. The polite ignoring of strangers that is city dwellers’ way of preserving privacy went by the wayside. I exchanged honks, waves and thumbs up with those in surrounding vehicles and on the sidewalks, blinking back tears. The moment was bigger than football.

Now, by the light of headlamps, every night after dinner, the boys play football with a special Super Bowl nerf edition given to Cal at a party we attended. I hear the occasional call of “Omaha!” and Nelly starts to bark and howl. She can’t join them, because her herding instinct takes over when we run around.


We had snow over the weekend. It began Saturday night, and when we woke up Sunday, it was still snowing. Abbott brought us coffee in bed. He had already taken Nelly out for a walk, laying the groundwork for a snowball fight as soon as possible. Alexi, Nelly and the boys went out to play; I made pancakes and listened to Blue Train in its entirety for the 200th time. As I melted butter and cracked eggs, I thought ahead to what I’d make for our next meal, and the one after that, as I always do; just as I did when we moved in six years ago. I thought back to when Abbott was in kindergarten, the year we moved in; now he’s in middle school. Cal was a preschooler then. I hope I have a better sense now, than I did then, of what matters in the long run. I’ve become a little less anxious about small things; I’m learning to care less about what other people think, and more about what I think. And I’m harder on myself as I age. It feels like the number of chances to get it “right” is shrinking.


We’ve been watching Olympics non-stop. At breakfast, Abbott sets the DVR to record what he’s going to miss and will want to watch after school. It’s hard to believe four years have passed since the last Olympics, which we were thrillingly able to attend.


As I finished a bowl of chili left over from our snow day for lunch, I thought about the pasta I’m planning to make for dinner tonight. I wonder if people everywhere do this, or if it’s just me.


Vegetarian Chili

This vegetarian chili came about when Alexi brought home a colleague’s chili recipe. She had shared some with him at work, and he loved it. I was dubious; I’m generally not a fan of deviating from a solid meat chili. But I, too, loved it, and have made my own modifications over time such that I can safely call it my own.


Vegetarian Chili
Inspired by MaryAnn

2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 medium onion, finely chopped
1 medium red bell pepper, seeded and diced
1 medium green bell pepper, seeded and diced
1 to 2 jalapenos, seeded and finely chopped, to taste
3 garlic cloves, minced
3 tablespoons chili powder
1 tablespoon ground cumin
1 ½ teaspoon ground coriander
1 tablespoon kosher salt
2/3 cup uncooked barley
½ cup water
1 medium butternut squash, peeled and diced
30 ounce can black beans, rinsed and drained
30 ounce can kidney beans, rinsed and drained
28 ounce can crushed tomatoes
1 quart no chicken stock, or vegetable stock
1 bunch kale
3 tablespoons chopped cilantro
lime wedges
sour cream
tortilla chips
chopped avocado

Heat the oil in a large pot over medium-high heat. Add the onion, bell peppers, jalapeno and garlic, and cook until the vegetables have softened, 8-10 minutes. Add the chili powder, cumin, coriander, and salt, and cook for another 2-3 minutes. Stir in the barley, butternut squash, beans, tomatoes with juice, water, and kale. Bring to a boil. Cover the pot, reduce the heat, and simmer for 30-40 minutes, until the barley and squash are tender. Stir in the cilantro. Serve with sour cream, lime wedges, chips, and avocado.

Yield: 6 servings

6 comments:

Purple Flowers said...

I love your blog. You make me feel as if I am in your kitchen as you prepare breakfast through dinner. I am going to try your chili recipe on Thursday, as we are in for yet another big snowstorm. I love a pot of something on the burner or in the oven.
I look forward to your posts. Peace.

house on hill road said...

to answer your question: yes, i think ahead about the meals i am going to make. xo.

Beth Coulton said...

I remember planning all those meals when my kids were young...and now that two of them as young adults still live with us, I only do family dinners occasionally due to schedules. But yes, I always thought ahead to my meals as well! We seem to have a pantry full of this and that, so my daughter and I are getting creative with meal planning to use up what we have. Each morning I give thanks to God for the abundance in my overflowing cabinets....a blessing.

Eve said...

I'm doing just the same : checking which vegetables I have, and planning the meals..I love it!
I'll try your chili. I never did one (it's not very usual in France), and last week I wanted to try, but we don't eat much meat.
A few weeks ago we've tried your "best tomato soup you'll ever have", and we loved it, thank you.

Lecia Phinney said...

Purple Flowers/Kathy: I always love hearing from you. Thank you!

Erin: We are birds of a feather.

Beth: xo!

Eve: So glad to hear it! I hope you enjoy the chili as much as we do.

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Your chili looks so perfect, especially for the season. I think a nice pot of this is in my near future. Thanks, Lecia.