Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Domo Kun

If you recall the morning when the men were being manly, a few of us woman folk watched our husbands and chatted.  With me were (we'll call them) Gonxha and Mara.  Mara mentioned that she was taking the beginning Wilton cake decorating class at our local Michael's. 


Mara nudged me to take the class with her--I needed little encouragement.  Since taking the beginning class with Lee and Mom K, Wilton has re-done their curriculum and I've been wanting to re-take the class.

So now Mara and I were encouraging Gonxha to take the class and because she was convinced that she would miss out on all the fun, she signed up that day.

It was definitely fun and I would highly recommend taking this class with a friend--it's much more fun chatting and decorating.


Anyway, here's our teacher, Rhea.


When I first met Rhea, she struck me as an old and ornery woman. But over the past 4 weeks I've learned that Rhea knows just about everything about cake decorating and she taught us all her handy short cuts and tricks.  And I think she was only cranky that first week because the class had too many people signed up.

Anyway, yesterday was our last class and we got to choose our final project.  Here we are with our mostly blank cakes.


That ambitious Mara had made 300 flowers over the weekend and dried them so she could place them on her cake.  Gorgeous!

I secretly hate people that are that ambitious.  Okay, I don't hate Mara--just so jealous!


On Sunday night, I was kind of moping around, being indecisive on what to do for my final project. I was going between a cake with large rosettes over the entire thing or an attempt at Starry Night.

Finally, I made Lee decide on the design so he could take the cake to work.  He chose this:


This is Domo Kun.  He's actually the official mascot for the Japan Broadcasting Corporation.  According to Wikipedia, he's a "strange creature that hatched from an egg."  He just looks like a little monster to me.

Domo-kun 10" Plush Doll
Sure...why not!

I came with my design...and then noticed that everyone else had all these beautiful flowery designs like my two friends...and I was making a monster.

I told them it was Lee's idea and they gave me that "Oh,-that-makes-sense,-your-husband-is-a-little-out-there" sympathetic look.

Anyway, here's all of us at the end of our class.  Look at Mara's colorful birthday cake and Gonxha's festive 4th of July cake--they are so talented!  You can tell I'm a slow worker because Domo didn't really look like much.


When I came home, I made Lee stay in the other room until I finished.


What do you think?  I kind of like the Rising Sun of Japan as Domo's backdrop.


I finally let Lee see his cake.


He said it was "by far, the best Domo cake" he's ever had.


I'm so proud!

It might even be decent enough to NOT get nominated on Cake Wrecks!

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Bountiful Baskets Recipe: Slow Roasted Tomato Pesto

Have you ever heard of Bountiful Baskets?


Bountiful Baskets is a food cooperative.  In a nutshell, a food co-op is formed by a bunch of people that don't want to pay high prices on produce.  They pool together to buy bulk produce at a discounted price--about $16-18 for a huge basket of food. The food gets divied up in a very organized fashion every Saturday morning at various locations from parks to empty buildings.

I call it the hippie co-op, because there is something inherently anti-big business about them.

One thing that I love about the hippie co-op is how you never know what will end up in your basket each week.  All they say is that it's about 50% fruit and 50% vegetables.

One week, we got a jicama (pronounced hee-kuh-muh).  Actually, we got two.  We had no idea what it even was, so we headed to Smith's to see if we could find a similar looking root-like vegetable.  We ended using them in a stir fry--raw jicama has a nutty, earthy taste, but soaks up the flavor of stir fry sauce quite nicely. 

One of our jicama

Another week, we got artichokes.  I know it may come to a shock to most of you, but we've never taken on an artichoke before. And Swiss chard?  Who knew it works and tastes a little like bok choy!

If you're considering signing up for Bountiful Baskets but thinking to yourself, "Gosh--I won't know what to do with half the stuff in my basket, I better not get one", don't fret!  There is plenty of normal produce.

Like tomatoes. Lots and lots of tomatoes.

We have received a lot of tomatoes in our baskets lately. Like more than we know what to do with.

I recently finished a book by Orangette blogger, Molly Wizenberg--A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes From My Kitchen Table.  I loved the short essays about her life and the recipes she paired with those stories--she's a lovely writer, plus there are recipes!  I highly recommend the book.

A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table

One of Molly's recipes popped into mind when I found myself looking at a dozen tomatoes:  Slow-roasted tomato pesto.

You start with those tomatoes, about 3 1/2 pounds worth of tomatoes. She recommends Roma tomatoes, but we only had those sandwich tomatoes from our Bountiful Basket.

Clean and dry your tomatoes.  Cut them in half and trim off the stem bits.


Lovely, aren't they?


Put them into a large bowl and toss them with olive oil, about one tablespoon.

Then lay your tomatoes, cut-side up, on a large baking sheet (or a couple pans will work too).


Sprinkle with salt and ground coriander.


Then bake the tomatoes for about 4 to 6 hours at 200 degrees F.   Now, we really did just leave it in for a few hours while we did work around the apartments we manage.  I think it ended up being about 5 hours.  Ah--and that aroma of roasting tomatoes!

Anyway, the tomatoes should end up being a little shrivel-y looking on the edges, but still juicy in the middle.


You can store these away in an airtight container until you're ready to make the pesto, which we did because we were pooped after 5 hours of apartment work.


When you have a few minutes to make the pesto, pull out your tomatoes and your food processor.  Thankfully we have a food processor!

To the food processor, add 1/2 cup of olive oil, 1/4 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon lemon juice, and a couple of garlic cloves.  If you like garlic, I'm sure a couple more wouldn't hurt!


Pulse until the garlic is finely chopped.

On to the basil leaves:  I rinsed then dried the leaves using paper towels, but I suspect if you had one of those salad spinners, that would do the trick.  Pull the leaves from the stems and add to the food processor, about 2 cups, and process until smooth. 


Scrape the sides down PRN (PRN = as necessary).  But look how vibrant this green is!


Then add your tomatoes and process those too!


Hmm...looks a little weird.  I wonder if I could keep that lovely green color by using green tomatoes next time...thoughts to ponder.


Well, I've gone this far...I gotta keep going!  Add 1/2 cup of packed grated Parmigiano-Reggiano.


I tasted it and added a little more salt. 

And that little more salt made it AH-maz-ing! 

People, I want to point out that I'm Asian. I'm not supposed to make pesto.  My quarter Italian husband is supposed to make this fancy schmancy sounding recipe.  But no--I did!  And you can too!

(Sorry, I'm sounding like one of those motivational speakers--but I'm serious, it is so easy to make and definitely worth it.)

It is so lovely and summer-y.  Just add some good crusty bread and prosciutto-wrapped cantaloupe (apparently this is so very Italian) and voila!--a light, refreshing meal!


Oh, you've got to try this recipe!  Just do it!


Or if you have extra tomatoes, bring them over and we'll make some for you!


Anyway, here's the recipe:

Slow Roasted Tomato Pesto

To roast the tomatoes:
3 1/2 pounds ripe Roma tomatoes
1 tbsp olive oil
Salt
Ground coriander

Wash and cut tomatoes lengthwise, trimming the stem bits off.  Put all tomatoes into large bowl and toss with olive oil.  Then place on a large cookie sheet, cut side up and sprinkle with salt and coriander, about a pinch of each for every 4 to 6 tomato halves.  Bake for 4 to 6 hours at 200 degrees F.  Store in an airtight container till ready to make pesto.

To make the pesto:
1/2 c. olive oil
1 tsp lemon juice
1/4 tsp salt
2 medium garlic cloves, peeled and trimmed
2 c. packed basil leaves
3 c. slow-roasted tomatoes
1/2 c. tightly packed grated Parmigiano-Reggiano

Add olive oil, lemon juice, salt, and garlic into food processor and pulse till garlic is finely chopped.  Add basil leaves and process till smooth.  Add tomatoes and process well--it will still be a chunky and thick.  Add the cheese and combine.  Taste and adjust seasonings.  Store in airtight container for up to a week.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Our Dad--Deddy

My dad--we call him Deddy--passed away in 2006.  I think my siblings and I felt a little like orphans when we got the sudden news that he had passed away while he was living in China.  
So when my older sister (we'll call her The Phoenix) sent this email to me and my siblings on Father's Day, it was a nice way to remember him:
Yesterday was Father's day and it got me thinking of all the goofy things I miss about Deddy.
My dad praying to the rain gods for rain in Halchita, Utah
Do you remember when...
Deddy sat on the couch and slapped his feet together and pretended to be a walrus?
Deddy snored so loudly that no one but him got any sleep, especially when we were jammed all together in a small hotel room?
We all spent a wonderful 4th of July together, starting at the Parade and ending at the Creamery watching fireworks, with our radio blaring the music? Also, backing the gold van into the parking space, so we could leave first?
We've always LOVED fireworks!
Singing opera music in the shower? 
Anyway, always missing him. Even though he was wacky, we all got a little bit of his wackiness. Just look at us...
Dimples is wondering why Eisenhower, my brother, has a bowl on his head

Orange-y smiles!

Eisenhower and I doing some dancing and jumping

Jem the Rocker was always a rocker

My dad only had one quarter--we had to make the most of it!
I agree with my sister--we are all pretty crazy!  My youngest sister, Jem the Rocker, replied back with this:
Or how much he loved Neil Diamond, Peter Paul and Mary and sang Sound of Music songs.
I especially liked when he would pull me and "Eisenhower" behind the bug with a sled for our paper route in the winter. 
My dad with Eisenhower
My oldest sister, Dimples, then said:
I remember when he would have us call the dr's office or insurance company or the store to find out something and then we would hand the phone back to him to actually talk to the person. It taught me not to be scared at talking to people.  
I remember how he would always tell us to eat bone soup and always would have ice cream in the freezer, even in the winter. 
Or how he would let us on his UTA bus and we would pretend to surf while he was driving. I guess we did that in the Chan Clan Tan Van too.  
That's the Chan Clan Tan Van in the background
Or how we converted the Chan Clan Tan Van to a little store and drive to different events on the reservation and sell stuff to people.  
Or how we would all try really hard to beat him at Mahjong and sometimes we would. It would always drive me nuts when he would have his pieces upside down when I was watching him play his hand. 
The entire family
Believe me, it was sure fun and always interesting with my dad.   I wish Lee could have met my dad--I think they would have gotten along.


Happy Father's Day!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

How we store our watches

Lee and I got married a week before Christmas two years ago.

Yes, it was a lovely, romantical time to get married.  We loved it and we wouldn't have changed a thing.

Married!

However, the only major drawback to getting married around the holidays is the I-have-to-think-of-2-major-clever-and-thoughtful-gifts-for-our-anniversary-AND-Christmas-within-a-week's-time dilemma.

That's when we decided to buy each other a watch for every anniversary.  We love watches.  So now, we don't have to think about WHAT we're getting each other, just which one!

We've only been married two and half years and we've already got a nice little collection of watches--but, we really needed a place to store them.

This is what Lee found at an antique store called Jitterbug Antiques last week.


Can you tell what it is?


Does it look familiar now?




It's one of those old school Coca-Cola crates for bottled cokes!

We were actually looking for a wedding present for my sister's friend.  My sister, we'll call her Jem the Rocker, told me her friend wanted a Coke crate to make a wall-mounted succulent display.  (You can find some other cool things to do with vintage soda crates here.)

Apparently, I didn't quite get what Jem the Rocker was saying, because I asked Lee to find a plastic Coke crate that was a lot deeper and larger.  I had in my head something that looked more like a plastic milk crate or one of those bread trays.  I know..way off!

And apparently Lee didn't quite get what I was asking for either--which is a good thing--because we got this instead!  And because I thought we got the wrong thing all together, we didn't give it to her.

But look--the compartments are perfect for displaying our watches!


My Oregon Scientific sportswatch (Pre-Lee purchase)



Lee's Nixon "The Rocker" (Pre-Winter purchase)
Winter's Nixon "The Vega" - Birthday present from Lee.


Lee's Nixon "Rotolog" - (Pre-Winter purchase)





Lee's Philippe Starck "O-Ring" - 1st anniversary watch


Winter's Nixon "The Motif" - 1st anniversary watch


Lee's Nixon "The Platform" - 2nd anniversary watch


Winter's Vestal "The Rosewood" - 2nd anniversary watch


Our lovely little Coke crate watch display thingee

However, we may be gifting this to Mom K because she loves all products Coke-themed...(Mom K, ignore this blog post if you happen to be reading this)...


So, if you have any other bright ideas or cool ways to display watches (and glasses, for that matter), we'd love to hear them!