• vegetarian groundnut stew

    The other night we had supper at our friends’ house. I took a cucumber tomato salad, and they served a groundnut stew over brown rice, plus a raw beet salad (more on that later, I hope). It was the kind of meal that, had I served it at home, would’ve incited a minor revolt.

    But. But! The children, my children, ate the stew, praised it loudly, and then two of them went back for seconds.

    I was stunned. Was this a good behavior fluke? Did they genuinely like it? Had they suddenly undergone rapid maturation? Could I serve a groundnut stew at home and get the same reaction?

    I certainly wanted to try.

    All the next day I kept thinking about that stew, wishing the leftovers were in my fridge and not our friends’. So after emailing for the recipe, reading a couple recipes, and picking up some fresh ginger in town, I made the stew. It was exactly what I had been craving, punchy with ginger, garlic, and hot pepper, sweet from the vegetables, and creamy from the peanut butter.

    The suppertime results were as follows:

    Boy One: enthusiastically thanked me before even sitting down at the table and then polished off a large serving.
    Boy Two: didn’t act very hungry until he learned there would be warm brownies and mint ice cream for dessert, after which he happily ate up every last bit of stew.
    Girl One: she ate it without fussing, but slowly.
    Girl Two: didn’t touch it and didn’t get any dessert.
    Husband, The One and Only: one large serving and then another medium one, and he ate it cold for lunch the next day.
    The Mother: she attempted to refrain from pigging out; she failed.

    You know what’s so great about this dish? Two things, to be precise:

    1. It hits my ethnic food lustings spot-on.
    2. It requires no fancy ingredients (‘cept for ginger), relying only ordinary garden veggies, and lots of them.

    Why, oh why, did I not discover this recipe until now???

    Vegetarian Groundnut Stew
    Loosely based on the recipe from Simply in Season, and including our friend’s changes, and mine, too.

    Don’t be fooled by the word “stew.” This is less a cold-weather dish and more of a summertime curry. Eat up!

    1 tablespoon olive oil
    3 medium onions, chopped
    3 cloves garlic, minced
    1 carrot, halved lengthwise and sliced
    1 sweet green pepper, chopped
    2 medium zucchini, halved lengthwise and sliced (about 4-5 cups)
    1 tablespoon minced fresh ginger
    3 large juicy tomatoes, chopped
    1 generous tablespoon curry powder
    ¼–½ teaspoon red pepper flakes
    1-2 teaspoons salt
    1 cup water
    1 generous scoop chicken bouillon, optional (because then it won’t be vegetarian!)
    ½ cup peanut butter
    cooked brown rice
    optional toppings: raisins, coconut, chopped peanuts, green onions, cilantro, etc…

    Saute the onions and garlic in the olive oil. When the onions are translucent, add the carrot and green pepper. After several minutes, add the zucchini and ginger. Saute for a couple minutes, then add the tomatoes, pepper flakes, curry powder, and salt. Add the water and bouillon. Cover and simmer for about twenty minutes. (Actually, I just brought it all to a boil, clapped a lid on the pot, and turned the burner off. Thirty minutes was enough time for the flavors to meld and the veggies to soften.) Before serving, stir in the peanut butter and taste to correct seasonings. Serve over brown rice with the condiments of your choice.

    This same time, years previous: curry potato salad, a riding lessonrellenitos, the quotidian (7.23.12), half-mast, cucumber lemon water, limeade concentrate, and Dutch puff.  

  • on his own

    My brother wants a storage shed, so he asked my older son to build it. This is my son’s first solo building project, and for pay, too. He calculated the costs and then gave my brother an estimate. He placed the order for lumber and had it delivered to our house. And then he started building.

    My husband is being as hands-off as possible with the project. In other words, he stays away. He did show my son how to lay out the floor, and it just so happened that he day before my son was to start framing the walls, my husband re-built a wall at a neighbor’s house and my son was able to watch and learn, and of course my husband fields my son’s many phone calls, but for this project, my son is taking the lead.

    When my husband returns home at the end of the day, I watch from my kitchen window, eager to see his reaction to the latest shed developments. His truck pulls in and then slows to a crawl as he examines the work from the cab. All those years of slap-dash forts that made my husband want to rend his garments and scream? The kid has come a long way.

    When my husband steps out of the truck, he’s smiling.

    This same time, years previous: the quotidian (7.21.14), how to beat the heat, a free-wheeling education, braised cabbage, alfredo sauce, and salvation’s chocolate chip cookies.    

  • the quotidian (7.20.15)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace


    In their skins: freshly roasted.

    On their way to a potluck: monster cookies.

    Summertime fast food.

    Outside play on a dreary day.

    Because all teenagers like to spend a morning alone playing Banagrams.

    Brilliant: the trick that keeps Charlotte off the picnic table.

    On the hunt.

    After the kill: groundhog tug-of-war. 

    Making do: there is no AC in the van.

    The new driver: Captain Two Hands (and he better keep it that way).
    After the rain.

    This same time, years previous: this new season, a tale of two children, statements, all partied up, whole wheat zucchini bread, in my kitchen (and barn), shrimp with coconut milk. homemade shampoo and conditioner, zucchini-parmesan frittata, and the sex talk.