Yogurt Cake with Lemon and Blueberries

Every morning I walk into the kitchen, turn on NPR, sit at the table and open my laptop. I check my email, Facebook and Twitter.  I scroll through updates/tweets from hours prior, often wondering if other people go through the same ‘ritual’ everyday.

“When you check your Facebook, do you keep scrolling until you see something you remember from the day before?” I asked Roo, as he walked into the kitchen.

He stopped and scratched his chest, his eyes bleary from just waking up. “That’s exactly what I do.”

“I thought I was the only one.”

“It’s the most efficient way to do it.”

“And do you hate yourself for technically wasting all that time?”

Roo laughed, “No, it’s the most efficient way to catch up on the ‘News.’”

I got up from the kitchen table and walked over to the Keurig. “And is that typically it?” I asked, flipping the switch on.

“Well, I check Fantasy Baseball and my email too.”

“And wait for me to make the coffee,” I joked.

“If by ‘making the coffee’ you mean, pushing a button, then yes,” he replied, as he removed the saran wrap from the yogurt cake on the counter.

I pointed at the slice he was about to pop into his mouth. “And make you breakfast cake?” I said.

“I believe this appeared on the counter overnight. It could have been Monkey who made this.”

“Yes, our evil cat has developed a sudden penchant for lemon, blueberries and baking.”

“Correction, our evil genius of a cat.”

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Rosemary Polenta with Roasted Asparagus and Tomatoes

I sighed and closed my laptop. “I just ordered $400 worth of shoes.”

“WHAT?!”

“I need a new pair of shoes for the wedding we’re going to. I can’t wear any of the ones I own.”

“Why not?”

“You know why. Stinkee got to them.”

Roo laughed, “They’re not that bad. No one will notice.”

“There are chunks missing! I can’t go to the wedding, looking like I anxiously gnawed on my shoes the whole car ride down.”

“It does make a great story.”

I didn’t laugh. “Listen, I’m planning on returning all but one pair.”

“Ok.”

Three days later

“So…I’m not returning any of the shoes.”

“Lys, you can’t keep them. You said it yourself, it’s $400 worth of shoes.”

I looked up from the floor, hugging the ripped open box, “I like them all. I didn’t think I would, but I do.”

“I’m going to say it again, it’s $400 worth of shoes.”

I started pulling out pairs of strappy heels, creamy colored pumps, then a set of ruby peep toes for good measure. “Look at them! Who knew I had such good taste!”

“Lys, you wear leggings and a t-shirt to work everyday. How are you going to wear those on the train? Never mind the bus.”

“I could do it.”

“How are you going to afford your share of groceries?”

I looked away, “We could totally still eat well.”

“What, what will we eat besides ramen noodles and canned fruit cocktail the whole month?”

“Polenta.” I replied, still feeling Roo’s eyes still on me. ”Polenta with roasted veg. Super affordable and delicious.”

“Yes, I love polenta, but the shoes. We’re trying to save up for a house, remember?”

“But what good is a house when there are no cute shoes to wear walking around it?”

“This from the  girl who makes everyone take off their shoes upon entering.”

“Polenta, Roo. And cute shoes. It’s a win win,” I replied, and began carefully putting my children new shoes back into their own boxes.

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Lemon (Almond) Cornmeal Cake

A Few Things I Loved About Traveling in Japan

1) The free “old man” pajamas provided by the hotels

The red kimono almost made it into my suitcase. Almost.

2) Springtime is like no other

The daffodils and crocuses popping up around Boston are cute, but they’re just not the same.

3) Excellent customer service

No matter if you pull into a gas station, buy an onigiri (rice ball) from a kiosk at the train station, or ask for directions for a hotel (at the competing brand’s concierge desk), the customer service is excellent. Sometimes I wish people would just say thank you in the States more often. It does make a difference.

4) Public transportation is on time.

Without fail, the trains pull up to the station a minute ahead of departure, allow people to hop into the cars, and leave, exactly on time.

5) There’s always time for tea. And with tea, there’s cake.

Like my jet lag, I have yet to shake the habit of daily tea and sweets.

Any downtime my mom and I had, we’d pop into a cafe – at the train station, in the hotel or down a random road from temple – and order a pot or two of green tea.  With tea came sweets (“Obviously,” my mom would say), and talk of what our plans would be for the remainder of the week.

The 13 hour flight home left me exhausted. But after I climbed the stairs up to the apartment, my stomach rumbled. And it wasn’t a meal I wanted.  It was tea and cake.

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Lovely Lemon Cake

“Remember when you called me after your job interview and you said you were ‘so going to work there’ because it was next door to a Whole Foods and across the street from a Starbucks?”

“It was probably the best day ever.”

Roo stops washing the dishes, ”When was the last time you went to Starbucks?”  He looks over to see me hugging myself.  ”You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“That thing where you hug yourself like those sad monkeys we saw on PBS.  You’re obviously upset.”

“Well, that’s the last time you’re watching Frontline with me. I am not a sad monkey.”

I am so a sad monkey.

Back when I was delusional and living beyond my means living in Cambridge, my apartment was across the street from a Starbucks.  I would go there so often (ie twice a day, everyday), they started making “my drink” as soon as they saw me walk in.

“Grande, skinny, two pump vanilla latte for Lys.”

Sometimes it got awkward when I wanted a different drink.  And by awkward, I mean awesome as they would just give me both drinks for the price of one.

It pays to be nice to the baristas.

“Why are you shaking?”

“I’m not shaking.Youcrazy.Oh!Side note. Igottwolattesforthepriceofone!”

“It’s 2 p.m.  You are shaking and talking like a college kid on ritalin during finals week.”

“Wha?”

“You should lay off the ten shots of espresso in the morning.”

Besides the obvious self-induced caffeine overdose, my love for Starbucks was a $40/week habit.

They’d always find a way to draw me in.

“Buy one beverage in the morning and get any drink for only $2 after 2 p.m.!”

“Starbucks Happy Hour (ie half off frappuccinos between 3 – 5 p.m.)”

And lemon cake.

Yes, lemon cake.

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Tunisian Soup

The house is strangely quiet tonight.

Roo left an hour ago to meet up with a friend from college at a local bar.

It’s just me, the cats and the sound of rain.

While it would be tempting to have dinner with the tv blaring, staring vacantly at whatever program I happen to come across, I’d rather just sit.

And listen.

Taste.

And enjoy the quiet company that I have.

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Double Ginger Lemon Cookies

If you’re anything like me, you’re probably going over to someone else’s house to eat today’s dinner.  Although I am helping my mother cook this year, I still feel pressured to bring a hostess gift.  It’s something that’s been ingrained since childhood.

These cookies are quite honestly, perfect.  They are packed with flavor; loads of lemon zest and freshly grated ginger, only to be finished off with a slight crunch from the sugar that they’re rolled in.  I also love the scalloped imprint that they have from the back of a fork.  I am a sucker for pretty cookies, and to me these are exactly that.

I hardly think anyone after a Thanksgiving feast wants to eat something super heavy around 8 at night.  My mother always made a pot of tea and had a cookie or two before getting ready for bed; a tradition that goes back to my first memorable Thanksgiving dinner.

There’s something comforting about seeing my mother go through the same motions, every year: tea towel wrapped around the kettle to keep it warm, a flowery piece of good china from the back of the cupboard, only to place a handful of cookies on, and always the same cup, because it was her favorite; tiny ivy leaves winding up the back of the handle.

While the dough needs to rest for an hour in the fridge, I’ll use that time to shower and get dressed.  Overall these cookies are quite easy and quick to make, with a baking time of about 15 minutes.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Adapted from Organic and Chic

Makes 60 – 70 cookies (For me, it made 67)

*Please note that before baking these, the dough requires at least an hour of chilling (up to 1 day).  So plan ahead!

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Ingredients

Dry

Three cups of white whole wheat flour

1 teaspoon of baking powder

Half teaspoon of baking soda

Quarter teaspoon of salt

Wet

Half cup of unsweetened applesauce (I used homemade)

Quarter cup of mild flavored olive oil (or any other mild flavored oil like canola)

2 tablespoons of ground flaxseed

1 cup of sugar

Quarter cup of freshly grated ginger (I know it seems like a lot, but it’s so worth it, especially with the amount of lemon you’re putting in. It’s a one-two punch of flavors.)

1 teaspoon of ground ginger

Grated lemon zest from 1 lemon, about a tablespoon (this is for an equal amount of lemon with ginger in flavoring, if you want the ginger to be more of a star, use half)

Juice from 1 lemon

Half teaspoon of vanilla extract

Half cup of sugar set aside, for rolling the dough balls in (optional, but really pretty!)

A handful of flour for your hands, to prevent the dough balls from sticking to your skin (I don’t mind, but some care)

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Equipment

One medium sized mixing bowl

One large sized mixing bowl

A whisk

A spatula

A cookie sheet (lined with parchment paper or greased) or two

Some plastic wrap or a tupperware container to let the dough rest and be chilled

A plate (to pour some sugar onto and roll the dough balls in)

A fork (to press into your cookies for a pretty scallop imprint, optional)

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In a medium mixing bowl add your dry ingredients: flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Whisk the ingredients together till well combined and no lumps are visible.

In a large mixing bowl add your wet ingredients: unsweetened applesauce, oil, ground flaxseed, sugar, lemon zest, lemon juice and vanilla extract.  Stir till well combined.

Add your dry ingredients into your wet, in increments.  Stir the two mixtures together until they are well incorporated.  At first, it’s going to look like a dry, chalky mess.  Keep going, it’ll come together.

Cover the dough with plastic wrap (or put it in a sealable/coverable container) and chill for at least an hour, up to 1 day.

When the dough is ready to go…

Place your oven racks in the upper middle and lower middle position in the oven.  If you’re using just one cookie sheet, then place one oven rack in the middle position in the oven.  Preheat the oven to 350F.

In a plate, pour the sugar set aside onto it, if using.  Dust your hands with flour, if you are keen on not getting the dough stuck to your hands (I don’t care, more snack for me!).

Form the dough into about 1 inch balls (I basically rolled the dough ball to match the length from the tip of my thumb to my first knuckle…I think that’s about an inch).  Roll the dough balls in the sugar, if using.

Place the dough balls onto a lined or greased cookie sheet, about a 2 inches apart. With a back of a fork, if using, press into the cookie so that it’s imprinted.

Bake the cookies for about 15 minutes (this is how long it took in my oven) to 18 minutes, until they’re very slightly browned and firm the to touch.  These cookies will not brown much so be careful not to leave them in the oven for too long.

Let the cookies cool before eating, but honestly, I’ve eaten them warm and they were delicious.

Butternut Squash Barley Risotto with Lemon and Toasted Almonds

I love that we as a people, all experience “firsts.”  While it’s great to finally flow comfortably into a yoga pose, like Warrior II, I also like to look back and remind myself of my first vinyasa class where I walked in thinking I was flexible, but oh no, I was not.  It was incredibly humbling as I, gasping for air and sitting on my mat, watched others do arm balances with ease.  I remember feeling how much I really wanted to be able to do those one day.

Other firsts may not have been quite as inspirational, but I do like to think about them once in a while, especially when I find myself in a “it really couldn’t be worse moment,” and need a good laugh.  Because really, it could be worse.

Junior year of high school, I went to a hair salon to get my eyebrows waxed for the first time, for prom.  I’ve never had hair ripped off of my face before, or even “shaped” my own eyebrows, so I was nervous, but looking forward to a “new and improved” me.  The beautician was extremely friendly, but creepily stared at my face for (what I thought) an unusually long time, as if studying every pore and freckle, before asking me to sit down.

As she was getting the wax warm, she wanted to double check what I was there for, “So you’re getting your upper lip and eyebrows done?”

“Uh, I thought I booked just the eyebrows.”

“Oh….ok.”

First time I found out that puberty gave me the gift of needing an upper lip wax? Junior year.

When I was 3 (oh yes, we’re going way back) my parents leased a house in a mostly white suburban town, about 20 minutes outside of Boston.  My mother would bring me to the neighborhood play group as the other housewives had children around the same age.  She admitted to me (when she told me the story) that she admired the housewives’ lifestyle (they were spouses of doctors and lawyers) and couldn’t help but compare herself to them. She even started copying their fashion sense in hopes of fitting in.

One day, she couldn’t help but compare me with the other babies. There was something different.  Why did I look so different?  Then, all of a sudden she realized it: I had some kind of developmental/chromosomal abnormality.  Absolutely distraught, she excused herself to the bathroom.  She washed herself up, and as she was at the sink, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  That’s when she realized, (and I quote) “Oh, I’m Asian.”  That’s right, for the first time in her life, my mother forgot what her ethnicity was.  She forgot that I was a half-Asian baby and that’s why I didn’t have blonde hair or blue eyes.  Thanks mom.

For years I thought making risotto was something only reserved for “trained chefs.”  I absolutely love ordering it when I go out to eat, as nothing can be more comforting than a creamy, lush plate of arborio rice cooked to perfection.  Quite often eating it with my eyes closed, I was convinced I could never do it on my own.  The creaminess, I thought, was something too hard for me to attempt.  I’d probably botch it like over-mashing potatoes and make it a starchy mess.

But, dear reader, I can tell you, it’s not hard at all.  And last night was the first time I added butternut squash, what I thought was an unusual ingredient, for a meal in which I’ve only been served plain.

While arborio rice is what’s normally used for risotto, I’m a fan of cooking with pearled barley, as it’s incredibly forgiving (it’s a very hardy grain), and adds a complexity to the dish; nutty, with a slight chew, I far prefer it over arborio rice.  I love that it toasts up beautifully in the olive oil, enhancing its natural flavors, and that it’s practically impossible to overcook.

The butternut squash practically dissolves in the risotto, adding a welcomed creaminess.  Roo honestly thought I threw dairy in and was trying to pull a fast one on him.  However, the sweetness of the squash (that Roo claims to dislike in dishes that are supposed to be savory)  is cut with a bit of bright zest and freshly squeezed lemon juice.  I ended up plating it on a handful of peppery arugula (which I also think has very mild hints of lemon), but you can serve it with braised kale or as a side itself.

The toasted slivered almonds added a lovely crunch, something unexpected when eating a risotto.  Creamy, nutty, with a bit of a chew, swirled together with peppery arugula and slightly sweet almonds, make this a dish a proud first attempt of butternut squash risotto that won’t be the last.

Adapted from Melissa Clark’s Cook This Now

Ingredients

Half pound peeled butternut squash, grated (I used the ‘fine grate’ blade on my food processor)

5 cups of low sodium stock (I used homemade vegetable)

2 – 3 tablespoons of olive oil (enough to coat the bottom of the pot)

1 large onion, diced

1 garlic clove, minced

2 cups pearled barley

2 dried rosemary branches

1 cup of unsweetened unflavored almond milk (or any other non-dairy milk)

2 tablespoons of nutritional yeast

Zest from 1 lemon

Half teaspoon of freshly squeezed lemon juice, plus more to taste

Salt to taste

Quarter cup of almond slivers, toasted

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Equipment

A food processor

A small saucepan or a large measuring cup that can stand on its own (& microwave)

A large pot

A small saute pan

A spatula

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Take the peeled butternut squash and cut into pieces that will fit into your food processor.  Use the “fine grate” blade on your food processor and grate the squash.  If you don’t have a food processor, you can use a hand grater, though it will take longer.  And if you don’t have a hand grater, you can cut the squash into small cubes, but note that they won’t dissolve into the sauce.

Pour the stock into a small saucepan and place over medium heat.  Bring it to a simmer.  If using a large measuring cup, pour the stock into it (ie fill a 2 cup measuring cup) and microwave for one to two minutes till hot.  Keep repeating warming the stock as you go (ie when you run out, refill the cup and microwave a new batch).  Either way, get your stock hot so that when you add it to the big pot, it won’t bring down the temperature of the ingredients cooking.

Add the olive oil to your large pot.  Place the pot over a burner on medium high heat.  When the oil starts to shimmer, add the diced onions and cook, stirring occasionally.  When the onions become translucent, add the garlic and cook till fragrant (about a minute).  Add the barley and squash, and cook, stirring occasionally.  When the barley starts to brown (it’ll look toasted), add the rosemary.  Stir until the rosemary becomes fragrant (about a minute).

Pour half a cup of stock into your pan and cook, stirring constantly until nearly all the liquid has evaporated.  Make sure that while you’re stirring that you scrape down all the sides and bottom of the pan.

Continue adding stock, and continuously stirring (you can stop to get a drink of water, etc. but I wouldn’t leave the pot alone for five minutes), until the barley risotto has become creamy, thick, and has a slight chew.  For me, it took about five cups to get to this point.  Pour the cup of non-dairy milk in.  Stir till the liquid is nearly evaporated.

Remove the rosemary branches and stir in the nutritional yeast, lemon zest and lemon juice.  Season with salt to taste (we didn’t need any).  Set aside.

In a small saute pan, add the slivered almonds and place the pan on a burner over medium heat.  Toss the nuts until they are toasted (light to dark brown).

Serve the risotto over a handful of arugula, or with braised kale, or even as a side, but be sure to sprinkle the toasted almonds on top! Serve immediately.