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The Bachelor Goat Who Liked To Eat: A Cautionary Tale
Secret Ingredients and Family Recipes
by Jonathan Boxlunch Perry
Recently, I visited my mom in Minnesota, and while there I took the opportunity to dig through her recipe boxes and copy my favorite recipes for yummy happy eating time. Fortunately, I had my camera, so I just photographed them. You didn’t think I was going to hand copy 25 recipes in one sitting, did you? I’m not a medieval monk. In fact, during my visit, she helped me cook some stuff, even though she’s been quite ill. Actually, I helped her. The food was delicious, I got fatter, we bonded, I practiced domesticity. There you go. This will help me circumvent having to call her for recipes. I’ll still call her, of course, being the doting son and mama‘s boy that I am. It’ll just be more for the weather report. And tips on removing stains. Stuff like that. Oh, and to check up on her.
So we grow up with these tasty dishes and hopefully learn to make them ourselves or mate with someone who can make reasonable facsimiles and hope there‘s no withheld secret ingredient to throw off a recipe. I mean, who would do that? Who does grandma think she is, passing off recipes without all the ingredients? Is there some posthumous cooking contest she’s trying to win? Her competition is either dead or senile in a home and isn’t allowed near the stove anyway for fear of a fiery death. Or did she think Kellogg-Kraft was going to rip off her 10-layer lasagna and cash in? And what if grandma goes to the great beyond before she shares her terrible secret (which is probably a teaspoon of cinnamon)? I’ll tell you what, you’ll be stuck eating inferior food the rest of your life and may be forced to abandon family tradition for Martha Stewart’s hoity-toity ringer recipe that requires obscure ingredients like Mongolian goat bouillon! or whatever. Well, that just won’t do. Also, I’m a non-goat-eating vegetarian. Only fake-goat bouillon for me, thank-you.
I’ve helped my mom make many of these dishes over the years and can probably replicate them if forced at gunpoint, though quite slowly and not as expertly. One thing I noticed while searching the recipe boxes is that many of these recipes were ones she acquired from her friends over a period of 50+ years. They say things like “From the Kitchen of Linda” or Vicki or Arlene. There are also those special recipes from my grandmas and even an awesome one from my great-grandma Gottschall: Dutch Apple Cake. Yum! It’s nice to know you’re making something that your great-grandma made 80 years ago. Perhaps she got the recipe from her great-grandma, pushing the baked goods lineage back a few hundred years into Europe when sugar was first making a diabetic splash (you try not to suspect the recipe was copied from a 1930s issue of Better Homes and Gardens).
I always look forward to my mom, grandma and aunts cooking for me. They make great stuff and sometimes there are weird memories tied to the food, like that time mom made lentils and my brother Jay tricked her into giving him the birthright. Good times (see Genesis). But these moments are fading. It’s a good thing my brothers and I cook (well, mostly my brothers) or some of these recipes would just disappear forever and everyone would forget what Broccoli Jello Surprise tastes like (okay, that‘s not a family recipe). Actually, I’m sure many have disappeared from generation to generation, which is sad. Really, though, it’s survival of the fittest recipes. I only copied about 25 recipes, after all, not the full 200. (I never claimed to be an archivist. I‘ll get more later.). But of the recipes I have, all the ingredients seem to be intact, which is a relief. Everything tastes right. No glaring omissions from grandma. No wrong-tasting Special K Loaf. No secret ingredients withheld. Unless the secret ingredient is love (and that just seems like a therapy issue).
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the secret word is bouillon
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9 foods I might as well move to the bomb shelter
by Jonathan Bombpop Perry
I don’t have a fallout shelter, but if I did (and I really should, just so I can get one of those signs) I could start filling it right now with these unused and under-consumed foods that have been long-neglected in my cupboards and freezer. Yes, I tend to overbuy and not plan meals very carefully, often eating whichever frozen meal sounds tastiest. I might as well store the surplus in a very special bomb shelter pantry. These 9 foods are mostly great foods, but they’ve been sitting in my house for years in some cases and they’ll probably last forever anyway (the underused veggies and half loaves of bread won’t). Besides, they’re taking up precious kitchen space.
1. Soup-If I’m in the mood and the weather is cold, I’ll eat soup, but I really haven’t been in the mood and it hasn’t been cold for at least 6 months. I like soup. I mean, it’s easy to heat up, but ehh. There’s always too much sodium.
2. Ramen Noodle-Also a soup, Ramen Noodle is the vestigial tail of my college years. It’s cheap, doesn’t take up much space and is pretty yummy. I should eat some. I wonder how old that package is. I wonder if it’s buggy.
3. Quinoa-There were samples of quinoa (keen-wa) at the grocery store a few months ago. It was delicious and I wanted to make the food sample lady feel useful, so I bought a package of the weird ricy/pastafarian/grain-stuff the Incans feasted on after sacrificing a virgin. I know that I’m too lazy to recreate it the way she did (the food sample lady not the sacrificial virgin) since this would require planning so that I return to the store and purchase ingredients for the fancy preparation. In the nuclear fallout shelter, I’d be less picky and would just steam it or whatever. Maybe use soy sauce. Or spaghetti sauce. I also need to make more rice.
4. Spaghetti-Last year after I moved into my house I was really getting to know my kitchen and made attempts at growing up and cooking food like an adult. It lasted about 3 months. During this time, my big food was pasta. Mostly spaghettis, but some raviolis. Somehow I overbought sauce in jars, which I should eat. I think there really is some sort of expiration/BPA leach date I should heed. There are 4 jars of tomato sauce in the cupboard and one jar of opened pesto sauce in the fridge. Oh, and noodles.
5. Cake-I have many boxes of cake mix. I’ve made a couple cakes, but have several still sitting there aging, luring bugs. I’ve been making lots of tasty brownies instead. Of course, cakes would be great in a bomb shelter. Why not celebrate the end of civilization? Also, I could just eat pudding.
6. Instant Pudding-Honestly, this probably came from mom’s house 10 years ago before she moved out of the state (braised gluten also came from mom’s house). These days if I want pudding, I’ll buy the pre-made stuff in those little prepackaged cups in as many weird flavors as I like (Blueberry Muffin Pudding, anyone?). They’re cheap, too. They may or may not require refrigeration.
7. Potato Pancake Mix-What the heck? Yeah, I saw this at the market and being the impulsive buyer of weird stuff that’s not too expensive that I am, I brought it home where it decorates my cupboard (I found hummus and falafel mixes, too). 10 years ago when I was visiting Castle Neuschwanstein in Germany, we ate at a restaurant at the bottom of the hill between bits of tourist nirvana. It just so happened that the potato pancakes dish was 1 of 2 vegetarian items on the menu. It was magically delicious. Anyway, maybe I’ll make it sometime. Mom used to make potato pancakes out of leftover mashed potatoes. Tasty.
8. Fancy Exotic Dishes like Indian or Thai-I eat a lot of microwaveable meals, even Indian and Thai, but they’re mostly frozen microwaveable meals. Of course there are microwaveable meals that don’t require freezing. These sit in your cupboard all sealed up nicely waiting for Iranian nuclear warheads to destroy all electronic devices via EMPs (electromagnetic pulses), rendering microwaves useless. I suppose a living room campfire would still heat up the stuff. You could eat it with quinoa.
9. Canned Veggie Meat-Being a vegetarian, I have occasion to eat veggie meat (and tofu and braised gluten). I don’t really do it much these days, but if I would just bother to cook more, it might happen. However, I have prepared for those times when I do have the perverse urge to cook. Seriously cook. That bit of cooking will require some great canned veggie meats from the likes of Worthington, Loma Linda, and Morningstar Farms. It also usually requires 3 or 4 people to consume it at a meal. If I dare open a can, I am basically committing myself to eating the stuff within the next week or before it goes bad (whichever comes first). That’s maybe 4 or 5 meals of the stuff over several days. I really need more variety. The frozen versions of the stuff seem to be more useful to me at this point.
I don’t have a bomb shelter, though. More is the pity. I have lots of food waiting to go into it. There might even be popcorn, crackers, and chips. Can you say fallout party? What do you overbuy and why?
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Berry Smoothie and the Magic Blender
by Jonathan Berry Perry
A few weeks back the stars aligned. First, mom gave me her old avocado-green blender, which is totally 1970s chic and probably older than I am, but it still works. Then, I started on a berry kick. Most notably a blueberry kick. Berries, especially blueberries, are supposed to be good for the brain, are loaded with fiber, vitamins, and nutrients, and have a boatload of antioxidants which act as ninjas to fight free radicals which cause cancer and other junk. Ninjas!
Good stuff. So I started scarfing blueberries by the handful and sprinkling them in my cereal until there were more blueberries than Mini-Wheats (I’d been eating cereal for other, non-breakfast, meals, so I had berries coming out my ears. Blue milk in your cereal is pretty wicked, too. I have not turned blue yet like that wicked child in Willy Wonka‘s chocolate factory). I like most berries, being multi-berry tolerant, so I gradually added other types of berries to my blueberried cereal: blackberries, strawberries, and raspberries. If the market carried more weirdly named berries like gooseberries, lingonberries or boysenberries, I’d try those in a second. Are there goat berries? There totally should be. No Marionberries for me, though (There really is a Marionberry, but it‘s not named after the nose candy dude. I‘d try it if I could find it. Oh, and the Marionberry is a blackberry.).
This brings me to the crazy awesome berry smoothie. I’ve been making loads of them lately. I know I’m late to the smoothie game, I didn’t invent them, and everyone else probably already makes them like pros all the time in their sleep at work, but I’m still quite excited. I also beat McDonald’s to the punch (so McD‘s can bite me. Also, your jingle sucks.). I’m not selling them like McD’s, though, so I guess, we’re not really rivals. Anymore.
I’ve been using the smoothies as meals and desserts, increasing my fruit intake and decreasing my processed sugar and caloric intake (hopefully) while consuming hearty goodness. They taste fantastic and they’re super easy to make (I mean, if you have a blender). In fact, they’re even kind of fun to make because you can experiment with strange tastes and throw different fruits into your mix to create interesting combinations and you can really do no wrong, as long as you like the way it tastes and don‘t die from, like, adding a poison mushroom accidentally to the recipe (though if you‘re adding mushrooms to your fruit smoothies, God help you).
I mentioned my new found smoothie operation to some friends and one of the girls asked if I was using a Vita Mix, which is apparently a pretty awesome piece of blending equipment that specializes in zombie brain smoothies. I admitted to having an Osterizer that’s perhaps 40 years old with dull blades that would do a poor job on the smooth muscles of a brain and anyway I‘m a vegetarian. And not a zombie. The ancient Osterizer sits on the kitchen counter next to my 40 year-old Kitchen Aid mixer in some sort of appliance convalescence. Another girl, feeling sagey, said that when an appliance is older than you, it’s probably a good idea to upgrade. Resisting the urge to pull her hair, I pointed out that so far I’m only squishing fruits and berries into a tasty drinkable food substance and would probably be ok for the time being or at least until I start a small kitchen fire.
However, newly intrigued by the possibility of acquiring a nifty magic piece of equipment to change food from solids to liquids, from chewable to drinkable, I decided to buy a new blending device. The blades would be sharp , the container made of glass, the buttons awesome, and it would look pretty excellent in my bachelor kitchen. First, I had to do a little research.
Right away I found that the Vita Mix blenders sell in the $400-500 range, so that was a no go, since I‘m saving up to one day buy the Golden Gate Bridge. Don’t get me wrong, they’re considered to be the best and most powerful blenders on the market and maybe in another lifetime I’d spring for it, but not now. No, I just want to destroy little berries and bananas and figured I could do it much more cheaply.
Instead, I went with an Oster, basically a great-great grandchild of the avocado-green one from mom. Osters are among the best rated blenders not in the $500 range. They’re usually under $100. In this case there was a sale, plus I had a store discount, so I ended up getting the thing for under $40. Score!
For most of the smoothies I make, there are basically 3 types of ingredients: berries, bananas, and soy milk. At the moment, I’m using low-fat vanilla-flavored almond milk which is good stuff. I know there are people who aren’t into soy or almond or rice milk, and are thinking “Dude, give me the real stuff.“, and if that’s the case, cow’s milk works fine (though there‘s some cholesterol and you‘re totally going to die).
I blend the milk and banana together before I start throwing in the berries. Next, I usually add any frozen berries or fruit. These frozen berries are great because they help make your smoothie nice and cold from the outset, also the flash-frozen fruit is supposed to preserve the precious nutrients better than berries sitting on the produce shelf for weeks. I probably use ½ cup of frozen blueberries and ½ cup of frozen strawberries, but I don‘t really measure cuz I‘m a rebel like that. I could call this random lack of measurement a glob, like a pinch or smidgen, but much bigger.
After I’ve added the frozen stuff, I throw in rinsed non-funky berries (although funkyberries sound cool). I’m not really sure how much goes in, but I kind of eyeball it and probably add another cup or more of all that. You might even try adding yogurt. There’s an abandoned raspberry gelato in my freezer that I don’t much care for, so I might chuck that in (These smoothies taste better than that raspberry gelato). I usually reach 3 or 4 cups of smoothie, by this point, and since a serving of fruit is ½ cup, allowing for the milk, this might come out to 5 to 7 servings of fruit. I usually end up with 2 or 3 large glasses of smoothie. I may or may not have added a 2nd banana just to be weird.
Ultimately, I want to branch out from the berries and try other fruit. Experiment with pear. Go crazy with coconuts. Get goofy with guava. I added a nectarine and a mango a few days ago and they were superb. Last week I added some amino acid to the smoothie. Why, you ask? Because I’m off my rocker. The amino acid is in the form of huge double-horse pills I bought a while back for weight lifting. I’ll need to be sure to chop the pills up better next time because there were unpleasantly large chunks of amino acid pills in my smoothie. Blech. This was my least favorite batch of the junk.
Some people add bran (not brain), whey, and other random healthy stuff to their smoothies. I’ll have to mess around with these and see if they‘re not completely loathsome. I’ve had good results with wheat germ and flaxseed and spices like cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg. Otherwise, the basic berry smoothie recipe is easy, very tasty, and quite good for you. And I haven’t turned blue yet.
What smoothie combos do you like?
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Hibernation Time: Breaking The 40 Pound Barrier
As you may or may not know, I’ve been shedding pounds like snake skin since last April. It had a little to do with improving self-confidence, especially around quiet bookish girls, and I’ve kept at it. I lost 25 pounds pretty quickly (in 12 weeks), and eked my way to 30 lbs by Labor Day, but it’s been slow going since. I’ve even lost another 6-7-8 pounds, depending on the day. That means as much as 38 lbs total since April (today is a fat day, so it might only be 36 lbs right now). I’ve hit a wall, though. I can’t quite break the 40 pound barrier. Inspirations and motivations have waned steadily the last few months and that might have contributed to my stagnation. Also, my front lawn has become tundra and I seem to have rediscovered sugar (mostly chocolate).
Being a few pounds shy of 40 pounds for 2-3 months is a bummer, but I did well not fattening up for the holidays. In fact, when I was in CA visiting family for Christmas, I went on several walks in my grandparents’ neighborhood. This, of course, was a necessary therapy that kept me from madness around certain relations, but it also kept me from becoming the Christmas goose. In fact, I weighed in thinner than both my brothers for the first time in forever which is pretty awesome. Now that my birthday is next week, Groundhog Day, even, I feel it’s my duty to force the issue and finally reach the mythical 40 pounds by my birthday, even if I have to starve myself that last 36 hrs. I’m pretty sure I could do it. It’s 3-4 pounds in about 7 days, so it’ll be close, but I’ve done it before. It would be a cool birthday present.
Hitting those round marks is great. 20 pounds. 25. 30. 35. By April Fools I’d like to hit 50 pounds. Heck, why not by St. Patrick’s Day? Oh, the dream of thinness lives on. Getting those good abs back by summer would be swell. From there, who knows. Maybe Gandhi-chic.
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How Cooking Hijacked My Diet
by Jonathan Bork Bork Perry
So, I’ve put a moratorium on the baking and cooking. I was pleased with myself to finally be making non-sandwich food. I’d done it before, just not so compulsively and not in a long while. But here’s the conundrum: Extra cooking means more eating and less weight loss. My remedial chef skills are coming around (sort of) and it’s great to eat tasty junk you’ve made yourself. However, this generally means fixing a dish or pan or something that might serve a hockey team, but I live alone, so I end up eating brownies for several days. Or cake. Or peach cobbler a la mode (All from boxes. Don’t get too excited, mom.).
Now, I really have been trying to lose weight. Between April and June, I lost 20 pounds.
So far, I’ve lost 30 pounds, as of today, actually, but based on my earlier trajectory I should have lost 50 pounds by now (I know it slows down as you get closer, but whatever). I started this whole kitchen self-improvement/domestication thing with the aforementioned baked goods as well as cooking falafel, pasta, and eggs, but it’s totally messed up my well-designed weight-loss plan. Certainly I could freeze things or refrigerate them, but eh. The stuff’s there calling my name. I must answer, if only for research.
For years, I’ve eaten microwaveable meals from the likes of Weight Watchers or Lean Cuisine, even though I haven’t been in those diet programs (grocery stores carry the dinners). I still eat them regularly for maybe 25% of my meals. These portions are well-sized and usually fairly healthy. I generally eat well, with the huge exception of desserts, especially chocolate. I scarf that stuff down like a drowning person coming back up for air. Still, I’ve even learned to control myself with the sugar stuff.
So, what have I learned from all this? I’ve learned to pace myself with the cooking and baking, to try cooking some more healthy foods (possibly inedible sounding stuff), to not be afraid to freeze things (I wasted a third of a cake because I didn’t freeze it), and that I should work on my self-control, especially when it comes to baked goods still warm and gooey from the oven. Mmmm. Oh, and maybe I could take some excess food to work and pawn it off on the coworkers, or something. Doing these things should help me strike a balance between eating healthy and being the Swedish Chef.
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