Sauerkraut to the rescue!

Preparing sauerkraut

You may or may not know this, but I’m no spring chicken. I’m lucky that mostly I feel pretty good in my forties, and that I don’t have grey hair yet. But in the past 8 or so years, I’ve noticed that my stomach really isn’t what it used to be.

I once boasted an iron stomach. Stomach viruses were foreign to me, I could eat week-old food I found in the bottom of my purse and be perfectly fine. But now I get stomach viruses several times a year, and it’s awful. Aw-ful.

So what’s an old-ish person to do? Should I give up gluten, or dairy, or sugar? Break up with coffee, wine and bread? Maybe I should quit my job and join a special milkshake pyramid scheme?

Hah! You know that’s not my style.  Instead, I’m making sauerkraut.

Fermented raw sauerkraut is apparently one of the best sources of edible probiotics there is. It’s cheap and easy to make, it tastes like pickles. It will appeal to your inner science nerd, and it doesn’t require giving up any of the foods that make life worth living, or quitting your job.

I can’t tell you if it works yet because my first batch just ripened a couple of days ago. Let’s just say I’m very optimistic.

I used a recipe from the Kitchn for my first bach.Ripening sauerkraut

 

Cape meals: the one that fell apart

On the 4th of July, we thought it might be nice to have a sit-down dinner, it being a holiday and all.

The day started out well, we planned the meal—a variation on the traditional salmon & peas—we swam, we played, we ate Caprese salad in the Ultra Lounge. Then we sat down to dinner and things fell apart.

It started when we put the little guys at their own table because the big table was all full up (and then some). The pre-schoolers never want to sit and eat anyhow, we figured they could graze and play while we enjoyed a meal.

The little guys did not like it. They did not like it at all. The called the United Nations for Toddlers and all hell broke lose.

I honestly don’t know what happened after that. I just know that we vowed not to have a sit-down dinner with kids for at least another 4 years.

Happy 4th of July!

 

Cape meals: cookout

I’m going to get through my vacation posts one way or another. At this rate, you might be reading about early July in the middle of December. Which could be nice, or depressing.

On our second day of vacation we had cookout stuff (burgers, bacon-wrapped dogs etc.) served buffet style. We ate on the porch so we could watch the kids while they played instead of eating—because that’s their MO—and make sure that when they jumped off the dock it was the acceptable kind of jumping off the dock.

For the non-meat eaters—eater, actually—there were two salads, chips and sautéed shitakes. Or maybe the shitakes were for the burgers.

Can you spot the very special guest?

We heart summer. xo

Cape meals: fish & fish edition

4 days into the work week, our time off feels like forever ago already. Pictured here is our first day of vacation and I’m already feeling sentimental. It was a potluck on the beach with paper(!) plates and no formal seating. Perfect for unruly toddlers (one in particular) and a huge group.

Lots of seafood had been caught that day. Raw clams, the freshest of fresh sushi, and homemade ceviche, with cocktails and a dusk beach fire, perfect. I even tried a piece of sushi, figuring it had probably had better life than what you get at the store or restaurant.

For dinner was fish &chips, and lots of veggies. Drew was brilliant enough to bring the Fry Daddy outside so he could enjoy the evening and not stink up the house while he breaded and fried his day’s catch. Big platters of veggies, crinkle fries and salads arrived from who knows where and we all sat on the porch and beach to eat while the sun set.

My mom has historically not been supportive of paper plate use. I can live with tossing the occasional paper plate when the alternative is washing up after a crowd of 20 or so. My mom is also not a fan of un-concealed trash cans, thus the note on ours.

More soon! xoxo

Vacation teaser 

  We’ve been on vacation lately. I’ve been doing a great job of documenting dinner, but falling short when it comes to posting. 

We’re going to eat late tonight, so I fed the little guys an early dinner on the beach. The pork chops were a fail, the salted cucumber slices received a fair reception, and the pasta with butter was a hit. 

Now I’m sipping wine on the beach. The 3.5 year old is trying to teach the 2.5 year old to pee in the marsh, the men just sailed in, and the big girls are heading out for a paddle in the kayak. 

Summer evenings are my favorite.