1/31/2015

Everything I dreamed

I realize I haven't posted a recipe in quite some time. Obviously, we've still been eating. But I have to admit that cooking has somewhat slowed down what with having a baby, being fed recently by parents and in-laws, and getting a deep freezer.

But then the other day I discovered these magical (green) beans that I knew I needed to share.

When I first saw the recipe in February's Southern Living, I thought that it looked good enough to be clipped: simple, unique, and flavorful - exactly the kind of food I love to cook, and, of course, eat.



They turned out to be everything I dreamed they would be and more: crispy, salty, lemony, herby, addicting. Oddly enough, they reminded me of Chinese green beans - the kind that are fried until they are wrinkly - salty with soy sauce and slick with oil, in a good way. But these beans weren't greasy and they didn't have soy sauce; in fact, part of the appeal is that I can't quite put my finger why they taste the way they do.

Usually when I read a recipe, I imagine the taste in my mouth, adding layer by layer of flavor as I read through the steps and as each ingredient is added to the pot / pan / whatever. But this didn't taste like what I imagined it would and I still can't exactly explain how the science of this recipe makes for its outcome.

Anyway, all that to say... You should make these. They are like green bean fries. Kenny likes to pop them into his mouth and pretend he is showing off to his friends that he is eating a hot pepper, whole.



Fiery Green Beans
adapted from Southern Living

1 lb fresh green beans or haricot verts*
2 T olive oil
2 T fresh lemon juice
1 T chopped parsley
1 T chopped cilantro
1 green onion, sliced thinly
1 t dried crushed red pepper
kosher salt
freshly ground black pepper

Preheat oven to 375. Arrange green beans on single layer on a foil-lined baking sheet (I used my Silpat). Drizzle with olive oil; toss. Bake 10 minutes.

While beans are in the oven, mix together lemon juice with herbs and crushed pepper.

After 10 minutes of baking, increase oven temperature to broil, and raise the oven rack to the highest setting. Broil for 5-7 minutes until browned in spots. (SL says they will be "crisp-tender.")

Remove the beans and combine with lemon herb mixture. Season with salt and pepper and an additional drizzle of olive oil.

We served it with salmon (baked with marinated artichokes, red peppers, lemon, tomato, and green olives).


Aaaand, randoms:

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* Costco is a lovely place to get a 2 lb bag of haricot verts for a great price. I promise if you do this, you will make the first pound and then make the next pound the very next day. Or hour. 

1/22/2015

Three straight days


It's been a while. But after 6,000 miles of travel I think I'm ready to be back. Theo seems to have inherited my homebody nature. (That is, being an extroverted homebody.) When we go out, he often cries until we're home and then there's a sweet relief when I tell him we're almost back to his favorite place. He even seems to know that it's almost over when we drive over the last three speed bumps before our house.

I apologize for the hiatus, but we have a reason. We traveled to Richmond around New Years, and for three straight days we were subjected to non-stop celebrations: a repeat of Thanksgiving for David's relatives from Korea who missed their turkey dinner (as if we hadn't had enough this year), Theo's 1st birthday, and David's grand-parents' 60th wedding anniversary. We basically had to roll home.

When you go to Mama Ro's, you pack your stretchy pants.

(That was Twitter-worthy, am I right?)

We had lobster ravioli, baked salmon, and beef tenderloin - and those were not the three separate celebrations. No, we had all three during one meal.

See? I have proof.
But I guess for those of you who know us, you're not really surprised. What is almost unbelievable, though, is that our Theo is now one!

I went crazy when I saw this baby Rex at Nordstrom!
David's mom did an incredible job of setting up Theo's tol.

Hehe, you can see David holding him up.
She tried to replicate David's party from 31 years ago.

I say she did an excellent job.
Poor Theo got croup on his birthday (apparently it's a common Korean thing for babies to get sick around their first birthdays - my mom-in-law says it's because everyone focuses on the party and neglects the baby) and we ended up in the ER that night. I fell asleep on the patient bed. (Not as tired as I had been a year ago, but tired nonetheless.)

Anyway, we still can't believe our little baby is a walking (!) and "talking" little man.


Dear Theo,

We cannot believe you are one. You are one crazy, mischievous, loving, sweet little boy. We love how you smile and babble, how you look at us from out of the corner of your eye when you are doing something sneaky. We love your crooked, toothy grin. You are so affectionate, but you don't exactly love to cuddle (unless you're feeling crummy). You more like to wrestle. And I guess we have Rex and your uncle Kenny to blame for that. You already know I love your thick thighs, which is why I never put pants on you. Your dad loves your pork chop feet and vienna sausage toes, and everyone wants to eat your cheeks. It's hysterical when you shriek from a crazy game we play such as peek-a-boo with the mirror, or riding around on someone's shoulders in circles around the house as someone taunts you with food you can't quite get to. It's hard to put into one letter all the feelings we have for you, but just know this. Our hearts are full because of you.

We love you!
Mommy, for the both of us