Saturday, June 18, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me!

Today is my birthday - 27.  I was 25 when Tabitha was born, but only just! Two days later I turned 26.  The Daddy bought me these beautiful roses.  They are Metalina, my favourite.  They smell incredible. 



Tabitha helped make me a card.  She calls me 'mum-mum'.  "Dear Mum Mum, Happy birthday to the greatest Mum Mum in the world.  You're the best.  Love Tabitha".  That is, apparently, what she said to write.  She did the drawing:


No flashy gifts, by request - after he bought me my beautiful Schlumberger ring at Tiffany's on our holiday, I said he was well and truly off the hook!  We will go out to dinner to celebrate in a week or so, since I am too busy with preparations for Tabby's party today.  Tonight, though, we ordered a wonderful spread of takeaway from Choi's, a brilliant Chinese restaurant near us, and I got to pick the DVD.  After a day flat-out cooking for Tabitha's party tomorrow, that was exactly what I felt like!

My parents also brought over some flowers - would you believe, the same sort of roses?!  These are from one of my favourite florists, in Maling Road Canterbury.  They always present their bouquets so beautifully - several layers of paper and cute details such as a wooden pegged name tag:




Mum also brought over some breakfast cupcakes:


Thursday was Tabitha's actual first birthday, of course.   The Daddy took the morning off work, and we had French toast and then went for a nice long walk.  For lunch, my mother and cousin and I took Tabitha to the Collingwood Children's Farm.  She had a great time!  While we were eating our lunch, a very large hen pecked around at our feet, eating the scraps we fed it.  After lunch, we walked around the farm, feeding the goats, sheep, horses, donkey and pigs.  There is also a brilliant 'guinea pig room' with lots of guinea pigs, all different ones, for you to cuddle.  I love guinea pigs - so does Tabby!  Unfortunately, I forgot to take the camera, so no good photos - just a couple of snaps from the iPhone:

Eating her lunch - a chunky beef sausage roll:


Patting a beautiful ginger guinea pig called Marmalade:



Watching mumma feed the goats:


The Daddy and I gave Tabitha a beautiful hard-cover, colour illustrated book of Charlotte's Web.  It is a real favourite of both of us.  I can't wait to read it to her one day!


A package arrived for Tabitha from my aunt - her great aunt - in Tasmania.  My aunt owns a lovely little Steiner and educational toy store in Hobart, called Lyrebird (they post nationally, and their prices are better than the same products at stores in Melbourne, by the way).  It is a fabulous store, a tiny treasure box overflowing with beautiful wooden and colourful toys, books and craft supplies.  She sent two little hand-made felt sheep (sheep and a lamb), a book about farm animals, and a gorgeous lamb painted card.


Tabitha's great grandmother - my mother's mother - sent a very enormous porcelain doll, and a card which, when opened, features the sound of kitties meowing to the tune of 'happy birthday'.  She adores it - her whole face erupts into a grin as soon as the singing starts!


Preparations for the party are in full swing.  Lots of cooking and errands.  It's extra fun with a cheeky toddler underfoot - thankfully, Tabitha is mostly content to empty the tupperware drawer and kitchen cupboards while I cook.  It does get a little squishy in my tiny kitchen, though!



It seems that watching me cook so much has started to rub off on Tabitha - on her own accord, she went to the corner cupboard, got out a Pyrex bowl, filled it with 'ingredients' she found on the floor: a jar of pink sparkly dragees, a small purple plastic toy and a measuring cup.  The then found a spatula, and sat on the floor stirring her bowl!  I was completely astounded!  I may be biased, but it seems to be very close to 'cooking' for a one year old...



Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Reflections on the First Year

Tomorrow, Tabitha turns one.  This time last year, I was in labour - at this time, I'd been in labour for nearly 40 hours...  7 hours later, my little girl finally made her entrance!  It was long and pretty intense, but still a brilliant experience - it is incredibly empowering to make it through 45 hours of labour.  Even at its worst, I recall giving 'pain scale' readings of around 8, maybe one 9.  Never 10.  It was never truly *unbearable* - and as soon as it was over (within minutes!) I was talking about doing it all over again.  I truly look forward to the next birth, although I would be lying if I didn't admit I'm hoping for a labour of less than 24 hours next time.

I know I've said it before - but one day, I will get around to writing a post about the birth.  I've written up my birth story already, for my midwives, but it is literally pages long, and probably too detailed for a blog!

Anyway, here are just a few of the things which have surprised me about this first year:
  • I'm not as tired as I feared I would be.  This is strange, because I am actually getting less sleep than I thought I would be, by one year old.  I had hoped that Tabitha would be sleeping through the night by one, but she still wakes 3-hourly (sometimes more, sometimes a little less) overnight to feed.  The thing is, however, is that now I have just accepted this, and stopped fretting about it, I feel pretty good!  I try and go to bed early, I sleep in a little some mornings (The Daddy gets Tabitha up, changes her and gives her breakfast while I nap or just lie in bed, until around 8 or so).  I rest during the day.  The vague tiredness is always there, but it is not debilitating.
  • My days are fairly mundane, yet I am finding incredible fulfillment in the gentle rhythm of our days, and in the small excitements I share with Tabby.  Most days are the same:  wake up, go for a walk outside (to get a coffee or a smoothie).  Come home, play on the floor.  She naps from around 10:30 - 12pm.  We then have some lunch, and go out, spending a few hours doing errands, visiting friends, going shopping.  Home by 3:30pm for her next nap, which normally goes until 4:30 or 5pm.  More playing, then dinner, quiet play, then bedtime at 7 or 7:30pm.  It's not terribly thrilling, but I find an almost Zen-like joy in the quiet, unhurried repetition of the same routine each day.
  • The housework is not overwhelming.  The washing is not piling up.  I am managing to cook nutritious meals.  I only have one child - I cannot imagine the differnce having two or more makes - but I was terrified, when I was pregnant, that I would not be able to cope.  I thought that the days would be an endless battle against disorder and chaos!  It is just not like that.  During the morning nap, I do washing, ironing, tidy the house, put away dishes, get myself showered and dressed.  Then I have time to sit and read for a bit.  During the afternoon nap, I start on dinner prep, tidy the house again, maybe do some more washing.  Again, I generally have a little time to sit back.  Overall, with my one little girl, I have a lot more 'me time' than I had predicted.
  • Tabitha is such a joy, with far more personality and humour than I knew was possible in such a young person.  I always wondered how parents managed to read the same books, play the same games, laugh at the same tricks over and over again.  I now know that it is because your own child is so endlessly fascinating, so incredibly hilarious, so heart-achingly beautiful that you can watch them sleep for hours and never get bored.
I don't know why, but before we had a baby, and while I was pregnant, I worked myself up into a bit of a state - I knew that I wanted to be a mother (more than anything) and that I wanted to be a stay-at-home mother, but I feared my life would become an endless stretch of exhaustion, washing, dishes, repetitive games and maybe even some boredom.  Nothing could be further from the reality!  Granted, my baby doesn't have any special needs, but things are much, much easier than I thought they would be.  

I was warned so often, when pregnant, by articles, books, experts - "life will not be a Huggies commercial!  You will not spend the days tickling your happy giggling baby, with neat piles of clean washing, painted nails and a delicious cake in the oven!".  Well, that doesn't describe every day.  But there are days like that - lots of them!  There are a few crappy days, when I spend all day gritting my teeth, when Tabitha and / or me are ill, or when the house is a mess and I'm too tired to care.  But overall, the fantastic days by far outweigh the challenging days.

The birth?  Even at 45 hours, not as dreadful as I feared it might be.  The early days?  Not as exhausting as I predicted (thanks in part to a freezerful of nutritious meals and some great support from The Daddy, my parents and close friends).  General day-to-day mothering?  Far more joyful, hilarious and soul-enriching than I could have hoped.  The only major thing which was (much) harder than I thought it would be was breastfeeding, in the initial weeks and months (see my breastfeeding story HERE for more information).

And you know what?  Even though there is a lot more washing, it is such cute washing that it hardly seems like hard work.  Check out yesterday's ironing - it's like playing doll dress-ups!


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Stew Pie and other bits

We spent Monday (Queen's Birthday public holiday) at my parents' house.  My little sister had a few school friends over - they made a large batch of decorated cupcakes for their teacher's birthday, the next day.  All of the class was in on it - it was for his 'surprise party' in the morning.  See below - suitably 'manly' cake decorations such as soccer ball candles and blue/purple/green icing:

My sister's little dog, Posie, has finally started to chill out - she is a couple of years old, and growing out of the puppy stage.  She's a tiny, sweet, soft little thing - and look how daintily she crosses her legs when she lies down.  Too cute:


In the evening, we had takeaway Chinese (plenty of Peking duck, delicious).  My cousin, Juliette, just turned 18, and is visiting for the week from Tassie.  She doesn't eat gluten, so I whipped up a quick 'guilt free chocolate cake', which doesn't contain gluten or butter.  Without the cream on top, it is both gluten-free and dairy-free, so a good recipe to have up your sleeve.  The recipe is still at mum's, but if anyone wants it, I can post it.
Here is Juliette with her cake:


The texture is nice - almost chewy, like a macaron, thanks to the almond meal.  With some simple whipped cream on top, and shaved dark chocolate, it's nice and simple:


Tabitha certainly enjoyed her little piece!


After dinner, my sister managed to pin Tabitha still for long enough to put her hair in a little 'pony tail'.  I'm not sure Tabitha was all that impressed:


Back to the stew - you might have seen that yesterday I cooked a supersized batch of beef stew.  For dinner tonight, I made a 'stew pie', which is as simple as anything, and a nice way to mix things up when you do a large batch.
Simply pile the stew into a pie dish, or a couple of ramekins (depending on how many people you are serving), then press a layer of puff pastry over the top.  Bake at 220 degrees for around half an hour, or until the top is puffed and golden, and the pie filling hot.  You can certainly warm the pie filling first, if you like, which will reduce the cooking time a little.

You can buy very good pre-made puff pastry at the supermarket.  I like the Careme brand, though I often also keep Borg's organic in the fridge (below).  Borg's is very decent - all it contains is organic unbleached flour, butter, sea salt and 'Otway ranges water'.  It is about a third of the price of the Careme, from memory, so is a good choice for something like a pie.


When I am making a pie for dinner, just for us, with no guests, I do not bother with fancy crimping or decorative tops - too hard when balancing a toddler against one leg!




Tabby loves stewed meat, it is a real favourite:


Plenty for the freezer - massive serves, and some single lunch-sized serves:


Also on the Queen's Birthday weekend, we caught up with Tabitha's Grandpa Mark (The Daddy's father).  Grandpa Mark flew down from Queensland to see Tabby for her birthday, and brought with him the MOST enormous, gorgeous teddy bear - he has luscious fur, heavy, jointed limbs, and a swivel head with a quizzical expression.  He is nearly as tall as Tabitha when he stands up - and she is enamored with him, squealing when she first saw him.  Of course, she's not old enough to name her toys yet - so for now, he is Teda:


Tabitha has started going to 'Occasional Care' on a Friday morning - the session is three hours, though I only leave her for 1.5 or so hours, because she's still getting used to it.  She seems to like it - lots of babies to play with (normally about 6 others, all aged between one and two) and three lovely, older women, who give the babies plenty of cuddles and attention.  There is plenty of play equipment and toys, stories to be read, an outdoor area, and painting and craft activities.  

Because Tabitha is with me all day, every day, I think it is good for her to have an hour or so each week to play away from me - gradually introducing her to the idea of fun without 'mum-mum', so that Kindergarten and the like are not such a rude shock one day!  I have not been at all sad about leaving her - the women are so lovely and the centre is so nice (in fact, I went to the same occasional care center when I was a young 'un!).

So now, she has her own little backpack (pink and purple with bugs and flowers), her own labeled drink bottle, and her own little labeled containers - so I can send along her fruit and sandwich.  My, it feels like she is SO grown up when I pack her little sandwich on a Friday morning!

I found these gorgeous little containers:


Oh, Tabitha has started doing the cutest little thing!  We have a tall wine rack in our kitchen, built-in - we've removed most of the wine, since we don't want Tabby breaking any of the bottles, but she still loves the rack.  She finds all sorts of things around the house, then crawls with them into the kitchen, to post them in the 'pigeon holes' of the wine rack!  She only ever puts one thing in each hole, and she puts all sorts of treasures in there, storing them for later.  It makes me absolutely hysterical with laughter - today, as below, I found:  a bit of soggy crumpet, a plastic cup, a wooden block, a cardboard flier from a local restaurant, a small body lotion bottle and a purple dummy (goodness knows where that came from, must have been hidden away for months!)

Here is the first ever 'artwork' that Tabitha brought home, from her occasional care.  Apparently she had *some* help, but this is a fish bowl with some blue fish stamped on with paint.  She certainly had plenty of blue paint on her hands and face!


It is on the fridge.  I have, however, received some excellent advice - take a photo of every artwork, so you have a record, then you can discard them without guilt.  Otherwise we are sure to accumulate an absolute mountain of art!

Today, my best friend Amy took Tabitha shopping along Chapel Street for an hour while I had my hair cut.  They had a great time, apparently, and I got to enjoy a cup of tea while I had a few much-needed inches lopped off my hair.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Stewtorial

This morning, after breakfast, I decided to make the morning a little productive and get a stew in the oven.  While stews are renowned as an easy meal to throw together - simple ingredients, minimal preparation, then just allow time to cook for a few hours - I never used to find them so easy.  This is because I would try too hard:  multiple fresh herbs, pancetta, several types of vegetable, slicing everything uniformly.  My stews were still relatively simple, but they were not the 'throw everything in and forget about it' type of dish I had hoped for.

Fast forward a few years, and I have chilled out a little.  I now know that if I use the absolute basic ingredients - beef, onions, carrots, potatoes, celery, tinned tomato, some stock (or not), some wine (or not) - my stew will still be absolutely delicious.  While it is fine, of course, to add elements such as fresh herbs, bacon, button mushrooms, cognac, and to dice everything in perfect cubes, it is still completely, 100 per cent worth making a stew with bare basic elements.

A stew at its most basic can be put together, first thing in the morning, without really concentrating.  Some mindless chopping, a little browning, some peeling and stirring.  This barely-there effort will reward you, a few hours later, with the most beautifully fragrant kitchen, and enough delicious beef stew for several meals - on it's own, with mashed potato or rice, or in a simple pie.

This morning, I made my stew while The Daddy played his guitar with Tabitha in the living room.  I stood in the kitchen, slicing and chopping, gazing out the window into the foggy garden, watching the cats wrestle, listening to Tabby 'singing' along to the guitar.  I sipped some tea.  It was a thoroughly relaxing morning, not at all arduous, and I now have enough stew to serve roughly twelve generous serves - all for under $25, or less than $2 a serve.

So I will share with you this basic stew tutorial - a 'Stewtorial' - in case you are not yet a convert to stew cookery...

You will need:
  • 2kg of stewing beef - I like Gravy Beef, AKA Shin Beef, which is basically the Osso Bucco cut without the bone.  Chuck Steak, from the shoulder, is also excellent.
  • 2 large or three smallish potatoes
  • 3 carrots
  • 3 stalks of celery
  • 2 onions
  • A can of whole or crushed tomatoes
  • 2 glasses of red wine
  • Around 500ml beef stock, water, or a combination
  • 1/4 cup plain flour, a tablespoon or so of paprika, salt and pepper
  • 2 bay leaves

Peel the potatoes, and chop into roughly 1-inch cubes:


Peel the carrots, and cut into roughly 2cm slices:


Chop the celery stalks into 1-2cm pieces:


Peel and quarter the onions.  Now, this may be my favourite part of stew - I absolutely despise chopping onions.  I have incredibly sensitive eyes, and find that onions always make my eyes sting, stream and burn.  So any recipe requiring quartered onions instead of chopped or sliced onions is tops in my book!  Otherwise, I tend to chop my onions in the food processor.


This is an excellent recipe if the worms in your worm farm are a little peckish - a mountain of scraps from carrot, celery and potatoes.  It is not a bad idea to blitz all of your veggie scraps in the food processor, if you happen to have it out, because the worms find it much easier, and it will turn into worm compost much quicker, with less chance of mould, if it's in a fine chop, instead of large pieces.  But it's fine to just dump it in to the worm farm - or compost heap - as is, of course:


Back to the stew.  Combine the flour, paprika, salt and pepper in a large bowl:


Many butchers will sell you stewing beef already cubed.  Even if you want a different cut - for example, my butcher sells cubed chuck, but I generally prefer gravy/shin - most butchers will happily cube it up while you wait.  Their knives are much heavier and sharper then most of ours, so it makes sense to let them do the hard work.
Last night, however, I got stuck buying my meat at the supermarket (long story), so my gravy beef came in slices of shin.  No matter - each slice of shin needs to get cut into around 4 pieces, each piece roughly 1 - 2 inches square.

Here is the chopped beef - all meat for stewing has plenty of fat and sinew.  Fat and sinew melt away during the slow cooking process, turning the meat into the tender, slightly gelatinous beef that makes stew so delicious:


Toss each of the pieces of beef in the flour mixture, coating well, then shaking off the excess.  Just like when I make schnitzel and end up with fat crumbed fingers, I always used to get gummy, floury hands from this, so now I always use tongs.  A simple thing, but saves time and annoyance:


2kg of gravy beef, coated in flour/paprika/salt/pepper:


Coat the bottom of a heavy saucepan or enamel casserole (I use a 26cm round Le Creuset, roughly 5.3 litres, though ideally this would be done in a slightly larger pot) with a generous amount of olive oil, and heat to medium-high heat.
Brown the beef, in batches, so that the pieces to not touch in the pan - it is important to do this in small enough batches, as you want the high heat to seal and brown the meat quickly.  If you overcrowd the pan, the meat will take longer to brown, and will start to toughen.


Once the bottom of each piece is well browned, turn the pieces over and brown the other sides.


For me, 2kg of beef requires roughly 4 - 5 batches in the 26cm pot.  You may need to add a dash more olive oil as you go, and you may need to adjust the heat a little as you go.  When each batch is well browned, remove and set aside in a large bowl:


By the time all of the beef is browned, the bottom of your pot will be pretty nasty!  Lots of almost-burnt flour and meat remnants firmly stuck to the bottom.  This is good, this is what you want.  Now you need to tip your two glasses of wine into the pan and, over high heat, scrape vigorously with your wooden spoon (do not use metal in an enamel pan).  As the wine comes to a boil (cooking off the alcohol), the stuck-on bits at the bottom will easily come away, deglazing from the pot, until you have a basically clean bottom:


Now, tip into the pot with the wine all of the beef, its juices, and all of the vegetables:
 

Add the tomatoes and the stock / water:


Give it all a brief mix - you can see that my 5.3 litre pot just barely fits all of this in!


Add your bay leaves, and poke them down into the mixture.  I never used to see the point of bay leaves - I'd only smelt supermarket bay, from a jar, and it never had any discernible smell.  Then one day I bought a large bunch of freshly dried bay leaves from the farmers' market - wow, what a beautiful aroma!  Now I am biding my time until I have room to grow my own bay tree.  Apparently, it grows very well in a large pot.


Bring the stew to a gentle simmer on the stove, and then transfer into a preheated 180 degree oven OR a preheated 130 degree oven.  In a 180 degree oven, the stew will need 2 - 3 hours.  In a 130 degree oven, the stew can happily cook for 5+ hours.

If you are cooking at 180 degrees, it is worth checking on the stew every hour - give it a stir, make sure there is still plenty of liquid (if it is starting to look dry, add a little more water or stock), and check that it is gently bubbling - if it is boiling, or bubbling too rapidly, turn down the heat a little.

The stew is done when the meat is so tender that it can be easily pulled apart with a fork or spoon.  It should be melting, and require almost no chewing.
Stews improve with age, so it is worth letting this cool, then keeping it in your fridge for a couple of days - you can remove any solidified fat that comes to the surface, if you prefer.  You can then reheat some of the stew, then freeze the rest in appropriately sized portions - it will happily keep in the freezer for a few months or so.

In fact, you can use one or more of the servings to make a pie, just to mix things up a little.  At its simplest, you simply pile the stew into a pie dish (or a few smaller ramekins) and then cover the top with a layer of defrosted puff pastry (all butter puff, which is easy to find and tastes a million times better).  Cut a few slits in the top, for the steam to escape, brush lightly with milk or melted butter, and bake at 220 degrees Celsius for as long as it takes for the top to get crispy and golden (25 or so minutes, generally).  You could also first line your pie dish with some shortcrust pastry, if you'd like.

This dish would work well in a pressure cooker - the entire cooking time would be well under an hour.  Sadly, I do not yet own a pressure cooker (not enough kitchen space for any new pots), but if I did, I would certainly have used it.  If you would like a pressure cooker, I recommend this Australian website - http://www.pressurecooker.com.au/  They have an excellent range, all for hugely discounted prices, and are really helpful over the phone or email.  You can only ever fill the pressure cooker up 2/3 full, so for this stew (which is a truly enormous quantity) you would need something of 9 litres or more.  My choice would probably be the Tefal Clipso Control Plus 10 Litre, or the Fissler Vitavit Comfort 10 Litre.

You can also cook stew over very low heat on the stove for a couple of hours - you want it to be barely simmering.  A 'simmering mat' from a cooking store can help you achieve a very low heat, if your stove won't go low enough.

Once you've cooked the basic stew once or twice, you might want to try some other variations - you could add button mushrooms (just for the last hour or so), shallots, some sliced garlic, some cubed speck, bacon or pancetta (I'd brown it first, personally), some fresh thyme, oregano or rosemary, a few slivers of lemon rind, some olives, or some roasted eggplant/capsicum/zucchini (roast it and then add to the stew for the last hour).

It is worth remembering that, per kilogram of beef, you'll generally need around 3 cups / 750ml of liquid.  I tend to use a mixture of tinned tomatoes, wine and beef or veal stock.  As long as you have this ratio right, you can pretty much do whatever you want - even adding no vegetables, just stewing the meat in some stock, wine and tomato, with some herbs, for a lovely pie filling, or to shred as a sort of ragu for pasta.

We didn't end up eating this tonight - we had dinner at my parents', and I like to leave a stew to sit for at least a day in the fridge - so I will post a photo of the finished product tomorrow night.  I had a sneaky taste, though, and it is delicious.
 
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