Keep Clam and UCONN

The nutrition challenge at my gym is over. And not a moment too soon, because yesterday I accidently stumbled and somehow fell into Molly Moon’s Ice Cream (now at University Village!). Imagine the odds. On top of that it seemed the only thing that softened the fall was a single-scoop of Stumptown Coffee ice cream in a waffle cone. I hate when that happens.That’s a lie. I LOVE when that happens.

Side note. This post is longer than usual. Skip down to the bottom for the one measly recipe I’ve included.

Anyway, this is actually a blog about home. Connecticut, to be exact, my home for the first 18 years of my life. As I’m nearing the end of my 38th year, there is some simple math here. I’ve lived outside of CT for longer than I lived in it. I’ve lived in other cities, mainly Chicago and now Seattle. And, I’ve rooted for other city’s sports teams. I was born a Celtics fan, but you can’t live in Chicago in the mid-90s and NOT be a Bulls fan (Three-Peat!). I’ve gone back to my Celtic-cheering roots, especially that time where they had my man Ray Allen there.  I am somewhat of a Patriots fan. I call them my favorite AFC team. But the honest truth about my fandom there is that I have had a crush on Tommy Brady since the 2000s, and again, that pesky math will show that is a time after moved away from CT. You see, we were a basketball family.

Speaking of basketball, and here’s the moment you’ve been waiting for … I have always, and will always, be a UCONN basketball fan. It’s the only college basketball team I’ve ever cheered for. I remember the first March Madness season I watched. It was the year UCONN made it to the Elite Eight. It was the year of the “The Shot,” a full-court pass from Scottie Burrell to Tate George for the game-winning basket with a second on the clock. It was AMAZING. I’m picturing it in my head right now. I couldn’t even tell you who they were playing because, that’s not the stuff I remember. (I just looked it up. It was Clemson, and the year was 1990). All I know is it that dream season ended with an encounter with Duke and Christian Laettner. But I was hooked, along with the rest of my little state. I’ve never forgotten, and every March Madness I lug out my UCONN sweatshirt (it must be 20 years old now). My UCONN pajama bottoms (random buy from my sis), and the other swag with the hopes of capturing that feeling again. Hometown pride.

When my adopted current hometown city went all gaga for Gonzaga, when, once upon a time, the UW Huskies were actually good for a spell, I quietly nodded and smiled. Because that’s the polite thing to do. And, I’m a polite gal from the East Coast. Also, it’s easy to be polite when you know deep down that your team is way better. Am I Right?

I’m not really a trash-talker, and actually I’m kind of nervous I’ve said too much, so I’ll just go back to my polite ways and chat a little bit about food. About Connecticut food.

I thought it’d be a good idea to create some kind of menu based on Connecticut food for the first Final Four game. Problem is, the memory I have of eating growing up, was mainly Chinese food. White Rice. Ramen. Whole fish. Steamed cauliflower with these little weird dried shrimp mixed in. Fried Rice. Wontons. Etc.

I was trying to go a little more CT and less me. Oh, and add some paleo into the mix, too, since, technically Saturday/game day was still a challenge day… Here’s how I netted out.

  1. Paleo Clam Chowder. Nearly paleo, if you’re okay with a russet potato, which I was. You could easily swap in a sweet potato but I was feeling rebellious.
  2. Roasted sweet potatoes dusted with fresh-ground nutmeg. Why nutmeg? We’ll, we are talking about the Nutmeg State.
  3. Cranberry Juice Spritzer

Items 2 & 3 inspired by my friend KPM/LC friend marfdaze.

The challenge here was the clam chowder. This paleo version uses cauliflower and coconut milk as its base. The coconut flavor is hidden, but the cauliflower flavor is definitely present. I also couldn’t blend it enough to be entirely creamy. I wouldn’t call it ready for prime-time, and probably not something I’ll be adding to the standard repertoire, but fun and sorta reminiscent of a hearty New England clam chowder.

I had told myself that, should UCONN make it into the national title game this year, I could celebrate by making another rendition of the delicious New England Blueberry Coffee Cake (usually reserved for summer, blueberry season) … But instead I’m gonna go for an Italian Pretzel Grinder from PCC (If you call a sub sandwich a grinder, you just might be from Connecticut) and some Cape Cod potato chips (not technically CT, but definitely a favorite of mine growing up).

Getting excited for the game tonight. Woot!

Paleo Clam Chowder

Paleo Clam Chowdah!

Inspired/Cribbed from Paleo Girl’s Kitchen.

  • 1 head of cauliflower, trimmed into florets
  • 1 large russet potato (or 1 sweet potato, if you want to go full-on paleo), diced
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 1 carrot, 1 celery stalk, diced
  • 2-4 slices of bacon
  • olive oil, ghee
  • thyme, bay leaf
  • 1 can coconut milk (I used light)
  • 1 1/2 chicken broth
  • 2 cans or 1 10 oz can of clams

Preheat the oven to 425. Steam the cauliflower 20 minutes. At the same time as the cauliflower is steaming, place the potatoes on a baking sheet, season with some olive oil, salt and pepper. Roast the potatoes for the same 20 minutes, stirring midway through.

In a dutch oven cook 2 slices of bacon thoroughly. Place the cooked bacon on a paper towel to remove extra grease, then chop. Using the leftover bacon fat (and some more fat, like ghee, if necessary), add the onions to saute. Add carrots, thyme, bay leaf and finally a little bit of the chicken stock to get the sticky stuff off of the bottom of the pan. Turn the heat down on the burner, then slowly add the rest of the chicken stock, then the coconut milk and mix well.

Add the bacon and cauliflower into the mix. When everything is combined and has simmered for 5 or more minutes, either use an immersion blender or transfer some of the soup into a food processor and pulse/process until smooth. I ended up doing 3 – 4 batch of soup in the food processor at a time.

Once everything is back in the dutch oven, add the potatoes, clams and strained clam juice (try to get any extraneous pieces out of the soup). Combine well, season and simmer for another 10-15.

Cook the last two sliced of bacon and use as garnish on top, along with green onions.

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Here are the two Seahawks themed WODs we did, the first was the Friday before the NFC Championship game and the second the Friday before the Super Bowl.
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Big blue Friday!

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Here is the reward for doing said workouts … A Seahawks doughnut from the one and only Top Pot. It’s also the reason I’m going to attempt the Whole 30 this week … Too many doughnuts.
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And the real reward is right here:
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Go Hawks!

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack…

The firm took me and my co-workers out to the ball game yesterday. The M’s hosted the Padres and we had great seats … a couple of suites above the Hit it Here Cafe, in Ichiro‘s turf. It was a terrific view, one that normal folk like me don’t get to experience every day (or every decade). If you’ve ever wondered how the high-rollers, um, roll, well I’m here to tell life is pretty good. Open the fridge to a variety of beers and soda pops. Wine also available if that’s your poison. Before the game, munch on buckets of popcorn and peanuts. Sure, it’s typical ball park fare, which is just up my alley, especially when you’re at a ball game.

My pal Mags declared, “Hot dogs taste better at the ball park,” and I couldn’t agree more. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I even had a hot dog. Oh. Scratch that. Other than the dog I enjoyed two weeks ago at Andrea’s graduation bbq, I can’t remember the last time I even had a hot dog (I remember getting a wiener at the Wiener Circle when I was in grad school … could it have been that long?)

hot dog!

hot dog!

Mine was a simple dog. Ketchup, of course. But then I tried to add relish, but the relish they provided was in a squeeze bottle, and instead all I got was relish juice. Oh well. I did not let that deter me from enjoying said dog. A little potato salad and mac & cheese on the side. Tasty. Mags and I continued to scout out the suite, to see if the catered affair would eventually include some type of sweet dessert. But, alas, I needed to leave a tad early to bus it home to see my sweet little baby and feed her some dinner. Sure enough, as I left the downtown bus tunnels headed home, I received a text/picture message from Mags:
how the high-rollers eat

how the high-rollers eat

Wouldn’t you know it!
Best of all, the M’s won! 9-3. Ichiro scored a home run to lead off the first inning. Can’t get much better than that (well, I suppose if I was able to stick around for a cookie, that would have been pretty swell, too).

Father’s Day

Boston Celtics LogoI talked to my pop on Father’s Day as we were driving home from the husband’s parents’ house on the Eastside. My dad was watching Game 5 of the Celtics/Lakers finals, so we cut the call sorta short. When I was growing up in Hartford Dad and I watched LOTS of Celtics games. Man, that was a good time to be a Celtics fan. I had a near life-sized poster of Kevin McHale hanging on my wall that freaked my mom out if it was sorta dark.  Back in the day, it was all about Larry Bird, Kevin McHale, DJ, Chief, and my favorite (for some strange reason), Danny Ainge. The husband is puzzled as to why I liked Danny Ainge so much. Well, so am I, but he and DJ were my favorites.

Back in the day, the Celtics played 4 games in Hartford every season. One exhibition and three regular season games. I didn’t know it, but as I was watching an aging Larry Bird, I was also getting an opportunity to watch an up and coming Michael Jordan. Who knew? I loved going to those games! I’ll admit, I was much more eager to attend them when I was younger … middle school or maybe even younger. As I grew older, went to high school, and started doing high-school stuff, the games became less of a priority.

I left for college in the fall of ’93, and was heading to a new city with a fresh team. In Chicago, there was a bigger, better sheriff in town, and his name was Air. After growing up in the 80s with a string of Celtics championships, I was about to embark on another dynasty. 70-win seasons, three-peats, it was another great time to be a basketball fan!

I stopped watching basketball 10 years ago when I moved out here to Seattle. The Sonics are in a sorry state right now, with Clay Bennett trying to ship them to Oklahoma City. It’s a sad, sorry thing. While I don’t want them to leave, I certainly don’t feel like paying 100 bucks a ticket to see them play, either.

So, it’s with great pleasure that I can become a fan this time, of my old team, the Celtics. For real. Dad, thanks for taking me to those games. Those are days I won’t soon forget.

Go Celtics!

By the way, here’s a little sampling of what we had for dinner at the in-laws. At the in-laws it was all about Tiger and the U.S. Open. The husband’s father, at some point, deserted us in the dining room and pulled up a chair to the television in the kitchen to watch the last few holes. Then we all ran in to watch the replay of the 18th hole. Father’s Day was a good day for fathers all over.

The hors d’oeuvre: Melon wrapped in prosciutto; pearl onions with salami and cream cheese; a soft cheese with light crackers, and, my favorites, Cool ranch Doritos, Fritos, and guacamole. When has anyone ever called Doritos an hors d’oeuvre?

appetizers via chattycha on flickr

 

The Dinner: Grilled Salmon marinated in a ginger/sesame sauce with a pesto aioli; boiled potatoes and breaded zucchinni.

The dessert: Homemade apple pie (yes, as a matter of fact the mother-in-law and I did compare pie-crust experiences), with vanilla ice cream (not in the pic):

pie via chattycha on flickr

Way to go. A great meal.

Super Bowl, Super Food

A lot of you (okay, a few) have asked me, not who I’m rooting for in the Super Bowl, but what I’ll be eating. Nothing special, actually. I woke up one morning last week and declared to the husband that I wanted Jimmy John’s. He was expecting this after getting a JJ’s flyer in the paper. So the sandwich in the photo is a Turkey Tom from Jimmy John’s. To the upper right, Triscuits with clam dip and a habanero smoked salmon spread. And some Maui potato chips. Of course, it’s balanced out by the celery and carrots (upper left). Hopefully loaded with clam dip and habanero smoked salmon spread.

Super Bowl food via chattycha on flickr

And, if anyone cares, I’m rooting for the Patriots. Yay Tom Brady.

Dinner and a show

Dinner tonight was a special. Pork chops on the bone. Side salad. A little applesauce on the side.

We are watching the post-game coverage of the Red Sox winning the World Series. Yay Sox. Even though the sis lives in CO, I was rooting for Boston. I just saw Lowell and Youkillis spraying champagne on themselves. They were wearing goggles. Goggles? Whatev. I know it stings and all, and probably not a good thing to have alcohol in your eyes. But they look real silly. It’s not like the old days. Ah well.

Yay Sox!

Point, Huskies!

Last night Maggie & I attended the UW Volleyball game vs WSU. Because of poor planning, this was my dinner:

The Huskies started slow. The Cougs led in the first game but eventually the Dawgs got into their groove and won the game. They also won the next two games. Apparently everyone but Maggie & I got the memo that it was costume night. The “best costume” winners of the night: Whoopie Cushion girl and Blind Ref guy. Couldn’t get any decent photos of the costumes (some were quite funny, likee 7-year old Goth Girl). Sorry. But I did catch this one …

These are some tall girls right here.

UW is tied for first in the Pac-10 with Stanford. Stanford comes here for their second match this season (Huskies won the first) in a couple of weeks. I’m hoping the husband will go with me. Should be a great match. Nov. 8, Hec-Ed, if you’re not busy.

Montlake Jake

It was around 9:30 a.m. when I was driving home from practice (Steady state from Gas Works to the Locks and back to the Fremont Bridge, with the return trip at increasing rates every 5 minutes) … you can’t miss the tailgaters waiting for the big game (UW vs. Ohio State). We live about two miles from Husky Stadium. The E-1 Parking lot was packed (and officially full, according to the signs hanging from the pedestrian walkways overhead). So after an errand or two the husband and I walked down to the party to check out the action. Oh, and to buy some new Washington shirts. Funny. I didn’t attend the UW. I went to two other schools. Yet I have more Washington clothing than from the schools I actually attended, total.

My school didn’t do this kind of stuff. I didn’t grow up in a football kind of family. This tailgating culture is foreign to me. It’s sort of like a sociological study to observe the atmosphere. The yelling, the screaming, the ‘everyone wears purple’. With this game in particular, there is a lot of energy in the air. Makes it exciting, win or lose (but better if they win).

In some of the pics (like this one), you’ll notice a single line of people waiting. They are waiting for the Honey Buckets, which are lined up near the fence that separates the parking lot from Montlake Blvd. The boys, instead of waiting in line, strut behind the Honey Buckets and take a leak against the ivy-covered fence. The same fence that separates the parking lot from Montlake Blvd. I saw one guy holding his full cup of beer with his teeth, and peeing at the same time. Eeew!

The husband was amused that I was so shocked. Asked if I took any pictures of them. I didn’t.

By the way, the game is on right now. This guy, Jake Locker. Red-shirt freshman quarterback. He’s got some really good stuff. Lots of kids wearing t-shirts that say “Montlake Jake”or just the #10 jersey. How interesting it seems, to me, that you go to school with this kid and you pay a lot of money to buy and wear a jersey with the guys number. He’s just a kid, can’t forget that.

Here are some pics from the big party.

On cheating

If anyone thinks that Bill Belichik’s $500,000 fine for spying on the Jets was a lot of cashola, consider this. F1 Racing giant McLaren was fined $100 million for their spying/cheating tactics against rival Ferrari. Dang!

I’m a little bummed, because I like the Pats and because cheating sucks. I don’t think that the Patriots’ dominance in the past is because Belichik stole a few signals from opposing teams, so, why do it if you don’t need to? I doubt the players believe that they didn’t win 3 Super Bowls because of some hand signals. But there are always going to be those avid fans that will say so.  

Anyway, I’m not one to jump on bandwagons just to say, Cheater! I do think Barry Bonds cheated. I think he used steroids and he knew he used steroids. And, I don’t understand why people are so impressed with the 756 HRs. Especially the true fans of baseball. Because to me, it’s tainted.

On the otherhand, I wholeheartedly believe that Floyd Landis is innocent, and that he is the winner of the 2006 Tour de France. There is no ruling by any governing body that will make me believe otherwise.

As for Belichik and the Pats, I’m kinda like, eh. Neutral. As long as this doesn’t affect my man Tom Brady, then I’m fine either way.

Maybe it’s just the time of the year. A little too much going on to get too involved in a situation that, ultimately, is a game. Really, folks. It’s just a game.