Nibble & Stitch

A Meal to Remember

2010-04-04T11:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, hubby and I played hookie from household chores, and took a trip across the border. The destination was uncertain, although Seattle was a definite possibility. Not for any particular reason other than it was a comfortable distance for a day trip.

We stopped in Lynden for gas and coffee, then checked out a cute little quilt shop before making our way down to Bellingham and a few more quilt shops. I must have the most patient hubby in the world, as he doesn't mind stopping as many times as necessary to feed my quilting addiction! Then we worked our way south, meandering along country roads for a scenic change from the I-5, stopping here and there and eventually reaching Seattle in the late afternoon.

I love Pike Place Market. The bounty of fresh and unusual fruits and veggies, flowers, herbs, seafood, cheeses and breads overwhelms the senses. The bustle and noise of the vendors and buskers. Women in stiletto heels on cobblestone, perfectly groomed men in their cashmere coats. Scruffy homeless folk, hoping for the spoils as the market closes for the day. Panel vans jam the street. For me, this is the heartbeat of the city.

We strolled the length of Post Alley, peering at menus, trying to decide where to eat. French, Italian, Greek, Irish, and more. Tonight would be a splurge for us; on our modest budget it is rare that we will spend two-weeks' grocery money on one meal out. It had literally been years since the last time, so we decided we were due.

We chose an Italian restaurant tucked under the market, called Il Bistro. Welcoming warmth greeted us as we entered the cozy and intimate dining room, with white linen-covered tables, fresh flowers and candlelight, and professional, courteous service.

For starters, hubby chose Bruschetta al Pomodoro -- grilled Tuscan bread with vine-ripened tomatoes, garlic, basil and olive oil.*

I chose to begin with the Carpaccio -- thinly sliced beef tenderloin with red onion, Parmesan, capers, arugula and truffle oil.*

Then we shared the Insalata Spinaci -- organic spinach with orange segments, goat cheese, fennel and a vermouth vinaigrette.

Hubby's entree choice was the evening special -- no menu description to help me I'm afraid, but it was two beautiful jumbo prawns on a bed of penne with vodka cream sauce and fresh Italian olives.

I forgot to copy my entree description as well -- Roast chicken served atop meyer lemon risotto with mascarpone and olives. To die for!

Fortunately we still had room for dessert. Hubby chose the Torta Mascarpone, cheesecake with an almond biscotti crust and lemon curd glaze, raspberry coulis and fresh berries.

I finished my meal with Torta Cioccolato -- a flourless chocolate espresso tort with raspberry coulis and sweetened mascarpone.

A wonderful evening, impeccable service, and excellent food. The servings were just big enough to be fully satisfying, and still leave you with that not-quite-too-full feeling -- important for the long drive home. Indeed, a meal to be remembered.

* These descriptions were taken directly from the restaurant's website: ilbistro.net.

Mac and Cheese DeLuxe

2010-03-24T08:37:00.000-07:00

Late last summer I made the decision to make some dietary changes. I don't have serious food allergies, I'm not celiac or diabetic, but I had discovered through trial and error that some foods had a negative effect on my physical well-being. One of those that seemed to have a major impact was gluten.

Going gluten-free was pretty easy in the late summer and fall. I shopped at the farmers market every week, ate lots of salad and berries and fish and chicken. Without bread or pasta in my life, I started to lose weight without trying -- bonus! But then the cooler weather set in, the time of year when we turn to slow-cooked comfort foods, and it got a bit harder. (I had also chosen to eliminate the nightshade family -- potatoes, tomatoes, eggplant, peppers) Thanksgiving dinner without mashed potatoes and gravy, no bread stuffing. Christmas without baking. No more fish and chips, a favourite quick meal out. No pizza.

One dish I've been particularly craving has been mac and cheese. Don't ask me why; I never eat KD, and former pasta dishes usually had meat or veggie sauces. But I wanted rich and gooey mac and cheese.

Time to get creative in the kitchen. Now I'm no moderndaymartha and I seldom use recipes as more than guidelines. This can be a problem; When my experiment is a success, I don't always remember how to repeat it. And even more difficult when I get asked for the recipe. So primarily for my own benefit, here's what I did last night:

Preliminaries: Cooked about 500 g of rice pasta in salted water; grated about 125 g each of asiago and aged cheddar cheeses. (next time, undercook the pasta -- it continues to soften in the sauce.)

1. Chopped up couple slices of prosciutto -- bacon would do -- sauteed in saucepan.
2. Added some olive oil -- let's say 1 tbsp.
3. Sauteed minced clove of garlic and 1/2 c diced onion.
4. Added some rice flour -- wheat flour will do -- let's say 1 tbsp. Stirred all together; cooked a bit.
5. Stirred in about 2 cups of light cream, brought up to boiling temp then down to just below simmer.
6. Stirred in a handful of grated cheese at a time until melted.
7. Stirred in 1/2 pkg of goat cheese with truffle until melted -- would use the whole package next time.
8. Stirred in some other finely grated cheese I found in the fridge -- I think it was Parmesan, maybe 1/2 cup.
9. Found some sour cream in the fridge so threw that in too -- again, maybe 1/2 cup.
10. Seasoned with fresh ground pepper and freshly grated nutmeg.
11. Mixed with the cooked pasta, transferred to a baking dish and popped into a 350 oven for a while -- probably about 1/2 hour. Could have topped with buttered crumbs but didn't.
12. Served hubby once..... twice...... and then he packed up the rest for his lunch today. Huh. I was the one with the craving. Guess it passed the taste test.

Maybe I'll eventually remember to take pictures before we eat it all.

Me-oh-me-oh-my, Wasn't That a Party!

2010-03-09T09:26:00.000-08:00

I was one of the many that said she wasn't going anywhere near Vancouver when the Olympics came to town -- traffic snarls, high prices, total chaos -- who needs it? Tickets to an event never got a second thought -- I knew (or assumed) I could never afford them anyway. Then, as the Langleys prepared for the arrival of the torch, as local residents started wearing more and more red, as parties and festivities and celebrations took place, I started to get caught up in the mounting excitement. I watched the Opening Ceremonies on TV, and I was bitten. "Let's take the train into town tomorrow," I said to hubby, "and just wander around and take in some of the atmosphere."

A city transformed.

Our first revelation came after we decided to take a chance on Sunday traffic and drive across the Port Mann. Hubby's sister lives near Metrotown; we could park at her place and take the Skytrain from there. Now normally on a Sunday the traffic is backed up some distance to get across the bridge -- what's this? No traffic! We got across to Metrotown faster than ever. As we joined strangers on the street walking toward the station, all wearing a little (or a lot of) red, a sense of urgency seemed to develop and the pace quickened -- the party had already started and no one wanted miss a thing!

The train filled rapidly as we sped into town -- young families, groups of teenagers, excited tourists, seniors. Red everywhere. People jostling, crowding, squeezing in -- but no complaints, all happy, smiling, on their way to the party. Where to get off? Science World? -- no, let's go farther into town. Stadium? -- okay, let's see what's here. We disembark with no maps, no clue of what is where and what one should see first. We'll just follow the crowds.

Crowds -- and line-ups!

And follow we did. We stood in line-ups that either moved quickly or came to a complete stop as eyes were riveted to big screens, hearts in mouths, watching Canada's finest do their best. We chatted with strangers. We walked down the middle of streets normally filled with angry traffic, now filled with happy people. We watched and waited as street performers worked their way to the big moment, but never really quite delivered. We listened to music from all parts of the country and the globe. We stood, transfixed again by the big screen in Ontario House with hundreds of proud Canadians stomping, jumping, cheering, ringing bells as Alexandre Bilodeau catapulted his way to a Gold medal. The crowd was delirious with Olympic fever as were we, a fever that was to last another two weeks.

Did I mention the crowds?

Individuals within the crowds

Night falls on the Olympic venues

Two more trips into Vancouver followed. We saw the flame, by day and by night. We watched fireworks and laser light shows. We stood in more lineups. We watched more big screens. We walked and we walked and we walked and we walked. And we were proud.

A Walk in the Park

2010-02-03T08:53:00.000-08:00

It's been a busy and stressful week both at home and at work. Our PC at home crashed, and hubby has spent countless hours (not to mention dollars) rebuilding, reformatting, reinstalling, reloading. It still doesn't work, seems to be an issue with at least one of the new components so it's now in the shop for diagnostics. Then I've been sewing like a demon trying to meet a quilting deadline, and work has been super busy with big deliveries of exciting new products, while the boss is away at a trade show. I'm feeling in serious need of some down time.

One way that I like to stress down is going for long walks. These photos were taken last fall while hiking through Campbell Valley Park, and take me back for just a few moments of calm and serenity. Enjoy.

Paint The Town Red

2010-01-27T00:31:00.000-08:00

This is a story of a simple quilt.

Some background first: I belong to the Langley Quilters' Guild, a group of very busy quilters that has trouble saying no. The guild members make quilts for seniors, for kids fighting cancer, for at-risk newborns, for hospices and transition homes, for families of fallen soldiers. They give generously of their time, talent and precious fabric stashes. They also make quilts to celebrate births and graduations and weddings and anniversaries. These quilts become expressions of sympathy and compassion, of love and caring, of joy and happiness.

In October of 2009, the Guild was approached by a representative of one of the many groups involved in the organization of the Olympic festivities in the Langleys. Would we like to donate a quilt to be raffled off, with proceeds towards helping out Olympic hopefuls on their journey to the podium? Of course we said yes! A simple theme of red maple leaves on a white background was chosen. A month later forty-eight maple leaf blocks were turned in, and I volunteered to put them together into a quilt.

I put the quilt blocks up on the design wall -- so many different shades of red, so many different prints! I tried to follow up with the organization that had wanted the quilt, only to find there had been a change of membership, a raffle liscense had not been obtained, and no-one really knew what to do. So thank you very much, but we don't want it anymore. At least the blocks suited my red and white Christmas decor.

Not really knowing where the quilt would end up, I started to work with the red and white blocks that had been made to celebrate and commemorate our Olympic athletes. As I looked more closely at them, I found some that were really gold-medal worthy -- exact seam allowances, perfect points, first-rate fabrics. Others would not make it to the podium. Some needed a little extra help, a bit more care and attention to be able to join the rest. As I put the blocks together, I thought about the annonymous quilters that had made them. I could see them sorting through fabrics, each selecting her own version of the perfect red. I could see them working carefully, some faster than others to produce to the very best of their abilities. Some of these quilters have decades of experience, others are beginners with a long way to go. But the care and effort that went into each block, and the feelings and emotions expressed by them are the common thread that join them together into a quilt of celebration. Each block in that quilt is as important and significant as the next. Individually our blocks may not say much but together, we have a quilt that cheers loudly: Go Canada Go!

My Journey

2010-01-23T13:05:00.000-08:00

And so it is that I have decided to blog. My husband can't understand why. He thinks it very egocentric. Why would strangers be interested in what I say, how I feel, what I think? What if nobody reads it? What if they do, and nobody likes it? What would I even write about anyway -- it's not like I lead a wonderfully exciting life after all. I get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, go to bed, rinse and repeat. What's to tell?

But that is precisely why this need is so strong. Who am I? What have I done with my life, and what will I do with the rest of it? This blog will chronicle the journey of my life, and my journey of self-discovery. Perhaps some will read it, and enjoy it, and get to know me. Of course I want to be read and liked. But most importantly, *I* need to get to know and like me, and I'm hoping this blog will help me do just that.

So this blog is not a business journal, or a recipe collection, or quilting lessons. It's not a travelogue, or a health diary. It's not a photo album or Mom's brag book. It will undoubtedly be all of those and more. let's see where it takes me. Let the journey begin!