Saturday, January 9, 2016

What I Love about Queens

After nearly eight years in Queens - eight years in the same building, eight years on the same train line, eight years with shopping, food and anything else one might need outside my front doorsteps - I am moving to the suburbs. Well, technically, I will still be living in New York City, but compared to the hustle and bustle of Queens Boulevard, it is the suburbs.

Right now, I am panicking about the contractor, renovations and move date and mourning the loss of everything I've known for almost a DECADE (I actually like the subway). Seth says it will all work out, but I am not wont to believe him in my current state of overthinking. And generally, I feel incredibly unsettled especially after a long weekend at home focusing on the renovations that haven't begun and the move that is still months away.

Since I am deep in the I can't believe I am leaving Queens funk, I am ringing in 2016 here on The Weekly Salad with a tribute to what I love in Queens. If you are one of my two to three readers, please feel free to add your Queens loves to the comments. As the move becomes more real, I can come back here to add to the list and remind myself that Queens will only be a car ride away. Omigosh. I think the move means I am an adult.

What I Love about Queens (in no particular order)

Food
Places
  • The Unisphere in Flushing Meadows Corona Park
  • The alpacas at the Queens Zoo
  • Forest Hills Gardens (my favorite neighborhood in Queens)
  • The Panorama at the Queens Museum
  • Juniper Valley Park
  • The Coca Cola sign in Gantry State Park
  • Century 21. I know this is a chain, but I live across the street from it. That will never happen again. RIP to the Loehman's that served all of my shopping needs before Century opened.)
  • The Shalimar Diner. Not for the food but for the filming. The Wolf of Wall Street and an episode of Elementary were filmed there.
  • Kew Gardens Cinema not only shows independent films but is also cheap!
  • Citi Field and the Mets
Miscellaneous
  • One of the most diverse counties in the country.
  • Seth grew up here and lived all but five years of his life in this borough.
  • Our local parent friends. It's been so fun watching all of the babies become toddlers.
  • The filming! I love seeing my borough on TV and in movies.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Speculoos Pie

Peanut butter may be my #1, but speculoos aka cookie butter is a close second. While speculoos is now as ubiquitous as its nut-laden cousins, I like to think I am ahead of the curve on this one. Seth and I first tried speculoos at the Wafels & Dinges truck a few years ago. Long before it was available at Trader Joe's, Seth actually ordered speculoos off Amazon for me as a gift. Also, I am and have always been obsessed with Delta cookies.

When Seth requested a new dessert last night, I immediately knew that I wanted to bring speculoos into the mix. After googling speculoos cheesecake and speculoos trifle and coming up with few results that interested me, I decided that speculoos is enough like peanut butter to substitute it in a classic peanut butter pie recipe.

This dessert feels like fall. It would be excellent for Thanksgiving. It is the type of pie you walk by and slice a bit off each time to even it out. And, it is a super easy no-bake dessert.

Not that any of the photos on this blog are worth writing home about, but the above does not dignify the deliciousness of this dessert.

Ingredients:

  • about 1.5 cups of speculoos cookie crumbs
  • 4-6 Tbs melted butter
  • 8 oz block of cream cheese
  • 1/2 cup of speculoos
  • 1/3 cup of powdered sugar
  • 8 oz tub of Cool Whip
  • mini chocolate chips (optional)
Directions:
  1. Make the crust. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix cookie crumbs with melted butter, and if you like, a large handful of mini chocolate chips. Press into a greased pie dish. Bake for about 7 minutes and let cool.
  2. Make filling. Beat cream cheese and powdered sugar. Add speculoos. Fold in Cool Whip.
  3. Assemble pie. Pour filling into crust. Top with mini chocolate chips. 
  4. Refrigerate for 2-3 hours before serving.
You're welcome.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Chocolate Chip Cookie Ice Box Cake aka Happy Birthday 'Murica


Nearly a month past Independence Day, I'm sharing my AMAZING (if I do say so myself) Fourth of July dessert.

1. Since this blog has very few readers (hi, Seth!), there is no shame in posting a festive holiday dessert weeks after the holiday.
2. There is nothing Fourth of July about this dessert beyond its nifty American flag design.

Inspired by the Chocolate Chip Cookie Pudding at Sugar Sweet Sunshine, I created my own version of this delightful treat. I'm also currently obsessed with pudding desserts and take every opportunity to whip out the J-E-L-L-O. Note: Sugar Sweet Sunshine makes their pudding from scratch, but their version of this pudding does not,  I repeat DOES NOT, include cookie dough balls.

This dessert could be classified as a pudding or trifle depending on how one layers its ingredients. For my purposes, it is an ice box cake, since they ingredients are layered twice in an 8"x8" pan. (To make this a pudding, mix all of the ingredients in no particular order; for a trifle, double the amount of pudding and Cool Whip and layer in a trifle dish.)

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Box Cake

  • 1 box of butterscotch pudding prepared per package instructions
  • 1 tub of Cool Whip (real whipped cream would also work; I just like Cool Whip)
  • 1 recipe of egg-free cookie dough balls (I used this recipe and had more than I needed, but I don't think that is a bad thing)
  • 1 recipe of soft chocolate chip cookies or blondies (I used this recipe replacing the candy bars with three types of leftover chocolate chips (I only needed 1 cup of the chips) and had more than I needed, but again, is that really a bad thing? Or you could use store bought cookies.)
  • Crushed Heath Bar
Once all the components are assembled, cut/break the cookies/blondies into small squares (mine were about 1"x1"). Place the cookies/blondies into even rows at the bottom of the pan. Layer half the pudding on top of that. Add rows of cookie dough balls, and sprinkle Heath Bar bits over that. Spread half the Cool Whip over the layers. Repeat! Use left over cookie/blondie pieces, cookie dough balls and Heath Bar bits to decorate the top of the ice box cake. Place in the fridge a few hours for the layers to set - up to overnight. Grab a spoon, and dig in!

P.S. If you love cookie dough as much as I do, check out this recipe compilation

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Mish Mosh Mini Muffins

Update: I started writing this post almost a month ago. We've since finished all but one of the initial batch of mish mosh mini muffins, and I need to make more today. So thank you, Seth, for asking me to write down this recipe, as I am not sure I would remember this otherwise. And now I will finish writing this and post!

Now that I have been a mom for over a year, I'm back to blogging food! While I am sure there will be a mom thing to blog every now and then, the hormones (oh, the hormones) have lifted and my child now eats solid food. A lot of solid food.

Since my blog is just for me (and Seth's Facebook friends), its name will remain The Weekly Salad, but I will blog about whatever I want! (Insert evil laugh here.) Today, I will blog about baby muffins. My daughter LOVES muffins (and muffin-like bars)! I've made her banana oat, banana chia, pumpkin, pumpkin-peanut butter and carrot (update: and carrot-banana, unexpectedly delicious). When baking for my toddler, I strive to use little to no added sugars. The muffins are sweetened with bananas, maple syrup, and my new go-to sweetener, dates.

Notice the subtle green tint from the kale!

The beauty of baby muffins is that I can pack all sorts of healthy things into the recipe, but they still seem somewhat treat-like. My daughter doesn't yet have the dexterity to use utensils, so muffins plus some fruit on the side allow her to feed herself breakfast and shave precious minutes off our morning routine. Most mornings, we sit at the table (and high chair) and have breakfast as a family, and the muffins allow all of us to actually eat. Muffins are also wonderfully portable

My recipe was inspired by this recipe, but note, the below recipe is only a base as most ingredients can be subbed out for other fruits or vegetables.

Mish Mosh Mini-Muffins

  • 1.5 cups oats (ground fine in food processor)
  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 1/2 cup plain Greek yogurt
  • 1 small apple
  • 1 ripe banana
  • handful of carrots and kale, steamed and food proccessed
  • 2 Tbs chia seeds
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 tsp pumpkin pie spice
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 5 dates
  • 2 eggs
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place all ingredients in food processor. Order does matter, depending on what ingredients you use. The items that need more processing (oats, dates, raw apple) should go in first. Ingredients that require less breaking down go in last and can be pulsed in. Bake about 15-20 minutes until muffins feel springy when tapped. Muffins will be dense. Makes 24 large mini-muffins (is that an oxymoron?).

Another update: since I am out of bananas, today's recipe will use 3 large carrots, 1/2 cup apple sauce (no apple) and a large handful of steamed mixed power greens. Instead of pumpkin pie spice, I will use 1/2 tbs of cinnamon and 1/2 tbs of nutmeg, and instead of dates, I will use a 1/4 cup of maple syrup.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

10 Months In: 10 Things I've Learned

In honor of David Letterman's last few months at the helm of the Late Show, I present you with The Weekly Salad's very first top 10 ten list (in descending order of course, but don't take the order too seriously). I've learned a little about parenting and a lot , about myself in just over 10 months of being a mother. This isn't one of those "what I wish I had known" lists. While yes, it would have been nice to have known a few of these things before baby, the learning process is part of the journey. After all, I am nurturing my growth mindset. (Read Mindset by Carol Dweck - it is so worthwhile for parents, managers and just about everyone.)

Without further ado, here are the 10 things I've learned in the past 10 months:

10. The stretch marks fade. The female body is amazing. I grew a baby. How cool is that? Pregnancy is not always comfortable nor is birth or that first postpartum month, but it is worth it. Stretch marks and wider hips be damned; it is a small price to pay for the joy my daughter brings into so many people's lives.

9. My daughter's favorite toy is a paper cup, but our house is filled with baby products. Every parent or grandparent will defend their baby must-haves (I am not a immune. There are a few newborn must-haves I swore by, and my daughter is obsessed with this giant toy). The truth is there really are very few must-haves, but you are going to have a lot of stuff anyway. It is just how it is.

8. Powdered formula isn't sterile. So what? Despite the fear-mongering instructor's warnings in my breastfeeding class, powdered formula is indeed safe for babies (she was right though, it isn't sterile, but then again very little in our lives is sterile). If you live in New York City, go ahead and mix that unsterile powder with tap water, and if your little one doesn't complain, give her the bottle cold.

7. I am ardently feminist. The older I get, the more comfortable I am calling myself a feminist.Whether it is the daily struggle to be a mom and a working professional, the need for national paid maternity leave, the fact that I want to be a good professional role model for my daughter but feel like I am already too close to the glass ceiling or that am scared that 30 years down the line, my daughter will face that same glass ceiling, I feel deeply that women are not equal. And, I want to do something about it.

6. I am different and don't seem to be going back. This article proves it.There must be people out there who have babies and return to their pre-baby selves, but I am not one of those people. I feel totally and utterly changed by motherhood.

5. No, I can't nap when the baby naps. Before my daughter was sleeping through the night, I heard this advice often. It never worked for me. I like my sleep at night Sleep is key to my sanity. Studies have shown that most adults need seven to eight hours of sleep a night. I am one of those most adults. While some people function successfully with less nighttime sleep, I do not. I am my best self, mom, wife, professional, friend, etc. with seven to eight (okay, eight) hours a night.

4. I care too much about what others think. Carl, the wise gigolo on Girlfriends' Guide to Divorce, said "Nobody truly interesting is universally liked." I know Carl is right, but I am constantly working on not needing to be a people-pleaser and letting go of the dwell. Women dwell more than men, and it makes us less confident; read about it in The Confidence Code. Since becoming a mom, I find there are issues and situations from which I am unable to distance my emotions even after months of dwelling. This is new for me, and something I am working on.

3. I am scattered. I was so together before my daughter. I made lists, checked them off and rarely forgot anything. Over the holidays while baking, I left a tray of cookies in the oven after turning it off. Hours later, post-clean-up and cooling, I noticed I was missing a cookie sheet, which is when I found the missing cookies. My husband attributes my scatterbrain/mom-brain/(post)-pregnancy brain to the new priority in my life. My daughter comes first, so the cookies moved down in the list of what I devote my brain space to.

2. I value my partner more than ever. Sometimes you need to hand the baby over and take a break. Other times, you want to eat before 9:00 pm. My husband does laundry and the majority of our cooking. His work schedule is flexible and cares for our daughter while I often need to work late. We really are 50/50 partners (I do stuff too!), and it makes all the difference. Sheryl Sandberg would be proud. Whether it is a partner, parent or other caregiver, support has been an essential part of my parenting journey.

1. There are no universal rules. Every day, there is a new study on pregnancy and babies. My bottom line is that a baby should be loved and cared for. There are many ways to get to that bottom line, and what works for one parent or baby may or may not work for the next. Advice can be helpful, but it can also be worrisome (see #4). Daycare/nanny/stay-at-home parent. Stay-at-home mom/working mom. Breastfed/bottle fed. Cry it out/don't cry it out. Cosleeping/crib. TV/no screen time. There are a million different ways to parent, and in the past 10 months, my greatest learning has been finding a way that works for our family. A huge part of that journey is shutting out the noise from everyone else. (The one exception is our pediatrician who we happen to agree with on most matters, but even doctors are not right all of the time. Find one that works for you.) My husband and I are writing our own parenting rules in pencil. They change a lot, and that's okay, too.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

The Time I Snapped at the Rite Aid Lady

My daughter has had a cold for the past week or so, which means her witching hour (which also happens to be the one evening hour I get to spend with her after work each evening, but that is another post) is extra witchy. To combat her general disdain at being awake, Seth and I bundled the three of us up and ventured out for a before-bed walk. My daughter loves walks, especially in the Ergo, where she has the best view of the world outside our apartment. After a trip to a local discount store for Christmas cards, we headed to Rite Aid because Seth wanted ice cream for dessert (I made brownies last night, and Seth thought ice cream would be the perfect topper). As we walked across the store to the freezer aisle, a woman said, "Excuse me." I checked my pocket to see if I had dropped something, but my pocket was zipped. I turned around to see why she was stopping me, and she said, "Support your daughter's head."

Before I get into my snapping, I need to backtrack. This isn't the first time Seth or I have been told to support our daughter's head. When snoozing on the go in her stroller, my daughter often sleeps with her head craned forward or sideways. While the position looks uncomfortable to most, she likes it. Of course, we used proper head and neck support devices when she was a newborn. But as soon as she could support her head, and the car seat instructions ordered out to take out the newborn insert, her head flopped one way or the other when she fell asleep. And boy, did people like to comment about it. Did they think we were walking around publicly endangering our child? Did they not realize we would straighten her head, and then she would immediately re-position it? We figured that if she was uncomfortable, she would let us know--she was good about doing so in every other aspect of her life.

Back to Rite Aid. "Support your daughter's head." I responded in an aggressive, non-Liz manner. "She's almost nine months old. She knows how to hold her head up. She is leaning back on purpose." And she was. My daughter likes being held upside down. It makes her laugh. It is no surprise that in the Ergo she leans back for a different view of the world. (Occasionally, she even falls asleep in the Ergo with her head leaning back--imagine the looks we get then.) The woman apologized and went on her way, and Seth thoroughly enjoyed my reaction.

You see, I'm fed up with unsolicited advice. I'm cautious by nature and ask a lot of questions. At work, I tell my colleagues that I would rather them ask an abundance of questions along the way, than make mistakes in the end. I do not like failure, although I am trying to become more comfortable with it. (That too is another post.) I am new to parenting, and I want to be the best mom I can for my daughter. Sometimes I google, sometimes I ask other parents for help, and sometimes, I go with my gut. In fact, our pediatrician advises Seth and me to go with our guts more often than not because we know our child. We know her personality and how it changes based on the time of day and how much she has slept. We know which toys she likes best and that sometimes napkins and paper cups make the best playthings. We also know that really we know nothing because the minute we come to expect anything, it changes.

Why is it that having a baby brings on a barrage of advice? People do all sorts of things in their lives other than having babies, but there is something about a little one that begs, "let me tell you how you should be doing everything." What's so unique about parenting and babies is that parents and babies are all so different. As I've heard from many parents, what worked with their first child did not with the second. One child was colicky and the other wasn't. One slept through the night at two weeks and the other waited until two years. One was a champion breast-feeder and the other would only take a bottle.

I have come to discover that perhaps the people doling out all that advice don't even realize what they are doing. They did it one way or think everyone should do it one way, and you don't. So, they have to tell you, "do it this way," before stepping back and thinking that your way may be okay, too. This post wouldn't be complete without my advice. Unless that child is actually in danger, don't judge and don't speak up. And if you must judge, because most of us must, do it later, when that person is out of earshot or when you get home. We are all trying to do the best we can, and I promise, I'll speak up next time I need someone to remind me to hold my daughter's head up.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Everything I Thought I Would Blog About. . .

Way back when I decided that this blog would no longer be dedicated to salad but to mommying, I had a plan for all of the posts I would write. I was journaling at the time. . . a lot. . . and I thought that blogging would give me another, possibly more constructive, outlet for sharing my feelings. Boy, did I have a lot of feelings. The sheer volume of journal entries makes clear my emotional state for the first few months after my daughter's birth. I am thankful that my emotions were a case of overwhelm, lack of control and anxiety and nothing more serious. But, only looking back, do I realize how not myself I felt at the time.

Which brings me back to the topic at hand: all the things I wanted to write about on this blog but haven't. One of those things was emotions. Perhaps one day, I will go back and write these missing posts, but for now, I want to move forward. It is a new Jewish year after all. (Hello, 5775!)

In the meantime, here is an annotated list of potential and mostly unwritten blogs in alphabetical order (see, I'm regaining that control).

Advice
When you are pregnant or have a new baby there is a lot of advice, some of it helpful and some of it not. I strive to be a sieve, keeping the helpful advice and letting the not-so-helpful stuff strain right through. My big take away: every pregnancy/birth/mom/baby is different so what worked for another might work for you, but it also might not. That's okay. People share advice because they are kind and want to help.

Baby Products
Speaking of advice, this is one area where advice proves to be helpful. A coworker suggested we buy the Fisher Price Rock 'n' Play. This low cost, light weight sleeper takes up little space in a New York City apartment, travels well and is a great alternative to a bassinet. When we moved our daughter into her crib, we used the Rock 'n' Play as a place to put her down while we ate or for naps in the living room.

Now that we are past the newborn stage, I realize that products I recommend most are for newborns. Here are a few products we loved: Summer Infant SwaddleMe; Chux and snap shirts.

Wearing a SwaddleMe in the Rock 'n' Play
This is supposed to be an annotated list, so I won't go into too much detail about the above products. In one sentence for each product: flailing arms and crazy reflexes startled our baby from sleep, and the Velcro on the swaddles allowed us to keep her arms down and the baby peacefully asleep (later we used the Halo SleepSack Swaddle when she regularly broke out of the SwaddleMes). Chux are wee wee pads for humans and saved us many loads of laundry--on top of the changing table, when we need to change a diaper out of the house, for projectile spit up. While I didn't give birth to a particularly delicate baby, these shirts made dressing and undressing a newborn with a healing belly button much easier. Seth and I (but mostly Seth) made an amazing spreadsheet newborn shopping list that informed our registry and purchases. Perhaps one day I will share it in full here.

Baby Wearing
That last topic was hardly annotated, so let's see if I can do better. I love wearing my baby. Whether shopping in the crowded aisles of New York City grocery stores or taking the subway, it is simply more convenient not to be pushing a stroller. We were fortunate to inherit, borrow and be gifted four different baby-wearers (is that a real word?). The Ergo and Moby Wrap worked best for us. Seth and I wear the Ergo outside of the house, and I wore the Moby inside (I stopped using it after my maternity leave).

Birth Story
When I was pregnant and home with a newborn, I loved reading birth stories and was sure I would share mine here. Now, I'm not sure. Perhaps I will one day. Birth is a fascinating and amazing experience, and I found it empowering (and yes, painful--oh, the contractions).

Breastfeeding 
Remember those emotions I described in the beginning of the post. I estimate that 95% came from anxiety related to breastfeeding. I'm not ready to write a full post, but breastfeeding did not come naturally to my daughter and me, and as someone who creates a plan and sticks to it, my expectations were not managed for this one. I do want to share my experience here one day.

Doula
A doula is a birth coach, and my doula was a key part of my birth story. I am so grateful we invested in this service. If I do share my birth story, Karla, my doula, will figure prominently.

Exercise
I started running regularly 10 years ago, and I ran up until mid-way through my first trimester when the nausea set in. I did not exercise as much as I thought I would during my pregnancy, but six weeks after birth, I was back on the treadmill walking and then running. I was surprised that I was able to pick up running just seven or eight weeks after having a baby, especially after slowing down during my pregnancy. I have to assume my pre-pregnancy runs were to thank for this.

Failure
At one of the happiest times in my life--I gave birth to a healthy baby girl--I also experienced professional and personal failure. I've moved on from some of these failures, but I am still struggling with others. It is fascinating how one can be so happy and yet so sad.

Hormones: Highs and Lows
Which gets us to hormones. From the oxytocin that immediately bonded me to my daughter to the hormones that made me cry or act irrationally, pregnancy and birth really did a number on my endocrine system.

Journaling
Which is why I journaled. I have journaled on and off throughout my life. Often, the little notebooks come out at liminal times, times of transition and newness. My postpartum journal is an important outlet for the emotions triggered by the aforementioned hormones. One day, I hope to give my baby journals (yes, I'm on number three) to my daughter, so she can read about the highs (her morning smiles) and lows (returning to work) of my parenting experience. Sometimes her dad pops in for a guest post. My writing has slowed down to about once every week or two now that I am back at work, but I plan to continue writing about her milestones and experiences through the rest of her first year.

Maternity Leave
This could be a whole other post on work-life policy as I think paid parental leave is an essential benefit. But, what I intended to blog about are my lessons from how I spent my maternity leave. My biggest takeaway is that I spent the first part of my maternity leave too connected to work. Smart phones make it much to easy to check email while feeding and rocking and doing other baby care tasks that allow for one free hand. With about one month left of my leave, I finally disconnected. It was great. If there is a next time around, I hope to strike a balance between occasional check-ins with work and long periods of disconnect in between.

Natural Birth
I've never understood why a drug-free birth is called natural. All birth is natural whether it is a c-section, an epidural or no drugs at all. Birth is an incredible achievement how ever it happens.

Post-Baby Body
I wrote this one!

Pregnancy
I feel like I should write about those 40 weeks (exactly!) that got me to motherhood. It was a healthy pregnancy, and I worked on the day I went into labor. Perhaps this will be a future post.

Prepping for Pregnancy and Birth
I wrote this one, too!

Returning to Work
This was hard. I so value being employed, but leaving my daughter was really hard. It was another one of those parenting things I just couldn't prepare for.

What Not to Say to a New Mom
I wrote this one, three!