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Tatiana’s Best Ever Roast Chicken Recipe

Friday, November 13th, 2009

Have you ever thought about what you’d like your last meal to be?  I have.  And mine would feature roast chicken as the centre piece.  There is nothing so amazing, comforting, and downright delicious as roast chicken with crisp, yummy skin.  And don’t bother denying yourself the skin!  Live a little!   Skimp on dessert if you must.  You don’t want to miss the flavour that this recipe results in.

Tatiana’s Best Ever Roast Chicken

Time to table: 4.5-6.5 hours (1-1.5hr cooking, .5hr active prep, 3-5hr passive prep)
Ingredients:
1 whole chicken
2 tbsp thyme
2 tbsp olive oil
2 lemons (and their zest)
salt (kosher or sea salt for brining, you can use regular table salt for seasoning)
Dishes & utensils:
Sharp chef’s knife
Roasting dish
Meat thermometer (they’re like $10 at Ikea. No excuses!)

1.  Spatchcock (butterfly) your chicken.  If you’re squeamish, this can be a pretty horrifying process.  You can get away with just cutting out the backbone and ignoring the breastbone, but it’s worth the effort of getting the breastbone out of your chicken as well.

2. Brine your chicken for at least half an hour, preferably a whole hour, but not more than 2 (for a 6-7 lb chicken).  This means you want to submerge your chicken in water that has salt and sugar in it.  I use a ratio of around 1 gallon of water to 1/2c of sea or kosher salt to 1/4c of white sugar, and scale it up from there (we generally brine in our sink).

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3. Rinse your chicken off under cool running water, then dry it thoroughly, front and back (I use paper towels).  Salt and pepper front and back.  Set skin-side up in a roasting pan.  Put in the fridge, uncovered, for two to four hours.  You can leave it in there for a shorter or longer amount of time, it won’t hurt your chicken, but remember that the drier the skin is, the crispier it will end up being.

4. Preheat your oven to 450 degrees.

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5. Zest your lemons and halve them.  Mix zest, thyme, and olive oil together.

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6. Tuck the halved lemons, cut side up, beneath your chicken.  Coat skin side with your flavouring.

7. Put chicken in the 450 degree oven for 15 minutes.  Turn heat down to 400 after that.  Your chicken will cook pretty quickly, between 30-45 minutes (depending on how many times you open up the oven to look at it!)

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8.  Your chicken is finished when a meat thermometer inserted into the breast reads 160 degrees Fahrenheit or, in the case of my grocery store chicken, the thermometer pops.  Grocery store chickens will be taken to a whole new level with this spatchcock, brine, and dry method, but if you can get to a farmer’s market and get a fresh chicken, do it.

9. You can now easily halve or quarter the chicken.  No more wrestling!  ENJOY!

72 hours

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

It’s been 72 hours since the last time my daughter nursed.

I’m coping; not all that well, at times, but surprisingly well at others.  I’ve sobbed and buried my face against her hair, begging her, “Just try to nurse, just one more time”… but I’ve also laughed and watched her drink from a bottle, telling her, “You’re such an amazing big girl, I can’t believe you’re growing up so fast!”

My husband is being amazing through all of this.  We’ve had a lot… A LOT… of issues with our marriage since the baby arrived, like I think most couples do, and I’m coming to realize that as often as I’ve blamed him for it… a lot of it was probably me refusing to let him help as much as he would have liked.  If I could go back to the me of seven months ago, cradling her newborn, I’d say “Let Chris help you! You REALLY do not have to do it all alone!“  I wanted to spend time with my daughter so desperately that I repeatedly told him no, I don’t need you to help, no, I don’t want you to take her, no, I’ll hold her, I’ll feed her, I’ll change her…

I just wish I could remember the last time she nursed, in detail, that I had watched her and drank her in with my eyes, rather than (most likely) reading, as I usually do.  I wish I had more pictures of her nursing — I have only one.

Sometimes it strikes me how there is absolutely no way to be prepared for motherhood.  Every day is different, and every week presents a new challenge.  Last week, serious separation anxiety. This week, nursing strike and mastitis.  Next week… walking?

ACK.

Our first — and last? — hike of the year.

Friday, September 11th, 2009

Today — why today, of all days, this day in September? — we went for a hike at a nearby municipal park.

dscn2376aEverything was so beautiful.

dscn2378aChris wore Maia, who is almost seven months old now, in the Baby Bjorn and proudly stomped down the trail as I lingered behind, taking pictures.

dscn2385aWe saw small, spindly trees, and full-grown, majestic ones that towered overhead, every one of their limbs larger around than my head.

dscn2381aWe traveled down into gullies, and up steep mountainsides that left Chris and I both laughing, ruefully, over how out-of-shape we’ve become.

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We admired black-eyed Susans, which I told Maia are some of my favourite flowers (along with sunflowers… I’m a sucker for their cheerfulness!)

dscn2398aBut what did Maia think of all this fresh air and beauty?

dscn2394aSNOOOOOOOORE!  She fell asleep somewhere along the way, although for the first fifteen minutes or so she was definitely interested in looking at everything. When we got back to the beginning of the trail, we unpacked our lunch.  Maia woke up at this point — probably because Chris stopped moving! — and enjoyed an orange wedge.

dscn2401aChris and I had a lot of great conversation while out in the woods, in the peace, just he and I.  We laughed and shared that smile of genuine friendship that’s been hard to find with the stress of having a newborn and looking for work.

I know that next summer, Maia will probably outrun us on these hiking trails.  I can’t wait!

6.5mo, here comes tooth #1!

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

Today, we hit a milestone:  Maia, at 28 weeks old, has her first tooth coming in.  I noticed it when she was gnawing on my finger earlier today and have been freaking out about the fact that she is, you know, GROWING UP right before our eyes.

But then I started to think more about it, and I realized this caught us completely by surprise.  How did I not know she was teething until I FELT a tooth? I researched the signs of teething:

Irritability
Drooling
Coughing
Chin rash
Biting and gnawing
Cheek rubbing & ear pulling
Diarrhea
Low-grade fever
Not sleeping well
Cold-like symptoms

Um.  Out of ten, we experienced five, BUT, four of those are totally normal behaviour for Maia, and the fifth is only recognizable in retrospect.

Irritability: Maia’s been “irritable” any time I walk away from her lately, which would seem more like separation anxiety than teething.  There was one time earlier today where she started crying completely randomly — she was smacking her hand against the table and I assumed she just smacked too hard and maybe jammed her finger or something — but maybe that was caused by an achy jaw?

Drooling: This child has been drooly FOREVER.  We leave a bib on her a lot of the time so we don’t have to change her.  So we didn’t notice any excessive drooling; she always drools.

Biting and gnawing: If she’s not drooling on her bib, she’s drooling on her hands and something in them that’s held to her mouth.  She bites and gnaws on everything regularly.

Not sleeping well: I wouldn’t say that she sleeps badly, but, a few weeks ago we went to visit family that lives about an hour away and ended up getting home around 10pm.  That same night, our air conditioner stopped working.  She HAD been waking up only once a night before that, but she hasn’t done it again since.  In fact, she’s been waking up three or four times a night, and I’ve just accepted that’s the way she is for now, so I didn’t think it was a sign of teething.

Coughing: Here’s the one that’s only recognizable in retrospect.  I have heard her cough a few times lately, but thought nothing of it.  She’s taken to making a lot of funny noises — growls, purrs, grunts — and I figured “cough” was just another one of them!

Now, one thing I HAVE noticed, remarked upon, and worried about is that it seems like her latch has changed a bit and on some occasions, nursing has been really uncomfortable.  I called my local La Leche League International leader and she suggested that I might be getting back my period or Maia might be teething.  Looks like the latter is a possibility!

Any thoughts about coping with a teething baby, whether for the baby’s comfort or mom’s?

Do you hate making salad?

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Last week’s challenge: Cut out, or at least cut down on, any processed food.  Shouldn’t be too bad, I eat well as it is, but there’s definitely room for improvement.

We were REALLY successful at this, because … it’s summer.  This is prime season for all sorts of beautiful, fresh, CHEAP fruits and vegetables.  If you know of a local farmer’s market, toss the kids in the car and head out — you’ll have a great time.  We bring Maia to one every week, and some of the vendors have even begun to recognize us.

Our favourite way to shop to save money, eat well, and try to support the local economy is the following:
- on Friday, check out all the circulars for the best deals.  We enter these deals into our iPod Touch.
- Saturday or Tuesday, depending on our mood/the weather/how stocked up we are, head to the farmer’s market.
- any proteins, fruits, veggies, grains that are cheaper at farmer’s market, buy them!  also stock up on stuff like ground beef ($10 for 5 lb, lean and locally produced) if we’re out.  Most signs with prices also list “product of USA” vs “product of Ontario” or “grown in Simcoe County”, so we tend to skip USA stuff.  The whole point of going to the farmer’s market is to shop local and fresh!
- the next day, head to the grocery stores and pick up anything that’s cheaper there if it looks good.  I’m pretty good with what’s in season and what’s not, so I won’t buy strawberries in the winter unless it’s for a special occasion, and if we see a pint of blueberries from Ontario next to a pint from California, I’ll buy the Ontario one.
- buy, sparingly, anything in boxes, bags & cans that we need, like cereal, beans, rice etc.
- if there’s anything in boxes and cans that’s not on sale at the grocery stores but we really want, we walk over to  Wal-Mart and buy it there.  This usually results in $10 a week, but some weeks it’s $0!

Now, you’ve got all these fruits and veggies, but what the heck are you going to do with them?  You KNOW that at one time or another you’ve ended up throwing out a whole head of lettuce, a bag of potatoes, a soggy half-pint of berries that never got eaten, etc etc.

I find that the easiest way to avoid having that happen is to prep them as soon after getting home as I can.  So my husband, Chris, keeps an eye on the baby when we get home from grocery stores, and I do the following:

- Take one red onion and one white, cut half of each into slices, dice the other half.  Toss all the white in one plastic bag, all the red in another.
- Herbs and leaf veggies get wrapped in a moist paper towel and returned to their plastic bags (or for herbs, put into one) and wrapped up tightly to avoid any air getting in.  I don’t recommend dicing herbs until you’re just about to use them.
- Melons get cut into slices and stored.
- I buy multiple pints of strawberries at a time.  One pint gets hulled, quartered, and frozen.  I’ll take a handful from another pint, hull and dice them (for topping cereal), but otherwise leave them alone (don’t wash berries & put them back in the fridge!)

Because I’ve done this little bit of prep — which honestly, I find to be very zen and inspiring — it’s easy to open the fridge and grab something that’s ready to snack on, or toss together a salad like this:

dscn2185aBaby greens, watermelon, strawberry, red onion salad tossed with balsamic vinaigrette

Diced watermelon (one slice from the fridge), quartered strawberries (I used four from the unfrozen pint), diced red onions (which I already had on hand!) and a handful of baby greens (or just roughly torn, washed lettuce).  Splash balsamic vinegar on top, a little drizzle of olive oil, and a touch of salt.  Toss together.  The juices from the fruit (dice the fruit OVER the bowl so the juices fall into it!) mixed with the balsamic makes a great dressing.  Because you’ve already done most of the prep beforehand, you’re getting a GREAT, HEALTHY, and very filling meal super fast!  Enjoy!

Change is in the air.

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

Last week’s challenge: Become active on the LinkedIn forums for groups that I am a part of. Find two industry-related sites/blogs to explore and follow.

Failed at the first part of this, succeeded at the second.  To be honest, this past week’s been kind of rough for me.  I know that’s not necessarily an excuse, but between a fierce battle with insomnia, some deep misunderstandings with my husband, working on my new blog, my daughter learning to move — AND FALL — all over the house, and my dogs having digestive issues (ewww), well… it’s been crazy around here.

Let me write a moment about insomnia.  I’ve always been slow to fall asleep, but Wednesday night going into Thursday morning, I could not sleep.  I laid in bed playing out all sorts of horrifying scenarios in my head, things that would separate me from my family, things that would shatter my life.  I’ve never felt like that before.  I convinced myself I was losing feeling in my extremities, that my vision was going dark, that I was literally dying as I laid there.

I know this will sound strange, but I’m actually grateful to have found out, through talking with other moms, that what I experienced is fairly common.  I’m glad I’m not alone.  Although I wish none of us had ever felt that way, and I hope none of us do again, as my friends and family supported me I felt truly grateful to them.  I still do.  Last night I fell asleep without any trouble.  I’m not going to say that my war with crippling insomnia is over, but I did win a battle, and I’m pleased with that.

My husband’s last day of work is on Sunday.  On Tuesday, he has an appointment with a career counselor for the province of Ontario’s Second Career program, which we both feel is going to open a world of new opportunities for us.  I hope that, whichever career path he chooses to follow, he is happy and fulfilled.  I suppose we all want to feel that way about our job, though.

I certainly feel that way about motherhood.  Maia will be six months old (!!) on Thursday.  The last half year of my life have been the most incredible journey I could ever have imagined — I’ve attained the peak of happiness, tumbled head-over-heels into the depth of depression, and my relationships with friends and family have changed for the better.  There’s nothing quite like seeing my siblings holding my daughter, or seeing her direct a big toothless grin at my mother, or even trying to stifle laughter when my father-in-law holds her and her face starts to turn red with anger at this strange man, this not-mommy-person who dared to show up in HER HOUSE and now is holding her in his lap without her permission.

My daughter has that much attitude already. I promise if you could read her mind, that’s exactly what’s going through it. Yes, I’m living in fear of her teenage years.

This week’s challenge: Cut out, or at least cut down on, any processed food.  Shouldn’t be too bad, I eat well as it is, but there’s definitely room for improvement.

Do I know the secret to finding a job?

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Last week’s challenge: Complete my resumé, LinkedIn profile, Workopolis.com profile, and start applying for jobs in my field of interest!

I can’t believe it’s been well over a week since I last posted here.  Time has passed so quickly.

I did achieve my goal for the week, and in fact, my resumé’s been revamped and updated at least twice since then as well.  I can’t settle!  I’ve applied for five jobs and heard back about none of them — but, that silence has spurred me to take a deeper look at why my candidacies have been unsuccessful.

One article I read recently is called “Where, Oh Where, Has My Application Gone?“  It’s really affected me, but for the better; I have always felt that networking is the best way to find a job, and the article says the same.  Just applying for a job is not enough.  I need to continue building my portfolio and connecting with people in the field I would like to work in, while researching potential companies.  I don’t want to say “I need to be friends with the HR manager!”, because I feel like a contrived friendship is no friendship at all, but I absolutely need to become more active in venues (like LinkedIn and industry forums).

It’s looking, though, as if I’ll be getting a job waitressing and/or bartending, which I did for a few years.  To be honest, I actually loved doing it.  I looked forward to going to work. I met so many great people and it was just a fun job, even on days that were a bit stressful.  Plus, there’s nothing quite as nice as leaving work with cash in hand every day.

This week’s challenge: Become active on the LinkedIn forums for groups that I am a part of.  Find two industry-related sites/blogs to explore and follow.

When I grow up…

Saturday, July 18th, 2009

I never had huge career aspirations as a child.  I didn’t want to be an astronaut or the president.  The most glamourous dream I ever had was to live in a dog bone-shaped house (seriously) on hundreds of acres of land with my best friend and our  twenty dogs.  She would draw pictures, I’d write books, and we’d live happily ever after.

As I grew, I considered my future.  What did I love? What did I want to do?  I still enjoyed writing, and according to my teachers, I did really well at it.  I had grown to love online gaming.  I liked to play my guitar and sing, but I had no illusions of being good enough to make a career of it.

Then life happened, and I did nothing with myself.

I’m 26 now, and ‘nothing’ is still the name of the game when it comes to what I’ve achieved professionally.

Or so I thought, until my husband was informed that as of mid-August, he no longer has a job, and I began serious work on my resumé.

Over the years, I have spent a lot of time online.  I have invested incredible amounts of time into blogging, browsing and participating in forums, and reading articles that interest me.  I have learned about Twitter, Facebook and a few smaller social networking sites from the bottom up.  I now realize that I have a serious passion for online media — and in these years that I didn’t think I was “working”, it turns out I’ve been building up a valuable skill set.

I am a Mom Influencer here, a position that I had to prove myself to achieve and must continue to prove myself to maintain.  I know Wordpress CMS inside and out.  I have a basic, self-taught knowledge of CSS and HTML coding.  I’ve learned how to increase my blog traffic 500% from April to June, and have the vast majority of that be quality traffic, people that I want to have coming to my blog.  I have guest posted about using social media at large sites for my peers, learned about vlogging, and networked with some inspiring, intelligent people.

No, I may not have a “profession”.

But now, I have a passion.

This week’s challenge: Complete my resumé, LinkedIn profile, Workopolis.com profile, and start applying for jobs in my field of interest!

I’m gonna get in trouble, I wanna start a fight

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

Alright, not really.

But I sure want to watch one!

You may not suspect it when you see me or read my writing, but I’m a big Ultimate Fighting (UFC) fan.  For a long time, I wasn’t; I thought it was a brutal, heinous sport, akin to boxing, where men beat mindlessly on one another, bled all over the place, and ended up with brain damage.

Then I met my husband, Chris.  When we met, he was a blue belt in Goju-ryu karate, a hobby he took very seriously.  Whenever a UFC fight came on, he would watch it.  And, with infinite patience, he’d describe to me what we were watching.

Turns out, UFC is not like any other sport out there.  It’s much more tactical and mental than many other sports; brute force might get a man noticed, but intelligence will make that man a champion.  And many — if not all — martial arts emphasize respect for your opponent; while you’ll certainly see UFC fighters talking trash about one another before a fight, you will never see one continue to fight his opponent once he “taps out”.

Tapping out is just what it sounds like.  The loser of the fight, once he realizes he is in a position he cannot escape from (he’s being choked or in a hold where a bone could be broken), will tap his opponent, or the ground, whichever is closer, a few times.  It’s a surrender, an acknowledgment that this time, he’s been bested, and it’s globally recognized by combat sportsmen.

I won’t say that there are no blood or injuries.  There absolutely can be.  These men are fighting.  They’re powerhouses, and they’re hitting one another.  It’ll happen, but for me, watching, knowing that their matches are not about brutality but about skill, I find that I’m not disgusted by any injuries.

Also, Georges St. Pierre is HOT.

For my next trick, I’m parting the Red Sea.

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

Last week’s challenge: Appreciate my husband as a father, and be more trusting of his parenting decisions. Try to stop steaming at him for the things I think he’s doing wrong, and seek a middle ground.

Hooooo boy, I picked a good one, didn’t I?

To be honest, I pretty much failed at this challenge on Sunday morning, before I made the post. I don’t even remember what set me off now (it must not have been that bad), but I do remember thinking I am going to get up and walk RIGHT OUT OF THIS HOUSE and drive around the block until my brain stops hurting.

But for the rest of the week? I did pretty great. I’ll admit to you all that I sort of cheated. You see, my husband works a shift where he’s on for 7 days, then off for 7 days, and when he works, it’s from 5am-5pm. Then he has a commute that takes up to an hour after that. This week, he worked, so I only really saw him between the hours of 6pm and 9pm, and Maia goes to bed around 8pm.

That means I only had a window of about two hours a night to succeed or fail at the challenge.

Yeah, it was cheap of me to do things this way. Baby steps are the way to success, however.

Starting tomorrow, he’s off for the week. I’m not going to set the same challenge, but I am going to try and keep it in mind. Another thing I’ll keep in mind is that our house really, really needs to be neater. I mean, it’s really ridiculously sloppy, and sooner or later our daughter will be mobile. We owe it to her, and our sanity, to keep things neater and safer.

That, and I feel that a chaotic-looking household leads to disorganization of thought and action. I don’t think I’m doing myself or my husband any favours by letting entropy reign. In fact, there’s one thing in particular that we actually argue about, and is the ONLY non-parenting thing we fight over (and this is the truth):

DISHES.

We do not have a dishwasher. We cannot have one. I have a lot of negative mental associations with doing dishes, namely that it’s complete crap, I hate it, and it’s a horrible way to use my time.

So guess what I’m challenging myself to do?

This week’s challenge: Have an empty sink (and clean counters) at the end of every night.


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