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    July 05, 2009

    New summer food pyramid for busy parents

    There are a lot of things that make the summer different.  Warmer weather, higher temperatures, and of course, empty schools.  And empty schools mean one thing: copious amounts of children at their homes, causing chaos and confusion in their mother’s lives.

    Normally I try semi-hard to feed my children semi-healthy foods.  There’s always a fruit or veggie around, but don’t hate me because we eat white bread and rice.  Annie corn

    During the school year there is routine.  Wake up, eat cereal.  Pack lunches, eat balanced meal.  Nothing else to do in the winter but cook a flavorful and nutritious meal for dinner.  There are homemade cookies and breads and popcorn popped on the stove all the time. 

    But in the summer, there is fun to be had, lawns to be mowed, and creeks to be played in.  And for me,  all of this trumps the food pyramid, unless the food pyramid is something we build out on the back deck or jump off of at the park.  We are constantly on the go and out the door and that means less planning for mealtimes and well-organized trips to the grocery store.

    Mostly I feel quite guilty about it all, not feeding my children whole grains and organic produce all the time, because I know deep down that is what is best for their little growing bodies.  Regrettably, deep down is covered up by what’s on top, and what’s on top are lovely little excuses to get me through my day.

    So I offer the following to anyone else that needs a little pick-me-up when it comes to feeding the family, or else has a friend stuffing brown rice spinach bundles down their kid’s throat…

    Wondering how to pack in good nutrition during the crazy, non-lazy days of summer frantic fun?  Let’s start at the bottom of that food pyramid:

    Breads, Rice, Grains, Pasta:  This is the easiest of all of the food categories to obtain for the busy mom.  Who hasn’t thrown a granola bar in the back seat on a morning drive to the zoo?  The foods in the group have a common base of flour, which is exactly the number one ingredient in donuts.  Voila. 

    Fruits and Vegetables:  According to the old food pyramid, one should have 3-5 serving of vegetables a day.  This is easily achieved by a medium-sized french fry.  And while some may argue that potatoes aren’t really vegetables, I ask, is it a mineral?  An animal?  Yeah.  I thought not.

    Fruits are equally easy to achieve.  The 2-4 servings come without knowing it when that bar you tossed in the backseat has a fruit filling, the kid washes it down with apple juice, and then eats some fruit snacks at the zoo. 

    Milk, Yogurt, and Cheese:  Hellllo?  Ice cream?  Macaroni and Cheese?  Milkshakes?   Donuts with cream filling? This one doesn’t even deserve an explanation.

    Meat, Poultry, Fish, Eggs, Nuts:  Kids love protein.  They need it to grow and run and be strong.  Why not feed them the beef hot dogs, the chicken nuggets, and the fish sticks their bodies are asking for?  Don’t forget that cookies are usually made containing eggs, and that peanut butter and jelly does contain the word “nut.”  And probably a little fruit as well, not that I’m calling it a perfect food, but well, throw in the bread and it just about is.

    Fats, Oils, and Sweets:  I know this may be a bit difficult, but we are told to use these sparingly.   Basically, eat candy, but not too much.  Chocolate melts in the summer heat anyway.

    I leave parents with one final thought:  A cookie can be a health food as long as it is not broken up into little bits, leaving the cookie intact and making it a delicious “whole” grain.

    Now go out and play.

    Contact Karrie at www.KarrieMcAllister.com.

     

    July 04, 2009

    Cook Kids Club

    Big brother is stalling instead of going up to bed. He's dancing next to me as I wash dishes in the kitchen with the bottle of French's mustard in his hand.

    "Mommy, did you know that this mustard provides 40% of happiness?"

    "No," I say, amused. "Who told you that?"

    "The commercial."

    I take the bottle out of his hand, flip open the top and pour some in my mouth.

    Big brother watches me, incredulous. "Yuk! Mommy, what are you doing? Hahaha! (That was awesome)."

    The mustard tastes disgusting without its friends: hot dogs or salami/provolone sandwich. My unpleasant observation shows in my expression as I swallow.

    "It's time for bed." I say, choking.

    "Oh, wow. It didn't work, Mommy. You're supposed to be happy now."

    "That's right." I say, returning the condiment to the refrigerator. "The lesson here is commercials lie."

    "Oh." Big brother grows thoughtful. Then he comes up with a new topic to gain a few more minutes of wake time.

    "Well, I did not tell you about school today. I was elected into the Cool Kids Club. There are 10 boys and two girls in this club."

    My eyes widen. Then, remembering he is only six, I feel a bit relieved.

    "Cool Kids Club? Do some kids get left out of this club?" I ask.

    Big brother senses my disapproval and throws his friend under the bus.

    "Well, that's not up to me, it's up to Michael. He started the club and he's the leader. Today he made me a Boss of the Cool Kids Club."

    "A Boss?!" I'm picturing my kindergartner smoking a cigar, holding a machine gun. I check his chin for premature stubble. It's baby soft.

    "Yeah!" he continues, quite excited about his promotion. "A Boss can make up the games and be a leader under the top leader, that's Michael."

    "Oh" I say, really interested now. "What kind of games?"

    "Well, SpongeBob, teeny tiny finger puppet heroes, or rocket ships."

    I nod, relieved there is no mention of hits or kissing the ring. "I really hope some kids who are not in the Cool Kids Club don't feel sad about being left out," I say, hoping he'll get my point.

    "Nah. They don't. They just start their own clubs. For an instant, Brandy started the Fast Kids Club and Ryan started the Super Agents Club."

    "You mean for instance." I say. "Is your friend Riley in the Cool Kids Club?"

    "Um, well, Michael asked him to be a Boss but he said he gots ta think about it."

    "Can I be in the Cool Kids Club?" Now I'm playing devil's advocate.

    "No. Mommy. I don't think so because you are not a kid; you are an old woman."

    "What!? Well, that makes me feel left out. Clubs that leave out people are not very nice." I say, because the little dude just called me old.

    Big brother is clearly torn up about the idea of his mother wanting to join the Cool Kids Club. His forehead creases in worry.

    "Well, goodnight Mommy." He says, abruptly. I tuck him into his bed and leave his room.

    The next day, big brother has some news for me as we walk from the bus stop.

    "I told Michael that you want to join the cool kids club today, in secret."

    I try to conceal my grin because he is very serious.

    "Oh, did he say I am in?"

    "Yes and no. Yes if you bring brownies and 12 apple juice boxes to our meeting, but the bad news is...since you are a Mommy you can never make Boss."

    "Well you tell Michael that your mom cannot be bribed. Tell him I 'm so tough that I even eat mustard straight out of the bottle."

    "Aw Mom! I'll be the first Boss to get kicked out of the Cool Kids Club. You're so embarrassin'!"

    By Loren Christie

    Visit me at http://lorenelizabethchristie.blogspot.com Happy 4th of July everyone!

    July 03, 2009

    Beans & Slaw, American Style (I Heart July 4th!!)

    Happy ALMOST 4th of July! 

    I’m a foodie. I cook. I bake. I start thinking of holiday menus months ahead of time.

    Main courses vary - ribs, dogs, burgers, brats, chicken - so I thought I would include some easy sides.

    For these beans, only two steps are required, then you turn on the slow cooker and forget about them.

    For the slaw, I use honey simply because it makes the wet ingredients (base) silkier, and honey is just better for you than granulated, processed white sugar.

    As much as I love holiday food, the real reason for any holiday has the potential to bring me to my knees - as someone sings the National Anthem during Independence Day ball games, as my kids open gifts and I cradle the video recorder in my hands to record their surprise, on Halloween when familiar voices say “Trick or Treat”, octaves lower than the previous year.

    I stay busy in the kitchen and that is my expression of freedom. I honor tradition and that is my reverence.

    And whatever it is you believe in, from wherever you are logging on, I wish you delicious celebrations and rich history.

    If you go looking for good, you will find it.


    Slow Cooker BBQ Beans

    6 pieces of bacon

    4 - 14.5 oz. cans cannellini or white beans, drained
    1 cup ketchup

    1 cup molasses

    1/3 cup Worchestshire sauce

    1 tbsp. maple syrup

    1 tsp. chili powder

    1 tsp. ground mustard

    1 tsp. smoked paprika

    1 tsp. onion powder

    1 tsp. Liquid Smoke

    Dash of cayenne pepper


    Chop bacon fine. Brown bacon in a skillet over medium-high heat (or if your slow cooker transfers from stovetop to cradle, brown bacon in slow cooker).

    Add remaining ingredients and set slow cooker to low setting.

    Cook 4-6 hours.

    P7020008



    Tri-Color Slaw with Clover Honey

    1 cup mayonnaise

    1/3 cup sour cream

    1/2 apple cider vinegar

    2 tbsp. clover honey

    1/2 tsp. celery salt

    1/2 tsp. white pepper

    Dash of cayenne pepper

    1 head green cabbage, shredded

    1/2 head purple cabbage, shredded

    1 cup shredded carrots


    Make the slaw base: mix mayonnaise, sour cream, cider vinegar, honey, celery salt and white pepper together. Season to taste; some people prefer more celery salt and only a dash of white pepper. It’s easier to add ingredients than to disguise their over-addition.

    Add cabbage and carrots. Refrigerate until ready to serve.



    ~ Samantha Gianulis

    www.samanthagianulis.com

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    July 02, 2009

    Burn In....Not Burn Out

    You may remember when computer owners were encouraged to have a screensaver program to prevent the monitor from getting ‘Phosphor burn-in’. This was when computer screens use to be based on Cathode Ray Tubes (CTRs). The burn-in occurred when the same picture was displayed for an extended period of time. The inside of the screen would change like a lineographic image you would draw on an Etch A Sketch however, unlike the toy, the computers’ ‘ghost image’ was permanent. (Shaking not advised.)  Now with the new LCD (Liquid Crystal Display) screens that have a lower contrast, the use of screensavers are now mainly used for entertainment.

    Nevertheless, I was asked how to put a fun screensaver on a computer. Therefore, in the name of research I surf the world-wide-web to find some options. I pick www.freescreensaver.com.

    Sheesh, we have an array of animals, nature, seasons and holidays screensavers to look at. It takes me forty-five minutes to preview all the options and pick one. I download the ‘tropical’ screensaver. Of course, I multitask as it downloads and quickly click yes-yes-yes to whatever pops-up.

    Much to my dismay, I had to go back and completely re-download the whole screensaver program a second time. Helpful Hint: As it downloads, jot down the name of the program and where it will be saved.

    After searching for my download file, I found both screensaver programs saved under the name beaches.  I click on one and install it. Warning-Warning. The program will try to automatically install a new toolbar, say no.  Now the process is complete. It’s simple if you pay attention.

    With that accomplished, I stare at my computer monitor contemplating my next sentence when my screen suddenly flips into a tropical beach scene. Soft music plays as the sunsets hushed colors start their relaxing effect. Birds glide by, a pod of dauphins rhythmically glide in and out of the water while a windsurfer drifts by. I find myself mesmerized as we flip through several new beach scenes.

    Pulling myself out of the trance, now I remember why I don’t have a screensaver!

    Pamela Vanden Bos, Visit my website: pvbos.com

    July 01, 2009

    TURN THE OTHER CHEEK

    I know better. Really I do!  Heck, I was raised in a family that shoved the fear of God down our throats. So, when I think of this expression that comes from the New Testament, in which Jesus tells his followers to love their enemies and offer their other cheek to those who have struck one cheek (Luke 6:29), trust me, I completely ‘get’ it.

    However, to understand my predicament, you must realize that I have seven fluffy marshmallow white dogs, with angelic ebony eyes, black ink lined lips, and shiny leather button noses. These regal miniature dust mops run rampant throughout my house and weigh between 4-7 pounds.  Moreover, one of them is a wrongdoer.

    Because, whenever I start to walk out the front door, one of those pedigreed mongrels inevitably targets my derriere, bestowing me with a stinging love nip. Ya-ouch!

    I’ve tried twirling around quickly to discipline the culprit, only to spy seven dogs in a semi circle; some are standing at attention looking at me with adoring bright eyes, others are simply licking pampered paws or a mate’s ear. Talk about frustrating. I’m telling you, one of these ingenuous little darlings, just bit me right in the bum.

    This is not the first time I’ve been nipped in the hinnie.  Although, the trouble I seem to have, is trying to recognize the offender. So now, as I groom the designer dogs, I’ve changed up their hairstyles. The boys have shorter fur, shaved heads and a goatee or handlebar mustache. (They look manly.) The girls have longer hair, flowing tail feathers and delicately defined bangs. No matter what, I make sure each pup is identifiably different.

    Okay, I’m ready for a test drive. Pretending to leave, I grab my purse and car keys, casually opening the front door. I hear the click-click of tiny toenails as commotion erupts behind me. I feel a barb. I whirl just in time to see; three dogs do a crossover-switch figure-eight exercise.  This is pathetic; they obviously have been practicing, and have out maneuvered me.

    Frankly, I don’t have any options left. So today, as I leave the house, I slowly stumble through the doorway…backwards.  Protecting my backside is my main concern however; I do enjoy giving my little hellions the evil eye on the way out.

    Sincerely, I’m all for the ‘concept’ of turning the other cheek.  Nevertheless, in this house, I am not offering my other cheek, because, I know it’s gonna bite me in the arse.

    For more stories that are humorous, visit my website: pvbos.com

    ~Pamela Vanden Bos, Managing Editor~

    June 30, 2009

    Loosening the Apron Strings

    My three-year-old takes a music class sponsored by a local church. All of the music students were invited to attend the church’s Vacation Bible School this week so we decided to try it out. This is the first time that I have taken him somewhere besides a grandparent’s home and left him. But I did learn several things this week.

    1. I have no idea how mothers working outside the home do it. I have the pleasure of working from home part-time, so I set my own hours and work when it is (at least a little) convenient. We are used to taking our time in the mornings. Although we had been up for hours, I felt rushed to dress, feed, and transport him to the church by 9am each morning. We only did it for five days- how do working mother do this every week?

    2. I am not ready for him to go to preschool. He was shocked that I was leaving him Monday morning, but never cried or begged me to stay. According to the staff, he quickly adjusted and participated in the activities after my departure. I, however, was a different story. My heart broke just a little each morning when telling him good-bye. I was the last mom to leave and the first to come back at the end of the day. I couldn’t believe how much I missed him after just a few hours!

    3. But, the couple of hours away was nice. I completed a project this week- one that didn’t require me to stay up all night because the deadline is the next day. I had a “mommy date” with a couple of other mom’s whose children were attending VBS. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a cup of coffee and converse with adults without the constant interruption of a talkative three-year-old.

    4. My little man does not need to be so scheduled. By Friday, he was burnt out, tired, irritable, ambivalent about going, and didn’t want me to leave. We never have plans every day of the week, and now I remember why.

    Over all, it was a great experience for both of us. He enjoyed the stories, music, games, and teachers. I enjoyed seeing him playing with the other kids and getting a little time to myself. I’m just not in a big hurry to do it again.


    Stacey Sacco, www.ovparent.com

    June 29, 2009

    Shuffling Off to Buffalo

    A week from today the girls and I will be on a plane headed to Buffalo.  This year Grandma is planning a ride on the Maid of the Mist.  Something I've avoided in the past because my girls take after their dad, getting motion sickness even on short car trips.  Neither one have been on a boat before.


    I love boats.  My parents had one for a few years when I was in school.  I remember the first time we took my hubby out.  My dad stopped and we went over for a swim in Lake Erie.  Stopping the boat, didn't help my boyfriend.  Before we got off again, he upchucked over the side and then spent the ride back with his face hanging off the boat - the wrong way.  When we docked my dad asked me, "Why didn't you tell him to turn his head the other way?"  Why?  Because if he got sick again the wind would have blown it back into his face.  Opps!  Good thing he didn't get sick again.


    Then after we were married, my hubby accepted an invitation to go out on a friend's boat.  My hubby was driving and his friend was up in the bow.  Once again the motion made my hubby sick.  He turned to me and told me to drive.  I took the wheel and he went and threw up over the side.  At this point we were close to the dock and the friend turned around; I think to see if my hubby could dock the boat.  Imagine his shock when he saw me driving, knowing I don't have a license.  The boat was docked very well according to the friend.  A fact, I think, shocked him even more.  I laughed and told him, My parents used to have a boat.  Yes I learned how to drive a boat and have never learned to drive a car.


    In a couple weeks my girls will experience their first boat ride.  They're both excited.  While watching a cartoon one morning, the Little One asked, "Do boats really rock like that?"  Ummm... yes.  Water is not a hard surface like the road.  Then I thought of all the car trips my girls have tossed their cookies.  Do I really want to take them on a boat?


    Veronica Hosking
    Poetry Editor

    June 28, 2009

    Mom Camp

    “Which camp will your daughter go to this summer?” my friend asked me about a week ago.

    “In this economy?” I replied. “We’re doing Mom Camp this summer!”

    In defiance of strict San Francisco parent law my family eschewed children’s day camps this summer season in favor of something radical and exhausting. Entertaining the kids my own damn self.

    I’m fortunate enough to not need the camps for childcare. I work from home, half-time. I set my own schedule and bill the hours when I’m done. I’m lucky in that, in these tight fiscal times, I can make the choice to take care of my kids during the day and hit the grindstone during naptime, TV time, and after bedtime. This frees up my money to pay for things like food and electricity instead of one of the many excellent Bay Area specialty camps, such as (and I’m not kidding here) Shark Fishing Camp.

    So far we’re having a fabulous time. Such a good time, in fact, that I’d love to spread the word on my Mom Camp highlights.  If you live in the Bay Area feel free to copy these ideas directly. And if you live far away, I am sure you are sharp and clever enough to modify this stuff to create your very own Mom or Dad Camp that works with your city or town.

    I’ve found it best to have themes. Starting with some San Francisco basics.

    Tourist for a Day. Register ahead of time with the Pier 39 local special to get stuff like free parking or food for kids. Arrive early to hook up with the crowds on east coast time and check out the sea lions, the carousel, and (for toddlers who are still not too jaded to freak out over all things transport-related) the many varieties of boat going bye-bye. Trek over to Musee Mechanique and entertain the kids (while creeping out adults) with the likes of Laughing Sal and other Victorian-era nickelodeon machines. Be sure to avoid the Opium Den puppet show or you’ll have some serious explaining to do.

    Scavenger Hunt Day. Make a list and check it twice. Then head out to a unique neighborhood like Chinatown or Japantown to forage for items of interest (waving kitty, fortune cookie factory, etc.). Pop some  pics of the stuff with your phone, making sure to have a kid pose in front of each one for proof of scavenger hunt success.

    Explore A New  Neighborhood Day. We applied this one to West Portal but it works anywhere as long as you plunge yourself into a certain part of town with total commitment. We started our neighborhood quest at the playground above the awesome tunnel where MUNI trains exit the subway to go above ground (see above note about toddlers and things that go bye-bye). Then we hit the library for your typical screeching and ripping things off of the shelves. After a lovely stroll down the sunny main street we took a break for gelato at a hip new shop that mainly sells the trendy sour yogurt everyone’s getting all tarted up about. A great Mom Camp day except for the fact that the yogurt/gelato shop’s sullen teenage employees played eff-word laden gangsta rap the whole time (who’s got two thumbs and is gettin’ old? This gal!) And they didn’t have recycling. Seriously? No recycling bins in a restaurant in San Francisco. Please! They practically come into your kitchen and rinse the damn cans for you.

    Field trip day. Last week we trekked across the Bay Bridge to Children’s Fairyland in Oakland. Next up is a voyage down the coast to a goat farm in Half Moon Bay. I don’t need to tell you experienced moms and dads out there to plan well for rain contingencies, bring loads of snacks, and offer plenty of time for rest and unstructured play breaks on such outings.

    But I will let you in on the best Mom Camp secret I have yet to discover.

    Taco Tuesdays at Park Chalet. Shhh! This is between us, but the best way to end a day of Mom Camp is to find a kid-friendly happy hour. I’ve found that the outdoor Taco Tuesdays at this charming little beachside restaurant offer the kids a final chance to run off some steam while the parents get to mingle over a cold one with our fellow camp counselors.

    If you don’t live near such a miraculous venue, I advise you to invite your friends over around 4:30pm, bust out some cheap, kid-friendly hors d'oeuvres and grow your own Taco Tuesday. It makes being Mom Camp Director worth it.

    I also realized it was quite worth it when my six-year-old daughter blurted out in the car last night, “Aren’t we having the best summer ever, Mom?”

    We sure are, Little Camper, we sure are.

    --Robin Dutton-Cookston is senior editor of Mom Writer’s Literary Magazine and lots of other stuff too. Visit her blog at The Foggiest Idea.

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