For many years my family has had “taco night,” which basically means anything Tex-Mex style, but especially Tostadas, loaded down with refried beans, onions, cheese, salsa, guacamole, sour cream, and cilantro (for the few who dig it). And of course: TACO MEAT! Which since we’ve gone vegetarian this Lent has been out- so we tried cooking walnuts that were finely chopped with taco seasoning and olive oil. It wasn’t super tasty. It was too crunchy and not tacoy at all. It just tasted like nuts on top of our tostada. No bueno. So, live and learn. We will stick with refried beans! Rice and beans is also very delicious on top of a tostada! Somehow in the evolution of food, we ended up putting a fried egg on top of our tostada just for fun- I think Chris and Ellen taught me this…so thanks to you guys! It’s truly amazing!
We also enjoy making our own fresh salsa! Here is our recipe!
2 14.5 oz. cans of stewed tomatoes
1 can crushed pineapple or a whole pineapple chopped up small
1 14.5 can corn
3-5 cloves fresh garlic smashed
2-3 TBS fresh cilantro
3 finely sliced green onions
1/4 tsp. salt and pepper
1/4 tsp. cumin
Mix all ingredients up in a bowl and serve. This will keep up to a week in a ball jar.
From Mollie Katzen’s amazing Moosewood cookbook: “A tostada is a kind of open-faced Mexican sandwich, with many contrasting layers of food piled onto a crispy tortilla! Invite your friends over for a tostada-building party. Spread a large table with dishes of tostada components, and do it buffet style.”
Accessories to be added to your tostada table:
refried beans, shredded lettuce, olives, guacamole, grated cheese, chopped tomatoes, eggs, sour cream, salsa! Also invent your own!
For a giggly good time of my kids and I making this not so dainty but definitely delicious dish, watch our YouTube Video HERE!
And happy cooking!
I hope you have had an opportunity to check out my new You Tube Channel: JennyJennyGenesis! We are having a blast making all kinds of meatless meals for your Fridays this Lent. Today we made two sauces: Chinese Peanut Sauce, and Pesto!
Chinese Peanut Sauce
From Mollie Katzen’s Moosewood Cookbook
I usually double or triple this recipe as it keeps well and can be used in several wonderful ways! Over rice, noodles, vegetables, or as a dip for lettuce wraps!
2 chopped onions
4 crushed cloves fresh garlic
1 Stick salted butter
3 TBS flour
3-6 cups milk, half and half, coconut milk (anything creamy will work)!
7oz jar of Pesto
Parmesan Cheese to taste
Cook the chopped onion in olive oil until translucent, then add crushed garlic to pan, cooking until fragrant. Set aside and add stick of butter to pan. Then add 3 tablespoons of flour to pan and stir with a whisk to create a golden paste, called roux which will thicken your sauce. Once the butter and flour have been combined and heated through, slowly add the creamy substance of your choice. We used half and half and coconut milk in the video but we have successfully used sour cream and water in a pinch! The point is you use anywhere from 3-6 cups of liquid to the pan and stir slowly until you have the desired consistency. We ended up adding approximately 6 cups to ours. The viscosity was thick enough to coat a spoon! Then we added back in the onion and garlic and a 7oz jar of pesto. I prefer the Costco brand pesto but have had great success with the other grocery store brands as well.
Mix it all together over low heat and pour over noodles, adding fresh shredded parm to taste. I recommend a hearty handful! Enjoy!
This is a favorite recipe at our house! The kids love to make it, and I love to eat it. It’s vegetarian, so it’s perfect for meatless Fridays in Lent! This comes from the Moosewood Cookbook by Mollie Katzen, my fave! I hope you enjoy it!
Also, please like and follow us on YouTube! The Zuccanoes video is up!
The JennyJennyGenesis crew is having a ton of fun cooking up some hilarious videos for you all!
Recently I have been looking to put words to this phase of life that I find myself in. I wanted it to sound positive, even though stretched is really how I feel, and one day while roaming the libraries ‘new’ shelf I saw this title and it jumped out at me. I really want to be welcoming to my family and friends in a way that is exactly what was written on the cover of the book, “Learning to embrace the imperfect and entertain with thoughtfulness and ease.” Yes! This is what I want, I thought. So I cracked that book open, and haven’t looked back. I have Kon Maried, and now I will Wabi-Sabi! If you need a beautiful visual vacation, check it out!
“The idea developed when two separate words, wabi and sabi were joined to convey a certain look, feeling, and world perspective. Wabi means something like simplicity, humility, and living in tune with nature; it describes someone who is content with little and makes the most of whatever he or she has, always moving toward having less. Sabi on the other hand refers to what happens with the passage of time: it’s about transience and the beauty and authenticity of age. Practicing sabi is learning to accept the natural cycle of growth and death, as well as embracing the imperfections that come with this progression. Together wabi and sabi form a feeling that finds harmony and serenity in what is uncomplicated, unassuming, mysterious, and fleeting. ”
One of the things I sometimes struggle with (holla if ya hear me) is Michigan weather and entertaining other than during the summer poses a space issue. I haven’t quite worked out a way to host in a way that doesn’t feel extremely claustrophobic. And then the kids are destroying the already destroyed underbelly of our house (the basement) which serves as a family closet. And I don’t want to be that mom who doesn’t let the kids play in the basement or bedrooms or whatever place that is very wreckable, and so I let it go in the name of hospitality, but what I’m really doing while trying to enjoy my guests is not obsess over the messy results of having friends over. Sigh. So if you have figured out how to make that work, please do tell- I’m very curious.
As a young person I was constantly having people over, lots and lots of parties, I never even thought about the appearance of my apartment- I was just so happy to be spending time with people! I was all hygge and everything! I know you’ve heard of that whole hygge movement, right? Wikipedia says: “In both Danish and Norwegian, hygge refers to “a form of everyday togetherness”, “a pleasant and highly valued everyday experience of safety, equality, personal wholeness and a spontaneous social flow”. The noun hygge includes something nice, cozy, safe and known, referring to a psychological state. Collins English Dictionary defines the word as “a concept, originating in Denmark, of creating cozy and convivial atmospheres that promote well-being”.
Now, life in a big family doesn’t often lend itself to spontaneity, but what if we just stopped caring about the perfection that will never be there? What if we just joined forces with our brothers and sisters in the Lord and made it socially acceptable to have socks and back packs and candy wrappers on the ground while having friends over? Because sitting here in my living room that is essentially “clean,” there is debris on the floor. It’s not disgusting or anything, it’s just farrrr from perfect. That’s how my life is: not perfect. Pretty darn awesome, but just never flawless. Like I cook a nice dinner- all the kids aren’t home, I feel like a failure because I love having everyone all together….. Well, life is busy and it’s not perfect. So- I’m challenging myself to think in these moments: thank you Lord for this moment (even though I am struggling with it not being ALL perfect) that I get to be with these special people you have given me! Help me to love them with your love. Give me wisdom to be here now and know your will in all things. It’s just way more about accepting what it is than making it how I think it should be! I think hygge for me is letting go of my unrealistic expectations.
The thing is about being invited over is when I am the company I always feel like I’m putting the other person out, and I am so grateful and blessed by the sacrifices that I know went into that interaction, specifically cleaning up and preparing food- I end up feeling like I am imposing, and so overwhelmed by generosity I could just weep! This happened last summer- friends I’ve known since Highschool, Eric and Bea (and their six lovely kids) had us over to their house- and I was so happy to reconnect with them, and see how they ‘live in a shoe’ as their house is even smaller than mine! Eric had constructed an awesome umbrellaed area outside to grill and deep fry food- keeping heat out of the kitchen and allowing socializing while cooking- ingenious! And Bea was chill just talking with us on the front porch while all our kids were running around the yard. She and Eric are an example of Wabi Sabi hospitality- they weren’t stressed out about our nine extra people coming over- they were just ready to spend time with us. Now— Eric must have put in some extra time with those wings- because they were insanely delicious- but we had so much fun. And I was inspired, not only to host again but to enjoy the whole process as these folks do.
There are still a few months of cold to look forward to, don’t you worry! So I plan on trying out some of the techniques in this book, creating spaces in my home that are easy to sit in and relax- not too much clutter, just cozy and simple furnishings that cause you to chill. And also very easy food- this book is full of super delicious food that really isn’t difficult. Here are some examples of the many recipes found inside: Baked Apples, Fancy Toast, Wholesome Bowl, and Pumpkin Pizza! YUMMMMMM! There are several recipes that are characteristic of each place the author visits as she takes us through Japan, Denmark, California, France, and Italy. I really like this aspect of the book because I WILL ONE DAY TRAVEL! It’s interesting to hear about the little tidbits from each place, like this from Denmark:
“Commit to Coffee Breaks- Drinking coffee with friends is nearly sacred in Denmark-it might even be considered the equivalent of the tea ceremony in Japan. Both rituals celebrate being present in the moment and stepping away from anything else for that period of time. Scandinavians in general regularly take time for warm drinks and treats, usually favoring something much slower and more social than caffeine to go. While the Danish don’t assign a proper name to it (in Sweden it’s referred to as fika), breaking from work or Saturday chores to enjoy a cup of coffee with a friend is seen as a priority rather than a luxury.” p.78
A really really beautiful book that is well worth the indulgence.
Annnnnnnnd, speaking of food- beginning next week my family and I are starting a weekly video of our cooking celebrations, just in time for LENT! It’s called Friday Foodies, I hope you pop in and see what we’ll be cooking on those infamous meatless Fridays! yipee!
I had the opportunity to hear the beautiful Dr. Gianna Emmanuela Molla- daughter of Saint Gianna-speak at Father Gabriel Richard Highschool the other night, at an I.d. 9:16 Special Presentation. I am still glowing from the inspiration I received from her beautiful testimony. I have to be honest, when I first heard the story of Saint Gianna, I was confronted with my own selfish response to the question: if I were a mother who was expecting a baby and found out that I had a cancerous tumor growing alongside my baby, would I be willing to lose my own life for the sake of my unborn child? Even if it meant leaving three young children and the love of my life- in order to give life to this wee baby? I surely do not know. I am so stuck in my human mindset- a child needs it’s mother, and a husband needs his wife, certainly! I was so moved by Gianna’s message because I wasn’t expecting to learn so much from her.
Here is what I learned:
If you wish to help support the community that Gianna Emanuella represents, she is on a mission to turn her childhood home into a shrine with perpetual adoration. For this she needs funds to restore the home and make the place accessible for all to visit and be touched by this modern saints life and story.
I hope you are also inspired by this Everyday Saint- and that you and your loved ones are drawn deeper into the vortex of love that this faithful woman points to. Please share with me your favorite Saint! And even better- I issue you this challenge: what are you doing right now to help YOU become a saint?
Long ago I had a friend who was very dear to me, still is, who was in a relationship with an atheist. She felt that she could leave her Christianity behind because of her love for this man. It hurts even now to talk about it, because I really had to let that go. What can be said when a person, friend or family has made up their mind? Nothing. All you can do is quietly love them from afar because embracing them full on is also accepting the logic they are using to reject God. It’s difficult.
There are places and people who feel like a warm pocket. Every time I go to them, I have an encounter with someone who recenters my faith, who brings me back to reality, back to God and His Church. I have had to make a distinct choice to spend time with these people, to linger in these places. I think sometimes we think that Christians must just be born faithful, must have some natural tendency towards wanting to be holy. It’s not true. Being a Christian is an every day, moment to moment decision, that takes guts.
Want to stay married and be in a committed and loving relationship? Be around couples who speak highly of each other. Want to have a good report with your children as adults? Hang with moms and dads whose children keep coming home long after college. Want to feel supported and part of something? Pick a parish and stick with it, volunteer your time, make it your responsibility. It takes perseverance and hard choices to get what you want out of life.
I know that some folks don’t want to hear me say this, because it may sting a little: we don’t live in a Christian world, anymore. Even when I was growing up there was some shame when a person did something that was obviously against the teachings of Jesus, now- it’s ALL GOOD. Literally. There are so many confusions, I get confused about it. I have gay friends who are confused, too. Can we just switch genders and change clothes and feel good about making everyone else and their mother feel super uncomfortable, sure- because we should do whatever makes US HAPPY, right!?!?! I know it’s counter-cultural to be a Christian, but I really truly believe in God and the teachings of the one, holy, Catholic Church! I know that must be okay because it makes me happy.
Recently, when I was at a prayer meeting I got a vision that Jesus wanted to take me and some of the strong women I was sitting close to and stick us in a pocket, a place where we could be safe and out of the way, I thought, somewhere where we could be together and not have to worry about the way the world sees us. It was a lovely vision. I feel like the way of life I long for is totally unattainable because of all the worldly influences that inundate us constantly. It’s almost like, even if there were a place to rally the wagons and create a bubble, it’s too late, because of internet access, constant media in our faces, and the comparison mirror staring into us, we cannot -NOT pop that Utopian bubble we’d sometimes like to surround around our growing families. But Gods ways are not our ways, and even though we are unpopular we will stand tall and proud and continue to try and be vigilant and protective as long as we can. We will find these pockets.
Later at mass, a different day, I was praying and found myself caught up in the after receiving the Eucharist bliss. That feeling so warm and so full. God loves us so much he is willing to come to us as food. How amazing. How satisfying. And as I’m praying I kept coming back to the crucifix, that standing announcement that nothing is simple, and every one of us suffers. I kept examining Christ’s face and longing to wipe away his tears, and like Mary must have felt, saddened that he had to receive this torture, but then my eye kept moving towards his strong chest. YES! That’s it, of course- God was letting me imagine pockets because he wants me in a specific pocket: HIS pocket. His Chest Pocket. He is always trying to move me closer to Himself if only I’d let Him direct me. I do want to be next to your Sacred Heart, Lord! I want to be right there where you can reach me.
Reach us, Lord, and use us. Help us to be instruments of your tender love.