Just to See Her Smile

I am head over heels in love with Lyla. I never knew I could love anything or anyone this much. And although I am sure I'm biased, I am also pretty sure I have the cutest baby in the entire world. Every day she does something cuter than the day before and she wins me over in an instant when she smiles up at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes. It absolutely melts my heart. I can be going on 3 hours of sleep, be in desperate need of a shower, and wondering why it is that she has not stopped crying for the last hour, and then she smiles at me and it all becomes worth it.

Melts your heart, doesn't it?

As crazy in love that I am with her, I cant lie. Having a two month old baby can make many simple things just a tad bit difficult. Cooking is one of them. Her naps are still unpredictable and dinner time is usually the fussiest time of the day. Even going to the grocery store (something that I use to love) has now become a frantic race to see how quickly I can get items into the cart. And more often than not, I end up grabbing things that I have no purpose for and missing the majority of items I had actually intended to buy. Yesterday, for example I was the crazy lady at Metro Mart pushing a huge cart with a carseat on top, holding a screaming kid in my other hand and just throwing things into the cart (if you saw me there, I apologize!). I'd push the cart forward, grab the next item and repeat. I am sure I was a sight to see. She cried the entire time I was in the store, then took it up a whole other notch when I tried to put her back in her car seat so we could drive home. The poor thing exhausted herself so much that this is what I had when we finally arrived home:

Note the bag of groceries being held captive under her car seat.

Adorable? Yes. Great cooking partner? Hell no. So as we continue to adjust to life with a little one, fancy and fun has gone out the door and quick and easy meals have replaced them. Two of our favorite go to meals have been barbecue pork in the slow cooker and pesto chicken.

My slow cooker has probably become my best friend over the last 2 months (thank you C. Brown!). It is wonderful to be able to throw a few items in the cooker at the beginning of the day and return to it 8 hours later to find a delicious meal. It has saved me many-a-times. This one is actually a recipe that my mom had shared with me and it is oh-so-good. It is very similar to a pulled pork, but a million times more simple. So often I have spent hours preparing pulled pork, not to mention using an endless number of ingredients. This recipe requires 4 ingredients and about 10 minutes of your time.

Start off by cleaning and trimming your pork. Cover all sides with the rub of your choice, be it store bought or your own creation (I used an applewood rub). Place the pork in the slower cooker and add water until it reaches about half way up the pork. Cover and cook on high for 7-8 hours.

Once the meat is fork tender, drain the water keeping about 1 cup for the sauce. Next, shred the meat.

Add the cup of reserved water and about a cup of your favorite barbecue sauce (KC Masterpiece is obviously the best option here.) Stir together and let simmer on low for about 10-15 minutes.

Serve as is, or on a bun if you prefer and with the sides of your choice. Seriously, the easiest meal ever!

Our second quick and easy go to meal has been pesto chicken. Now, I know all of you are aware that I love growing my own basil. There is no better smell than that of freshly picked basil and the taste doesn't even compare to that of the store bought stuff. I also despise store bought pesto. It is just not the same as when you make it yourself. And pesto is so easy to make, there is no need to buy it.

To start off, take 2 cups of fresh basil and 1/4 cup of pine nuts and blend together. Add in 1/2 cup or so of extra virgin olive oil and blend until smooth. Finally add 1/4 cup of parmesan cheese.

On the thickest side of your chicken breast, using a knife, cut a pocket in the chicken. Add in about a tablespoon or so of the fresh pesto.

Cook the chicken at 425 degrees for about 30 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through. Add even amounts of the remaining pesto on top of the chicken along with a slice of tomato and a few drops of balsamic vinegar. Cook for 2 more minutes until the pesto and tomato have become warm.

I am sure someday soon I will be able to get back to cooking those fun, fancy meals (and in a few years, I have no doubt I will have that great cooking partner in my little Lyla! or at least a great cookie tasting partner.), but in the mean time, I'll continue to share some of the quick and easy ones I am relying on. And even on those shower-less, sleepless days, I know that I will always choose Lyla's beautiful smile over a home cooked meal. There is just nothing that can compare.

Lyla Reagan Fischer

It has been more than six weeks since I last posted. And while andbread has been silent, my life, over these last forty-odd days, has been anything but; a whirlwind of the new and the noisy. Just four days after my last post, my life was changed forever, as my husband and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world. After nine months of anxiously waiting and 17.5 hours of labor, Lyla Reagan Fischer finally decided to make her grand entrance. Lyla was born on June 26th at 11:11 a.m. She weighed 6 pounds 10 ounces and measured 20 inches long.

For the last month-and-a-half, we have been adjusting to life with a newborn and loving every minute of it (well, almost every minute; the 3 A.M. feedings took some getting used to). I do have to admit that with Lyla here, there have been many nights that cooking has been the furthest thing from my mind. I have been able to whip up a few nice, homemade meals during nap time, but on those days when nap time just doesn't happen, I've been forced to find the easiest option which, quite often, has been sandwiches. I am proud to say though that I have yet to serve cereal for dinner (although give it time, I am sure it will happen).

This last weekend though was a very special weekend for our new, little family of three. Lyla was baptized and all of our family traveled great distances to be with us and celebrate as we welcomed Lyla into the Catholic Church.

It was a very special weekend and of course was worthy of a very special homemade meal. Our menu included slow cooked barbecue brisket (prepared by Adam), barbecue pork, roasted potatoes, fruit salad, green salad, broccoli salad, asian salad (yes there were a ton of salads!, but all very delicious), baked beans and vanilla cupcakes (recipe below). It took many hands and many hours to prepare all of this wonderful food, and it was the perfect way to celebrate an oh-so important moment in Lyla's life.

That evening as we all gathered to share the food together and support Lyla on her big day, I looked around the room at our wonderful family and felt my heart swell. This little girl of mine has no idea just how lucky she is; lucky to have a such a loving family that will support her, cheer her on, travel great distances for her and love her unconditionally and indefinitely. At six weeks old, she is already surrounded in love, with team of people standing behind her. 

So, my sweet, little Lyla, on this your baptism weekend, there are three things that I wish for you...

The first is faith. Faith in God that He will lead you and watch over you all of your life and that He will never abandon you. Faith in yourself, that you can accomplish anything and everything you will ever dream of and then some. Faith in your family, that we will always love you, always support you and always be here for you.

My second wish for you is knowledge. That you will have a constant and undying thirst for it. That you will always question and search for truth. And that when you cannot find your answers, that you will turn to God and rely on Him for wisdom.

And my final wish for you is love. That you will learn to love with your whole heart and without hesitation. That you will trust in the never-ending love that your parents have for you and fall on it during hard times. And that you, my baby girl, will one day have a child of your own and learn that there is a whole new level of love that you could have never even imagined existing.

Thank you to all of our family, especially Lyla's Godparents, for making her baptism weekend so wonderful. She truly is the luckiest little girl.

And as promised, the recipe for Lyla's Baptism Cupcakes (recipe from Allysa Torey, owner of Magnolia Bakery).

Vanilla Cupcakes

1 1/2 cups of self-rising flour

1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour

1 cup of butter, softened

2 cups of sugar

4 eggs

1 cup of milk

1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

Start by creaming the butter until smooth. Then add the sugar and beat together. Add one egg at a time until you have added all 4 and beat the batter between each egg. Add the flours in three parts alternating with the milk and vanilla. Do not over beat the batter.

Bake the cupcakes at 350 degrees for 25 minutes.

Vanilla Buttercream

1 cup of butter, softened

6 cups of confectioners' sugar

1/2 cup of milk

2 teaspoons of vanilla extract

In a large bowl mix together the butter, 4 cups of sugar, the milk and vanilla. Beat until smooth. Gradually add additional sugar as need, but only one cup at a time. Beat until smooth and until the icing has reached the desired consistency.

Note: In this warm weather, the frosting melts very quickly as you can tell by the furthest cupcake on the right. As soon as you have frosted the cupcakes, get them into the refrigerator to avoid melting. I had intended to add pink "L's" to the top of the cupcakes, but with the heat did not want them to turn into big pink blobs. Next time.

Super Stitions, Super Meal, Super Bowl

I have a somewhat superstitious husband. If one of his teams loses while he's wearing a particular shirt, he won't wear it again for the rest of the season (sorry "baby blue Malkin", so long "6th Seed"). If a game's unfolding poorly, he'll quickly switch seats, and trust that by doing so, he'll have some direct, karmic influence on the outcome. During Steelers games, he's particularly intense. He nervously clenches, then furiously waves his ratty, and increasingly misshapen Terrible Towel. And, for some bizarre reason, he refuses to wash it until the end of the season. By Week 17, the thing is disgusting ... you seriously have no idea. A season's worth of sweat, sauce and saliva, all stained on a faded yellow rag. I have contemplated sneaking it into the wash before, but always decide it's just not worth it. So last week when I was asking him to submit his request for his Super Bowl meal, he reminded me that two years ago I made pulled pork sandwiches for the Super Bowl and what happened? The Steelers won their sixth ring. So obviously I would be making pulled pork sandwiches again this year to ensure the Steelers their seventh title. My pulled pork was 1-0, and you just don't mess with a winning combination.

So for Super Bowl Sunday, after all food requests had been submitted, this was our menu:

Appetizer (to be served during the 1st quarter): Mushroom and White Cheese stuffed Pierogies
Main Course (to be served at halftime): Pulled Pork Sandwiches and coleslaw
Dessert (to be served during the 4th quarter): "Black and Yellow" Ice Cream Sandwiches 


I had never made pierogies before, so I was anticipating a challenge with our appetizer course. I started off by making a basic pierogi dough. I combined 3 1/2 cups of flour, 3 eggs, a little bit of sour cream and about 1/2 a cup of water into a large bowl. After stirring the ingredients together, the dough was still dry and flaky, so I gradually added another 1/2 cup of water until the mixture came together.

Next, I floured the counter top and began to knead the dough. I continued doing so until it was smooth and only slightly sticky (which should take no more than five minutes).

I wrapped the dough in plastic wrap and left it on the counter to rest for about 20 minutes. In the meantime, I got a head start on the pork by preparing a dry rub.

For my rub, I wanted something full-flavored with a touch of heat. I combined brown sugar, Hungarian paprika, cayenne pepper, salt and black pepper in a small bowl.

Next, after trimming off a little bit of the excess fat, I coated the pork with the rub until it was completely covered.

 I then sautéed an onion in the dutch oven before adding in the pork. 

Next, I added about 1/3 cup of Apple Cider vinegar, a little bit of tomato paste, Worcestershire sauce, Dijon mustard and about 1/2 a cup of barbecue sauce. At this point, all the hard work was done and there was nothing left to do but allow time and low heat to work its magic.

Once the meat was cooking away, it was time to whip up the filling for the pierogies. I was not a huge fan of the idea of (the more traditional) potato-filled pierogies (wrapping one starch in another seemed a tad excessive, and a bit filling for a mid-evening appetizer). Since my husband agreed to trying something a little different, I decided to go with a mushroom and cheese filling. I began by cleaning and chopping up a whole package of mushrooms. I sautéed those just until soft.

I then shredded about a cup of aged white cheddar, which we picked up at Milwaukee's MetroMart. 

I combined these two ingredients into a bowl and seasoned them with a little black pepper, salt and onion powder, then set aside until it was time to fill the pierogies. 

I then set off to roll out and shape my pierogies. This would have been the perfect opportunity to break out my new pasta machine that I got for Christmas, but I kept thinking to myself that I could handle this all on my own. Well, I could, and I did, but because of this, my pierogies ended up a little on the large side. Next time, I think I'll try the pasta machine and see if it makes a difference.

To shape the pierogies, I took about a tablespoon or so of dough rolled it into a ball and then rolled it out on a floured surface into the best circle I could with a rolling pin (be sure to cover the finished dough with a towel to avoid drying out). I did this over and over again until all the dough had been used.

It was finally time to fill the pierogies. I did so by taking a spoonful of my mushroom and cheese filling and placing it in the center of the dough. 

I then folded it in half and enclosed the edges by pinching the sides together. I repeated this step until all of the pierogies had been filled and sealed.

When Christina Aguiliera forgot the words to the National Anthem, I took it as my cue to cook the pierogies. To do so, I brought a large pot of water to a boil. Once it was fully boiling, I added in the piergoies and allowed them to cook until they had been floating at the top of the water for about 4 or 5 minutes. 

After all of the pierogies had been removed from the water, I heated up a little bit of olive oil in a sauté pan. I wanted my peirogies to have a little bite, and a nice outer crisp, so I sauteed them for a few minutes, before finally seasoning them with a little bit of black pepper, and serving them to my ever so anxious husband. 

And.... they were a hit! Although Adam said so with a little bit too much of surprise in his voice, I knew they were a success when there were no leftovers. Sautéing them added a wonderful texture and the white cheddar provided a rich flavor that really made the filling stand out. The only thing I need now is to master is how to make them a little bit smaller!

Throughout the course of the day, I had been checking on the pork and stirring it as needed. By the time the Black Eyed Peas were warming up their mics (and dusting off their Light Bright shoulder pads), the pork was juicy, tender and already falling apart. Adam asked me if I needed him to shred the meat, but the job was basically done and with very little effort. As soon as I would pick up a piece of pork with the tongs, the meat would literally fall apart. Perfect!

I toasted the buns, topped them with a heaping serving of pulled pork, plated up the coleslaw that Adam made, and got ready to enjoy a less than glamorous halftime show.

By the 4th quarter, it looked like the Steelers would complete their comeback, and it was time to prepare the final course of our meal. Earlier that morning I had whipped up a batch of my favorite Double Chocolate Chip cookies for the"sandwich" part of the ice cream sandwiches. I loaded them up with a generous amount of vanilla ice cream and then rolled the edges in yellow sugar to complete my fabulous "Black and Yellow" ice cream sandwiches. 

Although the outcome of the game was not what we had hoped for, the meal was even better than expected. The pierogies were a great first time attempt and even impressed a Pittsburgh native; the pulled pork was bursting with flavor and could not have been more tender; and the ice cream sandwiches were the perfect comfort as the game came to a very disappointing, and anticlimactic end. Knowing my superstitious husband though, I can't imagine he will be requesting this meal the next time the Steelers play in the Super Bowl, but I  have no doubt that all three of these courses will be made again. We will just have to wait until next year for that seventh ring. 

Sunday Gravy

After a fun-filled weekend of family, friends and Notre Dame football, Sunday night somehow creeped up on me. Before I knew it, the family and friends were gone, and exhaustion and laundry were all that was left. With just a few free hours remaining before my dreaded alarm clock would sound, and a long week of work would force me back into reality, I decided a flavorful, hearty Sunday dinner with the husband was more than necessary.

I pillaged through the cabinets only to discover the remains of our Friday night cookout and stale tailgate food. I knew those items would not result in the end of the weekend dinner I was hoping for. Instead of scraping together a random spread of leftover brats, dips and an assortment of cheeses, I grabbed my keys and headed to the store in search of quality ingredients and inspiration. 

Within 30 minutes I was chopping and humming away as the husband watched his 5th football game of the weekend.  An hour later the meal was ready and the husband well-fed; proclaiming my creation “amazing” and rating it #1 across-the-board in his three, very nuanced, very refined categories. Beefy. Cheesy. Saucy. 

Pasta with Sunday Gravy:

What you need:

1 onion

1 large carrot

2 stalks of celery

Extra Virgin Olive Oil

1 red pepper

1 1/3 pound of ground meat (I used a mixture of beef and pork)

I can of diced tomatoes

1 can of tomato sauce

1/2 cup of heavy cream

1 cup of Zinfandel

1 bay leaf

Sea Salt

Freshly Ground Pepper

Fresh Basil

Freshly grated Parmesan Cheese

Pasta of your choice

First, chop the onion, celery, carrot and red pepper. Heat the olive oil in a large pan over medium heat. Add the first 3 ingredients and allow to sweat until soft. 

Add in the red pepper and bay leaf. Allow to cook for a few more minutes. 

Add in the ground meat. I used a mixture of ground beef and ground pork although you could use ground turkey and/or ground veal. Any combination would work. On this occasion, I used a bit more beef than pork.

Allow the meat to cook all the way through. Once browned, add in the red wine and bring to a boil. 

Allow the wine to reduce before adding in the diced tomatoes and tomato sauce. Stir together before adding in the cream. Add sea salt and freshly ground pepper to taste.

Once all of the ingredients are combined, bring the sauce to a simmer and allow to cook for up to 2 hours. If you are in a hurry and do not have 2 hours to spare, let the sauce meld for about 20 minutes before serving. However, the longer the ingredients have to fuse together, the greater the results. 

After the sauce has been simmering for an extended period of time, bring a pot of water to a boil and cook your pasta. You are going to want to select a pasta that can hold up to the weight and texture of this sauce (for example, pappardelle would work well). On this particular Sunday evening, I decided to use lasagna. Once it was cooked, I cut the lasagna into strips. 

Drain the pasta and set aside. Select a large serving bowl and spread roughly a cup of the sauce on the bottom. Add the pasta followed by the remainder of the sauce. 

Toss, and top with freshly chopped basil and grated parmesan. An easy trick for chopping basil is to to layer about 5 or 6 leaves on top of each other. Roll the basil tightly from side to side and then coarsely chop from top to bottom. This makes perfect basil slices! Once you have topped your pasta with the fresh herbs and cheese, serve immediately. 

Finally, as our friend Alex likes to say “Enjoy your Sunday Gravy!"

Mangia!