Sunday, February 26, 2012

hello! and goodbye for a minute


Dear Medical School:

Did you know that you made me miss two of my very best friends’ birthdays this week? Do you even care? I have been struggling lately with the dichotomous moral you project in trying to teach me to care for others. You have made me say No to the ‘others’ (my actual friends) in these training years so many times that I wonder what kind of caring doctor you could hope to be producing.

I rave and rant…but I am still thankful for you. Just don’t be so demanding; share me a little with my friends and family.

Thank you,
hannah

Dear readers:

It is test week. This means a few things:
1) I am already making a list of all the things I would rather be doing (and will do over spring break next week!)
2) I really should not be blogging
3) I have been wearing the same sweatpants and fleece for about 6 days straight (don’t worry, I change when I leave the house…sometimes)
4) I have a headache (but I am hoping it is because my brain is full)
5) I really should not be blogging

So I will see you in a week!
hannah

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

just a little something pretty

shaved zucchini salad

very thinly slice two large zucchinis (with a vegetable peeler or a mandolin)
drizzle with olive oil, lemon juice (about half a lemon's worth), salt and pepper, chopped mint (about a loose tablespoon) and toss to coat well.
sprinkle with crumbled feta (about 1/4 cup, depending on how much you like feta) and pine nuts (about two tablespoons worth, nicely toasted)
serve to others....or you could eat this whole thing yourself and not even feel bad about it






Monday, February 20, 2012

welllll, im not sure


I have been struggling lately with the way of things, you know, like the way the world works. Is everything that happens within God’s will (a thought which is both comforting and safe, but perplexing considering all the pains of this life) or do we just make our own decisions, both good and bad, and God is able to use them to his glory? As much as I now want to buck against the former, I used to whole-heartedly agree with it. Lately however, with all the pain I have seen close friends go through, I have to wonder: seriously God? Why do you use such dark hues if you are allegedly painting a masterpiece? Are these just the sketches upon which you will layer brighter color, the rough but necessary foundations on which you will build your blessings?  I find myself trapped by my inability to offer real fixes to people’s hurting. I can only be present and voice my [hopefully] still firm belief that God’s will works through and with their present discomforts towards the telos of something grand. I think that is how the world works maybe. 

Monday, February 13, 2012

my valentine

Ben and I usually celebrate Valentine’s Day on the 13th (vs the 14th) because we are so opposed to being mainstream. I am only kidding; I honestly cannot remember why we started this deviant little tradition, but I have enjoyed the 13th’s of the past for the relaxed 14th’s it affords. My favorite Valentine’s that I can remember with Ben thus far was our junior year of college. Our church had given each member $5 as sort of a challenge to see what kind of gift you could generate to give back to the church. We decided to sell a Valentine’s Day dinner: I would cater the event and husBen would be the man-servant (the waiter if you will). Two couples bought the dinner for $100 a piece and showed up to my little eclectic college home on that February 14th. By that time, I was already sweating in the kitchen (in my sexy sweatpants) and Ben was fully decked out, bowtie and all, in his black-watch plaid tuxedo, ready to facilitate some romance. I hid behind the curtain most of the dinner as Ben refilled wine glasses, whisked away empty plates and set down the next courses, charming his way through every move. The evening went beautifully and the couples seemed very thankful for the exaggerated effort we made. What a V-day!

Since we are going against our grain and joining the masses for the celebration of Russell Stovers and roses tomorrow (since Ben has a late class tonight), I decided to write him a little public declaration of my love...right here…right now.

Dear husBen, here are just a few reasons why I love you:
You have red hair
You have a maturity only acquired through facing real difficulty
You can rock a bow-tie
You actively seek after and struggle with the same God that I do, and I have been proud of your spiritual growth over the years that I have known you.
You brought Quimby dog into this relationship (and I am so in love with him!!).
You are handsome. Like on par with ryan gosling.
You know how to relax when I don’t.
I can tell you will be a good dad by the way you interact with Abram.
You are a servant.
You love and prioritize your family…and I actually love your family so much that it makes me love you more.
You have really taken on “mowing” (vacuuming) as your job. And that distinguishes you from most husbands.
You are very knowledgeable about wines.
You are an athlete.
You adored me. Hey it’s hard not to like that.
You have good friends. That means you are a good friend.
You get compared to Robert Redford, JFK, and British royalty…and I like that.
I like that you seem to get us places fast- it makes me think that I am an inadequate driver…but I do not need to be a good one since I have you.
You are my greatest blessing.


Happy Valentine’s Day

Saturday, February 11, 2012

gray and yellow


Your perception of self inevitably influences your attitude towards others. Whether consciously or not, your inner colors do show outwardly (most vividly to those closest to you, from whom you cannot hide things with a smile). The eye of whatever tornado you find yourself in may feel calm, but be wary that those around you are probably being swept up in its inclusive winds. 

I have been feeling a bit gray this week. I would like to blame it on the weather, which has been gray as well, because I fear blaming it on my confining cubicle at school since I still have to sit there and study diligently for the next 4 months or so. I also do not want to blame it on others, as I should daily have the strength to deal with anyone in front of me (right? right?). I am still not sure what to do when these moods strike. The most light hearted advice I have received thus far was from my big brother, who suggested that I pour myself a glass of cold milk and sit in front of an episode of Jersey Shore.

I know that we must be conscious and intentional in righting our inner perspective first in order for us to genuinely focus on someone else. Otherwise we will rub off on them our gray… and really now, who needs that?

so steamy

Lemon Garlic Thyme Chicken
4 big boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into bite-size pieces
several good glugs of olive oil

2 onions, diced

8 cloves of garlic, minced

2 lemons, cut 4 thin slices and juice the rest
2 zucchinis, cut in half lengthwise and sliced
in large chunks
8 branches of thyme

2 cups chicken stock

salt and pepper to taste

In a large pot or Dutch oven, warm up your olive oil over medium heat. Add the chicken and brown on all sides. Do not worry about cooking the chicken through just yet, as you will be simmering it for awhile later. Remove the browned chicken to a clean plate and set aside.
Warm up another glug of olive oil over medium heat. It’s fine if you’ve got some bits of meat sticking to the bottom of your pot, it will come off once you add your liquid. Sautee the onion, garlic, zucchini, thyme, and lemon slices. Stir it all together and allow the vegetables to just begin softening, about 5 minutes.
Add the chicken back to the pot and pour the stock and lemon juice over top. Give it all a stir, turn the heat down a touch and simmer for 40 minutes with the lid off (occasionally give it a stir). Taste before you serve (always) so that you can salt and pepper as needed. 

Monday, February 6, 2012

relief and recipes


Illness is a rather difficult subject. I realize the irony in this statement considering my career path, but I can confirm through experience that the tables truly turn when you are the patient (or in my instance, when you live with the patient). We have been worried as of late that dear Ben had some more serious illness than the gastroparesis he dealt with in the fall. Oh, we convinced ourselves of all sorts of possibilities, with Multiple Sclerosis topping my list (gee, thanks Medscape app). The symptoms fit; my age, my plans, my dreams and immediate plans did not (I can be so selfish sometimes).

This previous Friday, we found ourselves in Temple, once again at the Emerald City that is Scott and White hospital. A visit with his internist, his regular infusion, an MRI of his brain, and an appointment with his urologist later, we find out that he is clear! Prayers answered! Anxiety uprooted!

What of this? What have we learned? That you really do not choose your weakness, but that your love of the person bringing it is far stronger than the immediate discomfort. That the phrase “in sickness and in health” can bring you to your knees in prayer and/or to cloud nine in pure elation. That more time and a free mind are really very valuable assets and should be acknowledged and met with gratitude.

Beef tenderloin with mushrooms and red wine reduction

3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
12 ounces baby bellas, sliced (or whatever mushrooms you like!)
Kosher salt, freshly ground pepper
4 tablespoons (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, divided
4 beef tenderloin filets
Coarsely cracked black pepper
5 garlic cloves, lightly crushed
1 6" sprig rosemary
1 cup dry red wine
3/4 cup low-salt chicken stock
2 tablespoons chopped fresh tarragon

Heat 2 tablespoons oil in a large heavy skillet over medium-high heat. Add mushrooms; cook, stirring occasionally, until soft and golden, about 7 minutes. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Transfer to a bowl; set aside.
Melt 1 tablespoon butter with remaining 1 tablespoon oil in same skillet over medium heat. Season steak with salt and cracked pepper. Add steak, garlic, and rosemary to skillet. Cook about 5 minutes per side for medium-rare (you must gauge this depending on the thickness of your steaks). Transfer to a cutting board. Let rest while preparing sauce.
Discard garlic and rosemary from skillet. Use a fork to remove any large bits (of garlic or whatever) still in your skillet. Add wine; cook, stirring up bits, until reduced to 3/4 cup, about 5 minutes. Stir in stock; bring to a boil. Simmer until reduced to 1/2 cup, about 5 (or 7 or more) minutes. Remove from heat; Whisk in 3 tablespoons butter. Stir in mushrooms and 1 tablespoon tarragon. Season with salt and pepper.
Spoon mushroom mixture onto plates. For presentation’s sake, you can thinly slice steak; serve over mushrooms. Garnish with remaining 1 tablespoon tarragon.
Serves 4. Adapted from Bon Apetit.

Pecan pie

Pie pastry dough (I used Pillsbury)
¾ stick salted butter
1 ¼ cups packed light brown sugar
1 tablespoon bourbon (optional)
¾ cup light corn syrup
2 ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract
½ teaspoon grated orange zest
¼ teaspoon salt
3 large eggs
2 ½ cups pecan halves

Preheat oven to 350°F with a baking sheet on middle rack.
Fit your pie pastry dough to a pie plate. Fold overhang under and lightly press against rim of pie plate, then crimp decoratively. Lightly prick bottom all over with a fork. Chill until firm, at least 30 minutes (or freeze 10 minutes).
Meanwhile, melt butter in a small heavy saucepan over medium heat. Add brown sugar, whisking until smooth. You can add in a tablespoon of Bourbon at this point for an extra little kick (of flavor!!!). Remove from heat and whisk in corn syrup, vanilla, zest, and salt. Lightly beat eggs in a medium bowl, then whisk in corn syrup mixture.
Put pecans in pie shell and pour corn syrup mixture evenly over them. Bake on hot baking sheet until filling is set, 50 minutes to 1 hour. Cool completely.
Adapted from Gourmet

Saturday, February 4, 2012

busy joy

WED 9:15 PM:
Callie comes over for pecan pie baking and a glass of wine.

THURS 6:45 AM:
I jump out of bed to start the focaccia (I want to give it adequate time to rise). Something so wholesome about yeast bubbling and foaming so early in the morning.

THURS 8:00 AM:
I start the potatoes roasting. Sprinkle with rosemary picked by my own dear husband (he actually uprooted the whole plant at my request of a few sprigs).

THURS 9:30 AM:
 Start the mushrooms and red wine reduction for the steak. Note to self: count on any recipe that says 'reduction' to actually mean a duplication of how long it will take you….but an effort well worth your minutes.

THURS 10:00 AM:
Pathology class. Okay, I was not actually there; I am just acknowledging that it was happening a few blocks away up at school. I had fully intended to go but oohhh my kitchen is just starting to smell so good...

THURS 11:15 AM:
Food packaged and sitting on the counter, ready for Ben to take to work for his boss. You see, his wife had spine surgery and sweet Ben offered to bring him dinner… which meant I got to make dinner. Considering the mood this effort put me in (somewhere between excited and totally relaxed, happy with what I have accomplished this morning in the kitchen and not so bothered by the fact that I missed three classes), I begin to think that we should really do this more often...














recipes soon...