Almond Joy Macaroons

Almond Joy Macaroons

I think I might have a coconut problem.

It wasn’t always this way.  I used to loathe coconut.  Isn’t it funny how our palates change as we age?  Back in the day, anything that combined creaminess with a chewy texture made me want to gag.  Now, things like rice pudding, oatmeal, risotto and tapioca pudding are my ultimate comfort foods.  And coconut belongs on its own level of divinity for me.  I’ll knock a kid over to get to the Mounds Bar in their Halloween loot.  Forget the sweet toppings at the fro-yo place, I want tart or mango yogurt topped with coconut.  Don’t even get me started on Graeter’s Coconut Chip Ice Cream.

I found myself with a container of egg whites taking up space in the fridge the other day.  I was just about ready to toss them (don’t read that part, mom – I know it would kill you) when I googled “what to do with leftover egg whites.” You know it’s going to lead to good things when the top search result belongs to David Lebovitz.

Among the many delicious things David recommends doing with egg whites, the one that jumped out at me was macaroons.  I haven’t had one in, well, probably forever.  I distinctly remember a package of macaroons being given to us as Christmas gift when I was younger and wondered what we could have possibly done to warrant such a horrible offering.

Reading through the ingredients I was inspired to take the recipe one step further and add almonds, effectively turning an already wonderful macaroon into a version of my candy bar nirvana: the Almond Joy.

If you have extra egg whites hanging around (or if you’d suddenly like to be faced with an equally delicious problem: what to do with extra egg yolks), whip up a quick batch of these golden beauties.  If you’re one of those people that detests coconut, make them anyway and deliver them to my doorstep.  Unlike my clueless twelve-year-old self, I won’t turn them down this time around.

Almond Joy Macaroons

Almond Joy Macaroons

Inspired by this recipe from David Leibovitz

Makes approximately 20 cookies

Ingredients

  • 4 large egg whites
  • 1 1/4 cups of sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 2 1/2 cups unsweetened coconut
  • 1/4 cup of flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
  • 20 almonds
  • 2 ounces bittersweet or semisweet chocolate, chopped (I used a mix of each)

Directions

  1. In a large skillet, mix together the egg whites, sugar, salt, honey, coconut and flour.
  2. Heat over low to moderate heat, stirring constantly and scraping the bottom as you stir.
  3. When the mixture just begins to scorch on the bottom, remove from heat and stir in the vanilla.  Transfer to a bowl and cool to room temperature.  (You could also refrigerate the mixture for up to one week or freeze for up to two months.)
  4. When you’re ready to bake, pre-heat the oven to 350°F and line a baking sheet with parchment paper or a silicone baking mat.
  5. Form the dough into 1 1/2 inch mounds on the baking sheet, leaving 2 inches in between cookies.  Gently press one almond onto the top of each cookie.  Bake for 18-20 minutes, until a deep golden brown. Cool completely on a wire rack.
  6. Once macaroons are completely cooled, prepare the chocolate.  Melt the chopped chocolate in a double boiler, or improvise by setting the chocolate in a clean, dry bowl over a pan of simmering water.
  7. Spoon chocolate on to the tops of each cookie, covering the almond.  Refrigerate 5-10 minutes to set the chocolate.

 

 

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Make it or buy it? The Eternal #firstworldproblems Question

Make the Bread, Buy the Butter

If my young, newly-married 21-year-old self had been given the opportunity to peek at her 37-year-old counterpart’s grocery cart, she would have been very confused.  The differences between my grocery cart then and now are pretty amazing, considering that I married a picky eater whose palate hasn’t changed all that much in 15 years.

My grocery cart then would have likely contained the following:  Ragu Sauce (of the “flavored with meat” variety), a giant loaf of frozen Pepperidge Farm garlic bread, Manwich, a block of Velveeta, Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, Campbell’s Tomato Soup, Minute Rice, an Old El Paso taco kit, Steak-Ums, Hamburger Helper, frozen chicken nuggets, Lean Cuisines and frozen pizzas.

These were our staples, this was what we ate.  Pretty much the only thing on that list that has survived is the ubiquitous blue box of mac-and-cheese.  Oh Kraft, (some) members of our family just can’t quit you.

What’s changed over the years isn’t necessarily the meals we eat, but how we come by the ingredients to make those meals.  We still eat pasta, but I make my own sauce – not “flavored” with meat, but actually slow-simmered with real meat.  Sloppy Joes?  Not out of a can, but instead made with a sauce that consists of pantry staples and only takes a few minutes longer than opening a can.  Tacos?  Again, homemade taco seasoning and freshly fried corn tortillas.  Pizza is either eaten out or made at home.

American Sandwich Bread

I’m not exactly sure when my habits shifted from opening a box to making things from scratch.  I know it was gradual and that the biggest shift occurred after I began staying home with Elena.  It was a confluence of factors:  I had more time at home, I thought more about what we were putting into our bodies, and money was tighter.

Mike tends to be initially suspicious at my attempts to make things from scratch that can easily be purchased.  Why mess with something that’s already working?  But that’s kind of my thing … messing with things that seem just fine the way they are.  He usually ends up squarely on the side of homemade, though.  Most of the time, it is better.

Still, there are times when I stand in the grocery store, looking at a pile of ingredients versus that very thing, already made, looking pretty good, and sitting in my cart ready to consume.  I wonder, “Is this nuts?”  At what point is it not worth it, whether it’s cost, taste, hassle, or all of the above?

Refrigerator Pickles

Jennifer Reese‘s new book, Make the Bread, Buy the Butter attempts to answer that very question.  Finding herself unemployed, she decided to make things herself she had always paid for.  As my same questions entered her mind, she launched into countless experiments to answer the eternal grocery store question – make it or buy it?

I loved the book, probably in no small part to the fact that I saw myself so often in Jennifer.  I’ve made my own ice cream, bagels, chocolate syrup and vanilla with incredible success.  I’ve made my own kefit, hoping to end the cycle of buying expensive cartons of drinkable, kid-friendly yogurt only to end up with this in the end:

Kefir #fail

Verdict on kefir? Buy it, as when we do so children are happy

and we don’t find blueberry puree and fermented

milk halfway up the kitchen cabinets.

I’ve contemplated curing my own salami and wisely talked myself back from that crazy charcuterie ledge.

The book is filled with recipes, but it’s also part memoir of how a family can start like mine, shopping only the inner recesses of a grocery store, and end up in a very different place.  A place that is much tastier and satisfying, yes, but also a huge pain in the ass at times.  It’s nice to read her experiments and realize that the world will not end if you decide that your organic, grass-fed burgers actually taste just fine on store-bought buns.

I read the book right after my surgery and flagged an impressive amount of recipes.  Of course, I didn’t make any right away as the hassle factor won out:  I couldn’t actually stand up in the kitchen to make anything from scratch.  I’m up on my own two feet again and thought it would be fun to give you a choice of what you want to see me attempt to make.  Take a look at the following choices and vote for your favorite in the comments.  I’ll pick the top two and chronicle the recipe and the verdict – make it or buy it? – in a few weeks.

  1. Worcestershire Sauce
  2. Breakfast Sausage
  3. Chocolate Croissants
  4. Ricotta
  5. Fig Newtons
  6. English Muffins
  7. Marshmallows
  8. Pop Tarts

I’m looking forward to finding out which ones you choose, along with something you always buy and something you always make.

 

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Love the One You’re With

Miami University

The Slant Walk at Miami University

Mike and I have been married for almost 15 years now, which means this is our 14th year of receiving our annual Valentine’s Day card from our alma mater, Miami University.  Mike and I are what’s known as a Miami Merger, meaning two graduates of the school who have married.  For some reason, Miami has an unusual amount of mergers … must be something in those Bagel & Deli sandwiches.

Miami Merger Valentine's Day Card 2012

So, 14 years and 14 totally unique, always creative cards.  I love them so much and I save them all.  This year’s card features a poem and the Beta Bells.  I especially love the last few lines of the poem:

From the roots of our Merger to everything after

Together we’ve stood, one heart made from two.

A midnight kiss on that prettiest campus there was

Makes another memory of Me and yoU.

Engaged

Our engagement picture, when we were mere babies.

I’m so glad I gave that boy in Beavis and Butthead boxer shorts down the hall a chance.  I wrote last year on this day that the longer we’re married, the harder it can be to give sentiments of love and kindness to each other.  I wrote Mike a Valentine’s letter and I vowed to do better.  I’m not sure I did such a good job.

I look back over the last month and want to hang my head in shame.  He’s been my caregiver during my surgery, and a very good one at that.  He’s in one of his most stressful periods of work ever and not once have I heard him complain about the extra burden a gimpy wife has placed on him.  It’s been incredibly busy around here since the holidays and I’ve been terrible about making time for him.

You see, I’m a rather selfish person.  Oh, you might not notice it, as I’m that troubling kind of selfish that doesn’t want to disappoint others.  And so I do for others things I might not do for my own family.  I fulfill commitments, I make time for my own selfish pursuits, but many times I put my family dead last.  Don’t they understand that after doing for everyone else I need some “me” time?  They can wait, I’ll feel more recharged tomorrow and then I’ll do something special with them.

This is such a slippery slope, as who knows if we’ll get that tomorrow?  Accidents happen. Illness happens.  Marriages, even the best ones, can crumble if left untended.

So what can be done?  Unplug, for one.  The internet and all its diversions will still be there tomorrow.

I love this list of 100 Ways to Make Your Marriage Rock from We Are That Family.  Let me start with #14:  I have one of the kindest, funniest, young-at-heart spouses around.  Kids love him. He gets invited to stranger’s weddings just for the entertainment factor.  He takes care of people.  He’s a keeper.

Realize that your spouse is not your soulmate, that no one can ever be perfect for you.  We are full of flaws.  Lucky are we to find a partner who overlooks our faults with grace.  We need to love and care for the person we actually married, not wait to give love until that person becomes the person we think we deserve.

Valentine’s Day is just another day, really.  Yes, let’s do something nice for the ones we love on that special day.  But let’s also make it a priority to show love and kindness to the ones closest to us every other day, too.

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Be Our Guest

Are you suffering from football fatigue yet?  Or are you more like me, feeling more than a little down about the prospect of so many Sundays without a game?  I promise, this is the last of the Super Bowl posts.  I’ve had quite a few people inquire about how a mom blogger from Indy winds up in the Super Bowl edition of Monday Morning Quarterback, though, so I thought I’d share the story.

Peter King and Elena

Every year, Indianapolis hosts the NFL Scouting Combine in late February.  Two years ago during the Combine, my friend Amy invited me to a Tweetup at Scotty’s Brewhouse featuring Sports Illustrated’s football writer Peter King.  She knew that I enjoyed football and thought I might have a good time.  I had no clue who Peter was, but give me a night out without the kids, some beer and fried pickles and I’ll listen to just about anyone.

I sat there for nearly 2 hours and was mesmerized.  One of the reasons I love football is for the stories.  Each team has its own host of characters, its history, its rivalries.  I’d never heard anyone talk football and weave these great stories through nearly every conversation.  I introduced myself to Peter afterwards, shared a little bit about my family, and gave him my business card with my blog info on it.

I became a big fan of his column and followed him on Twitter.  Every once in awhile we’d have a brief conversation on Twitter.  Last year we met again at the Combine Tweetup, and this time I brought Mike along.  We chatted again about the kids, the blog, and, of course, football.  I asked Peter to help me out with a donation to the school silent auction last fall, and he came through in a big way. So when he asked me for a favor last week of course I said, “Sure!”

His good friends from New Jersey were coming to the game on rather short notice, and there were no rooms to be found within 60 miles of Indy.  Did we have room?  Is that too weird?  Yes and no.  We were already hosting another out-of-town guest, my friend Patty.  And where did I meet Patty?  Um, the Combine Tweetup.  Homes are meant for fellowship … guests are always welcome.

When we tell people that hosting was our pleasure, we really mean it.  It seems selfish, actually – we got so much more out of it than our guests.  We enjoyed a great dinner out on Saturday evening with Peter and his friends, Mike and I slack-jawed as Doug Flutie stopped by our table.   I lived vicariously through Patty’s stories of being on the field for Media Day and rubbing shoulders with team owners at the Commissioner’s Party.  We got to know Peter’s friends, Jack and Karin, over pancakes and bacon at our kitchen table.  They graciously offered to host us in New York and Elena nearly zipped herself up in their luggage on the spot.  We pretended, just for a few minutes, that we were headed to the Super Bowl.

Tickets? You Need Tickets?

It’s easy to look at social media and complain about how it isolates us from actual human interaction.  But in so many ways I’ve found the exact opposite to be true.  I love the access it gives you to people you might never have had the chance to meet.  For the most part, if you interact often enough with people online, their true nature reveals itself.  Time and time again, this medium has introduced me to people who become real-life friends.

And that, my Internet friends, is how we found ourselves with guests from New Jersey and St. Louis in our home last weekend and on SI.com come Monday.  What a fun world we live in these days.

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