Sunday, September 21, 2014

Sweet Potato and Spinach Mini-Quiche

Cooking for and feeding Liam takes up a lot of my waking hours. At 2.5 years, he's still barely hitting 10kgs. He still doesn't chew well and can be quite sensitive to textures. My one saving grace is that he loves food. He'll try anything. And then of course refuse to open his mouth if he doesn't like it. 

I spend a lot of time researching and googling up recipes and ideas of what to cook for him that won't be too time-consuming (as I have a five-month-old clinging to me most of the time), that isn't too rich in calcium, that he'll be able to chew. It's a work-in-progress. We have a few staples now that we know he'll eat (he loves gnocchi, smoked salmon, pasta in bolognese sauce, quiches, muffins and cakes) but I continue to try to introduce a variety of food to help him get used to different textures and taste, to help him 'practice' chewing, to make sure he gets as balanced a nutrition as possible.

Yesterday morning, I made a bunch of mini-quiches (in a mini muffin tin) with spinach, grated sweet potato, ricotta cheese, eggs and grated parmesan cheese from this website. He loved it and gobbled two fresh from the oven, and then had another three with some smoked salmon for lunch). Of course, I then realized it had way too much calcium from the cheese and spinach so now he can only have a couple each week, but this recipe made more than 24 pieces and they freeze for three months. Grating the sweet potato was a little time consuming, but that was the hardest part. This is also great for parents doing Baby Led Weaning and for toddlers who like to use their fingers to eat!

I'm definitely going to make more of this and introduce different vegetables each time.





Spinach and Sweet Potato Quiche

Ingredients
2 Tbs butter
1 medium peeled and grated sweet potato
10 oz of shredded organic fresh baby spinach or frozen organic spinach (if you use frozen make sure to drain the spinach well)
2 whole eggs
2 egg yolks
3/4 cup ricotta cheese
1/4 cup of grated parmesan cheese

Directions

1) Preheat oven to 375°.
2) In a medium skillet, melt butter.
3) Add grated sweet potato and saute over medium heat until done. About seven minutes. Next, add the spinach and saute an additional 3 minutes. If you‘re using frozen do not add the spinach just yet.
4) Transfer sweet potato and spinach to a medium bowl and allow to cool a bit. Next, add the eggs, ricotta, parmesan cheese and if you are using frozen spinach add it at this time. Mix well.
5) Fill a greased mini muffin sheet with mixture and place in oven. Bake for 15 minutes or until golden. Makes 26 and freezes well. Can be frozen for up to 3 months. Defrost in microwave for 15 to 20 seconds.

*There was no added seasoning as Liam didn't need it, but if you're making it for the family/adults, I would add in some salt and spices to jazz it up a little. 

Friday, September 19, 2014

Time, or lack thereof

Some days, I wish there were twice as many hours in a day, or twice of me, to do everything that needs to be done or that I wish to do.

Life has been chugging along since the last of our guests left two weeks ago. I wake up at 6am every morning. I sleep, well, I sleep when I can. And in between, it's one task after another after another, often revolving around the care of both kids and running our home, until some hour at night when the house is finally still and quiet. When I can sit down, put my feet up, and just breathe.

I often want to do so much, in that last few moments of peace before I say goodnight to the world. Before I close my eyes, and it's tomorrow, and the race starts again. But more often than not, all I manage to do is to read a chapter or two of a book before my eyes close into an often troubled, interrupted sleep.

Being a Stay-at-Home-Mum (or SAHM, as internet lingo goes), has taken more out of me than I ever thought it would. I used to think these women have it easy. What did they have to do all day except look after their children, I would think? How tiring could that be? They get to go for walks, have coffee with friends, do their shopping in the middle of the day unlike working people who only get to do so on weekends. I take back every negative, judgmental thought I ever had about SAHMs.

But this isn't a post about SAHMs and what we do all day. THAT would take me far longer to write. This is a post about time, and all the things I wish I had the time to do. Like write. I really wish I could update this blog more frequently and consistently. There is so much I want to write about our lives in Germany. About Liam and Williams Syndrome. I want to reach out, to educate, to be more in touch with my readers. But oh the exhaustion, every single hour of every single day. Writing takes alertness. It takes focus. It takes being able to string your thoughts into coherent sentences. It takes time, which I frankly don't have. When I do find an hour or so to myself, the thoughts I have are often too muddled by exhaustion. Too much has passed that I don't know where to start writing about Liam and how much he's developed. And so, I don't do this as much as I want to, need to.

I also have a book project that I've been working on (and I use the term 'working' very loosely) for months and months now. Most of this book remain as unwritten words in my head. I haven't gone past the first chapter. I want to dedicate myself to it. I want to have an hour to write this book everyday. People trying to be helpful would say, 'Maybe you should get up an hour before your day starts to write. Plenty of authors do that'. I am, however, often already up at 5am. Some nights I'm up from 1am to 5am, trying to soothe a fussy baby. Trying to sleep whenever I can. So this is just not an option for me.

I want to run. I started a running program a few weeks before my parents arrived in July. I was supposed to be able to run 5Ks easily by the end of week 8. I stopped at week 4. Sure, I've lost all of my pregnancy weight. But I'm nowhere near as fit as I need/want to be. 'Surely you have 40 minutes to go out and run three times a week', the same kindly people would ask? Actually, I do not. When I started the running program, Nolan was sleeping in his hammock relatively well. If he fussed, we would rock him and he would drift back to sleep. He's since outgrown it, and we moved him to a baby cot a few weeks ago. Let's just say, life hasn't been the same since. The plan was for me to go running three times a week after both boys are in bed and we've had our dinner. Now, I guess we all know what happens to the best-laid plans don't we?

I want to study. I want to grow in an area I'm passionate about. I've actually enrolled in the Wine and Spirits Education Trust (WSET) Level 2 online course. I want to enhance my writing career with a professional wine certification someday. It requires about six hours of study a week, on your own, not including the online activities and class discussions you're supposed to participate in. I don't know what I was thinking when I signed up to do it this month. All I can say is, my brain was fuddled by lack of sleep, and I was possibly-ever-so-slightly deluding myself by thinking I could squeeze this in on top of everything else.

What else? My husband, friends, job-hunting for our move back to Auckland, actually enjoying time with my children and not just running around like a headless chicken trying to keep them fed/clean/entertained/notcrying, perhaps pursuing a hobby just for the pleasure of it - to get me out of mummy-mode every now and them, to remind me of my own needs and desires as an individual, yes, I wish I had time for all of that.

But you take what you can get. You do the best with what you're given. With what you have. And I content myself with that every single day. Whatever I manage to do today, this is my best. If everything else has to wait, if some dreams have to be postponed, if some activities have to be given up on, it's okay. It has to be okay.

You know why? Because with the time I do have, with the mundane routine of the everyday, with the exhaustion of looking after two babies, with being a SAHM, with taking care of my family, my baby Nolan breaks into a huge smile every time he catches my eye. Liam leaps into my arm every time I pick him up from day care. Liam has finally started walking, and saying words. Nolan is rolling over like a champ. He is big and strong and I know he will care for his brother like no one else one day. They are love and light and ultimately the reasons for all these things I want to do and accomplish, so they can have the best possible life.

But they don't care about the future. All they want, all they need, right now is me.

This time is for them. 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Summer 2014

As promised, here are some pictures of our summer - in no particular order. Most of them were taken during our family vacation to Lake Como when my parents were visiting, and the rest are mementoes of time spent with friends and family, mostly at home in our garden.

Although fall seems to have arrived far too soon, I'm nevertheless thankful for the many wonderful sunny days we've had, the many evenings we've sat outside in the garden while Liam toddled all over the place, the friends we've had over to enjoy some good food and wine with. This will always be remembered as the summer Liam learned to walk. The one where we surprised my parents with a trip to Italy. The one where we welcomed baby Nolan into the world (although that was technically Spring but who's counting?)

In all honesty, this may be our last summer in Karlsruhe. In Germany. We're really hoping that by this time next year, we'll be bracing ourselves for a cold NZ winter. And perhaps it is with the knowledge that our time in Germany is quickly coming to an end, that I'm better able to treasure and look at our final months here with fondness, even as I eagerly anticipate the next chapter of our adventure back in Auckland, a city I love like none other. 

But regardless of what, how, when, why or where, life is about the journey. And every day is a journey. 

Family, friends, people, places, food, wine, travel, children... these will always be the footprints of mine.



















Saturday, August 23, 2014

August

It has been a crazy sort of summer, beginning with my parents' arrival in Germany in late July. We left the day after they arrived for a one-week family holiday in Lake Como, Italy, and then they were in town for another two weeks where both Liam and Nolan received plenty of grandparental cuddles!

We currently have a week and a half of downtime, where for the first time since Nolan was born, I have both boys to myself all day long, before welcoming our next guests from Singapore - my cousin and her husband, who will be in town this Wednesday for three days. The day after they leave, our good friends, who're also Liam's godparents, arrives from the USA to stay with us for a week!

So I'm just checking in to say I'm sorry for the long hiatus. I'm still here and we're all doing fine - most days anyway. Nolan has just turned four months old and is rolling in both directions! He amazes me everyday with how naturally and instinctively he learns things, without any prompting, any pushing, any therapy. Every achievement of his is bittersweet. I am so, so proud of my strong little baby, and yet more often than not I find myself thinking, "So this is what it's like to have a typical child. A child that gains weight. Grows normally. One that hits milestones without me even having time to blink." Observing my younger son develop so easily and beautifully, inevitably leaves me feeling happy and sad at the same time.

As parents we often try not to compare between our children - each child is different after all, and it's the same for us. I've stopped tallying up Liam's delays a long time ago. I still worry about what he will/will not achieve, mainly because I don't want life to always be difficult for him; and I still hate that he has to struggle to do every little thing that comes so easily to most other children, Nolan included, but for the most part I've accepted our unique situation and even embraced it - and Liam's mostly happy spirit is infectious. But I won't lie and say the differences between the two doesn't sometimes hurt, and I think it's only normal that it does, especially when you have a typically-abled child and a child with special needs. I've learned not to give myself a hard time about how I'm feeling. If I need to cry about it, I do. If I need to feel frustrated or angry, I allow myself to do so. And then I move on. Over time, it's become easier to live for the moment, and to accept and celebrate my family as it is.

Liam still does not care much for his baby brother, although ever so often, he warms up and gives him a little cuddle when prompted. He is walking like a champ now, and at nearly 2.5-years-old, has a total of three words: "Um" for food, "Ai" the German equivalent for cuddling/stroking one's head, and very recently "Bubble!", which he says a hundred and one times a day - and every time he does, I find it hard not to give in to him and blow some bubbles, which sends him into a frenzy of happiness.



Life is chugging along in our little corner of the world, with plenty of challenging moments and days as well as joyful ones. I'll post some pictures of our summer when I get the chance soon.

In the meantime, here's to the last of the summer days - to drinking chilled Grauer Burgunder in our lovely garden, to barbecues, to friends and family, to first steps, and always, always, to the magic of bubbles.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Wine-tasting at Nauerth-Gnägy

Six hours before the final showdown between Germany and Argentina begins (los gehts, Deustchland!!!), The Husband and I decided to bundle up our little rug-rats and head to the Pfalz, where our friend Michelle was working at a 'hoffest' at a local winery this weekend.

The historic Deustches Weintor
Entrance to the winery
Nauerth-Gnägy (or simply known as ng.) is a family-run vineyard located at one end of the historic Deustches Weinstrasse (German Wine Route), which is the oldest of Germany's wine trails, in Schweigen-Rechtenbach. The day was rainy and grey, but I found myself cheering up the closer we got to the Pfalz (as I almost, always do), and acres of beautiful vineyards came into view.

Food and wine galore
We found the vineyard after a little trial and error and were greeted with many people already seated at the entrance, inside and towards the back of the winery, indulging in some fine food and wine. The Husband took our older child for a walk around the vineyard, while I headed straight to the tasting room with Nolan sleeping in his stroller, to see what ng. had to offer.

The tasting commences
I didn't manage to taste all the wines, because you know, it was 3pm and I do want to see Germany become World Champion for the fourth time in history, but I tried to pick out the wines that sounded interesting to me - and worked my way from the whites to the seccos and ended with some rather memorable reds.

It was wonderful to see so many people trying and enjoying the different wines. Some were like me, taking notes, swirling, spitting, carefully examining each glass before moving on to the next. Others were more relaxed, and enjoyed hefty pourings as they chatted around with family and friends. I also loved how casual and familiar it felt, with none of the stuffiness you feel in some wineries. These were people who didn't take themselves too seriously, and enjoyed wine - and all its pleasures - for what it was, using the hoffest as an opportunity to taste the many different wines and finding ones that they liked. 

No one even blinked an eye that I was pushing a stroller around the crowded tasting room in one hand, and swirling and sipping with the other, while balancing my notes on top of the stroller. (I have been to other tastings where bringing a child would certainly be frowned upon.) Instead, most of them smiled at my baby, got out of the stroller's way, and if I got a few stares, I reckon it might have more to do with the fact that I was the only Asian in the whole place. =)

A wonderful opportunity to try all the wines the winery has to offer
A vineyard is a place of adventure!
The 2013 Auxerrois trocken was a new one for me, and reminded me a little of a Pinot Gris - dry, citrusy with a hint of minerals. It was fresh and rather zesty, and would make a lovely pairing with some creamy camembert cheese. I also enjoyed the 2013 Gewurtztraminer, which smelled of lychees and pears, was silky smooth on the tongue and had a lovely, sweet aftertaste that I reckon would go well with many Asian dishes. The Pinot Secco Rose was also lovely - a little different from the traditional, and often forgettable, German Sekts - with a fullness and softness on the palate that I particularly enjoyed. 

My favorite of the afternoon were the 2010 Spatburgunder Sonnenberg trocken, and the 2010/2011 Pinot Noir Herrenwingert trocken - both of which were well-balanced, medium-bodied wines with great texture, a good level of acidity and the wonderful earthiness and elegant complexity that I so love from Pinot Noir grapes. 

Our spoils
Due to my limited German, I wasn't able to learn as much about the winery as I hoped to, even though I had the pleasure of meeting the very pleasant winemaker Michael Gnägy in person. Overall, ng. wines tastes/feels a lot younger than some of the more traditional German wines out there. Most of the bottles are ready to drink now - young, vibrant and lively. The winery itself seems modern, fresh and beautiful, and this spirit seems reflected in the wines they make. 

If we weren't moving to New Zealand within the next year or two, I'd love to put some of their bigger-bodied wines aside for a few years to see how they develop and grow. But as it is, I'm simply happy to have had the chance to taste so many different varieties of wine grown so close to where I live. For wine-lovers, the Pfalz is something special indeed.

D-76889 Schweigen-Rechtenbach
Müllerstraße 5
Tel: 06342 - 919042

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Ham, Cheese and Mushroom Muffins

Liam has been doing so well with eating lately. From a child who once gagged at anything that wasn't pureed to a smooth, silky consistency, these days he will try anything and everything. He doesn't necessarily eat it all and is still having trouble using his molars to chew, but he will put any food into his mouth and give it a shot. In fact, he throws a mighty tantrum if he sees us eating something and not offering him a bite!

It's still a challenge for me/us to figure out what to cook/make for him that will have enough nutrients and yet be easy enough for him to eat and actually swallow. He can't manage pieces of meat as that requires proper chewing, but we're trying to slowly get away from purees and mashed up food. 

Liam loves muffins and cakes, so this morning, I decided to try baking a savory muffin where I can put in some protein and vegetables which is easy for him to eat and digest. I looked in my fridge and decided to use the ingredients I have - some leftover ham, carrots, mushrooms and cheese. I didn't know what to expect, but as it turns out - the little man loved it, and ate a whole muffin, carrots and all, after having already finished his breakfast.

Savoury muffins FTW!

Ham, Cheese and Mushroom Muffins (loosely adapted from One Handed Cooks)

Ingredients

2 cups wholemeal self-raising flour (I didn't have self-raising flour so used normal flour and added a full teaspoon of baking powder)
1/4 cup finely chopped mushrooms
3/4 cup grated parmesan cheese
1 finely grated medium carrot
1/2 cup finely chopped ham
a pinch of salt
a pinch of thyme and rosemary seasoning
2 tbsp coconut oil (or butter/olive oil), 
1 and 1/4 cup milk
1 egg, lightly beaten

Directions

1) Preheat oven to 180 degrees. 
2) Combine ham, mushrooms, cheese, carrots and seasonings in a bowl. 
3) Mix oil, eggs and milk together and then stir it into the dry ingredients until just combined. 
4) Divide batter into muffin tin (makes 12 muffins).  
5) Bake in oven for 15 minutes or until golden brown (I took it out at 10 minutes and added more grated cheese on top and then bake for another 5 minutes). 
6) Leave to cool. 

(Leftovers can be stored in fridge or wrapped separately and freeze for up to 3 months)

*This recipe can be easily tweaked based on what you have in the fridge. If you don't have ham, replace it with other meats. Or add in more vegetables like carrots, grated zucchini, or even finely chopped tomatoes. 
** I made this with only a pinch of salt, as it was intended for Liam, so it's a little bland compared to savory muffins you might find in a cafe. Simply add more salt if you need to, or any other seasoning e.g. paprika.  
*** The consistency is a little denser than your regular muffin, and will probably change according to the ingredients you add. Some experimentation may be needed here to find a version you like!

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

My Pursuit of Happiness

I can't remember how or when, but I stumbled upon Gretchen Rubin's book 'The Happiness Project' on Amazon, read some reviews, and on an impulse (looking back now it was probably meant to happen) bought it and left it on my pile-of-books-to-read sitting on the bookshelf.

One particularly difficult day a month ago, when The Husband and I had been up all night arguing, I was surviving on no sleep, short-tempered, exhausted, ill with a hacking cough and seriously considering catching the next flight to somewhere, anywhere, and leaving my family behind, I decided to open the book.

I read one line. Then another. I found myself nodding. Thinking. Nodding again. Smiling. Thinking more. And as I read, I dug deep. I saw parts of myself in the writer, doing the same things, creating the same habits, without really paying attention to how it was affecting my life, and the life of those around me.

It really wasn't new information. A lot of it was common sense. But in that moment, when I couldn't have felt any lower, it was like an epiphany. Suddenly I saw, really saw, who I was and had become. Motherhood, marriage, expat life, it had all changed me, and not necessarily for the better. I wasn't happy. I hadn't been happy in a long time and rarely liked who I saw staring back at me in the mirror. But suddenly I understood how I got there. How I'd been in a spiral of negativity and bad habits and unhealthy emotions, which only brought on more of all three.

I had to change. I wanted to change. And for me, the best part of 'The Happiness Project' was that it actually helped me to do so. By breaking my life down into manageable goals and priorities. By reminding me of what's important. By stating, without any excuses, that I'm the only one who can create the kind of life I want to live. I am the only one who determines who I am, how I feel, who I become. In short, whether or not I'm happy, is entirely up to me.

I won't go into too much detail on the many lessons I've learned from this book, which I will no doubt be re-reading over and over again. Suffice to say it's already changed my life. In the months since I've read the book, I've started a running program, decided to extend my stay in Malaysia at the end of the year for an extra six week without my husband so the boys and I can spend some quality time with my family and friends there, and will soon be re-applying for New Zealand Residency, so we can kickstart our move back to the country in my heart and dreams.

I've also started reading wine articles and books again, and will be starting a wine certification course (which I've been wanting to do for years!) in September, which will hopefully take me all the way up to having a Diploma in Wine and Spirits. Even though I'm not currently a working professional in the Wine industry, there's nothing stopping me (or should stop me) from learning, immersing and educating myself on one of my passions. In the book, Rubin highlights 'an atmosphere of growth' as one of the key aspects to happiness. As humans, we need to constantly grow, improve, and learn, to be happy. And that was one aspect of my life that has been sorely lacking since the birth of Liam.

I'm not saying that there won't be difficult days, or days where I won't feel low or down. Having a depressive disorder means I'm constantly battling the Big Black Dog on some level. It is also difficult to constantly be so aware of my thoughts, to make a conscious effort to do/say certain things, to change my mood when I'm feeling down so I don't drag other people down with me, or to stay upbeat when people around me are dragging me down with negative emotions.

But the point is to realize that many things are in your control. From the words you choose to say. The attention you give to certain people. The smile you greet your husband with when he walks through the door no matter how awful the day has been. The annoyances you choose to let go. The battles you choose to fight, or not. Choosing to say 'I love you' at the end of every night. Choosing to 'let it go'. They all make up your day, your happiness, your life. My life. And you're the only one with the power to make it happen.

So this is me. Living life to the fullest, despite challenges and difficulties and children and Germany and special needs and moments where I feel like I'm failing myself and the people around me.

This is my pursuit of happiness. Because, why would you live any other way?

On my fridge


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