Butternut Squash Spaghetti Sauce

Here is a recipe I whipped up recently. Because I never make anything small, this makes a lot…but easy enough to freeze some for later meals!

Butternut Squash Spaghetti

spaghetti1 butternut squash, peeled and cubed
1 jar (25-oz) spaghetti sauce
1 can (13.5 oz) light coconut milk

Cook together on medium heat covered until squash is cooked.

2 small yellow onions, diced
4 or 5 cloves of garlic, minced
Sprinkle of turmeric and black pepper

Fry three ingredients together in a separate pan in a small quarter sized amount of olive oil on medium to low heat for about 20 minutes. You may add lemon juice to lubricate.
When squash is ready, mash together until even (I used a potato masher).

1 28-oz can diced tomatoes
5 mushrooms, sliced
2 celery stalks, sliced

Add onion and garlic along with these three ingredients to sauce and mix, then take off stove and cover. Let residual heat cook the veggies in the sauce while making noodles (about 15 to 20 mins).

Although spicy foods are not recommended for the first trimester (it can aggravate nausea and morning sickness), I added a tablespoon of red pepper flakes for a nice sweet and hot taste. Feel free to add nutritional yeast (like I did), and a few leaves of spinach for color.

Mix with noodles, add fresh cilantro and enjoy.

Yum!

When a recovering journalist/writer turned nutritionist goes book shopping

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“The Hungry Ear,” Poems of Food & Drink was my most recent book purchase. It’s probably my favorite book purchase ever.

Last week my partner and I had discovered a new used bookstore locally, and found ourselves in a toyland. We’re obsessed with anything that has pages sandwiched between two decorative flaps.

It’s the same every time: My partner immediately finds himself tugged toward the art or graphic novel section, and I toward the self-help, crafts or health areas. We’re pretty predictable, especially when we drop by the same Barnes & Noble each week. We know the layout of our world, and the countries (topics) to which we like to travel to, and wander off to our preferred fairylands to escape for a little while.

But expanding our horizon for the first time in a few months made us realize how sheltered we’d been, going to the same Barnes & Noble every few weeks, and just how limited their selection was (and how slowly they actually move their merchandise).

We weren’t sure where to start! And everything sounded interesting. For the first time in almost a year, I found stacks of books I wanted to bring home. I picked up sundry books and then put them down again that afternoon, trying to decide. My interests vary incredibly, and so did this store’s book collection. It was a match made in heaven. I approached some fiction, but I was drawn predominantly to reference, as usual. Crochet. Photography. Women in farming (yes, I even considered picking up that one).

But I then discovered the back of the store. I wandered over to a three-step staircase that led to a small dais area. It was a much larger poetry section than I’d seen in a long time. And, believe it or not, since I have on my vision board to “read more poetry,” I approached with intention rather than simply browsing.

A cursory glance through the rows of bindings like multicolored piano keys brought this title to my attention: “The Hungry Ear,” Poems of Food & Drink.

I read only one poem – and I was sold. I told my partner I could not be without it. I envisioned my book shelf at home, all jumbled, a tumble of topics and books thick and small: Nutrition and health book titles; textbooks; cookbooks; how-to healing books; gardening and seed saving; dictionaries (yes, that is plural); books on herbs and essential oils; grammar and editing; mythology; creative nonfiction, fiction, and screenwriting tutorials…

And then I imagined it with this one lone book of poetry about food.  I giggled with contentment. It was the perfect way to marry both of my worlds, past and future.

Reading other people’s passions about food made me want to start writing poetry again. And to re-experience cooking and eating from a different place. To analyze food sensations, and see what connections I make. Scientifically, they say that taste and smell are what we most associate with memories of places, people, moments in time. It’s not surprising, then, that so many people write about life in relation to food. It’s related to culture, family events, pleasure, and love. For me, food and expressing love for friends and family is nearly indistinguishable, as I had once blogged.

There may be plenty of muses and inspirational topics out there for art; but besides love and family, it seems like food tops the lot.

So, keep inspired everyone! And may your food taste like good poetry.

A foodie’s inspiration: Food, or inner drive to please?

What is your inspiration to cook? 

I am a self-diagnosed, obsessive-compulsive foodie. Anything food-related makes me want to drop everything and investigate. So, when I stumbled across the above linked video spot for the BBC’s new show No Kitchen Required last week on happenstance, I clicked through, because the tagline “What inspires you to cook” intrigued me.

In this short promotional, three chefs competing on the show were posed with this compelling question. The first competing chef, Michael Psilakis quoted, “all true chefs are gift-givers by nature” as the bedrock of his understanding for why he loved food, and to cook. The quote inspired me to consider my own creative, culinary nature, and what drove me to cook and enjoy hosting food-related events in general. What I came up with is, Psilakis was right on target.

Food has always been a passion of mine. Especially in the last few years, I have grown an insatiable, never exhausted drive to explore new and experimental flavors, colors, textures, and vittles in general that have all of the above and nourishes and heals the body. But the seeds started growing inside me a lot earlier than that.

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The school lunch - not as healthy and appetizing as a five-star restaurant, but it was where my relationship with food blossomed. _____________~.~_____________

My relationship with food is an interesting one. It had a distinct role in my early childhood. As every parent endures, I went through many phases of likes and dislikes of food. But being monetarily minded as my parents were, it was instilled in me at a very early age that getting up from the table without having a completely cleaned off plate was not even an option. I learned quickly. But my eating habits eventually became based on the pleasure of the food rather than that rule in itself, which I took with me to any table-side meal. Further insight into my curiosity about food is that I was never a girly-girl growing up. Clothes shopping? Only if I had to. Hanging out with mall rats? Pass! But if my mom or dad were going out to the supermarket – I could hardly hold down my excitement. I never missed a trip to Stop & Shop if I could help it.

At mealtimes, though, it got to the point that it truly horrified me when I saw any food being wasted. Rather than see my friends just throw half of their hot school lunches out in elementary school, I would scoop their servings into my tray and save the food from being slung into the garbage can at the end of lunch period. Sometimes I got two or three servings from several friends who weren’t going to eat a particular item that day. This practice eventually earned me the moniker of “Hoover” – as in the vacuum.

At home, I was more lovingly referred to as the “human garbage disposal.”

Food tastes so good, and it was such a gift! I couldn’t bear to sit by the wayside and see such beautiful, tasty  meals go unappreciated.

As I grew older, though, the desire to expose those other than myself to that gift I find so precious became more and more prevalent. I didn’t want to just eat and enjoy food, I wanted to share that feeling! You can’t please everyone – as the school lunch cafeteria showed me – but I was sure going to try. When in a relationship, I had a ready Guinea pig for my experiments. On a larger scale, like my grandmother before me that passed away a year ago last week, I adore to host events. I can easily slave for hours, preparing healthy-minded, organic finger foods (and just recently, wine-tastings). Everything I prepare, I do from scratch as much as possible. It’s time-consuming, but a labor of love. To craft each food is like infusing a part of myself with it.

Although several of the attempts I’ve made to host parties in the past were all colossal failures (trust me, making the food does NOT ensure that “they will come”), the pleasure in the idea is something I still cling to. I love the presentation using color & texture (this includes the plateware on which things are served), watching people’s faces as they bite into my creations, their eyes as they squint slightly, trying to identify the ingredients…

The wonderful times and conversations that happen around a table where good people and good food is within reach, pleasing the senses and putting everyone in a good mood is pretty addictive. In a generation where instant gratification rules, pleasing someone’s taste buds is so satisfying – and as close to love as I can show another human being.

Of course, there are always downsides to any activity. The one thing that makes me think twice about going to town in the kitchen – is the dishes. I cannot describe to you the complete abhorrence and disinterest I have for the post-cooking cleanup ritual. I admit to having left pots and pans in the sink for several days before I begrudgingly put aside a few minutes to get them out of my way, muttering the entire time.

But it’s not that strong of a deterrent. I still break out the pots and pans on many a whimsical occasion.

So what inspires me to cook? Opening up a new world of a kind of ‘self love’ in food, with pleasuring of the senses (taste, as well as touch, smell, and sight), and sharing that collaborative affection for life with another is a true inspiration, indeed.

Food is energy. Food is pleasure. Food is life.