Our motto? Laugh. Eat. Play.

The kids are out of school and in this part of the country it's like a feeding frenzy trying to get kids signed up for "camps."

Yes. That's the hip thing to do.  (of course, I am anything but hip -  sigh)

Daisy_loop1 If you don't know how to just be with and enjoy your child or help them entertain themselves for the summer, you sign them up for "camp."  (Not a criticism, just a fact in my South Orange County white-bread world)

They can choose soccer camp, sailing camp, movie making camp, swimming camp, acting camp, art camps, theater camps, etc. Not only that, but a parent could easily spend thousands for that happy and memorable experience for their child. And you usually get a cool camp shirt, too. Good stuff.
I'm thinking that with those extra thousands I could be saving here, I can buy that little Mac Mini beauty and maybe just come up with some clever ideas for "camp" myself.  ;-)

I'm thinking theses could be really fun:

  • Surf camp (for sure, Dudes.)
  • Painting
  • Cooking
  • Swimming
  • Stargazing
  • Science
  • Scrapbooking
  • Movie Making
  • Teen Fitness
  • Sewing
  • Improv - definitely
  • Then of course, there are movie nights. I'm thinking a Danny Kaye film festival. (or maybe the Marx Brothers?)

I have tons of ideas for these and more.
Let me let you in on my secret:  I'm just pretty darn childish myself. 
Seriously. I come up with ideas for stuff I'd like to do and suggest it to my kids.

I've pretty much got all the resources I need including the willing victims students campers.

The truth is that we do something like this every year.  We like to call it. . . "summer."  ;-)

Camp_logo Now all we need is a cool camp song. . . hmmm. . . =D

I try. I swear I do.

Martaskitchenlogo_1It's Thursday. Which means I have a new recipe posted over at Babalú. Today I made Carne con Papas.  It's really a huge crowd pleaser here in our home. And ok, I'll let you in on a secret. It is so much better on the second day. If there's any left over. ;-)

I confess. I am pretty proud of knowing my way around the kitchen and being able to make just about anything.
But there is something I can't make.
P4163078_2I can't make this.
It's a Cherry Cheesecake.
It is Eric's favorite dessert.
And his mom always makes it for him on his birthday.

Oh, I suppose I could attempt it.
I have even offered.
But he politely declines.
Because, of course, no one can make a Cherry Cheesecake like his mom.
And after I get over the whole, pouty, hurt feelings-and-pride thing, I concede. And I realize that I want my kids to say the same thing.
I guess it's true.
I can't make the Birthday Cherry Cheesecake that Mom Makes.
And that's as it should be. =D

245 miles apart - but, we share a brain. . .

P4293422They opened a Panera Bread bakery in the town of Hanford, California last year. Wait. I forget. Is Hanford an actual city? ;-)

Hanford is in central California. (Notice I didn't capitalize central. The inhabitants of central CA are not snobby like Northern or Southern Californians who think our state should be divided like the Dakotas or the Carolinas - central gets left out of this every time. I wonder if they even know it goes on?

Anyway, back to Hanford.
If you're traveling north on Interstate 5, and you blink as you're approaching Fresno, you've probably missed it.

But it is a place near and dear to us because our friends, Gene and Pam live there and we get a daily report via cell phone video as to what's going on in their world.  And even though we are 245 miles apart, thanks to technology, we still share life.
I've written before about them and about Gene's almost daily trek to Panera Bread. And about how the train that goes through the very center of their town (city? hamlet?) thwarts him every time. He says he doesn't care as much now that they have their new car with XM Radio, but we were not convinced.  Is Panera really that great of a place? That it would be worth enduring the endless train?

They just opened a Panera Bread bakery in our world - a mere 3.29 miles from our home.
So, I didn't cook on Sunday. We went to Panera instead.

It took us forever to order, not because they were slow, but because we had to study and ask about everything on the menu.  And we all agreed to order different things so we could taste as much as possible.
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The consensus was that the sourdough bread bowls were the best and the boys drank all their soup and ate most of their bowls. Eric managed to find something called Fufu Berry Soda, which made him totally happy, but would never appeal to me in a million years because of the name and because it reminded me of Kool-Aid

And everyone knows real Fufú is made with ripe plantains and garlic, but that's a food post for another day. =D

Okay, so, we LOVED it.

We're thinking that maybe Panera will become a regular thing for the Darbys.
Good food.  No train.  Even without XM Radio, it's a win-win. =D

Cooking for George

I cook Cuban at least a couple of times a week. More so lately, since I keep trying recipes to share at Babalú.  The problem is that I cook "by ear." I just start throwing things into the mix and it's hard to explain exactly what I did.  So now, I have been careful to write down ingredients and have Lucy take pictures while I'm cooking. If nothing else, my Cuban American food posts will be a nice legacy to leave my children.

So, yesterday, as I'm measuring and documenting what I'm putting into my Garlicky Cuban Chicken (I promise I'll post recipe another day), I get a call from our friend, George.

"Do you and Eric want to meet us for dinner?"

To which I sadly have to reply that I have already started cooking, but they are certainly welcome to join us. I always make too much anyway.  What can I say?  I'm Cuban.  Abundance is my middle name. (actually, it's Maria, but that's not important right now. =D)

So George and Alysa get in the car and make the one hour drive down here to Mission Viejo.
My house is smelling all garlicky and yummy. I have black beans bubbling on the stove and of course, white rice.  I ask them to bring a salad.
P4112828 I have to explain about George.
He is The Most Amazing Cook.
Everything he touches turns gourmet.
He is Italian, and has that swarthy Mediterranean air about him.
Life feels somehow richer having him and Alysa with us.

But, I confess, I am intimidated by his cooking skills.

So, the salad:
George brings fresh basil, vine tomatoes, fresh gorgonzola cheese and a yard-long baguette and makes himself at home in my kitchen immediately. P4112830(I contribute the olive oil and balsamic vinegar.) Although he will complain a little about my knives not being very sharp.

He adds bruschetta to my simple Cuban country-folk meal. (which was delicious, by the way)

I had forgotten that Eric and I had promised my niece we would go over some marketing stuff with her later in the evening.

No worries. "Uncle" George and "Aunt" Alysa will just hang out with the kids til we get back.

P4112834This is what they did while they were hanging out. And then they took the kids out for ice-cream.

And this is how I found my kitchen when we got home.

When you look up the definition of "good friends" in the dictionary, I'm pretty sure you'd find a picture of George and Alysa as illustration.

I swear, sometimes I wonder how it is that I have been blessed with such amazing people in my life.

Oh, and they LOVED the Garlicky Cuban Chicken.  Success!

I am humbled.

The Cheese Stands Alone

P3252534I was willing. Really I was.
A houseful of people to cook for?
Count me in!
But, it wasn't meant to be.
"Mom, can we just order pizza?"
ORDER PIZZA??
Blasphemy!
Of course not.

If you must have pizza, I will make homemade pizzas for a dozen people.
Cheese, pepperoni, mushroom & onion, garlic, tomato & basil.

And serve sugary drinks.
And you will consume mass quantities.

It's the Cuban way. =D

Salsa Fresca Recipe: And now for something completely different...

I don't dare post pictures of what I have been up to in the kitchen anymore without posting the recipe. (I get emails...) I know I usually post about Cuban food, but I wanted to share one of my family's favorite foods with a Mexican influence.

Believe it.

My family moved to California in 1964. My oldest sister was pregnant with the first grandchild and it seemed impossible to my parents that we wouldn't all be present for the blessed event.

So after living in Miami for the first few years in exile, we moved clear across the country. I think there was some sort federal mandate then: If you're Cuban, you must first spend a few years in Miami until we can release you to the rest of the world. =D (kidding!) Anyway, for the 2nd time in my young life, we made another radical move.

One of the first things that I noticed here in California was that because we spoke Spanish, people assumed we were Mexican. That was new. I knew nothing about Mexican people or their culture or their food. And as we made friends with many Mexican families, I quickly learned that Mexican food was so NOT Cuban food. 

The contrasts were many: Cuban food was flavorful with garlic, mild peppers and onion for spices. Mexican food was just spicy. Their peppers were nowhere near mild.  Our food has a more Spanish/European influence. Mexican food seemed much more Indian. I was about 12 when I grew brave enough to try a taco. Sorry. But I didn't immediately love it.

But like anything else, tastes change and things grow on you. And I began to find that I kind of liked a little spiciness. (when I say little, I mean very little.) It wasn't until my 20's that I finally developed a taste for chips and salsa. And guacamole. After all, this is California and avocados are prized and celebrated here. Like Aztec gold. ;-)

There was a cool little hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant in Doheny/Dana Point called The Dana Villa that catered to the South Orange County surf culture (think Beach Boys, - "...down Doheny way.." - Surfin' USA).  And they made THE VERY BEST salsa fresca. Just the right amount of flavor and spice. Not the tears-running-down-your-face-smoke-coming-out-your-ears-hot-Mexican spicy. Just tasty.

We would frequent this little place at least once a week. We compared all other salsas to theirs. None came close. I tried week after week to dissect the amazing salsa. I tried again and again to re-create it in my own kitchen.  I'm proud to say that I finally did get the right combination of ingredients.  Woohoo! It's flavorful and mild with just enough spiciness, but more of a "no more tears" formula. ;-)

The Villa has other special memories for me. It was where Eric and I went on our first date. And it was where he took me to dinner the night he proposed.  I am happy to have preserved this recipe as part of our family favorites, because, sadly, the Villa ended up burning down about 7 years ago.  {So, so sad.}

Now my own perfected Salsa Fresca Recipe is legendary among my family and friends. "You MADE this?" They always exclaim.  "Yes," I modestly reply.  Along with my salsa I have also perfected the eyes-downcast-shoulder-shrugging-it-was-quite-effortless-for-the-likes-of-me pose.

I say it in the same tone that I use to say, "Of course, I can salsa... I'm Cuban." ;-)

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Marta's Salsa Fresca Recipe

6 medium ripe tomatoes (diced) with their juice
1/4 cup fresh chopped cilantro
1/2 small red onion (diced)
1 white onion ( diced)
4 cloves garlic (finely chopped)
2 tsp. lime juice (fresh squeezed is better)
1/2 small can mild green chiles
1/4 cup fresh chopped chives
salt & pepper to taste

Mix together all ingredients. If you have a food processor, process cilantro, tomatoes and onions individually.

Guacamole Recipe

3 ripe avocados
1/2 cup Marta's Salsa Fresca
3 Tbsp. lemon juice (fresh squeezed is better)

Blend together in a food processor. Reserve one of the avocado seeds to place in the salsa. The seed along with the lemon juice keeps the guacamole from turning brown and helps it maintain freshness.

Tastes best when served with fresh, hot tortilla chips.

Salon Hair and Rum

There are certain rules that I live by as a Cuban woman.
One very important one is that if I spend a Saturday morning at the Hair Salon (thanks, Kate!), I will not be cooking for anyone on Saturday night. And in fact, Husband should be prepared to actually take me out on a date.  Seriously,  Salon Hair should NOT be wasted.
He's been married to me for almost 15 years now. He knows and is careful to abide by the Salon Hair rule.
But here is what separates the (happily married) Men from the (casually dating) Boys....

HE FOUND A NEW CUBAN RESTAURANT IN ORANGE COUNTY.
(insert wild cheering and applause here.)

It's called Havana Mania and it's in Brea.

P3242503 A mere 30 minutes from Mission Viejo. (distance is measured in time here)

Havana MANIA?

Helpful definitions:

in English:
mania - [mey - nee - uh] noun. 1.excessive excitement or enthusiasm.

in Spanish (translation):
manía - [mah-nee-ah] noun.
1.a compulsive habit.

Cool. I'm bilingually covered. =D

WARNING: SERIOUS EXCESSIVE EXCITEMENT AND ENTHUSIASM COMING UP...

We were so impressed with the atmosphere, service and especially the food. Fabulous. Cuban. Food. (let's have a moment of silence and show the proper respect, shall we?)
I ordered a combo of Ropa Vieja and Lechon Asado. Eric had a beautiful Bistec a la Criolla. All this with the mandatory black beans, white rice & maduros.
0324072008 We got to meet Stefan, one of the owners and after we finished gushing about how delighted we were to be there, etc, he brought over a couple of shots of 15 year old Guatemalan rum.P3242498


"We don't get it that often, and it's too expensive to sell,"
he told us, "so when we get it, I give it away." 
Well, ok. If we must. We'd hate to be impolite. =D
I confess that in spite of being Cuban I have never acquired a taste for rum. But this stuff was smooth and easy to sip.  Just ask Eric how wonderful it was as a chaser to his mojitos. ;-)

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So... ok... maybe the rum went to his head just a little...
but remember...
technically he was celebrating a Salon Hair Day victory. =D

Good job, Honey! High fives all around.

P.S. there's also a location in Redondo Beach, Ziva. (hint, hint)

93 bottles of beer on the wall...

P2231448_1You would think that a birthday celebration for a 93 year old would be a little tame.
Not when my mom is involved.

Lots of food.  Lots of people.
A regular cake?
Not for Luz .... "panetela borracha" - translates to "drunken cake." (the key is to make it with sweet vermouth instead of rum - gives it just the right flavor, but VERY sweet.)

Surrounded by a large portion of her grandchildren and 4 out of 5 daughters, she was completely delighted by the whole thing. As is usual at these family events, every age segment was represented, starting with toddlers all the way up to the her.

Then it was time for The Card Game.

P2231467_1P2231510My friend, Pam sent her some playing cards with her face on them - such a cool gift.  She won the first 3 rounds, but Amy ended up skunking all of us.  (we got a P2231542P2231609 little superstitious about holding her face upside down...LOL)

We all love this familiar scene. LOVE it.
And we're already looking forward to 94.  ;-)