Jason, one of my favorite parent bloggers over at jasongood.net, did an absolutely hilarious post about what goes on inside his then-2yo’s head at any given point in time. I didn’t think about that one until today when my 6yo was home with me all.day. What started off as a lovely day with spring flowers of love blooming in my chest went quickly south after about a couple of hours of free play without friends (R was at preschool for half the day). By early evening, let’s just say we were all ready to go on separate vacations and possibly never return.
Here’s my guesstimate of what must go on in his burdened head during any given 5 minutes of a day.
Boys rule, girls drool!
What’s 7 times 7?
49. Too easy!
I wish I was 36. No one could rule me then.
I’m bored. No fair!
I need a snack. Should I ask mama?
“Mooom, can I have a snack??!”
I’m having a snack. I’m not hungry for lunch. She can’t make me!
Saturn has 7 rings.
What? We’re out of chips AGAIN? No fair!
Oooh, brother! I can smack him if I like.
Am I in trouble? I don’t care.
What if I’m in trouble?! I hate mama.
The guy who makes Lego must be really smart.
I wish I could make Lego when I grow up.
I wish I were a superhero.
I love my brother.
He’s SO annoying.
I’m a jerk.
What can I DO? I’m bored.
Rudolph the red-nosed rein-POOP! Hahahaha.
Wow. I can run really fast. I’m the fastest human alive.
This weekend I’d planned to cook Chinese at home. It’s one of those cuisines, I know, that’s so much work to prepare that one would rather pick take-out. But we’re used to eating a particular version of Indian-twisted-Chinese food that’s not readily available even in a cosmopolitan area as the DC suburbs. So, to get our vegetarian friendly, Indian inspired Chinese food fix I sometimes venture into this severe-post-production-backache territory.
I always regret having to put in so much effort into cooking after, but this week all the chopping was actually therapeutic for me after last Friday’s event. I also didn’t mind the effort because at the end of it we were going to be rewarded with something I’ve never made before: veggie wantons! While at the store earlier, I’d spied these wanton wrappers, and since I’d already planned on cooking Chinese, bought them on a whim. What a great decision! These babies are easy to prepare (if you don’t mind the mindless chopping) and a joy to devour. The best part is they can use up whatever veggie odds and ends you have languishing in your crisper and can be frozen for later use.
An interesting snippet: Wantons are interchangeably called “momos” in India. From what I can discern, and Mr. Google hasn’t been much help here, the only difference is that wantons are always fried in India while momos are served either fried or steamed. Momo is primarily a Northeast Indian specialty; maybe due to that region’s proximity to the Chinese border, over time dumpling recipes got passed down and were reinvented by the Nor’easterners into what Indians know as momos today? Either way, whatever route they took to get there, wantons/momos are a definitely much appreciated street snack in India.
My recipe will make about 30 wantons, give or take 3. I fried 10 of them right away for an evening family snack and froze the rest.
30 wanton wrappers
10 baby carrots, shredded
5 stalks green onion, minced
3 big white mushrooms, minced
½ cup shredded cabbage
1 tbsp garlic, paste or grated
1 tbsp soy sauce
½ tbsp. Tobasco/Sriracha or any other chilli sauce
Crushed black pepper, to taste
1 tsp sesame or vegetable oil
(More oil depending on the method of cooking you’ll use: shallow/deep frying or baking)
Heat oil in a wide saucepan. Add garlic, carrots, cabbage, onion and mushrooms, in that order, and sauté until soft. Take off flame and mix in soy sauce, chili sauce and pepper. Set aside.
Spoon about 1 tsp of the prepared mixture into the center of a wanton wrapper. Moisten your index finger with water and slide along the edges of the wrapper before folding as instructed on the back of the wrapper package.
Cover prepared wantons with damp cloth to prevent them from drying out. If freezing the batch (in which case, lay them out on a cookie sheet in a single layer before popping them in the freezer), you can skip this step.
Serve hot with a tangy sweet and sour ketchup or sauce.
I fried mine this time since I was already prepared for it. (I also steamed a few but that method was a terrible failure.) Next time I will try baking these puppies. I can’t imagine why baking won’t yield as delicious a wanton as frying since the filling is already partially cooked.
I fashioned the leftover wanton wrappers into the yummiest homemade veggie ravioli! Recipe coming soon.
Just heard on the radio that there’s been another random shooting, this time at an elementary school in Connecticut. What the eff is going on in America?! Someone opened fire at a mall in Oregon yesterday, and now this. Can we not go a single day without hearing about some misfit somewhere taking out his ire at people he doesn’t know and who have had no role to play in his sorry life? How can we hope to have sympathy for the disillusioned, unstable youth among us when there are innocent people dying for no fault of theirs? Has it come to this, then, that we’re going to have to duck our way through store aisles for fear of a stray bullet that can catch us unaware while we preen at ourselves in the mirror? Why the hell are weapons still openly available to people if we haven’t discovered a way yet to zero in on possible perpetrators before the crimes happen?
I cannot imagine what the kids of this school and their parents are going through because of this horrifically unexpected intrusion into their lives. Will these parents ever be able to let their kids out of their sight again?
It’s not much, but those kids, their parents and their school will be in my thoughts today.
ETA: When I wrote this, it had apparently just happened and there were no confirmed deaths. They’re now saying 18 (18!) little kids have died in the tragedy, no… the massacre. And the shooter killed himself so there’s going to be no human justice. I hope the divine jurors have the heart of a parent.