Thursday, July 15, 2010

If not now... when?

If not now... when? This has been my mantra for the past year. After taking a leap of faith and deciding to open my own business nearly two years ago, I have been continuously questioning my decision and trying to take stock in myself. I am happy to report that (finally) I seem to have made the right decision. My business, though pathetically small and certainly in its infancy, is beginning to take baby steps toward success. Without jinxing myself, I am really beginning to see the fruits of my labor. Knowing nothing of business and being a complete pushover do add to the difficulty of making a business profit and grow. But I have faced this challenge like I do anything else.. with tenacity and a stubbornness ranking on pathological. Good thing I have one heck of a work ethic, because I have been working my ass off for nearly two years. I was surprised that going into business for myself was so hard. I mean, I was going into business so that I could get paid to do what I love, right? But I didn't count on the fact that a lot of people want you to do what you love for free.. or at least for next to nothing. I have given a lot of myself away, I have undervalued and underestimated my worth, and I have wanted to throw my hands in the air and say forget it! and go back to a steady paycheck. But I didn't. And I am beyond thrilled that I didn't.

An amazing opportunity has come my way; I will be personal cheffing for a school's staff. I have to take a minute and say that I will be forever grateful to a good friend of mine, Tammie, for bringing this job my way. Tammie has been one of my biggest supporters this past year and a half. She's used my services when I know she didn't need to, just to help me get my name out there, and she's introduced me to potential clients. She's a fellow businesswoman, mother and friend, and I thank her for the help she has provided me along my journey. This week I began what I hope turns out to be a long standing cheffing service. There is a charter school here in town that is using my services to provide healthy, organic dinners for their staff and their families. For a nominal fee the staff member is able to order dinner to feed themselves and their family, and it is ready and waiting for them at the end of the day to take home. No more running through a drive through on the way home! What a lucky staff!

Armed with an order to feed thirty-six summer school staff and their families (yikes!) I set off to shop and prep and cook. My kitchen was a whirlwind of activity today; I will be thrilled when I am able to use their industrial kitchen to cook the meals. On the menu were Green Chile Vegetarian Enchiladas with Spanish Rice or Roasted Chicken with Red Potatoes and Broccoli.



Chopping away... chopping and chopping and chopping. She chops, she chops, she chops tomatillos!


The enchiladas are stuffed with a delicious filling comprised of onions, peppers, calabacitas, zucchini, and tomatillos. Then seasoned with cumin for a smoky Mexican flavor and layered with corn tortillas, green chile sauce and jack cheese for a delicious (and healthy) enchilada. I served them along with my Spanish Style Brown Rice and a small salad.



Meal after meal lined up and ready to deliver. ;o)

My mantra has delivered. A year and a half of telling myself, "If not now, when?". A year of questioning myself and working hard... and then working harder. After a year and a half, I need a new mantra, one that will continue to inspire and encourage me. One that will take me from where I am and, hopefully, bring me even closer to that tiny idea that will become that huge idea.

"Don't just live your dreams, live your wildest dreams."

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Summer Salads

"A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becomming viands." Lord Byron

Taking cue from Lord Byron (and perhaps the triple digit Arizona summer) I have been into salads as of late. Nothing seems more enticing than a crisp bowl of greens, some vegetables and fruits tossed in for color. Filling, yet light at the same time, a meal that can be prepared without even turning a knob on the stove. However, I seem to be the only person in our household that considers salad to be a main course. In our home, salad is usually placed on the plate where it sits uneaten by my family until every morsel of "real food" has been savored and enjoyed. Only when Mom begins spouting off the fact that salad and ruffage are the foods that get your "pooper moving" do the eye rolling and salad eating begin. There is nearly always a salad on the dinner plate, but it is looked at as an afterthought. I mean really, I can imagine my son thinking, "why should I eat this pile of yard clippings when I can have another bite of rib eye?" So my mission this week has been to entice my family into enjoying the bounty of fruits and vegetables available to us, while also taking advantage of the oh-so-easy summer salad.

Food historians tell us salads (usually defined as mixed greens with dressing of some sort) were enjoyed by ancient Romans and Greeks. As the years progressed, salads became more complicated. Recipes varied according to place and time, availability of ingredients and local food customs and traditions. Dinner salads, as we know them today, were popular in Renaissance time. Composed salads, today known as chef's salads, were assembles with layers of ingredients and enjoyed in the 18th century. Walking into the supermarket or farmers market today offers the home cook a vast litany of items with which to inspire, create and assemble the humble salad. You can use your imagination and style, favorite flavors and textures, to create your own personal salad... or you can grab a salad-in-a-bag, head to the express lane and be out of the market in five minutes flat. Myself being a person who can't imagine buying anything all put together in a bag (Can you think of anything more tiresome than the bed-in-a-bag options at the linen store? All matchy-matchy...boring!) tried to draw inspiration from favorite traditional recipes. Pairing ingredients that reminded me of dishes I had sampled, flavors that brought back memories, and textures that inspired and satisfied.. I was off to begin my salad adventure.

My first salad must be credited to my good friend, Marybeth. Having eaten a simply wonderful salad at her home earlier in the week, I set out to create dinner. Mixed greens, spinach, romaine and ridichio, topped with sliced sweet strawerries, tart and plumb blueberries, rich and tangy gorgonzola. I grilled chicken breast, sliced and placed on top of the salad; all pulled together with a rich champagne vinnaigrette. I could not have had a more pleasing and rounded salad to enjoy. It was a hit with the family and for me, tasted like 4th of July.

Now my second salad was another story, and this little novel was not well reviewed. It began with the very popular mango salsa, add to that an abundance of melons from my melon growing brother, and my bright lightbulb moment "Honeydew Salsa". Perhaps if I had just left well enough alone and copied the mango salsa recipe, subsituting the honeydew for the mango, it would have gone over better. Alas, it was not meant to be. I began by making a delicious cilantro lime vinaigrette. And by delicious, I mean delicious. If I got anything from this recipe that was a keeper, this vinaigrette was it.. it's tart from the lime, tempered by a slight sweetness from fresh orange juice, spiced up slightly with the addition of a garlic clove, and verdant and fresh from the cilantro. Add the smooth mouth feel of the olive oil and my friends, you have one tasty salad dressing. I took a few large spoonfulls of this delicious dressing and tossed it with the pound of cooked shrimp I had picked up for the salad. I placed this tasty duo in the fridge and gave them time to get their groove on. On to my salsa topping. I diced up half of a ripe and sweet honeydew melon, minced up one jalapeno, added in finely chopped purple onion and tossed with salt and pepper and a squeeze of lime. Instead of leaving well enough alone I decided to add a chopped avocado. Because I am sorry, but in my mind, you can absolutely never have enough avocado. This is where I made my wrong turn. Instead of a bright, sweet, tangy and spicy salsa.. I turned it into a funky sweet guacamole. So I assembled my salad greens, tossed them with my scrumptious dressing, added my funky sweet guacamole and my marinated shrimp. It was actually an absolutely beautiful salad; the lovely cool avocado green and brighter honeydew paired nicely with the pink cooked shrimp and I had added some crumbled cotijo cheese which broke up the field of green with specks of tangy white. Gorgeous to look at and pretty darn tasty to eat. My kids did not have the same reaction. My daughter absolutely hated it and I had probably picked the wrong night to try the new concoction, as we had another picky nine year old girl eating with us. My son ate it, said it wasn't his favorite. Hubby and I enjoyed it; it was tasty, tangy, spicy, sweet and, best of all, different.. because aren't we all tired of the same old thing?

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

First Week of Summer

This summer I may kill myself. Being the mom of two really great kids (I keep telling myself this over and over in some pathetic attempt to convince myself of it) comes with an innate list of challenges. From the time they were little babies, each stage of their development would present a lesson for me, the mom, to learn. And each stage I had to recognize the lesson, overcome the challenges, and adapt to a new parenting strategy. It was like living in a constant state of war... My life was the game, Risk. I had to make sure I had plenty of power coupled with the strategic placement of that power, or risk being taken over by a six year old boy. As the years have flown by it has become easier to predict the battles.. but it hasn't made the battles any easier to fight. So back to my opening statement; school has been out for three days. Three days down, approximately 70 days to go. I refuse to actually pull out the calendar and start crossing off each day with a giant black sharpie marker because I think it will just make it seem as if the summer is lasting longer. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I will put a giant calendar on the wall of the den and do the countdown.. Back to School! like I did when Jonathan was homeschooling. Get those cute yellow sunshine numbers. Instead, what I am doing is trying to fill each long, hot Yuma day with activities. Try getting a nine year old girl and a thirteen year old boy on the same page as far as fun summertime activities. Heck, try getting a nine year old girl and a thirteen year old boy on the same page as far as whether or not the sky is blue. It's not easy. So far I have the nine year old girl doing yoga camp, gymnastics camp, and All Girls Summer Reading Club at the library. The thirteen year old boy is continuing with his year round swim team. That's it. Did I mention he's thirteen? Ah yes, the age where your parents become complete morons and you can't figure out why they are still expecting to know what you are doing and who you are talking to. Fools. In the midst of this wonderful adventure we call parenting, I am also still teaching yoga and personal chefing for clients. This blog was originally supposed to be used to promote my business, Cassie Marie, Personal Chef, so I will talk about that some. But I have a feeling its going to be more about the super fun summer we will have. ;o) Today I did make an awesome salad for lunch. This was after I had a girl, a boy and a larger boy (husband) all hovering in the kitchen cackling like hens about how they were starving and opening and shutting the fridge and the pantry over and over because we all know how food magically appears, prepared and ready to eat with no effort required, when you open and shut a fridge door seventeen times.

Avocado and Chicken Salad
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