Month: April 2007

Spanish Seafood Soup with Migas

Friday for Catholics often means no meat. Good Friday for Catholics means no meat. Period. What to do? What to cook? Seafood soup with migas.

First, the migas, because it has to sit around for a while and get soggy.

  • 1 large loaf of day-old French bread
  • 1 medium-size onion, finely chopped
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/4 cup crumbled, crispy cooked bacon
  • 1/4t each, salt and pepper
  • 1/2 cup water

Cut the bread into thin, rather uneven slices. (I tore a lot of my slices up to create irregular shapes.) Then mix the bread, onion, garlic, and bacon together, spread it evenly in a pan, and sprinkle the water over it. Let it sit for at least half a hour. (Cooking it for Good Friday, though, I separated it into two different batches: one with bacon, one without.)

When you begin to fry it, you’ll need a mixture of garlic and olive oil:

  • 1/2 cup olive oil
  • 2 cloves garlic, crushed

Once the migas is migasizing, it’s time to start the soup.

  • 3T olive oil
  • 2 medium-size onions, diced
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 green pepper
  • 1 can (15 oz.) tomato puree
  • 2 bottles (8 oz. each) clam juice
  • 3/4 cup dry white wine
  • 3 1/2 cups chicken broth
  • 2 bay leaves
  • 1 small dried whole hot chile
  • 1/2 t each
    • ground coriander
    • dried basil
    • thyme leaves
  • 1 lemon, thinly sliced
  • 2 medium-size carrots, sliced
  • 1 1/2 pound firm-textured white fish (halibut, rockfish, sea bass, etc.)
  • 1 1/2 dozen hard-shell clams
  • 1/2 pound medium shrimp

Cook the onion, green pepper, and garlic together in olive oil. When soft, pour in tomato puree, clam juice, wine, broth, bay leaves, chile, coriander, basil, thyme, half the lemon slices, and carrots. Bring to a boil, then let simmer for about 20 minutes (until carrots are soft).

Add fish, clams, and shrimp and simmer until clams open and shrimp are pink.

Immediately after adding the fish begin to fry the migas. Brush a hot frying pan evenly with the garlic and olive oil mixutre, then spread about 1/2 cup of the migas mixture in the frying pan, pressing it down until it’s about 1/4 inch thick. Let it cook for about four minutes, then turn it. It will break apart as you flip it — it’s part of the idea, I guess.

Once the migas is brown and crisp and the calms have overcome their shyness, it’s time to serve.

It’s not for the budget-minded. The ingredients cost over $50, since all the seafood was fresh, fresh, fresh, and wild-caught. Halibut at $18 a pound and shirmp at $12 a pound does indeed add up.

But it was worth it. As a friend would say, fresh and honest.

Good and Cold Friday 2007

It was warm enough Christmas Eve to sit out on the balcony and smoke a cigar.

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Of course, Easter has to be frigid to make up for it.

Fan’s Fan

The Girl likes just about anything that moves in a circle, I believe, but ceiling fans now seem to be a favorite.

Fan's Fan

We discovered this some time ago at a visit to Paw-Paw and Nana’s place — they have ceiling fans in almost every room, so L was probably fairly certain that she was in her own personal Seventh Heaven.

Easter Egg Painting

Growing up not celebrating Easter, I never got to paint eggs as a kid. I’m making up for it now, for K and I seem to have established an annual Easter Egg Painting party.

The adults usually have as much fun as — if not more fun than — the kids.

Last Sunday, through the afternoon and evening, friends and family filtered through and painted eggs, ate some traditional Polish seasonal Easter food, and generally relaxed and chatted.

The grandparents, of course, were the first to arrive.

The Most Hated Family in America

BBC has a documentary on the Phelps family, of Westboro Baptist Church, “God Hates Fags” notoriety. A fascinating look inside one of the most vilely curious groups in America. What’s most terrifying is how “normal” many of them are when they’re not talking about God hating us all and sending us to hell. Well, not all of us — they’re not going to hell of course…

It’s available on YouTube, but probably won’t be for long.

Watch it.

“Goin’ Mobile”

Like most–probably all–parents, we have a mobile hanging over our little girl’s crib. In keeping with the rest of the decor, it’s a Pooh Bear themed mobile, with Pooh, Tigger, Pigglet, and Eeyore swirling around, looking down at usually-smiling L.

But that’s very passive–lying there, watching Pooh and friends turn circles over your head.

Taking an idea from Baby Minds by Susan Goodwyn by Linda Acredolo (Amazon), we made it a more engaging–and thus, more educational–activity. All it took was the addition of a long piece of fabric loosely tied to L’s left leg, with the other end end attached to the mobile. And voila!

It didn’t take long for L to figure it out:

motion of leg = mobile mobile = very happy little girl

And with increased happiness came increased motion, until everything was a blur.

Now that she’s got it, we’ll change it, attaching it perhaps to her right arm–it will get her used to “real” life…

A Confession

K and J went to pre-Easter confession last week. As with every single thing when you have an infant, it was well planned well in advance.

“Yet J doesn’t speak English,” I reminded K earlier in the week, when she told me about the plan. “How exactly is this going to work?”

“Well, I’m going to translate.”

Some, when reading “This is supposed to between the priest and the individual”, might have injected, “Um, no it’s between the individual and God.” More information about the Catholic view of forgiveness can be found here.

“Do you think the priest will let you? After all, this is supposed to between the priest and the individual, and anonymous at that. That’s why there’s all the elaborate screens and confessional booths and such.” (I’ve never confessed — my imagery of it is pretty much straight out of movies, and watching from a distance.)

“We’ll see.”

What actually transpired was a somewhat amusing solution to the problem. The priest instructed K, “Tell your mother to say what she needs to say in Polish, then give me a sign that she’s finished.”

J found it both amusing and touching.