Just a quick interruption from Lex – This week we’re happy to introduce The Guest House, our spot for guest bloggers. First up is Rosebud. Old friend, talented cook and relatively new mother of one. I’ll shut up now and let her expand on this, as only she can.
I’m so rich today.
To be specific I am “freezer rich”.
As you can no doubt imagine, this is when you’ve filled your deep freeze with pre-made meals. I’d say one week’s worth is the minimum to qualify as rich. These days, to me, being freezer rich is way better than “cash rich”, or even “clothing rich”. Whoa.
But let’s back up a bit – I’m now seventeen months into motherhood and the first fourteen of those months no one slept. Rory, our son, the love of our lives, a most precious of babies was such a complete arsehole at sleeping. I can say this now with a smile on my face because he has slept through for 12 weeks straight…that’s 84 nights, my friends. He was one of a special breed of child that heard your head hit the pillow like it was a huge brass gong – instantly bolting wide awake screaming. A paranoia set in about any sound that might wake the baby. We even trained the poor dog to never leave her bed so as to avoid the trotting noise her claws made on the floor and we’d have the TV so quiet we spent all evening whispering “what did they say?”. Basically every night he slept like shit and woke angry and often. You know what? I’d be angry too if I had interrupted sleep.
“Gaaard don’t whinge!” I hear you say. “He’ll grow out of it!”, was also told to me. “Lots of babies don’t sleep, at least he’s happy and healthy.” Yes yes yes, all valid points. Geeeeze. Trust me I told myself these things many many times and then shuddered with guilt but this really didn’t diminish the feelings of aloneness, sadness and utter disbelief when the offspring woke crying yet again at 2am and 3am and 4am and hello struggle town for another day. My default setting most days was “get through”. It’s just so exhausting and then the knowledge that you must shop for, make and feed the family some sort of meal other than toast is a drag beyond belief. Not to mention the damn unfolded washing that breeds (to be fair, hubby does all the washing – bless) and the dog in desperate need of a walk.
Wow. Rant much?
The flip-side is, I’ve found that the torture of sleep deprivation created in me a strong survival instinct and forced us as parents to get smart, get organised and get healthy-ish…mentally and physically. That or I was so tired I believed my own hype….quite possible.
Back to food and the true happiness, satisfaction and relief for anyone that is to be found in being freezer rich! It’s not just fish fingers and puff pastry hiding out in there. We delight in stacks upon stacks of healthy homemade curry, stew, soup, bolognaise, sausage rolls, stock, pulled pork meat, salmon cakes, ragu…you name it – I’ve frozen it. Withdrawing from the freezer-bank can be done in a slow trickle or a sudden removal of everything in just a few days. The latter is usually because one parent is sick, away, being a sook or we are off for a mini holiday and I’m being a tight arse and don’t wanna buy every meal while we’re away.
Producing these bulk meals usually occurs on a rare Monday all at once. This works for me as it’s more economical time-wise with chopping veg and also having ovens on etc. Being economical with time is a novel idea though with a one year old running around pulling your pyjama pants down twice while you’re stirring stew (this happened) and also systematically removing every item in every drawer in every room. *breathe in breathe out*
Lately sharing the frozen wealth is a big thing for me too. New parents need hot showers and good coffee and lasagnes and someone to sweep the floor and naps and big pats on the back. How much better would you feel, if you’d just changed the thirteenth shitty nappy and breastfed your human parasite for the tenth time, to remember the steak pie in the freezer? Do I hear a communal sigh of understanding? Go fill a new mum’s freezer now. Seriously do it.
Lex and I did cook up a storm in my 39th week of pregnancy. She flew all the way across the country fully believing that the baby would know she was in town and promptly emerge for cuddles. The baby did not emerge for cuddles till two days past it’s due date and Lex’s departure, but we did cook cook cook and that stockpile of meals lasted weeks into new motherhood. Weeks I tell you!
So here’s a recipe that’s always a favourite in our house. It’s super easy, healthy, vego and freezable. Tick tick tick tick.
Chick pea curry
2 cans of chick peas
Greens chopped (I use broccoli stalks) approx a cup
1 carrot finely chopped
Large bunch kale or spinach finely chopped
2 onions chopped roughly
2 cups of stock
2 teaspoons chilli powder or paste (teaspoon or tablespoon depending on how hot you want it)
2 teaspoons garam masala or whatever curry powder
Shitload of turmeric
1/2 teaspoon of cardamom powder
1/2 teaspoon of coriander seeds ground
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon of ground ginger
Salt and pepper
1/2 almond meal
1/2 cup chia seeds
1/2 cup shredded coconut
3 garlic cloves chopped
Teaspoon of Ghee
Melt ghee over medium heat and fry onions till softened (6-7 minutes)
Add all herbs, spices and the garlic and stir till fragrant.
Add carrot, greens and leafy veg and fry approx 5 mins till spices have coated.
Now add drained chickpeas, stock, almond meal, chia and coconut.
Turn temp up and bring to the boil then drop again to let simmer for 20 mins adding a bit of water if required.
Season at the end and serve on rice or quinoa… or freeze!