Eat Well: Lemon Miso Brussels Sprouts (and an Epiblogue)

The following post was written by my mom, WWW. Thanks, Mom!
Before I start on this week’s post, I have a couple of addendums from my last post. A reader, Denise Montenegro, rightly pointed out that I didn’t say that going sugar free doesn’t mean you should start substituting artificial sweeteners for sugar. Her daughter, who is allergic to them, was given an aspartame-sweetened fruit cup at school and became violently ill. Besides the concern that artificial sweeteners are (man-made) chemicals, there have been recent studies that show using artificial sweeteners can even lead to diabetes. This is also mentioned in the movie, Fed Up.

Also, as kismet would have it, last week’s NY Times magazine was devoted to how kids eat. This piece of advice by Mark Bittman, food journalist, stood out to me and I wanted to share it with you: 

For those of us who are cutting down on sugar, we can satisfy some of our sweet cravings by roasting our vegetables. Even the most humble vegetable is elevated to a sweet and flavorful delicacy by roasting. I have written several posts about the deliciousness of roasting anything, but this week I would like to talk about the often maligned Brussels sprout. Growing up in the 50’s and 60’s, there was a cliché about Brussels sprouts being the epitome of disgusting food fare. This was because back then, Brussels sprouts were large and tough and therefore needed to be overcooked in order to be tender enough to eat. (And overcooked Brussels sprouts are terrible.) Now, due to hybridization and earlier harvesting, we get small and tender sprouts in the grocery stores and farmer’s markets and they are delicious. Besides being packed with vitamins and minerals, research has shown that Brussels sprouts contain more cancer preventing components than any other vegetable. 

Now is a great time to find Brussels sprouts anywhere you shop.  And they are a perfect vegetable for the holidays.  Smothering these little gems with olive oil, tossing them with fresh herbs, and roasting them until caramelized—with or without a thinly sliced onion— makes the most mouthwatering vegetable.  And the roasting intensifies their sweetness. Brussels sprouts are also delicious steamed or par boiled and sautéd with garlic and herbs in olive oil.  Either way, you can finish off cooked Brussels sprouts with toasted nuts, seeds, Parmesan cheese, lemon zest or hemp hearts.

This week I tried something new… roasting the Brussels sprouts and then coating them in my favorite miso lemon salad dressing. You could also use a lemon Dijon dressing if you prefer.

Lemon Miso Roasted Brussels Sprouts

1 lb Brussels sprouts
2 T olive oil
About 4 Tablespoons Creamy Miso salad dressing, or to taste 
Zest of 1 lemon
Toasted walnuts (optional)

Preheat oven to 375˚. Cut off the bottoms of the Brussels sprouts and trim off any brown leaves.  
Cut them in half lengthwise.  
Toss the Brussels sprouts in olive oil and spread, cut side down, in a baking pan (they shouldn’t touch). 
Roast until lightly brown and tender, about 15 minutes, depending on the size of the sprouts. Pour into a bowl and toss with salad dressing and lemon zest.  
Top with toasted walnuts, if desired.



photo-1 from desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive
they were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died
across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days
so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey

218. Wartime Lovers by: Rose Windows


I'm posting this particular song today because it reminds me of this piece by Sayed Kashua and Etgar Keret which I have not stopped thinking about since I read it last week.

Fierce Fierceness (+ Giveaway!)

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Friday, I wrote about fierceness of a different sort, because here's the thing. My girls are STRONG. They are fierce and strong and very much themselves with personalities that are larger than their bodies and stronger than, well, me sometimes. My son is also fierce, in ways that are different than his sisters -- his fierceness is a quieter, more reserved fierceness - the kind of fierceness that I am fiercely protective of in the same way I am protective of my girls strength-in-selfness. Fiercely Protective of Fierce Fierceness is my band name.

Anyway. I think it's important for kids to know that clothes can be powerful message-senders and that we should be conscious of our fashion choices because they help us tell our story, be ourselves, have fun...  I also think that clothes can be incredibly empowering for people of all ages. Revi lights up when she puts on one of her various fancy dresses. (She wore a sequin gown apple picking this weekend and could not have been happier about it.) I happen to think that what we wear on our bodies DOES count - that we decide how we want to be perceived and that every child, when they're old enough to be aware, should be able to choose their own ensembles and recognize that there will be ramifications for doing so. (Fable learned this with her 7890 barrettes and Archer with his purple shoes and Bo with the bare feet she insisted on wearing on a walk the other day.) 

We do a lot of outings in bridesmaid dresses and costumes and the the little ones wear princess dresses to school and YOU DO YOUR THING, KIDS. 

In the meantime, it is my job to fill my kids drawers with pieces they can:

A. Wear with pride.
B. Mix and match with.
C. Feel comfortable and themselves in.
D. Empower themselves and those around them. (That's why I LOVE these shirts. LOVE LOVE LOVE.)

And that would be my segue into today's exciting giveaway. (Woo!) I'm excited to feature a fellow twin mom, Kiki Fluhr, and her kids clothing line, The Measure (All the Numbers) which boasts some of the MOST INCREDIBLE  (empowering!) pieces.

The Red Riding Hood dresses? AHHHHHH!!! 
photo 5-2 Little Red Riding Hood Dress (and bloomer shorts)
photo 4-3 "And though she be little she is fierce" T with Red Riding Hood skirt + play apron. photo 4
(Revi chose the shirt + skirt.)
photo 1-3 (Bo chose the dress and bloomers.)
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photo 4-1 photo 3-6 (Fable has one, too.)
photo 1-6 (They all do. THEY ALL ARE!) 
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This week, thanks to Kiki and The Measure, I'm giving away one outfit of your choice from the website! To win, tell me what makes you/your child/someone you know fierce. I'll choose one winner at random next Monday, October 27th. In the meantime, you can follow The Measure on Instagram, here and shop The Measure, here. (20% off at checkout with code GIRLSGONECHILD through the end of the week!)
photo 2-6  her strong sense of self
photo 2 her fearless fire
photo 4-4 her protective power
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Picking My Battles = Backing off of theirs

Today on, I wrote about letting them fight... 

Not that they don't get along beautifully as well because they do. Much of the time, they do. (Archer is my co-parent in the morning on most days. Fable, too.)
But, with Tamara gone since June, I've been overwhelmed, with more to do and less patience to do it. If, "MOM! I NEED YOU!" was a drinking game, I would be dead with alcohol poisoning by 6:12 am. And then I would re-die every fifteen minutes forever. 
Which is fine. I want to be there for them. I LOVE BEING THERE FOR THEM! But sometimes... well... 
I lose it. They lose it and then I lose it and suddenly we're all just very, very, extremely, very lost...
You can read the rest of the column in its entirety, here.
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Godspeed, mamas.


"Listen to my words..."

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Today's post is a throwback to a few months ago. I thought I accidentally deleted this gem but, no! I found it safe and sound on a hard drive and it's one of my favorite moments caught on camera of all time:

FYI: I totally get the whole LOOK AT ME! LISTEN TO MY WORDS!" thing because, even though Revi is "looking" right at Bo and totally "listening" to her word... maybe she isn't, you know? Preschool-aged twins are not unlike married couples trying to work out their issues and I know I've written about this before, and I'm sure I will again, (tomorrow's post is about siblings working out their issues) but it's fascinating to me and this video makes me laugh/cry/ponder the "talker/listener" dynamic and which side I fall into...
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...In my work, I am the talker, clearly. But at home, I'm definitely more of the listener. But maybe I'm not really listening, you know? Maybe that's why everyone is like, "MOM! MOM! LISTEN TO ME! LOOK AT MY EYES" and in my head, I'm like, "I am listening! I am looking at your eyes! I'm right here!" But I'm also not. Because I'm 78,000 other places, too. 
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