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Side Dishes in a Box

by Jeremy on August 15, 2010 · 2 comments

As regular readers of EP know, I function as a stay at home parent.  Notice I didn’t say “work.”  Where I come from, Earth, work is traditionally something you get paid for.  Otherwise it is an internship or volunteering.  Since an internship implies a lack of permanence, I suppose I am a volunteer.  And I’m fine with that; I did voluntarily leave my job to take care of my kids.  I also really don’t like it when some condescending asshole tells me I’m doing “the most important job in the world.”  Since I take care of two children, technically wouldn’t someone who works at a day care center and takes care of three or more children have a more important “job” than me?  How about an airline pilot responsible for hundreds of lives per flight?  How about the mechanics who work on the plane?  All I’m doing is making sure my progeny are well taken care of, which is damned important to me but surely of little significance to anyone else.  My only request of other stay at home parents is that their little snowflakes grow up well adjusted enough not shoot up my children’s school…

Now that my mini-rant is over, on to the point of this post.  Sometimes I am pressed for time to make dinner.  Shocking, huh?  Two small children harassing me and making demands of all sorts, from help me tie my shoe to make my stuffed polar bear sing “Polar Bear Picnic” again, continually conspires to keep me from plating an intricately prepared meal on a nightly basis.

So what’s a Dad to do?  I still want to make something delicious and quasi-healthy.  The answer is pretty obvious.  Focus on the heart of the meal (chicken, fish, etc.) and make use of side dishes in a box.  (If any food snobs have an issue with that they can say it directly to me.  You will not find me making pasta salad every damn day during my daughter’s nap.  Sometimes Daddy needs to chill for a while and not be catering to whims of another human being.  If I want to watch a rerun of The Wire during her nap, I will, and anyone who has something negative to say about that is itchin’ for a fight).  Fortunately there are a few decent choices out there, that while not recommended to serve on a nightly basis are still delicious (any reader who disagrees is free to dispute that and recommend something else) and simple to make.  That way my mustard fish has a decent side dish and I can keep my sanity alive, if only for one more day.

Number 1:  Uncle Ben’s Long Grain and Wild Rice

Uncle Ben says, "With great rice comes great responsibility."

I have never heard a negative word about using Uncle Ben’s Wild Rice as a side dish.  Ever.  Once I made shrimp scampi with Uncle Ben’s as my side and all the compliments were for the rice.  I would have felt insulted if I gave a shit what the people thought, or didn’t partly agree with them.  Mix the seasoning with the rice, boil, cover, and 25 minutes later: consume.  Also, it goes great with mustard fish.

Number 2:  Stove Top Stuffing 

Cornbread stuffing FTW.

Boring?  Bland?  Perhaps, and I would never serve Stove Top on Thanksgiving but for a quick side dish you can be damn sure it works just fine, and is quick and easy.  If you are feeling adventurous cook up a batch of McCormick’s Turkey Gravy (more on that in a future post), pour on said stuffing and people will think you actually worked to create the dish.

Number 3:  Macaroni and Cheese

Yes, I’m a real genius for uncovering this gem.  Every college student and person on a budget knows about Mac and Cheese, right?  Of course, but let me sadly state that Mac and Cheese in a box is uniformly awful.  How do I make it palatable?  A few key additions.  First, when mixing the cheese powder, add dried thyme and Dijon mustard — about a teaspoon of each.  If your kids or fellow diners can handle it (and if they can’t feel free to haze them) liberally add Frank’s RedHot to it as well.  Now you have Mac and Cheese from a box that is edible.

A word of caution: Be sure to stay away from instant mashed potatoes.  Awful beyond belief or description.

I’ll do veggies in another post.  Actually, I won’t, I’ll just add that in now.  The secret to add veggies in a quick manner is to serve them raw (my kids prefer carrots or peppers) and offer them something to dip them in.  Hummus or Ranch dip or whatever strikes your fancy.  If your little ones still won’t eat the veggies, just tell them if they don’t eat them they will never be allowed to have dessert again until they either turn 18 or get a job.  Works like a charm.

Now if you will excuse me I have to go fold laundry and clean up a giant mess of legos along with misplaced puzzle pieces and blocks.  You know, the most important job in the world…

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Hello and Goodbye To All That

by Jeremy on December 19, 2009 · 4 comments

Greetings, fellow food lovers! My name is Jeremy and I am honored and humbled to be joining the Epic Portions team. I have known John for several years; we used to work together and share/critique many a meal. (On a side note, if you ever need a projector malfunction fixed, John is your man.) I am a father of two (six year old and one year old) and currently a stay at home Dad, thanks to my lovely and talented wife who wishes she could wax poetic about food in her spare time. My duties include acting as primary cook for the family, and yes, that means many adventures in food. I will do my best to live up to the high standard set by John and Todd.

Now, on to the good stuff.

Now that I’m no longer working for the man, I have found that fast food has quickly disappeared from my diet. No more trips out of necessity for a quick meal, it’s just me and my daughter at home for lunch most days, and the opportunity to cook dinner for my family (almost) every night. It has been wonderful, lots of work and lots of dishes to clean but a quality meal is worth the cleanup. Being rid of the oppressive grip of fast food has been liberating to say the least. No more painful indigestion, no more annoyance with someone messing up my order, no more feeling guilty after the meal. I won’t say I’m forever through with fast food, but it had dwindled to a very rare event.

There is one chance that it could change. If a Chick-fil-a opens somewhere in Metro Detroit, I will be there faster than you can say buck-buck-buguckk!! Chick-fil-a is primarily a southern phenomenon, although it has reached its beak as far north as Indiana. It is a quirky operation, the owner is a devout Christian who has this odd habit of actually following the no work on Sundays commandment. In effect, all Chick-fil-a restaurants, be they franchise or corporate, are required to be closed on Sundays. Below is a photo of the founder:

I grew up in Atlanta and St. Louis, so this prodigious producer of prominent poultry won my heart at an early age. Since my life brought me to Michigan I have been denied this culinary delight. I’ve tried to fill the void. Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwich? Please, you just lied to me three times. McDonald’s tried to bastardize a version (most likely by sending an intern to Chick-fil-a and reverse engineering) called the Southern Chicken Sandwich. This is a vile piece of food that made me weep real tears (that smelled of pickle juice or whatever the hell they used).

A couple years ago my previous job led me to Lafayette, Indiana for a day of coma inducing meetings. Imagine my surprise as I drove to the meetings when I saw… a Chick-fil-a!  My drive back to Ypsi was a true Epic Portions moment. I stocked up on more food than a Glenn Beck listener waiting for the apocalypse. Two Chick-fil-a sandwiches, 20 of their oh-so-delicious nuggets, and a trough of their waffle fries. That’s right, I said waffle fries. Plus they had Diet Dr. Pepper!!! I was in hypertension heaven.

If all you know of Chick-fil-a is the idiotic “Eat Mor Chikin” cows they use to peddle their food, please do not judge. Yes, the ad campaign sucks. Aside from being insulting to cows (unless George Orwell lied to me cows can not only spell, they can also be enslaved by totalitarian regimes) it is a far cry from the greatest fast food marketing campaign in history:

As the nearest Chick-fil-a is about three hours away, I now feel honor bound to take a road trip and see if it still holds the power it once did. My gluttonous Indiana trip aside (road trips make most food taste better) I hope I find it to be less enthralling than I once did. It is amazing how when you have children you actually begin to care about what you put into your body. Odd thing, to be setting an example for impressionable young minds by merely shoveling food down your gullet. I’m not that keen on poisoning my kids with fast food, so the sooner I let it go the better. Besides, where is the adventure in a uniform, below average, saturated fat laden meal? Goodbye to all that, I’ll save my dining out dollars for places that earn and deserve them. .

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