Frittata

By Sierra French Myerson

Do yourself a favor...Take time to make brunch at least once this coming weekend.  Let if be uncomplicated.  Let it be fun.  Let it be easy.  Let it be long.  Eat.  Talk.  Laugh.  Eat.  Reflect.  Breathe.  Eat.  Laugh.  Repeat.

In our ever-growing complicated times, I'm finding myself having to remember to just stop and breathe more frequently.  Shut down and breathe.  1,2,3...ok.

Throwing together brunch has become especially important to me for this reason.  It is an almost essential part of my Sunday.  I ritually go to the farmer's market in the morning, and then I keep it simple.  Nothing grand.

A frittata.  Simple salads.  No fuss vegetables and fruit that I’ve gotten at the market.  Sliced, olive oil, salt, pepper, platter.  Whatever is around.  No stress.  Take your time.

Brunch is intended to be informal.  Frankly, it doesn’t even require cooking if that’s not in your “at ease” vision of the day.  Bread, cheese, tomatoes, fruit…brunch!

Brunch can even be a meditation of sorts.  Morning focus and breathing and ease of mind with no pressure to deliver anything other than food for friends and family.  The breathing even comes back naturally. 

Again, I encourage you to grant yourself the time to enjoy an effortless brunch at least once on the weekends…I promise it will help guide you into the poundings that these recents weeks seem to continue to deliver.  And, during the week while waiting in line, or on hold, or in traffic, turn down the news for just a minute and repeat the new mantra…Eat.  Talk.  Laugh.  Eat.  Reflect.  Breathe.  Eat.  Laugh…before you know it, it will be time for brunch again.

Frittata with Caramelized Onions and Boursin Cheese

What you'll need:

• 2 Tbs olive oil, divided

• 1 medium onion (white, yellow, or red), halved and thinly sliced

• 12 large eggs

• 1/2 cup whole milk*

• 2 Tbs. chopped chives

• 2 Tbs. chopped Italian Parsley

• 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese

• 1 package Boursin Cheese

• Salt & Pepper

*The key to the perfect frittata is the addition of the dairy.  For every dozen eggs, add 1/2 cup of full-fat dairy…whole milk, creme fraiche, heavy cream, yogurt are all good options.

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350.  Heat 1 Tb olive oil in an ovenproof skillet over medium heat.  Add onions;  stirring often.  Lower heat if onions start to brown too quickly.  Cook until onions take on a nice golden color.

Meanwhile, whisk eggs, milk, Parmesan, chives and parsley.  Season with salt and pepper.

Turn heat up to medium-high and add remaining Tb. of olive oil.  Pour the egg mixture over the onions.  Cook the frittata without stirring for 5 minutes until edges start to set.  

Dollop Boursin over the eggs.  Transfer skillet to oven.  Bake until set, 25-30 minutes.  Definitely don’t want to over cook the frittata, so air on the safe side and take it out 5 minutes early to double check if it’s done.

Transfer to platter, slice.  Can be served warm or at room temperature.

Holy Whole30...

By Steph Farrar

So you're asking yourself, what the hell is a Whole30? Can I actually complete a Whole30? Just lean protein, fish, veggies, fruit, nuts and seeds for a month? No booze, sugar, grains, dairy, or legumes... 30 days?

Yes, you can do it. I swear, you can. If I can do it... anyone can. And it will, in fact, change your life.

The night before...

This is NOT a picture of Kobe's 60 point game on 4.13.16. This is exactly one week prior, when the Lakers were pulverized by the Clippers ... the last night before we started our Whole30.

Yes, we got tipsy, which at the time seemed like a good idea: 30 clean days on the horizon, a court-side Laker Game, no kid-duty until 7 am the following morning (there's the compromise). I do not recommend a big night before you start your elimination 30. It will make it more difficult to cleanse toxins in the those first few days, hence restless sleep, night sweats, even insomnia.

No one likes a hangover anyway.

About three days in, after the charm wore off, I started to question myself on why the hell I was doing this cleanse. I was scared. 30 days began to feel like an eternity ahead of me, after counting the hours of the previous three days, eager for bedtime. I'm one-tenth of the way there? This. Is. Bullshit.

So I visited a dear friend's local community garden a few days into my Whole30, picked veggies and herbs along with one beautiful strawberry, kickstarting my cleanse with fresh air, hot coffee with my favorite almond milk, and the biggest beet I've ever roasted. Along with some Fava Beans I couldn't even eat (no legumes on Whole30... here'swhy).

The ONE strawberry Vesper later savored

Craig, The Magus of Wattles Garden.

Sorry Craig. Had to show the world what this master botanist looks like! I will be visiting Craig more often ... to steal his produce and any free time I can sucker out of him. When you've known someone for over 20 years, there's never enough time to catch up.

A ladybug for good luck

So here it is. My brief rundown of what's to come in the next 30 days. This article is a great resource for what to expect, but it's not always the same for everyone. I'll kick start with a few words of encouragement, along with the ladybug above for good luck on your adventure. I'm 14 days post Whole30, and not only am I insanely proud of myself for finishing, but these last two weeks off the Whole30 has been much more difficult than on it. My body is so clean and tidy, it doesn't want a patch of dirt in it!

There are many good reasons why you should reintroduce foods slowly, nausea being #1. My tummy hasn't warmed to most ingredients not on the program. My palette is responding to less flavor than I've ever previously enjoyed. It's taking time to freely eat again. It's been a while since I've felt as accomplished, light on my feet, and awake as I have in the last four (now 6) weeks. So I'm trying to take it slow.

After friends Jason and Katie finished a Whole30, glowing like a perfect California summer day, nearly 20 pounds lighter between the two, and gushing about the benefits, I picked a day 30 days in my near future, with something to look forward to and celebrate... my best friend's birthday party was in 33 days. Perfect.

I highly encourage you to pick a day to celebrate... but maybe not your best friend's birthday where you could potentially get loose enough that your friends think you may have been roofied. Skip the pre and post drinking nights people. Seriously. I've yet to get back to par.

MY WHOLE30

Days 1-3: Clearly, on day 1, I felt horrible. Terrible hangover, so I didn't mind eating such a clean diet, minus avoiding milk and sugar in my coffee. I had gone to Whole Foods the day before to make sure I had a few staples to get going. Eggs, fruit, avocado, coconut almond milk, etc. I had lunch with my dear pregnant girlfriend and ordered a simple salad... brought my own dressing to avoid dealing with potentially cheating, especially as it's my first day! Dinner... easy, going to bed... easy, as I was exhausted from general life stuff. Day 1, down!

Day 2 was better, as I clearly wasn't hungover, but quite the opposite. Awake with wild energy, still hating the coffee and missing yogurt, but fine. Day 3, I was able to spend with my daughter, at a friend's kid's birthday party followed by a dinner at Au Fudge... my first night out, no booze. Kind of a relief to not have to pay for booze or an Uber! But I really missed the social aspect of it. Nights 2 and 3 were very rough. Patchy sleep at best, night sweats and tossing constantly. I could literally feel all the junk coming out of my body.

Days 4-8: Someone kill me, what have I signed up for? Oh wait, I'm the only one in charge? I can quit this thing right?

No!!! Keep going.

I think my husband would have poisoned me if he didn't know this cleanse had an end-date. So cranky. So mad at myself for putting us through this. Feeling guilty that Sam was attempting to go along for the Whole30 ride. Oh by the way, total exhaustion. Even after the first night of great sleep I've had in years, Night 4.

We had friends over for brunch that first Sunday and serving them up Proseco wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I didn't even want it. At this point, I'm not only full of pride in my already successful first few days, but also full of what feels like air. SO BLOATED. And the time is passing very slowly. Days 4 and 5 were equally boring... tired and bloated, but sleeping so well that's it's nearly worth it. By day 6, the tyrant in me erupted. I was exhausted and extremely cranky. And stressed for some reason, perhaps giving up things I love, like wine, bread and cheese, was causing some anxiety. Days 7 and 8 lit up a bit... I felt lighter and happier, yet still very gassy and bloated (tmi). I managed to hit up yoga and hike both days, felt enlightened and energized. Starting to think this could be the new me.

Days 9-14: This stretch was particularly difficult. Days 9-11 fell on a weekend where all I did was cook. This was the lovely anchor of time where Sam and I tested some new recipes. We whipped up a veggie frittata for dinner, and for breakie the following morning. We turned Bobby Flay's salmon with brussels and gala apples into a Whole30 dreamboat. We also used my friend Craig's staples from his gorgeous Wattles Garden into a beet, avocado and edible flower salad. By Day 13, after counting the days to what I've heard as "Tiger Blood" day 14, I'm ready for a turnover. I need the bloating to clear, I want my stomach to be flat (like I'd earned), and yoga classes to feel good. None of which became true.

But still, epic sleep. And an overall, undying commitment to finishing.

Days 15-22: By Day 15 I felt great, had found a new normal, and somewhat forgot about this wild new diet. I ended daily journal entries about Whole30 timeline and recipes, and just decided to live. Also at day 15, my face completely broke out... as if I was going through puberty all over again. Luckily it cleared quickly, but herein lies another shining example of toxic elimination. Knowing I had less to go than the time I've already put into my first Whole30, the time began to fly by. And my sleep grew even deeper, my energy level was through the roof, and my overall attitude healthier and happier. One day at a time.

Days 23-29: By this point, I'm bored with food, sick of cooking, and over it. But of course I'm feeling full of energy and addicted to finishing strong. I remember actually stopping by the mirror more frequently to check out my thinning thighs and bootie. Only a few days to go.

Day 30: There's no way I've actually made it. Absolutely no way. What the hell am I going to do now? The evening of this last night took all my willpower to not pop open the special bottle of wine I bought for myself for day 31. I must admit, this in fact, was my hardest challenge... finishing. But I did it.

And the next early afternoon, Sam and I shared this:

SO WORTH IT.

And all the sudden I was quickly tipsy on Dom... and truly satisfied in my ability to enjoy it, without needing it.

I mentioned at the beginning of this post that this experience will change your life. It will empower you, energize you, reveal your will power, and your commitment to the promise you made to yourself. It will change the way you see food. It will change the way you order food, the way you shop, and the habits years of bad choices have led you to. You will read labels and find sugar in nearly everything. You will learn you don't have to drink alcohol to relax. You will be so damn proud of yourself that it will rub off on everyone in your life.

So do it. And let us know how you did!!!!

WHOLE 30 APPROVED RECIPES:

(written recipes in following Farrar post, here)

1. Ground Beef with Roasted Sweet Potato and Sunny-side up Egg, sliced avocado

2. Roasted Macadamia Nut Salmon with Brussel Sprout, Apple, Raisin and Bacon Salad

3. Mango, Avocado and Cabbage Slaw

4. Beet, Arugula, Avocado, Edible Flower Salad

5. Asian Cauliflower Rice with Egg and Bacon

6. Kale Chips

7. Breakfast Frittata Mini muffins

8. Nut and Herb Pesto with raw veggies

Basket of goodies!

White Bean and Ham Soup

By Steph Farrar

What a perfectly dark and rainy day here in Los Angeles. Perfect for my moodiness, my anxiety to accomplish much in the New Year, and for the bowl of warmth sitting in front of me.

So first of all, Happy New Year! I truly hope anyone reading this enjoyed a happy and healthy 2015. It came, it went, and now it's time to move forward. The first work week of the year seems to be dragging, along the three-foot-deep flooding stream down Laurel Canyon near our home. Dragging toward lofty yet attainable goals, a restructure of commitments and desires.

What is it about a new year that gets everyone up and running a few days a week? What is it other than just, in this year's case, a Thursday come Friday? Even Oprah, the Oprah, is finally joining the Weight Watchers team (granted she also bought 10% of the company) with her tag "if not now, when?"

And I kind of love it.

Heavenly leftovers

More easily said than done, but to me, we should always feel pushed toward greatness, toward our goals, our dreams. I know it sounds stereotypical (even hokey), but when did I somehow forget to listen to the dreams I have at night, or truly acknowledge the ambitions and wonderment of ideas that come to me regularly? Maybe it was having kids, or listening to other people's opinions before my own, or even a complete fear of success. Of course now, all that matters is this very day. I can worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

Prettiest Parsley

Don't get me wrong, I'm a planner. All I do is plan. Plan the family schedule with school and playdates and classes, plan parties, plan what to feed four people at least five times a week, plan our social life, plan our vacations (if we can ever take one), plan how to get my career up and running again.

Plan. Plan. Plan.

I remember in my early twenties all I had to worry about was me and my dog, and getting to work on time. And that was enough. And it was great. I was broke but happy. I was happy but very curious. I was curious but afraid. Afraid, but not too scared to try.

Mirepoix

So dammit, 2016 is the year of pretending I'm still that 22-year-old, who thought she would be Taylor Swift by now. Of course, at this point, I'd much rather be Sia. Or more suitable, Nigella Lawson. So that's my plan.

What's your plan? Float down Laurel Canyon or run up Runyon Canyon?

A collection of beauty

I've been thinking on this post since New Year's day. And like some of you, I'm swearing off bad food and drink, welcoming health and wealth into my circle of energy... committed to it. I must gloat, last night I have never slept better. Maybe that's because after watching episodes 5-7 of the insanely riveting Making a Murderer, I'm feelingblessed to not be Steven Avery.

But that's besides an enormous point.

But seriously, I won't go pointing fingers on how you should embrace your new year. Just sharing my personal goals. And feeling damn lucky with what I do have, not focused on what I don't. Sure, I'm not on a yacht floating in the French West Indies, but I'm not under a cardboard box either.

White Bean and Ham Soup

adapted from Simply Recipes

Ingredients:

• 1 lb of white beans—Cannellini or Great Northern—about 2 cups

• 2-3 (I used 2 1/2) quarts of water

• 2-3 lbs of smoked ham hocks or shanks

• 2 teaspoons Herbes de Provence - or a nice dash each of dried oregano, parsley, marjoram, thyme, rosemary, and sage

• 1 Tbsp olive oil

• 1 cup of diced onions

• 1 cup chopped celery

• 1 cup chopped carrots

• 2-3 cloves garlic, minced

• Tabasco sauce

• Freshly ground pepper

• Fresh Italian parsley

Directions:

I like to quick soak dried beans if I haven't soaked them overnight. After picking through and rinsing the beans, fill a pot large enough to hold the beans and cover with water. Bring to a boil. Boil for 2 minutes, then remove from heat, cover for about 1 hour. Drain the beans.

Make the ham broth while the beans are soaking. Put the ham shanks or hocks in a separate large pot and cover them with 2 quarts of water (I actually added 2 1/2 quarts of water or 10 cups). Add the Herbes de Provence or other herb mixture. Heat on high until the water comes to a simmer, then lower the heat, partially cover and maintain the simmer for about an hour.

Heat olive oil in a small sauté pan on medium high heat. Add the chopped onions and cook until translucent, about 5 to 6 minutes. Add the minced garlic and cook a minute more. I actually add the carrots and celery in this step as well, and cook all four ingredients together, but you can choose to add the carrots and celery to the broth along with the beans.

Once the ham shanks or hocks have been simmering for an hour, add the drained soaked beans, the onions, garlic, celery and carrots. Cook for another 40 minutes or so, uncovered, until the vegetables are soft and the ham meat easily pulls away from the bone. Remove the ham bones from the soup and pull off any meat and return it to the soup. Discard the bones.

In this case, I actually had tons of extra ham on the bone before making the broth, so I removed it first and chopped into small cubes. I then added that chopped ham when I added the beans and vegetables. Your call... but my version turned out perfectly.

Add several drops of Tabasco. Add pepper to taste. This soup never needs salt!

Serve with a nice large pinch of chopped fresh parsley.

Get up, get ready, and go!

Raw Vegetable Salad with Avocado & Pistachio Dressing

By Steph Farrar

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other double-checking I packed enough snacks in Vesper's Spiderman backpack, I finally reverse out of my Valley driveway, earlier than we are all ever usually awake. What happened to my youth?

I never in a million years thought I would be posting on my own food blog about anything raw (unless an oyster or sushi) or vegan (unless a pair of stilettos). But here we are. It's happening. It's becoming clearer to me every day that my daughter is in real school, life is all about balance. And I've been out of balance for the last few years. Trying to juggle it all, make everyone happy, not rock the boat, forge ahead with content and grace. Well forget that. Just breathe girl.

And take it one day at a time.

Juiciest Limes from our new tree

And take it easy on myself. Think things through before worrying or jumping the gun, or even before speaking. I feel like I should be back in Kindergarten, learning the simplest yet profound tools in life. "You get what you get, and you don't get upset."

Now there's a rule to live by.

Balance was brought to me in the form of zucchini a few weeks back, when the summer staple was on its way out, sadly. My last chance to use my new spiralizer that's all the rage around this house. "Crunchy, green pasta?" wonders Flynn. Yes. It's crunchy green pasta, forever son.

Crunchy. Green. Pasta.

I never wanna sound like a preacher, but I certainly learn something new every day, and usually either through the meals I cook or the things that come out of a family members' mouth. In Sam's absence, I learned that Vesper is completely boy crazy, knows every member of One Direction, wants to marry Niall, she will be a famous singer before she's 21, and Flynn will be her tour manager. So I'm thinking Sam and I should hang up our hats. Those 1D boys are doing pretty well.

I also learned that an avocado makes an amazing dressing base.

Julienned and sliced Veggies

Take your hands off my salad tossers!

And that Flynn likes to cook, clean, garden, play dress up, and steal my make-up. So were are truly in for it. With my sous chef / housekeeper, along with my own personal Taylor Swift, we made a balanced, early afternoon raw salad in that 102 degree summer heat. The same heat that is rearing its ugly head again this weekend.

Cutest little thief.

Sam is finally home after 5 very long weeks, and still trying to adjust to the extreme chaos. We started school. We met new families. We Facetime-d every single chance we could get. I went to my 20th high school reunion (which was EPIC, for all you Red Raiders out there). We fit it all in, because we have to. Because this is what we do. We balance it all. We make it work. We get what we get and we don't throw a fit.

And we plan for our daughter marrying a 1D member. Go girl.

Raw Veggie Salad with Avocado Pistachio Dressing

Ingredients:

• 2 zucchini, spiralized or julienned

• 1 cup shredded carrots

• 1 large red pepper, thinly sliced or julienned

• 1/2 cup either chopped cilantro, Italian parsley or a combination

• salt and pepper

• 1/2 large avocado 1

• /4 cup shelled pistachios

• 1 tbsp finely chopped cilantro

• juice of 1 lime

• olive oil

Directions:

In a bowl, combine zucchini, carrots, and red pepper.

Add cilantro, Italian parsley or both. Sprinkle with a healthy pinch of salt and pepper.

For the dressing, add the avocado, shelled pistachios, lime juice and cilantro to the bowl of a food processor.

Slowly pulse chop the nuts, lime juice, and cilantro with the creamy avocado. While running, add olive oil 1 tbsp at a time until silky and smooth. Add a little water to thin. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Combine the dressing with the raw veggies. Feel free to season with more salt and pepper as needed.