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Cajun Corn Chowder

Wow, you guys. I haven’t posted a recipe since . . . since . . .

I actually don’t remember when I last wrote about food. But I think it was sometime in the spring. What with being pregnant, moving, recording an album, and then having this little bundle in October, photographing what I cook and writing long involved stories about how I simmered something has been my last priority. Though for the record, I love reading other people’s long and involved stories about how they simmered something. And I may yet return to such simmerful chronicles at a future date. But for now, my new photographic priority is much more interesting than a half-minced clove of garlic!

And when she does this . . .

. . . oh man. A picture of chiffonading basil is the last thing on my mind.

Altogether, I had no plans of blogging about food this fall or winter. But then, last week, I got America’s Test Kitchen Quick Family Cookbook from the bookmobile. And I landed on this recipe for corn chowder. I made it, LOVED it, and thought: I must share this recipe with my beloved foodie friends!

It’s worth noting that while there is a recipe and a printable link at the bottom, there are no step by step pictures, but that may be a thing of the past since I’m now cooking like this:

With a baby strapped to me.

I took this picture in the bathroom mirror as the soup was simmering. In fact, 15 minutes prior to taking this photograph I was chopping an onion while breastfeeding my baby hands-free, using the Moby wrap to support her. I couldn’t exactly bend over and mess with her feeding position, so everything had to be accomplished with a fairly immobilized torso, but’s it’s amazing what you can get done wihout bending your back!

And it’s also amazing what you can not accomplish . . . like leaning over the sink to do dishes. Enter: the dish-doing husband wonder.

Anyway everyone, this chowder is easy to make, fantastic to eat, and it’s probably going to be on the menu at our Christmas family gathering. My husband, who is not the chowder type (read: he despises New England clam chowder), loved it. And when I say loved, I mean that soup was gone the very next day. That’s right–we made short work of those so-called 6 servings. Heh heh. Think: spicy but not too spicy. Creamy but not heavy (the secret: blended corn). Delightful little bits of sausage, onion and pepper all swimming in a to-die-for broth. YES. This is what food is all about.

Cajun Corn Chowder

Serves 6

Ingredients

8 cups frozen corn, thawed
3 ½ cups chicken broth
8 oz andouille sausage, chopped
1 onion, chopped finely
1 red bell pepper, chopped finely
1 TBS vegetable oil
4 cloves garlic, minced
½ tsp Cajun seasoning
1 ½ lbs red potatoes, cut in small cubes (about 1/2 inch)
½ cup heavy cream
Salt and pepper, to taste

  1. Put half the corn and 2 cups of broth in a blender, and blend for about 10 seconds; set aside.
  2. Put the oil, sausage, onion and pepper in a large pot, and cook over medium high heat for about 8 minutes, until vegetables are soft and a little browned, adding a little salt and pepper as they cook and stirring occasionally.
  3. Add the garlic and Cajun seasoning and stir for 30 seconds, until fragrant.
  4. Add the blended broth/corn, the additional 1 ½ cups of broth, the potatoes and cream, and stir everything together. Simmer for about 20 minutes, or until the potatoes are tender.
  5. Add in the remaining 4 cups of corn, season to taste, and serve.

And on a completely unrelated note . . .

I love unrelated notes. Especially when they’re wearing tiny jeans with little pink bows.

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40 Weeks

How far along: 40 weeks, completed 10/10/2012. My due date was yesterday, so no matter what my body decides to do, meeting Alice is under 2 weeks away max. My next appointment is scheduled for Friday 10/19. It’s a non stress test, and if it doesn’t go well, they would induce that same day (!?).

Weight gain: Two more pounds in the past week! I suspected, based on the amount of food I’ve been eating recently, that it would be a larger number than usual. That puts me at 154, for a total pregnancy weight gain of 21 lbs.

Clothes: We’re having our first cold snap, and I’m surviving with jackets that don’t close over my belly. I mean, it would be ridiculous to buy a pregnancy-friendly coat for these last days . . .

Purchases: None–we’re all set!

Body: I’m still hoping to survive this thing without stretch marks. The other night I saw a faint pink line on one side of my belly, and immediately called in the troops. “Baby,” I called to my husband, trying to keep the alarm out of my voice, “is this a stretch mark???”

He agreed that it did look like one.

“Aaaarghll!!” I cried.

Then I cried “Gaaaarghlsdrrrr” just for good measure.

I pondered the pink line. I rubbed some lotion on it. I reminded myself it wasn’t the end of the world, and made peace with it.

An hour later, that pink line was gone.

Yesssssssss!

But if one appears again that actually is a stretch mark, I am determined to be mature and accept, accept, accept.

And as for the belly trick . . .

Sleep: It continues to be awesome. What a blessing!

Best moment(s) of the week: I really enjoyed having my friends Julie and Annie over for that cookathon last Saturday. And I’ve also enjoyed receiving more texts, calls, and facebook messages of encouragement than ever before. It’s wonderful to know that so many people are praying for us and wishing us well during this huge life event.

Movement: I feel like she’s been even more active than usual. She’s learned how to insert a foot in my ribcage, which isn’t too comfortable . . . and the pressure on my bladder and pelvic floor has become quite intense, with an occasional jab from a hand or something that doesn’t feel very good. One night there was a sharp pain that caused me to yell in surprise; it felt like she had grabbed the tendon connecting my leg to my pelvis and twanged it violently. Who knows what that was about.

Don’t worry, little Alice. Soon you’ll be out and about, and then you can stretch those little legs and arms as much as you want, with no cringes or moans or yelps from your mama!

Food cravings/aversions: I’ve just been eating . . . well, a lot. I keep telling myself it’s okay, because more calories consumed = more energy during labor . . . right?

Symptoms: Some back pain after our cookathon, but that went away after 2 nights of sleep (and with the help of a rice-filled sock heated in the microwave for 2 minutes, which I put on the small of my back). Bending over to do dishes and lifting out large pieces of cast iron cookware from the lower kitchen cabinets does a number on you whether you’re pregnant or not, methinks.

Emotions: I hate to use this cliche, but then again pregnancy is not original to me, so whatever. Basically, I feel like a time bomb. Labor could happen at any time . . . or not happen for 2 more weeks. That’s a lotta limbo for this girl who is used to planning ahead and controlling her own schedule.

The first part of the week, it was more emotionally challenging. But for the past few days it’s been much easier, mostly because of some stuff at work that’s required my full attention (thus making life seem more normal and time pass more quickly).

I’m so glad I decided to work up until the end! If I were hanging around the house, I think I’d go mad.

Hopes and dreams: At this point, that I’ll go into labor naturally, without having to be induced (the latest they’ll let me go is the 24th). It’s weird, because while I really do feel like a time bomb, I simultaneously feel like I’m never actually going to give birth. I mean seriously . . . is it really going to happen? Really really? I don’t feel that different than I’ve been feeling for quite some time, so the fact that a sudden change may occur soon seems highly unlikely.

Highly. Unlikely.

What I miss: Being able to button my jackets. That’s quite convenient around this time of year, dontcha know.

What I’m looking forward to: Early labor, which from what I’ve heard, is very enjoyable. Manageable contractions at home with my husband sounds like a great way to spend a day–and I’m not being sarcastic. That early phase is exciting. There’s not a ton of pain at first, so I’ll still be able to interact and talk and dream out loud with my husband like a normal human being, and I want to enjoy every blessed second of it.

Husband update: He’s definitely getting eager to get the show on the road. It’s just kind of weird that my body is in charge of starting the show . . . and that the opening night is still TBD.

When we both get home from work he gives me that look that says, “is tonight the night?” I almost feel like I’m letting him down when I say “Nooooo . . . no contractions today.”

I may have even apologized once or twice. (!?)

Before drinking a beer with dinner he makes sure to ask, “Should I have this beer? Or will I need to be driving you to the hospital in the next couple hours?” Which I think is adorable, especially considering we both went through a class on birthing and learned that labor starts gradually, and that we will probably be at home for a good day (or large chunk of a day) with early labor and a nice bit of active labor, until we hit the magic 3-1-1 (contractions 3 minutes apart, 1 minute in length, for at least an hour). So it’s not like one minute we’ll be hanging out watching an episode of Parks and Rec, and the next minute I’ll be like “TO THE HOSPITAL! NOW!” and then the fact that he just had a beer 30 minutes prior will somehow cause a birth story disaster.

Hee hee.

And I know he knows all this . . . but he still checks with me anyway.

I love you, baby.

Anyway folks, I’m hoping something happens this weekend, but if not, I’ll be back with a 41 weeks picture and update next week. Keep praying for us! We need it.

I mean, we alwaysneed it, but . . . you know what I mean.