Happy Birthday - It's a Big One
I'm turning 30 today. A big milestone, but a small day in comparison. I'm hanging out with my baby all day, then Todd and I will eat a nice dinner here at home, ordered from Fresh Direct (a cassoulet). It feels kind of pathetic after all the fabulous places I've eaten and all the options available to me. I just have no one to leave my 2-month-old with, and wouldn't feel that good about leaving him anyway. My parents are visiting in three weeks and I think I'll make them babysit while we go out one night. I've got some places in mind.
I am making Todd bring home a cake from Cupcake Cafe, which is just a couple doors down from his office. Considering the proximity he should bring me treats all the time. Their sweet potato doughnuts are my favorite.
Maybe the cassoulet will be fabulous, the cake decadent. It doesn't matter much to me as I sit here with my new baby sighing, cooing and smiling in his sleep. But I'll let you know.
Update: The cake in question;

How excited would you be if this box arrived just days before your birthday? I persuaded Todd that it had to be opened immediately because of the perishables sticker on it. Of course, Todd knew what was in it, and that most of it wasn't perishable, but he let me open it anyway.
Saute 2 minced garlic cloves and some crushed red pepper flakes in a couple tablespoons of oil for just a minute, then add a box of frozen chopped broccoli. Once the broccoli's thawed and heated through, add half a 15-ounce can of chickpeas. Toss in 2 servings of long pasta (we used linguine because it was what we had, but the recipe called for whole-wheat spaghetti).
I diced an onion and 1 1/2 links of smoked chorizo in the afternoon while the baby slept. When Todd got home (early last night, around 6:30!) he sauteed them in a big skillet. He also sprayed corn tortillas with cooking spray and toasted them on a baking sheet in a 350 degree oven (it took about 15 minutes, and I turned the heat up to 400 for the last five because they weren't toasting fast enough). I added cumin and ancho chile powder to the onions and chorizo, then half a 28-ounce can of diced tomatoes. Brought that up to a boil then dropped it to a simmer. Broke an egg into a custard cup, then slid it from the cup into the tomato mixture to poach, and then repeated with another egg. Covered for five minutes, then took the cover off for five more to boil off some of the moisture on low heat (the tortillas weren't done yet).
Friends with older babies tell me that I have oodles of free time now and that I'll learn what it really means to be busy when August starts walking and stops sleeping so much. I guess it's nature's way of curtailing a new parent's freedom slowly, edging me into it so I'm not too overhwelemed. Because I have to say that even though I'm home all the time I cannot always find the time to prepare the food that I had planned.
Ninth Avenue near his office has become quite the culinary mecca, and there's a branch of the Little Pie Company nearby. So I got not one little pie, but two: a sour-cream apple pie (sorry there's no picture, but we ate it fast) and a cherry. A thirty-second nuke gets the underlayer of the brown sugar and walnut topping on the former a little gooey and warms the paper-thin apples coated in sour cream. I'm glad Todd chose the apple because it's one I've wanted to taste for a while. It's so rich that a quarter of the (maybe 6-inch?) pie was plenty.
Todd really liked the stew, but there are two things I would have done differently: There was no thickener, so it was really watery; I would coat the beef in flour next time. And the spiciness of the tomatoes overwhelmed the subtler flavor of the cilantro; maybe if I had followed the recipe exactly it wouldn't have been a problem.