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Biscuit and the Beast

In a very rare and unprecedented move, I ordered pizza the other night for dinner. Yes, I hear the collective sighs of horror and in my defense I usually never order pizza. However, my daughter pleaded Papa John and I succumbed to my lazy alter ego. I was so tired after a non-stop Sunday of activities and while I'm usually the person who insists on healthy meals at home, I indulged in a fleeting moment of weakness and let my junk food beast out of its cage.  BIG MISTAKE. But you probably knew that already.

Thirty minutes later, as predicted, my husband was washing down the pizza with a pink, pepto chaser while my daughter lay on the couch in a pizza induced coma, while I wallowed in self loathing, only to wake up with a terrible food hangover.

But let's add more insult to injury, shall we?  I had to borrow money from my 10 year old to pay for the peptic pizza. So sad. 


Hold on, though....there's more.  She left a note on my pillow in the form of an IOU, with a line for my signature! Are you kidding me?  Remember when you couldn't wait for them to take their first steps? Utter their first words? Well, now I have experienced  her first IOU...Awwww., so sweet.  You know I'm saying this with dripping sarcasm...right? Now, kudos to her for being assertive.  I wish I could be assertive like her, I probably would have gotten much further in my professional career, but alas, I am what I am.  

The IOU wasn't just for the pizza, however.  Apparently, I forgot to give her the $25 she received for her birthday from a generous uncle, back in December, and she was demanding payment.  Now, in my defense, I do remember cashing that check.  I had every good intention of giving it to her, but things got in the way, like-food for instance, or more likely another strep test co-pay.  So, I probably forgot to replace the funds-bad mommy. 

Nevertheless, she decided to make this a capital offense, so I responded in kind.  I wrote her an IOU for $100,000 and a place for her signature.  I told her she didn't have to write in script if she didn't want too.  After all, I can be reasonable.

"What's this? She asked, perplexed.

"It's what you owe me and daddy, since before the day you were born." I countered.

"Mom!"  She said with typical ten year-old annoyance.

What?" I asked in mock innocence.

"This isn't fair, you owe me that money!"

"You owe me that money." I said as I pointed to the IOU.  "Oh, yeah, and that bill doesn't even include the extra day that insurance didn't cover when I had to stay in the hospital because you were a whopping nine pound child and your labor took an excruciating 18 hours! The doctor had to pull you out with a biggest pair of salad tongs I ever saw!"  (Okay, I didn't really mention the salad tongs part, but I was sooo tempted).

She rolls her eyes.  I'm feeling smug.

"Am I ever going to get my money?"  She asks pleadingly.  "And please don't ask me the same question, because you know I don't have the money. And you know what else?  This pizza drama just isn't worth it." 

Now, I swoop in to make my point...feelin' a bit cocky, might I add.

"So, sweetie, basically what you are saying, is that ordering pizza isn't all it's cracked up to be and we are probably better off without it, right?"

She looks at me blankly.  "No, I mean, next time we order pizza, you and Dad need to use your OWN money!"

So, I'm debating whether this  encounter qualifies as a mother/daughter moment.  I'll get back to you all on that.

So, the next day, after the great  pizza debacle, it was time to clean up our food act.  My husband had switched from hard core Pepto to Tums...things were looking up. I didn't have a lot in the fridge, but I had a few staples to throw together to make a really, good, healthy, filling meal....Soup and biscuits.  

I love soup, and it's even better when you make it yourself (with a little help of course from my good friends at Imagine Organic No-chicken broth).  Here is my recipe for Dump It Soup and Biscuits

Dump It Soup
1 container No-chicken Chicken broth (completely vegetarian) approx. 4 cups
2 more cups of water + 2 heaping teaspoons soup powder

(Here is where you get creative and dump it, find what you have on hand and throw it in, this is what I used).

Ingredients
1 onion
1 green zucchini chopped-not finely chopped however
2 yellow zucchini (same as above)
1/2 a bag of baby carrots chopped small
3-4 ribs of celery-chopped
1/2 cup of leftover rice
1/ cup corn
1 tbsp olive oil

Directions
Saute onion in olive oil in a Dutch oven pot until translucent
Pour in the chicken broth and additional water and powder
Bring to a rolling boil
Dump in chopped vegetables
Bring down the heat and let the vegetables simmer.
When the vegetables are soft, pour in rice and corn.
Season with salt, pepper, onion powder, ( I had fresh parsley so that went in as well).

The beauty about this soup aside from the ease, is that I had about a bowl's worth left over and some black beans from Mexican fiesta, so I dumped them in the next day....really good.

Biscuits-
So quick, easy and very yummy.  Goes great with soup.  They are egg and dairy free. 

I make these all the time because they are so good, they pump up the nutrition at a meal and they are very versatile.  These can be dinner biscuits, or a base for a strawberry shortcake (just fill with vanilla yogurt or whip cream if you prefer, and some strawberries). You can also use them as an appetizer.  Split them in half and put a light cream cheese on them with some lox and a small piece of romaine.  You can serve it open faced or with the top back on.  If there are leftovers from dinner, the kids eat them for breakfast with some apple butter or jam on them.

Ingredients-Makes 24 small or 12 large
1 cup whole wheat pastry flour
2/3 cup unbleached flour
1 tbsp baking powder
1/2 tsp sea salt
1 tbsp sucanat (optional but adds a slight sweetness)
1-2 tbsp wheat germ (optional)
1/3 cup canola oil
2/3 cup soy milk (regular is fine as well)

Directions
Preheat oven to 475 degrees
Lightly grease a cookie sheet( I line with aluminum foil first)
In a large bowl, mix the flour, baking powder, sugar, wheat germ and salt until combined.  Add the milk and oil and stir just until the dry ingredients are moistened.  It will be very sticky and thick, not smooth like cake batter.

Scoop 12 biscuits onto cookie sheet (walnut sized if you are making 24).  Make sure they are about 1 1/2 inches apart.

Bake until the bottoms are golden brown, about 8 minutes.  Serve hot.


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