Spinach and quinoa casserole

Greg and I are on vacation this week. We’re still at home, but Greg has the whole week off before he starts a new job. We’ve gone out to lunch and shopped for furniture, and on top of that, the weather has been idyllic. Is this what retirement feels like? I think we would become both bored and very poor if we lived this way long-term, but I am really enjoying having a few easy days.

Eleanor is still off to school, though she is happy to see her friends. That means I’m still having to come up with lunches for her. Packing school lunches is a challenge. She’s not allowed to bring nuts to her school because of allergy concerns, so PB&J is out. She turns up her nose at nearly all meat (except bacon!), so she eats a lot of mac and cheese and a lot of hummus with pita bread.

I’ll admit that I try to pack healthy lunches not because I’m worried about Eleanor’s health but because Eleanor’s teacher has a degree in nutrition. That is a lot of pressure, people. Is she judging me for the Goldfish crackers?

Eleanor only goes to school two days a week now, but next fall she will go every day. I am going to need some new tricks. I’ve made this spinach quinoa casserole several times, and every time I pack it as a lunch, someone asks for the recipe. I’m not normally a casserole person, largely because it’s difficult to find healthy casserole recipes. Sometimes life calls for a heaping pan of food though, either to take to a family in celebration or sadness, or to feed your own family for several days when life is too hectic or tiring for daily cooking.

I like this recipe because it’s relatively healthy and children will eat it. It can adapt to whatever veggies and cheese you have on hand. Plus, Eleanor’s teacher asked for the recipe. Is it pathetic that I’m 33 years old and still desperate to impress the teacher?

Spinach and quinoa casserole via Eat, Live, Run

1 1/2 cups dry quinoa
3 cups chicken broth
1 red bell pepper, chopped
3 green onions, chopped
1 t. minced garlic
5 oz chopped frozen spinach, defrosted and liquid squeezed out
1 T canola oil
1 cup milk
2 cups grated cheddar cheese
1 cup Panko breadcrumbs
1/2 cup grated mozzerella cheese
1/2 t. salt
1/2 t. dry mustard
1/2 t. black pepper

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Heat oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the pepper, green onions, and spinach and saute until the pepper starts to soften, about four minutes. Add the garlic and cook about 30 seconds.

Add quinoa, broth, salt, dry mustard, and pepper to the pot. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer until liquid is absorbed, 15 to 20 minutes. Stir in the cheddar cheese and milk. Pour the mixture into a greased 9″x 13″ pan.

Stir together the breadcrumbs and mozzarella, and sprinkle over the casserole. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, until top is golden.

Spinach and quinoa casserole

Austin Bakes for West

I’m one of hundreds of bakers who are making goodies for today’s Austin Bakes for West fundraiser. There will be all sorts of cookies, cakes, and other delectables for sale at eight locations around town from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. today. All money raised will go to AmeriCares to benefit the people of West, Texas, as they recover from last month’s devastating explosion.

Snickerdoodles

Please stop by to grab some of my snickerdoodles or whatever else tickles your fancy.

 

Never normal

For those interested in our birds, they left the nest sometime late last week, and I’m relieved that the saga is over.

We took Eleanor to the birthday party of a classmate yesterday. Eleanor is the odd child out in her class, the only one without a sibling at home, and many of her friends are from families of three or four children. Inevitably, the talk at school functions turns to how these moms can’t squeeze one more soccer game or birthday party into their crammed days.

None of the parents knows my history, and so yesterday, I sat through many of these conversations. Then, one of the moms asked me, “So, is Eleanor just going to stay an only child?”

“Well, we’re hoping not,” I said. “I’m going through fertility treatments now.”

Awkward pause. “Oh, did you do that with Eleanor too?” she asked.

“Nope,” I said.

For me, etiquette dictates that you should not ask a stranger about anything related to reproduction. No “When are you starting a family?” or “Don’t you want more kids?” If you do ask, you might find yourself listening to some poor woman shout about her stillborn daughter over the blaring music at the birthday party of a 4-year-old. Though that is not what I did. I stayed quiet in an effort at tact. And because even though I sometimes do want to wallop people with my words for asking such questions, I love Genevieve too much to treat her story that way.

Strangers ask me about my family plans all the time, and I’m always thrown off-guard. Much of my work now is focused on stillbirth, infertility, and other reproductive problems. So during the week, I’m often reading about these topics, and though they are sad topics, I find it immensely rewarding to use the knowledge I’ve gained to help other families. I sometimes forget that reproduction isn’t such an ordeal for most people.

That’s why it’s so jarring when I’m out in the world and get these questions. Most people are coming from a place where reproduction appears to be largely in their control. I’m coming from a place where you try and try and try to get pregnant and then hope and hope and hope to have a healthy baby. I’m sure I’d be happier in that other place. I have no way to get back there. I like to think that we all have our purposes in life, and so I console myself with the notion that I might be an oddball mom by night, but I’m a stillbirth survivor superhero by day.