Friday, February 20, 2015

A Change Will Do You Good

Hello my legions of URB followers!  (Hi mom, hi Tita Lyra, and hi Tita Ruby.)

I've moved the urban rice ball over to a bigger and better blog over at www.urbanriceball.com

I'll be transitioning my blog life to the new site so follow me there to keep up with new postings to the urban rice ball!

Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Whole 30: Filipino Style

I’m not usually one for diets or New Year’s resolutions, but in the last weeks of 2014, I threw all caution to the wind when it came to my eating and went absolutely HAM at meal time, snack time, and basically all the time. I had been semi-careful with my diet in the weeks leading up to our wedding so I figured I had earned the delicious calories. Then the holidays came around and with it the special family dinners, Christmas parties, and an endless parade of cookies and goodies at work. So when 2015 arrived, I took the opportunity to join in on a Whole 30 Challenge to rein my eating habits back in.

What’s the Whole 30 Challenge? I don’t know if I’d categorize it as a “diet” per se. It’s more of a philosophy to eat less processed, artificial, prepared foods and more whole (hence the name), natural foods. Basically it boils down to grains, sugar, dairy, legumes, alcohol bad; meat, fish, poultry, fruits, nuts, and veggies good. The reason I don’t view it as a diet is because there is no calorie counting. Sure, with the rules set forth above, we’re pushed towards the perimeter of the grocery store where the healthier foods live and therefore are eating better, but according to Whole 30, there’s nothing wrong with scarfing down a 48 oz. steak for dinner if you wanted to.
Image via Swanson Vitamins
The restrictions are pretty strict – no sugar means no sugar of any kind. No honey, no agave nectar, no Equal, no Splenda, no high fructose corn syrup, etc. If you read the ingredients in most prepared foods (even the “healthy” ones), by those standards, sugar is almost impossible to avoid. So to truly live in the spirit of Whole 30, cooking meals at home from scratch is necessary.

If you know me, you know that domestic skills are not my forte. I don’t clean, I can’t sew, and cooking is like an Olympic event for me – grueling and only occurs once every four years. This is NYC where you can have anything delivered right to your door step in 25 minutes or less, and Mr. S and I survive on Seamless.com’s plethora of options. But in the not so distant future, we will move to the suburbs where only three Chinese restaurants are featured on Seamless.com. My hope is that this Whole 30 Challenge will also build my repertoire of home-cooked meals so that we don’t starve to death when we make the move.

Usually when I do venture into the kitchen it’s because I want to eat something that I can’t get at a restaurant. And though our take-out options are varied, there is not a single Filipino restaurant in NYC that will deliver to our neighborhood (actually considering how many Thai, Vietnamese, and Malaysian restaurants there are here, NYC is severely lacking in Filipino food establishments). So as much as possible, I’ll be incorporating some childhood Filipino favorites into our Whole 30 Challenge.

Adapting Filipino food to the Whole 30 rules isn’t so difficult, since most dishes are made to accompany a side of rice. All I had to do was follow the recipe and swap out the rice with some kind of vegetable and voila – a Filipino Whole 30 compliant dinner is made!

So what’s been cooking in my miniscule kitchen?

Torta. This one is so easy, I think I’ve mastered it by now. Essentially ground beef sautéed with onions and garlic (and maybe some bay leaf if I’m feeling ambitious), bound together with egg. A Filipino frittata, if you will. Traditionally this is topped off with a healthy dollop of ketchup, but ketchup has sugar in it, so I paired our Whole 30 torta with some fasolakia (a Greek dish of stewed green beans and tomatoes). The tomatoes in the fasolakia were so good with the torta that I might take this pairing beyond my Whole 30 days.



Chicken Afritada. This one was a first for me, and though improvements can be made for next time, I’ll consider it a success. Chicken thighs and drumsticks sautéed with onion and garlic, then stewed with tomato sauce, chicken broth, and hearty vegetables. I got caught up in some serious TV watching while waiting for it to all come together and by the time I checked on it, the bell pepper, carrots, and potatoes had gone soft to the point of disintegration. Oops. Aside from the general mushiness, it was still pretty tasty so I’ll give myself a pass. Since I had to skip the rice with this one, I added more potatoes (yes, potatoes are allowed!) and carrots to make a more complete meal.



Chicken Curry. This one is courtesy of my mom (thanks mom!). It's a blend of onions (so many onions that my eyes were tearing up while she was cooking this even though I was in another room), curry powder, and coconut milk all over some chicken, potatoes, and cute little mini quail eggs. My mom sent us back to NYC with a vat of this stuff, so it's been feeding us for about three nights straight. Still delicious!



I’m still trying to come up with more Filipino dishes that can be tweaked to be Whole 30 compliant because (1) I miss eating Filipino food, and (2) I want to learn how to make the dishes I grew up eating. Not being able to use soy sauce has limited a lot of my options (not allowed because soy is a legume – told ya it’s strict!). Coconut aminos seem to be the Whole 30 substitute for soy sauce, but I’m skeptical that it will taste the same.

Anyone have some suggestions for me for future Filipino Whole 30 meals?

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

My Subconscious is Telling Me I’m Not Ready for Children

First they pester you with “When are you getting married?!?” Then when you finally get married, even before the wedding reception is over, they start demanding offspring. Everywhere we go, everyone wants to know, “WHEN ARE YOU HAVING KIDS?!?”

For us, this question was a hot topic even before our wedding. My mother retired a few years ago and decided that spoiling her grandchildren was the only way to spend her golden years. She even educated me in the process of making babies in case the reason she had no grandchildren yet was because I hadn’t figured it out, “You know, you don’t have to be married to have kids…”

For a long time I had some respite from my dad, who forever and ever will see me as his little girl – even when I am post-menopause. But then at our wedding he pulled out this doozy at the end of his toast: “And please, have children soon. We are getting old.” And with that, our alliance was broken. He had joined the dark side.

The questions and the pressure don’t bother Mr. S and me. We’re accustomed to the lack of filter my entire family seems to suffer from and as long as he and I are on the same page of life (we both want children eventually, just not yet), we can easily fend off the peanut gallery together. Sometimes it’s a polite, “Oh no, not yet, maybe next year,” and other times (especially when dealing with my mother) it’s a face plant into a throw pillow until she changes the subject.

It’s difficult to justify to myself and to others why exactly we are waiting – I’ve just entered my 30s (do you hear the tick tock?), we’re financially secure, we bought a whole house with multiple rooms, we’ve had a lot of time to enjoy each other pre-baby, etc. So when I try to buy us some time with, “We’re just not ready yet.” I myself am perplexed. Why are we not yet ready? And how will we know when we are??

Honestly, I don’t put much active thought into procreating (my mantra is it will happen when it happens), but apparently my subconscious has been wrestling with the idea of children and it is telling me DEFINITELY NOT YET. This is a dream (or nightmare, you decide) that I had a few days ago:

I return home from somewhere and am greeted by my newborn baby boy. A group of faceless women had been looking after him for me while I was out. I pick him up and unlovingly hold him at arm’s length, assess his outfit (not to my liking), and place him into the grocery cart that serves as his stroller. I wheel the grocery cart into the next room where I change his outfit no less than five times. Someone calls my name and I leave the room to answer. When I return, baby boy and grocery cart are gone. Lost. I swear I left it right here… I lethargically move from room to room half-heartedly trying to locate my child. I never feel panicked, just annoyed that I have to go through all the trouble of finding him. Ugh, this blows. After searching all the rooms, I decide that he’ll turn up eventually and leave the house to go to a Chippendale’s show. As I’m getting comfortable with a cocktail in my front row seat, my son appears on stage – except he is now a toddler and wearing leather ass-less chaps. He’s the main attraction, body rockin’ along with the rest of the male ensemble and the women are going CRAAAZZZYYY. My initial reaction is not shock, shame, or guilt, but rather, "Wow, they really do grow up so fast!"

It was at this point that I woke up slightly perturbed that even in my dreams I was a terrible parent, and yet I was still entertained by the absurdity of it all (if I ever come across miniature ass-less chaps, I’m buying five pairs. My future children have no idea what is in store for them). I got out of bed thanking my subconscious for giving me a surefire way to know when the time for motherhood is right. The answer: when the image of my hypothetical two year old son grinding up on some hussy who is stuffing dollar bills down his G-string diaper is no longer emblazoned into my mind. Something tells me it’s gonna take a while for that memory to fade.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2014: A Year to Remember

Before we ring in the New Year, I thought it’d be nice to wrap up 2014 with a little recap.

We got married. For the rest of my life, 2014 will be THE YEAR WE GOT MARRIED. Planning our wedding pretty much consumed my entire year, and I took it on with gusto (however I would NOT do it all over again. Once is enough, thank you very much). We got engaged in September 2013 and up until our wedding in December 2014, I was a bride force to be reckoned with. The obsession with wedding planning only intensified when I was accepted to blog about the whole process over at Weddingbee. But all my planning and Googling were well worth it because our wedding was EPIC.
BEST DAY EVER. | Photo Credit: Clean Plate Pictures
Mr. S graduated from nursing school. While I was busy with wedding dresses, floral arrangements, and vintage furniture, Mr. S kept himself occupied with video games his last few months of nursing school. He graduated with his classmates in May 2014 and passed his NCLEX exam in November 2014. That means he’s officially a registered nurse and my husband so he is legally obligated on two fronts to take care of me for the rest of his life. Yes, you’re allowed to sympathize with him.
The graduate!!
We bought a house. OMG, we bought a house! How did that happen?!? I’m really not sure…we didn’t mean to buy a house. It was kind of an accident. The most expensive impulse buy I’ve ever made. As 2014 was the year of the wedding, 2015 will be the year of the house – but not until June 2015 when our NYC apartment lease is up, at which point I’ll be kicking and screaming my way to the suburbs. Wait, am I gonna have to change my name to the Suburban Rice Ball??? Shit, I really didn’t think this through…
We bought this gigantic tree and the house that came with it. Many home renovations are planned for 2015.
We celebrated Chunk’s first Gotcha Day. In September, we celebrated the one year anniversary of adopting Chunk. We are just as infatuated with him today as we were when we first got him. 
Chunk, stopping to smell the bodega roses.
In summary, 2014 has been very painful to our bank accounts, but so very worth all the stress and questionable budgeting. Hopefully 2015 will be a year of replenishing our coffers, travel (LOTS of travel), getting our last fill of NYC’s sights and eats, and turning the little house into our new home. With all the activity of the past year, I’m looking forward to a quiet New Year’s Eve, celebrating in sweatpants with my new husband, our overly flatulent dog, and copious amounts of Chinese food. 

Happy New Year to all! May your 2015 be filled with love, laughter, and lots of money!