Archive | February, 2010

Two Things For My Parents {recipe: chocolate chip muffins with clementine glaze}

24 Feb

The first is practical:

My mom and I have a lot of conversations that go like this:

Judy: Mmmmm this is good. Is this recipe on your blog?

Morgan: Yep, put it up last month.

J: Oh, I will have to look at that.

M: Do you read my blog?

J: I forget sometimes.

And with my dad,

Dan: Hey, Kim called and said she really liked your blog post.

Morgan: That’s great. Which one?

Dan: I didn’t read it, she said it was about carbs.

My parents don’t jump on checking blogs, but they do check their email lightening-fast. And they use gmail. They are very hip.

So, just for them, and the rest of you who are in the same boat, you can now get Saltimbocca posts in your inbox! Sign up here or click the “Subscribe to Saltimbocca by Email” link on the right of the page and each time there’s a new post, you’ll get an email that has the post in it.

And now for part two:

Last Friday morning, Shilah cried inconsolably. I tried the swing and the bouncy seat and the pacifier and finally I brought her into the nursery and sat in the rocker. We swayed forward and back while I sang to her.

I have a lot of song content because when I was in seventh grade, my parents took my brother and I with my grandparents on a trip to Germany to see the German countryside and the Black Forest and some estranged distant relatives that my grandma had tracked down. I am pretty sure I was a complete brat on that trip. Seeing scenery out of a car window wasn’t really what I had dreamed of at the age of 12. Instead, I sat in the backseat of the rental van and listened to my discman. When we left the house in London, I forgot to grab my cd case and as a result, had only the one cd in my discman to listen to for the entire trip: Jewel’s Pieces of You. I can sing every song. In order. I bet I listened to that cd 40 times that week instead of talking and hanging out with my family.

So this brings me to last Friday, singing to my crying daughter who will not stop and just enjoy the morning with me, and thinking about how I wouldn’t stop and spend the time enjoying my family at 12, and being thankful that I have 40 straight minutes of songs to sing, etched in my mind from sheer repetition.

About the time I started crying out of exhaustion and frustration, she finally stopped crying and listened. We sat, both with dried tears on our cheeks, enjoying the moment.

So, long overdue to my parents…thanks for taking me to Germany.

Chocolate Chip Muffins with Clementine Glaze (adapted from Vintage Victuals)

makes 24 muffins


  • 2 cups flour
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 2 1/4 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1 egg
  • 1 cup milk
  • 1 teaspoon lemon juice
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1/2 cup vegetable oil
  • 1/2 cup whipping cream, beaten until soft peaks form
  • 1 cup mini semisweet chocolate chips plus 1/4 cup for sprinkling on top.

Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. Grease muffin pans or line with paper liners, and set aside.

Combine milk and lemon juice, set aside.

Combine the dry ingredients, and set aside. In a smaller bowl, combine egg, mik mixture, and oil, mixing well.

Use a spoon to make a well in the center of the dry ingredients. Then pour the liquid ingredients into the well.

Stir in chocolate chips.

Fill muffin cups about 3/4 full (which is more full than you would with most muffins, these don’t rise as much as the typical muffin recipe.

Bake 12-16 minutes.

Clementine Glaze

  • 1 1/2 cups powdered sugar
  • Zest and juice from one clementine orange

Mix ingredients together, add additional powdered sugar or water (1/2 teaspoon at a time) to make the glaze thicker or thinner. Drizzle on muffins and sprinkle with remaining chocolate chips.

Look what we cooked up!

8 Feb

So, we had been waiting for quite some time for this baby. We found out I was pregnant right at week four, and then she was 13 days late.

Thirteen days feels like a long time when you are expecting a baby at any minute.

But, we waited and waited. And waited. And even stalled with a post about the nursery.

And it was worth it.

Shilah Mae was born on Friday, January 29. She was eight pounds and 12 oz and 20 inches long. She has a full head of dark hair and those “baby” blue eyes that are apt to change as she grows.

We went into the hospital around 7 on Friday morning to be induced, already 4 cm dialated and almost fully effaced, but with no contractions, which was weird…showing up at the hospital not in labor, just with our travel coffee mugs and bags and a deck of cards.

We got into a room and they started me on pitocin around 9:30. I started feeling contractions that weren’t too strong.

So at noon they broke my water. I thought that was hilarious. I could not stop laughing. Think if you were uncontrollably peeing all over…for a long time…it feels awkward so I tried to mask my awkwardness with laughing. It kind of worked.

Then, within about 30 minutes the contractions were two minutes apart and increasing in strength and I quickly stopped laughing. By about 2pm I thought I might explode but we kept on going and going. It was tiring. And I think a lot of it was back labor, which, let me tell you is just delightful. I was dozing off for 45 seconds between contractions and I kept asking Jon how much longer he thought it would be. He coached me through the whole thing and would just talk me through each contraction, one by one, not letting me worry about what was to come (or how long it would last). After the fact, we both talked about how in the middle of it, we wondered how long this would go on and if the pain was enough to want drugs…but during the labor, neither of us mentioned compromising what we’d wanted and we made it through without any meds!

By about 4:45 I was telling the doctor that I thought my body was telling me to push. By 4:55 the room was full…5 or 6 nurses, two doctors, Jon, me, and lots of bright lights and shiny instruments that I don’t think they really used. At 5 I was pushing and at 5:35 she was out! Jon caught her and cut the umbilical cord.

Saturday and Sunday morning were in the hospital. Aside from the separate beds, we felt like we were on an all-inclusive vacation. We had cable TV, room service, a refreshment room down the hall, and people coming in to see if we needed anything else. All that being said, we were ready to get home by Sunday morning and Shilah passed all of her tests (not sure what that means) and so did I (not sure what that means either), so we got to come home.

The past few days have been great, though day three at home was a major scream fest. I did some reading and realized that I ate at least half of the things on the “what not to eat when you first start breastfeeding because it will make your baby gassy and cranky” list. Whoops.

More recipes soon 🙂

original post: https://saltimbocca.wordpress.com/2010/02/06/look-what-we-cooked-up/