|My little cherubs. Oh how I love them!|
After Elijah's lemon squeezing efforts last week I found my little citrus juicer. It's one of those juicers that sits on top of a glass container that catches the juice. I got it when we lived in Florida because I had grand visions of freshly squeezed orange juice with my breakfast every morning. I know....I'm an idiot! I think I did it once, found that it takes anywhere from 5 to 8 oranges to get about 8 oz. of juice, and put my little juicer in the cupboard next to my pasta maker. There it stayed until 3 days ago.
I was pretty disappointed about not being able to have the hummus and green beans to accompany my pork tenderloin last week. So, I made sure I had all the right ingredients on hand this week. Just to be sure I didn't run out of lemons again, I marinated the pork in a hoisin ginger glaze instead. When it came time to make the hummus, all 3 kids stampeded into the kitchen. (They saw me get down the food processor.) I will never understand how 100 lbs. of kid on 6 little feet can sound like a herd of elephants. I keep expecting the light fixtures to come crashing down. Sheesh!!
Once again, I rolled out and softened up the lemons, and then cut them in half. I showed Eli how to juice them on the juicer and then stood back and let him juice with all his might. There was less body shaking and vein bulging this time, but the fierce determination was still there, accompanied by intense concentration. He managed to copy the push down and twist motion I had shown him, and while he was able to get more than a few drops of juice, it wasn't much more. Abby and Jonah also gave juicing a shot, but also without much success. I got three kids that are all tough as nails, but not one of them can get the juice out of a lemon!! I gave in to their pleas for help and got the 4 tablespoons of juice we needed.
I moved on to direct Abby on the proper use of a can opener. We don't have an electric can opener. I think they are a waste of space and money. So, opening cans at our house is a two handed job that requires a bit of muscle. After the lemon juicing incident, I really wasn't expecting any of them to be able to make any progress on the one can of chickpeas that we needed. Much to my surprise all three of them got in at least three good cranks. All I had to do was hold the handles in place - they opened the can without any assistance. I couldn't believe it! Were these not the three kids who were just bested by a lemon?!?! Once I shook off my disbelief, I gave them a quick tutorial about sharp edges and then drained and rinsed the beans. I told them what tahini was (ground up sesame seeds) and they all looked at me with those bright blue eyes and begged for a taste. Yes, I put a little smear on each little tongue and then laughed when each face crinkled up in distaste. It was the little devil on my left shoulder that made me do it. Everyone knows that the amazing, and never mean, mom that I am, would never do such a thing! That same little devil has also forced me to give all of my babies pickles at least once. What can I say, the way they scrunch up their little noses and pucker up their little lips is incredibly endearing - and funny.
So, we dumped the can of beans into the Cuisinart along with the lemon juice, some salt, pepper, a couple cloves of garlic, a spoonful of the tahini and three healthy drizzles of olive oil. I have to say I never get tired of seeing the pure delight on Jonah's face every time he does something entirely on his own. It is priceless. I would also like to thank Cuisinart, from the bottom of my heart, for making it impossible for anyone, even an industrious two year old, to chop off their fingers in their food processor. Thank you Cuisinart. That was one fine piece of engineering! After telling Jonah to get his fingers out of the bowl about 45 times, I finally got the lid in place. We were ready to roll. Before I could give the go ahead, Jonah cried out, "Ready! Set! Go!!!" and hit the pulse button. All three kids took many turns pulsing until our dip was very, very creamy in texture. We all took a taste and agreed to not tell daddy that there might be a little too much tahini. It had a little bit of a cardboard taste. We tried to cover it up with a little more salt and garlic. It helped, but it still tasted like garlicky hummus on cardboard. I think my daughter said "Karma" as she walked out of the kitchen, but I can't be sure.