The Gift of Food

For the past two Father’s Days I’ve given my Dad a bunch of frozen food. Well, not just any frozen food, but homemade frozen food.  You see, my Dad is a wonderful man and I couldn’t have asked for a better father, but… a chef he is not.   Growing up, when it was Dad’s turn to cook for my brother and I it was usually frozen pizza, chicken wings or “hot dog helper” (aka hamburger helper with cut up hotdogs).  Since he is still left to cook for himself several times a week, I like to give him some easy options he can simply warm up in the microwave or oven for a quick dinner that is wholesome and delicious.

Daughter of the Year Award recipient in the hoooouuuse!

This year (we celebrated a week late – thus the belated post) I made him Boston Baked Beans, two calzones and a lasagna. These are some of his favorites, so I knew it would be a hit.

The recipe for the beans is here. After they were done I simply portioned them out in plastic containers and popped them in the freezer.

Making calzones is really pretty simple. I just bought a pre-made ball of dough from Portland Pie Company and divided it in two.  Each ball was rolled out and filled. One was chicken, ricotta, spinach and mozzarella and the other was pepperoni, marinara sauce and cheese.  Sealed into packets, brushed with olive oil and sprinkled with salt, and baked at 450* for 10 minutes on a pizza stone.  Now, this made two HUGE calzones, but my Dad is a big eater.  You could definitely make three out of one ball.  Once they had cooled I wrapped them in aluminum foil and stored them in the freezer.

My lasagna recipe is also pretty simple, I just used whole wheat noodles, a jar of Newman’s Own sauce, a couple of cups of ricotta seasoned with parmesan and garlic, and some ground turkey / turkey sausage.  My trick is to spray a 13 by 9-inch pan with olive oil and then layer the noodles, cheese, meat sauce, and on and on. This handy dandy idea keeps it from sticking. Baked in the oven at 350* for one hour. Once the lasagna had cooled, I sliced into single portions and froze them without any covering until they were nice and hard.  I then wrapped them in aluminum foil. Freezing them first without any covering ensures that the foil won’t stick to the food as it freezes.

Now I know dear old Dad will be eating well for a little while. Hopefully when it all runs out he won’t return to hotdog helper…

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Salt = sodium = bad. Sweet = calories = bad. Well, isn't that just a bleak outlook. I firmly believe that without salt and without sweet we all just live in a world of lettuce. Plain lettuce. Fun? No. This blog is about life. Namely, my life. But, not that specific. I myself am simply not that interesting. I live an ordinary life, work an ordinary job and do ordinary things. But... life is all about experiencing that feeling you get when you really, really like something. If you don't feel a little warm in your heart when you walk into a farmer's market or try on a piece of beautiful clothing that fits you perfectly (that just so happens to be a great deal!) then you should probably keep on a' movin' from my little plot of internet. Sweeter salt is my metaphor for the good things in life, sprinkled over everything in moderation. Banana? Kinda boring. Banana smoothie - yum! White tank top? Yawn. Statement necklace layered over said tank - now we're talking! I live in Portland, Maine. I love cooking, eating out, riding my bike and approachable fashion. This blog does not chronicle my every waking moment. This is because you will probably not be entertained by the 10th day in a row that I eat the exact same salad for lunch. It does chronicle a healthy, active, fun-filled, colorful lifestyle, in Portland and beyond. It also covers dogs. Cute ones mostly.
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2 Responses to The Gift of Food

  1. Sues says:

    Awww that’s such a wonderful and sweet idea!! He must have been thrilled :) My dad is at the complete opposite end of the spectrum and prefers cooking even ON Father’s Day. I was allowed to make dessert this year, though.

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