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Mexican Ceviche on Tostada<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/div>\n

As I sit here on the plane to Mexico with my son\u2019s sleeping head on my shoulder, it\u2019s hard to imagine that just two nights ago he ran away from home.\u00a0 Well, running away from home is a bit of an exaggeration, but knowing that he was angry enough to want to leave is enough to give me pause.\u00a0 Knowing that I was the reason for that pain breaks my heart.\u00a0\u00a0 Understanding that Xbox is, again, at the heart of this pain makes me want to break something black, shiny, and electronic.<\/p>\n

Andrew said to me recently that the reason he thinks kids nowadays don\u2019t do drugs (his words, not mine) is that gaming is the new weed.<\/p>\n

He put it this way, \u201cYou see, Dad, weed lets you escape from your daily life for a while.\u00a0 It puts your mind into another world and for a little while lets you experience a different reality.\u00a0\u00a0 Kids today don\u2019t need to take weed because gaming lets you do the same thing without messing up your body or mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was scaring me a little with his awareness about weed and its effects, but he was making sense.\u00a0 The fact that he kept saying \u201ctaking weed\u201d made me relax and be able to hear what he was trying to say as I realized he is still unaware about certain mechanics of the drug.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s sort of like a glass of wine for you,\u201d getting a raised eyebrow out of me, he continued, \u201cwhen you come home on Friday night you want to relax and that\u2019s how you do it.\u00a0 I do it by playing Xbox.\u00a0 I get to leave my week behind and be in a different world for awhile.\u201d<\/p>\n

I have come to believe that Andrew is completely accurate in his assessment.\u00a0 The problem is that he missed an important and central truth.\u00a0 If I drank wine like he played Xbox, I would be writing this from the Betty Ford Institute. \u00a0A glass of wine is good, but drinking for many hours over multiple days is not.\u00a0\u00a0 Kids don\u2019t come home and play one game.\u00a0 They put on headsets, connect to friends on the Internet and go until you stop them.\u00a0 Not even hunger or thirst can deter them from trying to push on to the next level.\u00a0 We have a name for this; it\u2019s called addiction.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m acutely aware that I\u2019m writing about a 14 year old and that what I share could easily lead to years of expensive therapy down the road.\u00a0 So, I will tread lightly on this narrative to protect the innocent.\u00a0 Suffice it to say that Andrew informed me midweek with a progress report that we both knew meant no Xbox once the weekend arrived and that he wouldn\u2019t have it for at least 10 weeks.\u00a0\u00a0 I was surprised at his \u201cnon-reaction\u201d but, like an \u201caddict,\u201d the reality of not getting his fix hadn\u2019t settled in yet and he remained calm.<\/p>\n

Friday night arrived and I was busily studying for an important exam, but I could see the caged lion starting to stir.\u00a0 Andrew started pacing about, coming into my room with meaningless reasons to sit and moan at me.\u00a0 Soon enough, he sweetly asked if he could just have a little bit of Xbox.\u00a0 When I wouldn\u2019t budge, he went to reasoning with me.\u00a0 Some of it fairly persuasive, but still I was unmovable.\u00a0 Next came the anger.\u00a0 I stayed calm but was starting to lose it myself.\u00a0 My test was in hours and failing it meant losing my current job.\u00a0 Not an option.\u00a0\u00a0 I pushed back harder than I should have and unleashed the fullness of his anger.\u00a0 Suddenly, I was an uncaring, hateful, horrific father that didn\u2019t trust him at all.\u00a0\u00a0 Rage filled the room, then the house, and then went flying into his bedroom, barely contained beyond the slammed door.\u00a0 This is the part where I should have left him alone, but my buttons had been pushed.\u00a0 I went to continue this \u201cconversation\u201d only to find his bedroom securely locked with the dresser and fish tank cleverly blocking my ability to continue.\u00a0 Now it was my turn to rage.\u00a0 I threatened the permanent loss of gaming, Ipods, and computers.\u00a0 Not a chance I was getting through.\u00a0 The wall he had erected was dad proof.\u00a0 I was cut off and it really hurt.<\/p>\n

I went back to my studies, trying desperately to \u201cun-push\u201d my buttons and find that place that would allow me to be dad again.\u00a0 I got there an hour later and calmly asked him if he would like Chinese for dinner.\u00a0 Silence, then yes, and then silence.\u00a0 I could work with this.\u00a0 I ordered dinner (remember I had a test and cooking wasn\u2019t an option) and waited.\u00a0\u00a0 On arrival, I laid out the dinner and called Andrew.\u00a0 Just when I thought he was not going to emerge, he opened the door.\u00a0\u00a0 We sat at the table, the rawness of the fight still exposed, pain still palpable, and ate in relative silence.\u00a0 I knew this Andrew.\u00a0 He was still angry, but strategically planning his next moves.\u00a0\u00a0 I was worried, but as we finished, I told him that I was going to run to a book signing down the street and would be back in a half hour or so.<\/p>\n

Now I shouldn\u2019t have left the studies, but too many serendipitous signs had occurred the last few days that pointed me to this book signing.\u00a0\u00a0 I had met Yvette at Wrap, a cute little party store on my daily dog walk, and she told me about this event she was hosting for a guy who had lost his wife during childbirth and who had been raising his daughter by himself.\u00a0\u00a0 The book, \u201cTwo Kisses for Maddy,\u201d came out of this experience and he was doing a signing.\u00a0 Then, out of nowhere, a few people came to me at work and told me about this guy and that his experience reminded them of Andrew and me.\u00a0 I decided, test or not, I needed to meet the author, Matt Logelin.<\/p>\n

I got to the event and apart from Yvette, I was alone and felt acutely awkward and still tender from the last few hours with Andrew.\u00a0 I scanned the room and spotted Matt who at once seemed incredibly approachable.\u00a0 We shook hands and an hour or more after we finished talking, I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted.\u00a0 He had been through the refiner\u2019s fire in a way that I hope I never have to experience.\u00a0 Instead of brokenness, his loss and pain had opened him up to others and their pain.\u00a0 He was living a life of giving back through his foundation for grieving families and sharing his experience to give hope to others.\u00a0 By the time I left, the icy anger that had started to encapsulate my heart had melted, and I left hoping that I could bring this warm feeling back into the house.<\/p>\n

I got home and Andrew came out of his room to greet me.\u00a0 We looked at each other and I could instantly see his ice had melted too. He leaned in close to me, but waited for me to make the move.\u00a0 I reached out and grabbed him gave him a big kiss on the top of his head (that\u2019s how you kiss a 14 year old) and he leaned in and let me put my arms around him, tell him that I loved him more than he could ever know, and that we would figure this all out.<\/p>\n

I looked around his room and saw that he had gathered chips, Chinese food, cereal, hummus, and a handful of other pantry staples.\u00a0 I was genuinely curious about it and he explained that he was going to lock himself in and prevent me from getting him to his soccer game the next day and Mexico the day after.\u00a0 I actually chuckled and he asked why.\u00a0 I told him that I thought it was very smart of him to plan ahead and that I wouldn\u2019t have thought of it.\u00a0 He quietly picked everything up and we were father and son again.<\/p>\n

What I didn\u2019t say was that I realized that he had just run away from home.\u00a0 I guess Los Angeles is too scary to actually leave the house, but he had done the next best thing.\u00a0\u00a0 I also realized that this wasn\u2019t really about (my big fear) addiction to gaming.\u00a0 This was still about testing my love and if my parenting boundaries were still there to keep him safe even as he screamed for open borders.\u00a0 The fact that he could run away means I passed the test, again.\u00a0 Kids don\u2019t really want to run away, they just want to make their parents feel as badly as they do in that moment of their pain and anger.\u00a0 That can only happen if they believe that their parents love them enough to be hurt by their absence.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know what I would do if I ever lost Andrew for even a brief moment.\u00a0 It would kill me and he knows it.\u00a0\u00a0 And knowing that is stronger than any adoption paper could ever offer.\u00a0 It\u2019s the bond of parent and child that can never be broken and it\u2019s the security he will need to someday, at the right time, make his way into the world of adulthood.<\/p>\n

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Mexican Ceviche with Wahoo<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Ceviche is raw fish that is cooked in lime juice and you will just have to trust me with this one.\u00a0 The first time I ate Ceviche was 25 years ago on a beach in Antofagasta, Chile.\u00a0 I was with a good friend and his wife and when it came time for lunch they handed me a knife and told me to cut a native crustacean that clung to the rocks just under the incoming tide.\u00a0 They looked like little tiny volcanoes and when you stepped on them they even rewarded you with a little saltwater eruption.<\/p>\n

For about a half hour we raced the tide and each time it pulled back, we ran forward cutting as many as we could before scurrying back to the dry sand.\u00a0 After we had gathered enough for lunch, they squeezed lime after lime until the little \u201ctits,\u201d as they called them, were completely covered.\u00a0 A while later, they were drained and mixed with onions and tomatoes and then offered to me with crackers.\u00a0\u00a0 I was sure that typhoid was in my near future, but they explained that the lime \u201ccooked\u201d them and they were completely safe.\u00a0\u00a0 Since that time, I have eaten Ceviche in hundreds of restaurants and homes.\u00a0\u00a0 Buy fresh fish and I promise you it is completely safe.<\/p>\n

I call this version Mexican because I\u2019m in Mexico and the recipe comes from one of the people I love most in this world and one of the best home cooks I know.\u00a0 Agustin lives in Veracruz and has taught me almost everything I know about Mexican cooking.\u00a0\u00a0 This meal started in the sea this morning and was washed down with lots of Mexican beer this evening.\u00a0 It just doesn\u2019t get any better than this!<\/p>\n

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Andrew picking out the evening's meal!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Agustin\u2019s Mexican Ceviche<\/strong><\/p>\n

2 pounds Wahoo or other firm and mild fish<\/p>\n

Limes, enough to get enough juice to cover fish, about 20<\/p>\n

1 onion, diced<\/p>\n

1 cup cilantro, chopped<\/p>\n

Salt<\/p>\n

1 pound tomatoes, diced<\/p>\n

Avocado, diced<\/p>\n

Tostadas<\/p>\n

Jalapeno chile, chopped (optional)<\/p>\n

Habanero and red onion relish (optional) See recipe below.<\/p>\n

Chipotle salsa (optional)<\/p>\n

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If you have a good fishmonger, ask them if they will prepare the fish for ceviche or a 1-inch dice.\u00a0\u00a0 Place all the fish in a large glass baking dish or bowl and squeeze enough limes to barely cover.\u00a0\u00a0 Set aside and let marinate for two hours.\u00a0 When ready, pour the fish into a colander and let drain completely.\u00a0 Alternatively, you can put it in a salad spinner and gently spin until fairly dry.\u00a0 The dryer you can get the fish, the better the final preparation.<\/p>\n

Place the fish in a large bowl and add the onion, cilantro, and salt to taste. \u00a0\u00a0For the salt, start with 1\u00bd teaspoons, check and adjust to taste.<\/p>\n

To serve, set the table with the chopped tomato, avocado, tostadas, and chilies, if using.<\/p>\n

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Habanera and Red Onion Relish<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Habanera Chile and Red Onion Relish<\/strong><\/p>\n

This is amazingly tasty.\u00a0 It is also amazingly spicy hot. The good news is that the heat diminishes with a little time; so if you can\u2019t take a lot of heat, make this a day or two ahead of time.\u00a0 It will stay good for at least a couple of weeks in the refrigerator, and if you run out of onions before you do the habaneras you can add more.\u00a0 It\u2019s good on ceviche, chicken breasts, fish fillets, and even mixed into an omelet.<\/p>\n

3 to 4 habanera chilies, seeds removed, cut in half and sliced (see note)<\/p>\n

2 red onions cut in half and then in thin slices<\/p>\n

10 to 12 limes, about \u00bd cup juice<\/p>\n

\u00bd cup olive oil<\/p>\n

Salt to taste<\/p>\n

Place the habaneras and onions in a glass backing dish and squeeze the lime over the mix and let marinate 10 to 15 minutes.\u00a0 Add the oil and salt and let marinate a while longer.\u00a0 It\u2019s ready to use, but gets better with a little time.<\/p>\n

Note:\u00a0 We make this with 10 to 15 chilies and as we use up the onion throughout the week, we add more.\u00a0\u00a0 Start with the recipe as is and add more as your tongue loses its ability to feel pain!\u00a0\u00a0 I also suggest that you use plastic gloves when cutting chilies to avoid spreading the heat to your eyes or other sensitive body parts.<\/p>\n

Provecho!<\/p>\n

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Agustin preparing the Habanera Chile. Mexicans use gloves and you should too. Leave the macho bravura for the tequila shots!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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