{"id":787,"date":"2011-10-23T07:46:04","date_gmt":"2011-10-23T07:46:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/feedingandrew.com\/?p=787"},"modified":"2011-10-23T07:46:04","modified_gmt":"2011-10-23T07:46:04","slug":"sticks-and-stones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/feedingandrew.com\/?p=787","title":{"rendered":"Sticks and Stones"},"content":{"rendered":"
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What do you do with 60 lbs of tomatoes?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The first time it happened was a few weeks ago.<\/p>\n

Somewhere between pasta and clarinet practice, a time usually reserved for homework, I found Andrew on Facebook at the desktop and watching some video on a laptop, while listening to music with his headphones plugged into an Ipod.\u00a0 He looked like one of the plugged in pod people from The Matrix.<\/p>\n

I stood at his bedroom door and called his name.\u00a0 No response.\u00a0 I called louder.\u00a0 Again, no response.\u00a0\u00a0 I walked over to him, knocked softly (sort of) on the hard plastic of his headphones and suddenly he was three feet off the chair trying out some preternaturally installed Kung Fu move to protect him from my stealth invasion.<\/p>\n

He thought that was pretty funny until I asked him about his homework.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m doing my homework!\u201d came his curt reply.<\/p>\n

When I said that the first time it happened was a few weeks ago, this was not what I was referring to.\u00a0 This super plugged in version of homework has been an ongoing battle that started with the first Ipod birthday present and has increased exponentially with his ever-increasing media access and fervent march through puberty and into the teens.<\/p>\n

He was, in fact, doing his homework.\u00a0 He had his vocabulary cards out and was alternating between cards, laptop video, facebook, and constantly changing music choices.<\/p>\n

I went into my staid lecture about the evils of multitasking and he assured me that the new generation was wired differently.\u00a0 I assured him that his generation wasn\u2019t that special and still shared many of the same traits with humanity that teenagers always had.\u00a0 I confirmed my place in the family and told him to unplug or else.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when it happened for the first time.\u00a0 He called me a name.\u00a0 The truth is that I can’t even remember what he called me now.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t obscene.\u00a0 It was disrespectful and mean.\u00a0 He lost his laptop and headphones.<\/p>\n

He also got an A on his vocabulary test.<\/p>\n

The second time happened about a week ago.\u00a0 I was at the finish line cheering him on as he came in from the three-mile cross-country race.\u00a0 After crossing the line, he passed me and demanded water.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t have any (water was waiting for him 50 feet away) and he yelled at me for not being prepared.\u00a0 A few minutes later, he tried to explain to me in the midst of all the parents and team members why he had to be so rude.<\/p>\n

I told him we would talk about it later and suddenly a demon rose up from the depths of his soul.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re pathetic!\u201d he shouted for all to hear.<\/p>\n

All eyes were suddenly on me and I chose to leave this for later.\u00a0 Later came and so did a day of angry teenager.\u00a0 Facebook access was the casualty in the battle.\u00a0 I told him that if he couldn\u2019t communicate with me properly that he couldn\u2019t communicate with anyone.<\/p>\n

The third time was just a few days ago.\u00a0 He already had dinner and some media downtime.\u00a0 It was time for homework, clarinet, and dishes.\u00a0 He was back on the computer begging for just five more minutes.\u00a0 Five minutes later I returned to his lair.\u00a0 This time he was not so cordial.\u00a0 Once again, I \u201cjust didn\u2019t\u2019 get it\u201d.\u00a0 He was special with special powers of multitasking that I didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s my homework!\u00a0 It\u2019s my life!\u00a0 It\u2019s my decision when I do it!\u201d he screamed as he opened up his math book and got out his pencil and notebook.\u00a0\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t let it go though.<\/p>\n

\u201cYOU ARE A CONTROL FREAK!\u201d \u00a0He had returned to name-calling<\/p>\n

Of course, I threatened to ground him from life, but he returned with the very mature \u201cCONTROL FREAK, CONTROL FREAK, CONTROL FREAK\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Now, no matter what I tried to say, I got the redundant litany stating the obvious.\u00a0 Of course I am a control freak.\u00a0 It\u2019s synonymous with parent.\u00a0 At least to the teenage mind it is.<\/p>\n

I should have kept my cool, but every speech I had ever learned at my parents knees about respect and rudeness came flying out of me loud enough to send the dogs scurrying and the neighbors to contemplate 911.\u00a0 Heated exchanges, slammed doors, lifetime punishments, and then silence.\u00a0\u00a0 No homework, no clarinet, and no dishes.\u00a0 I had parented Andrew right out of doing everything he should have done. I also managed to shut him down so tightly that he was left with few options.\u00a0 He chose to a cover his head and sleep at 7:30 pm.<\/p>\n

I was fuming and angry that I was alone to deal with this.\u00a0 I called my mom.\u00a0 Without thinking, I asked her to talk to Andrew.\u00a0 I thought hearing his grandmother\u2019s voice would get him to suddenly mature, apologize, and do his homework.<\/p>\n

I put her on speakerphone and she said all the \u201cright things\u201d about family, respect, and listening to your parents.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if he was listening, but what she said next was heard loud and clear.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you think you can find a dad who loves you more or a home where you will be happier, then you should go try to find it!\u201d\u00a0 I know what she meant and I had heard the line countless times in my childhood during my own bouts of teenageritis, but Andrew had been waiting for this shoe to drop for almost six years.<\/p>\n

I saw it in his face.\u00a0 It was an expression of utter shock and disillusionment.\u00a0 I quickly stopped my mother from going on and told her that wasn\u2019t an option in our family.<\/p>\n

She realized what this might mean for Andrew and tried to explain, but Andrew screamed out in pain\u00a0 \u201cYOU AREN\u2019T MY GRANDMOTHER.\u00a0 My grandmother would never send me away!\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly I couldn\u2019t breath.\u00a0 I watched in horror, as six years of trust building seemed to be ripped right out of our relationship.\u00a0 I had never felt this kind of emotional pain since Andrew had become my son.\u00a0 Oh, we have had our ups and downs, but this was different.\u00a0\u00a0 Andrew was weeping in his bed.\u00a0 I was short of breath and the tears were just about to flow.\u00a0 I had to hang up with my mom.\u00a0\u00a0 She was crying too.\u00a0\u00a0 She called my sister and soon the emotional tsunami had swept across three states and promised to drown anyone who came near.<\/p>\n

I had no idea how to handle this and as I went and sat next to Andrew, he let me hold him and we just had a good weep.\u00a0 I told him that there was nothing he could ever do to lose my love.\u00a0 I told him that since he had become my son, he had changed my life and every moment of every minute, every minute of every hour, and every hour of each day was for him.\u00a0 I was his dad and thanked God for the miracles that brought us together.\u00a0 There was nothing else to do but go to bed.\u00a0 Sleep wasn\u2019t going to come easy.<\/p>\n

The next morning, Andrew was still a mess.\u00a0 He begged me to let him stay home.\u00a0 Principal dad said \u201cno\u201d, but Andrew\u2019s dad saw that he needed time to figure this out.\u00a0 I also saw that he was worried about going to class without any of his work done.\u00a0 It would be the first time since he started high school to not be fully prepared.\u00a0 I acquiesced and laid out a game plan that included calling grandma.<\/p>\n

When I got home later that day, I was greeting by a light hearted son who immediately asked me to sit me down and told me how sorry he was for calling me names.\u00a0 He told me he had practiced clarinet for almost two hours, did his homework, studied for an up coming test, and yes\u2026\u00a0\u00a0 he had called grandma and they had a good talk.<\/p>\n

I looked at him and knew I had something to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cAndrew, I\u2019m sorry too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Quizzically he asked, \u201cWhat do you have to apologize for?\u201d<\/p>\n

I was glad that he recognized that his behavior had played a major role in last night\u2019s events, but it wasn\u2019t the whole story.<\/p>\n

\u201cAndrew, every parent teaches their children many lessons.\u00a0 Some by what we say and others by what we do or how we say it.\u00a0\u00a0 You know, when I was growing up we would have got slapped if we talked to our parents the way you did to me last night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, Grandma told me!\u201d\u00a0 I was also glad to hear him call her grandma.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I would never do that,\u201d I explained, \u201cI don\u2019t want to teach you that violence is a way to solve problems. But I taught you something else last night.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was a rare moment.\u00a0 He was completely unplugged and listening.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I raised my voice and started yelling at you, I was teaching you that losing your temper is a way to solve problems.\u00a0 The truth is that it\u2019s not.\u00a0 You never change a person\u2019s attitude by yelling at them.\u00a0 You only challenge them to make their crazy\u00a0 bigger and scarier than yours.\u00a0\u00a0 Unfortunately, this is the baggage I bring into my own parenting.\u00a0 I\u2019m going to try and do better.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was really listening.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe truth is that when you were yelling at me and calling me names, you had gotten off the computer and were taking your homework out of your backpack.\u00a0 You were doing what I had asked you to do.\u00a0 I should have just walked away.\u00a0 Later, we would have been able to talk calmly about respect and kindness.\u00a0 I know you.\u00a0 You would have apologized.\u00a0 I would have been a better dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

Andrew agreed, \u201cThat\u2019s probably true.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne more thing,\u201d I added, \u201cMy parents were amazing parents, but not perfect.\u00a0 I try to do things a little bit better, just like they did from how they were raised.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t use spanking or slapping to help you learn to behave, but I still resort to yelling.\u00a0 I just want you to know that I don\u2019t believe it\u2019s the right way to respond to a problem.\u00a0 I may not be able to completely stop it.\u00a0 It\u2019s hard to teach old dog new tricks.\u00a0 However, I hope you can do this one thing better when you\u2019re a dad.\u00a0 Patience and calm always win the day.\u00a0 Always.\u201d<\/p>\n

I promised to try hard to not resort to yelling and he promised to not resort to name-calling.\u00a0 I knew that we still had to tackle the issue of unplugging for homework, but now was not the time.<\/p>\n

Andrew has many more teen moments to share with me, but I hope I\u2019m prepared to be the more mature half of this relationship when they come up.<\/p>\n

Yesterday, we finally talked about how to manage the media and he came up with a good plan that we both can live with.\u00a0 He actually took it farther that I would have had the courage to ask for.<\/p>\n

Lesson relearned.<\/p>\n

Patience and calm always win the day.\u00a0 Always.<\/p>\n

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Permission granted to show this photo only if I explain he was having a bad hair day! Actually, it was a bad hair month.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

I often post recipes that I know most people will look at and think, \u201cI can\u2019t imagine ever doing this!\u201d or, \u201cWhere does he find the time to do this?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 At least, I know my sister is always thinking that!\u00a0 However, this blog is about slowing down long enough to reflect on the small moments of life.\u00a0\u00a0 Slow cooking and slow parenting go hand in hand.\u00a0 Spending time with your kids preserving food will teach them lessons about family values quicker than any lecture and then you get to eat your words in a way that feels good!<\/p>\n

Andrew loves this process.\u00a0 Well, at least he loves watching me go through the process.\u00a0 If you have kids, this is the kind of slow cooking that captures their imagination.\u00a0 Andrew carefully observed the time it took and tried to calculate how much I could sell a jar for.\u00a0 He came up with \u201cnot cheap.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 Actually, this product is so good that you won\u2019t even want to share it with close family and friends.<\/p>\n

Homemade tomato paste is deep, rich, and with an earthy sweetness that you will never experience in a store-bought product.\u00a0 There is absolutely no resemblance to the tinny stuff that comes in a can.\u00a0 Use it to deepen the flavor base of stews and braises all winter long.\u00a0 Because it\u2019s in a jar and not a can, you will also be able to pull out a spoonful of the exact amount you need and never have to figure out what to do with the rest of the can that you didn\u2019t use.<\/p>\n

You will need a food mil<\/a>l<\/a> to get this right, but if you are at all like me, then a good excuse to buy a new piece of kitchen equipment is always welcome.\u00a0 This recipe is well worth the effort and the small price for a new piece of kitchen gadgetry.\u00a0\u00a0 I promise you will enjoy both products for a long time.<\/p>\n

Trust me.\u00a0 Make this paste.\u00a0 You will thank me later.<\/p>\n

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There are many recipes out there in cyberspace for homemade tomato paste, but I have settled on one in a favorite cookbook \u201cMy Calabria\u201d by Rosetta Constantino.<\/a> I find that her recipe produces a consistently excellent product.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t be afraid of the salt content.\u00a0 She uses an enormous amount of salt that acts as a strong preservative and flavor enhancer.\u00a0 This gives you big dividends from a small amount of paste and allows you to make this magic potion last throughout the winter.<\/p>\n

I have doubled the recipe and suggest that you do this in large amounts.\u00a0 This will give you about two pints of paste.<\/p>\n

Ingredients<\/strong><\/p>\n

20 pounds of very ripe tomatoes<\/p>\n

\u00bd cup Kosher salt<\/p>\n

2 tablespoons olive oil, plus more for topping the jars<\/p>\n

Core the tomatoes and cut them in half or quarters depending on the size.\u00a0 Over your sink, remove the seeds with your fingers and through them into a very large pot.\u00a0 The size of your pot will determine whether you do 20 pounds or 10.\u00a0\u00a0 A large enameled canning pot works well for large batches and an 8-quart stainless steel pot works for 10 pounds.<\/p>\n

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Softening the tomatoes<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Bring to a boil and give the pot an occasional stir.\u00a0 Keep at a brisk boil for 30 minutes to soften the tomatoes.<\/p>\n

Pass the tomatoes through a food mill fitted with the fine disc to remove the skins and any remaining seeds.\u00a0 This takes a bit of time and arm power.\u00a0 If you have a significant other or kids, this is a good time to enlist their help.<\/p>\n

Return the pureed tomatoes to the same pot and place on high, stir in the salt and simmer briskly until the mixture is reduced to 1 quart (4 cups).\u00a0 This takes approximately 50 to 55 minutes.\u00a0 As the mixture reduces, start to reduce the level of heat and stir occasionally to prevent splattering and burning.\u00a0 When I get close to this time, I will pour it into my 4-cup measure and see how much further I have to go.<\/p>\n

Use a tablespoon each to oil two 12 x 17-inch rimmed non-aluminum baking sheets.\u00a0 Using a rubber spatula, spread the thick tomato puree in an even layer.\u00a0 It will cover the baking sheet.<\/p>\n

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Initial spreading of the tomato puree<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Two methods for finishing the paste<\/p>\n

Method 1:\u00a0 Sun power<\/p>\n

Ms. Constantino says that you need three to four consecutive days of 100 degrees weather for this method.\u00a0 In West Los Angeles, that is a rare occurrence.\u00a0 I have found that 75 to 80 degrees works fine.\u00a0 With one batch on a particularly hot day, I found that too much sun turned the paste almost gummy.<\/p>\n

You will need to tent the mixture with cheesecloth and check occasionally.\u00a0 As the mixture evaporates, you will remix it and spread it again.\u00a0 Each time it will cover a smaller proportion of the baking sheet.\u00a0 The whole process will take 3 to 4 days.<\/p>\n

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Tenting with cheesecloth keeps unwanted visitors away<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Alternatively, you can start it out with the oven method and finish it off in the sun.<\/p>\n

Method 2: Oven power<\/p>\n

Preheat the oven to 200 degrees and (if you have one) turn on the convection fan.\u00a0 I do not and it works fine.\u00a0 Place the baking sheet on a center rack and cook for 30 minutes.\u00a0 Remove the baking sheet from the oven and stir the puree with a rubber spatula so that it dries evenly and doesn\u2019t form a crust.\u00a0 Re-spread the puree with the spatula into a rectangle about 1\/8-inch thick.\u00a0 Take care to spread it evenly as too thin of a section can burn.\u00a0 Because of evaporation, the puree will no longer cover the baking sheet.\u00a0 With a paper towel, remove any bits of tomato that cling to the edges or exposed bottom of the baking sheet, or they will burn.<\/p>\n

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The paste shrinks as is slowly dries<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Return the baking sheet to the oven and every 20 minutes or so, stir and re-spread the mixture. Do this for approximately 3 hours or until the mixture is very thick and a bit sticky.<\/p>\n

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Ready to be stored in a jar<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Let the tomato paste cool and pack tightly into a clean jar.\u00a0 You have to work this a bit to ensure no air pockets exist as this will ensure a long shelf life.\u00a0 Level the surface with the back of a spoon and top off with enough olive oil to cover and ensure the paste is covered.<\/p>\n

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Just a little bit of olive oil on top and you're finished!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

After each use, level the surface of the paste and top with a bit more oil to keep it completely covered.\u00a0 This will last for a year in your refrigerator, but it will be long gone before that!<\/p>\n

Provecho!<\/p>\n

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