Asparagus

asparagusI was just checking up on twitter when I found a great recipe for an Asparagus Frittata! Thanks @DonnaFaz. It looks simple to make and delicious to eat. Can’t wait to make it. Check it out at Donna’s Blog: In All Directions.

And of all things, the word, frittata, a delightful word to say, makes an appearance in my Asparagus Poem, from Poems on Fruits & Odes to Veggies.

If you were ever wondering if there REALLY was such a thing as an Asparagus Frittata, now you know! Enjoy the poem, try the frittata, and remember, healthy eating starts with a poem!

Asparagus by, Judith Natelli McLaughlin

Asparagus spears

Make asparagus pie,

Or asparagus quiche,

Or asparagus soup, or

Risotto. I don’t know

A thing you can’t do

With asparagus spears

Even put them in stew

     Pan roasted asparagus perfect to please

     Frittata?  De nada ­­– just add eggs and cheese.

Asparagus spears

Make asparagus salad,

Asparagus flan,

Or asparagus fry.

Packaged like pencils

In red, green or white

Put asparagus spears

On your menu tonight.

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Pineapple Poem

Dole PineappleI have been tweeting with my friends @DoleFoods. I shared with them videos of me reciting my Banana and Watermelon poems. Both are from Poems on Fruits & Odes to Veggies – Where Healthy Eating Starts With a Poem. To my delight, @DoleFoods tweeted back asking, “any odes for pineapples? :)”

Indeed I do have a Pineapple poem. It is from MORE Poems on Fruits & Odes to Veggies – which has yet to be published. This picture is of a Dole pineapple found on the Dole Foods website. Without further ado, my Pineapple poem:

Pineapple by Judith Natelli McLaughlin

Its skin’s the scratchy, prickly kind

And palm-like leaves on top you’ll find

But right inside this hidden treasure

Lives a taste too great to measure

Past the moon and furthest star

A treat…the sweetest one by far

This yellow, juicy fruit’s no fake

It’s used in upside-down baked cake

And yogurt, smoothies, cottage cheese

Or by itself, it’s sure to please

Now can you name this tropic fruit?

The one that wears the prickly suit?

Did I hear you?  Did you say?

Pineapple?  Hooray!  Hooray!

How Does My Garden Grow? Week 3

garden3My 16 square foot garden is FANTASTIC! I know, I know, I am not ready to move to a farm, but my 4 x 4 raised bed garden is a fun. And my plants are doing exactly what they are supposed to be doing:  GROWING! Yesterday afternoon I added fresh cilantro to my “Dr. Oz Green Drink.” What a refreshing and delightful addition! And last night I added fresh basil to my tomato sauce.  My family all said the sauce tasted “fresh!”  I really can’t wait to be making my sauce with home-grown tomatoes.

tomatoesYou can already see a few flowers blooming  on one of my tomato plants…these flowers will turn into red, delicious tomatoes. Can’t wait. I promise to keep posting the pictures. Check out these two yellow flowers! Happy Growing!

Eggplant

eggplantLet’s talk about eggplant for the rest of the week. We will discuss recipes, poems and art…let’s begin!

We are starting with a poem and illustration from my book Poems on Fruits & Odes to Veggies – Where Healthy Eating Starts With a Poem.

I love this silly poem…and when I first recited it to my children, some five years ago, they were worried that the last line in the poem would fool children into thinking eggplant really comes from eggs. So far, all the kids I read to get the joke.  Phew!

Eggplant

Crack an egg

Mix it up

Shells and yolk and all

Dig a hole

In the ground

Just as wide as tall

Pour the egg

In the hole

Using love and care

Cover it

Up with dirt

Water, sit and stare

See a leaf

Sprout right up

Don’t say that you can’t

Now you ask

What it is?

Naturally, eggplant

If you don’t believe me

Then go ask your mother

If you do believe me

I’ll tell you another

Happy Mother’s Day!

photo[2]Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!! Great job women. Our family tradition is breakfast in bed for mom (me). My children are now teenagers and sleep way later than I do. I typically wake up, walk the dog, do some work, straighten the house, and basically wait until they wake up and send me back to bed.

When they were little, they would wake my husband up way before the sun rose, so they could get my breakfast going. Those were delightful days too. Their little feet puttering downstairs, their little hands cracking the eggs.  Their little voices giggling and fighting too-fighting over whom would carry the tray, crack the eggs, pick the flowers. One thing they didn’t fight over was the fruit salad. It has always been my youngest daughter’s job to make the fruit salad, filled with all my favorites, cantaloupe, watermelon, kiwi, strawberries, blueberries and bananas.

Here is the Cantaloupe Poem from my book Poems on Fruits & Odes to Veggies

“Cantaloupe today?” Asked the handsome Mr. Harry.
“Can’t elope today,” I said.  “I’m way too young to marry.”

Oh, my Mother’s Day  breakfast in bed has always been delicious; the eggs and fruit…but especially the memories.

What is your mother’s day tradition?

My Veggie Garden

gardenI am giddy with excitement.  I am growing a vegetable garden in a raised bed.  With a small piece of property, finding the right spot for a garden has been tricky. This raised bed made it simple.  Just put it on the side of my house, where we get the most sun for the longest amount of time, added some dirt and planted my garden.  I am attempting to grow tomatoes, zucchini, cucumbers, eggplant and a few herbs.  I will keep you all posted on the progress.  I am envisioning Tomato, Cucumber and Basil salad!  Eggplant Parm Stackers, and many loaves of my Zany Zucchini Bread!

Lots of pictures will follow!  Hopefully of healthy, happy veggies.

As the author of P0ems on Fruits & Odes to Veggies, growing my own garden seems like a natural fit.  Happy growing, friends.

Watermelon

WatermelonOn this beautiful day, I can’t help but think of eating outdoors, barbecues, and of course a dessert of watermelon! Cold, juicy, sweet and naturally delicious! And perhaps a contest afterward, to see exactly whom can spit a slippery, black watermelon pit the farthest! The only time spitting is okay, right? Let me be honest here…the winner will not be be!  But I will have fun trying! Enjoy this poem from my book Poems on Fruits & Odes to Veggies!

Watermelon

Every time I take a bite

To cure my hearty appetite

Watermelon juicy sweet

Drips down my chin and to my feet

Drip, dribble, spit and spath

I love a watermelon bath