Sometimes we turn to last minute alternatives.
The kids and I spent the morning visiting the doctor, investigating my son's complaints of tummy aches and other intestinal issues that have been carrying on for the last few weeks. I figured his GI problems were due to the fourteen days of antibiotic he'd ingested to treat an ear infection back at the beginning of the month, in addition to the seven days of antibiotic he'd taken for a staph infection about a month before the ear thing. But when his eyes got goopy and he started barking like a seal I figured I should take him in.
"Hrm..." the doctor said "his tummy feels fine, but he has a really big ear infection".
Well imagine my surprise that he'd been able to foster a new, nasty infection so quickly in the same ear. But, it turns out, its the same old infection, just bigger and badder, and now identified as antibiotic resistant. So he gets another fourteen days of a new antibiotic. And when the doctor confirmed my suspicions that the stomach problems were probably a result of the antibiotics, she asked me about my son's diet.
"Gus is kind of like a bat. He eats mostly fruit." I told her. And she thought that was fine, but recommended that he (which of course means we) start eating lots of "white, starchy things". "Don't feed him any whole grains", she said. And with that she was gone, leaving me with a blindingly white prescription flapping in my hand and two insane children groveling at my feet, shredding the exam table paper and rubbing themselves all over the clinic floor.
Yikes. No whole grains? Thats like, all we eat. Aside from fruit and vegetables. Perhaps that should clue me in to why my son has such active bowels. But I took it in stride and realized we had a wonderful opportunity to have white, processed grain pasta with our scheduled dinner.
Except that my kids wouldn't eat it. In fact, I wouldn't even eat it. When the recipe asked me to simmer the leeks in chicken broth I got a little nervous, and in hindsight I wish I'd gone with my gut and sauteed them instead. Even my husband, who actually ate the pasta, was surprised that I hadn't. He thinks that will fix any problems, but I'm not planning to test his theory. This one won't make it into my three star and above archive - which, by the way, I'm planning to put up sometime soon, in printable 4x6 notecard format - get your recipe boxes ready.
So instead, we had a cheese plate and toast. Havarti and Cheddar from Say Cheese, where we'd stopped after the doctor, luckily. Thanks guys, for saving the day!
Creamy Leek, Pea, and Chicken Pasta (adapted from Sunset Magazine, April 2010):
8 oz spaghetti or other pasta
1 cup shelled peas
1 bunch leeks, sliced (about a cup)
1 green garlic, sliced
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup coarsely shredded chicken
1 cup cottage cheese
salt & pepper (about a teaspoon of each)
Cook the pasta in salted water, following package directions and adding the peas to the pot for the last few minutes. Drain and put it in a large serving bowl. Meanwhile, bring the chicken broth to a boil and cook the leeks and garlic in it. When the leeks are soft, add the chicken and pour over the pasta. Stir in the cottage cheese and salt and pepper.