In years past, I have more or less diligently blogged our biannual family tradition: Traveling to Kauai with our one child as he grows, plus grandparents and aunt. This was our fourth trip, so I thought I’d do things a…
Category: feeding
oakland restaurants: my bucket list
This post has nothing to do with motherhood, or my Grandmother’s passing. Except that since becoming a mother I’ve had less time and money to eat out fancy, and my Grandmother loved a good white-tablecloth restaurant, so tangentially, it fits.…
a perfect day
What happened from 7-ish to 9-30ish is a blur. I recall cooking breakfast. Scrambled backyard eggs in unsalted Irish butter (salted with pink salt) and leftover pork roast, a tiny piece cut into tiny pieces. Faux bacon. Toast. Jonah’s breakfast…
finding my way back to my writing voice, day 2: food
Today’s NaBloPoMo writing prompt is last meal. I believe someone did a coffee table book on the subject, interviewing famous chefs. (Pauses to Google in a new tab) Aha! Here it is: My Last Supper: 50 Great Chefs and Their…
marry me
a return to solipsism
Had to look that word up to make sure I was spelling it right. Not that previous posts weren’t solipsistic, but once you go through what I recently went through, it’s hard to imagine blogging about breakfast again for a…
toast dinosaur
Take one slice of bread. Place one square slice of cheese* on bread. Place toast and cheese in toaster. Heat until cheese melts. Pat toast and cheese with paper towel as this removes the grease. The grease is what stays…
the sleep consultant (a.k.a. in which my ego is bruised for the betterment of sleep-kind)
You know, this really should be all about him. But it is about me. In that way that parenthood is forcing a total re-evaluation of my ego, my personality, my (bad) habits. Holy cr*p. Life was so much easier when…