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…

marry me

Dinosaur Train Under the Sea1

We had a normal-to-rough-ish day. Threat level: Yellow/Bert. It started out mostly sweet. Jonah had his morning beverage and I had mine. We squished into the glider chair together and read about dinosaurs. Getting him out the door to preschool…

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…