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…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
