Curry Up

Libs,

I love coming home from work; the sound of the double doors closing behind me, driving home with my radio blasting, the anticipation of walking through the front door and seeing my littles.  And it always plays out in my mind how I’m going to rush in, give everyone kisses and then play with abandon until some well-rounded and delicious dinner miraculously appears on the table and I, with my glass of wine, will sit down and enjoy my family around the dinner table.

But it never materializes quite like that, does it?  No, no it doesn’t.  Instead, as soon as the front door opens and the first little kisses and hugs are given, all fucking hell breaks loose. 

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Chef de Cuisine

My dear dear amie,

Your last letter had me laughing and teary all at the same time.  You are such a champ.  And, just so you know, these last few months of your single parenting have inspired me.  Not to actively seek out single parenting situations - God no.  Just to push myself in my parenting comfort zones.  I finally took the kids to a restaurant by myself (ok, it was frozen yogurt, but still) and took them both swimming at our local pool (probably not to be repeated anytime soon, but I did it).  I even tried to do a bit more in the kitchen during the times Tygh wasn't around to tag-team.  Hence, the following revelation.

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I'm Not A Vegetarian

You know how much I love meat.  I really do.  I love it barbecued, pan-seared, slow roasted, sous-vide, even raw (Oysters!? Beef tartare!? Sooooo good).

BUT I also really love fruits and vegetables.  And, I have to admit, after reading the China Study, I had a moment where I thought that the only way to avoid certain early death was to give up all animal products.  But, two second later, while gnawing on the rind of a chunk of Parm, I realized I would rather take my chances.

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