WE'VE GOT MAIL! Tricks of the Trade

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Truth be told, I have spent my life surrounded by talented cooks - on both sides of my family!  You already know about one of my cousins, who cooks for a living!  But here is a letter from another, who, when not working full-time at her job in the outdoor industry, is my go-to for recipe porn.  We have even discussed starting a business around junk food delivery in Seattle; we just keep getting stuck in the eating part part of the R&D stage :). Read below to see how she gets creative when feeding the two men in her life - both of whom are happiest with meatballs and pizza - something a little more health-conscious. 

Hey Sar-Bear and Libby,

Now that I'm feeling human again, after 21 whirlwind months of first time motherhood, I've started reflecting a little on some of the pre-baby commentary from those who came before me.  One of the things people tell you is that having kids is tough. But what does that even mean? Tough like, physically challenging? Emotionally? Turns your world upside down?

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Thinking Outside the (Cereal) Box

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Libs,

Because of you I have discovered so many things I may not otherwise have tried: chausson au pomme, Shu Uemura's eyelash curler, and the Belly Bandit post-pregnancy belly wrap thing, among so many others.  All have had a great impact on my life and, as such, I feel it is incumbent upon me to share a couple recent discoveries of my own.  Neither is anything too crazy; they are both just different (yet really good) granola/cereal-type foods.

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Pain Maman

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Please be honest.  Because much of my confidence as a parent is riding on this.  What does Dash eat?  Like, on any given day?  Is it, like, the same 10 foods? 

Because, try as I might – with exposure (we try to eat all manner of things in any given week – from vindaloo to cheesy grits), involvement (I’ve been known to bake multiple batches of cookies in one day just to get June in the kitchen measuring and “enjoying” the art of cooking), gentle “one-bite-of-everything-on-your-plate-regardless-of-whether-or-not-it-makes-you-gag” rules, and, embarrassingly, the old “no-dessert-until-you-try-whatever-it-is-I-have-made-goddamn-it” ultimatum – the kid always ends up eating the same damn things.

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