They called me quirky growing up. Repeatedly. I just assumed they meant to say funny. Miss Sharp, my first grade teacher, reserved the last 10 minutes of class for me to do stand up. Everyday. I thought I was funny, but now I know she was probably just tired of standing up. I’ve never been good at delivering punch lines, and I can’t imagine I was any better at age 6. They meant what they said. Read more
There was a time in my life when I deleted pizza and nachos from my diet. Cheese is bad for you, they said. I ate my ice cream with too few of calories. My eggs with no yolks. And bought low-fat butter that was mostly hydrogenated oil. It was as awful as it sounds. But I stuck with it long enough to learn that my issue wasn’t solely what I was eating, rather how much I was eating. (You can read way too much about my food history here.) Pizza, full-fat ice cream, whole eggs, and real butter have been apart of my diet for many years now. But it wasn’t until a couple weeks ago that I allowed nachos back into my life. Read more
If I had to choose one cuisine to eat for the rest of my life, minus breakfast, I’d choose Mexican food. Though, my version might fall closer to Tex-Mex (Mexican food Texas style). By the way, have I ever told you about how we do one massive grocery trip every 3-4 weeks? Read more
Did you watch the show Dinosaurs back in the day? We did. Every last episode. I watched it again on Netflix just before having Hal. It kept me occupied during my many craft projects for her room. I’m pretty sure she’d recognize the theme song if I played it for her now. In one episode Robbie looks at his dad, Earl Sinclair, and explains he’s a herbivore. Earl was a carnivore. You can imagine how that went over. Earl took Robbie out back to catch dinner. Robbie befriended his “dinner” and made a salad. Read more
“Do you like kin-oh-ah?” my mom asked the other day while on the phone. You mean keen-whaaa? I replied snidely kindly. I confess, it’s hard to pronounce. I’m pretty sure I said it wrong the first 20 times. After giving her a hard time, I said, yes, I love it! And it’s nutty flavor. Did you know it’s one of the most complete proteins you could eat? “Well, I’m looking at a recipe that I think you’d like,” she replied. Moments later it was in my inbox. And days later it was in my belly. You could say it was love at first bite.
How do you know when a peach is ripe? My mom grew up in the south, making her a peach expert. She taught us to only eat a peach when you can smell it, to ripen them quickly by sticking them in a brown paper bag, and to store ripened peaches in the fridge until ready to eat.