eat eat eat
For people who would like to know what I ate today or would like to read some of my thoughts on food.
And on and on.
On Monday I had oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon for breakfast. For lunch I had leftover corn salad from the picnic and an egg and cheese sandwich and part of Iris’s nasty apricot. I bought a little box of organic apricots from Trader Joe’s and they are not good but Iris likes them. For dinner we had stir-fry with tofu and some cake after that. I like weeks when there is cake every night. I also had a glass of red wine.
This morning I had oatmeal with strawberries and blueberries. We will be picknicking for lunch with Joyce and Topher.
I also wanted to add this here. This is one cob of sixteen for the corn salad I made. This is pretty much how my teeth looked before I got braces in seventh grade.
party food
The rest of Saturday was dedicated to making food for Iris’s first birthday party. I ate lots of frosting. I had the leftovers from that not-so-good broccoli and sausage thing and it was actually better the second time around. For dinner, knowing we had a long night of cake baking ahead of us, we had grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches and salads-very quick.
On Sunday we had a fun party at the park for Iris because she turned one year old. I made a tortellini and asparagus salad. I should not have tried the frozen asparagus. Too stringy, too limp. I also made a corn, black bean, and tomato salad and it was pretty good.
Then there was a chocolate cake and a yellow cake and I will post photos of these. Matt and I had a lovely time together Saturday night, making these and drinking wine and feeling excited about having a little family.
Sunday morning, while I was finishing things, I think I had some toast and coffee. It was a harried time. Dinner, after the party, we had leftovers from the picnic and then of course, more cake.
Iris had her first serious sugar on her birthday. She repeatedly stuck her finger in the frosting in this dainty way and licked it off. She quickly lost interest, however. Too many balloons to stare at.
saturday
This morning Matt made French Toast with blueberries and coffee. He perfected something about this French Toast, but I wasn’t really catching on to what he was saying. But it was really good.
And now here it is 2:00 and I still haven’t eaten anything else. I’ll let you know how it goes…
Six Arms for dinner
We had dinner with three Prestons—Brooke, Gabe, and Jesse—at Six Arms and I had a hamburger and french fries and a Hammerhead. Matt spilled his Hammerhead all over my knees and the waitress brought him a new one, which I thought was very kind. I like Six Arms except I can’t really hear much; you’ve got to read lips at Six Arms.
stealing cookies from the mouths of babes
This morning I had plain yogurt with strawberries and blueberries. The fruit had been a cutting board last used for garlic. If you’ve ever been tempted to add garlic to yogurt and fruit, I would suggest you reconsider. I also had some coffee.
Iris and I traveled to Safeway this morning and we received the usual comments about how cute she is. Hard to fault people for this, really. Wearing a child on your back elicits a surprising number of comments from strangers. Most comments are welcome, but few so welcome as the one we received this morning. ”Awww. Can she have a cookie?” ”Um….sure.” ”Just go over to that case over there. The big cookies in the middle are free for kids.”
Now, seriously. You think I’m going to give a huge chocolate chunk cookie to my baby? As I like to say in our home, “cookies are for mamas.” And what a surprisingly delicious cookie this was!
Joyce and Topher were over for lunch and I made a fritatta, a salad, and bread. I didn’t make the bread, but I cut it up and baked it too long. We also had some watermelon. Joyce brought some delicious-smelling banana bread that I haven’t tried yet. Chocolate chips, no nuts, just as I like it best.
lunch, dinner
Lunch was mediocre. Quesadilla (am I spelling this wrong? It’s giving me a red line) with leftover refried beans. And Iris’s leftover plums.
Matt and I had a beer and french fries at Murphy’s in Wallingford. I read recently that one third of the vegetables that Americans eat are one of the following: potato chips, french fries, or iceberg lettuce. I cannot remember the last time I had french fries, before today. I had potato chips at my birthday party and hadn’t for at least a year prior. When you don’t eat crap like this often, it’s so, so good when you do.
For dinner I made this thing I never have before, from the America’s Test Kitchen Family Cookbook. It was pasta with sausage and roasted red pepper and broccoli. Too heavy, too salty. The latter was my fault, but I probably won’t make it again.
Red wine and coffee ice cream in the evening.
breakfast
We all ate breakfast together this morning, which was nice. Iris had a good night last night—six hours in a row!—so I was able to pop out of bed. Scrambled eggs, toast, strawberries, and water for all. Coffee for the grown-ups.
