Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
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9.14.2009
a tribute to mom & campbell's soup
I had a revelation last Friday. As I was laying on the couch, drenched in sweat from a fever triggered by a "viral upper-respiratory infection" and basking in all those other fun symptoms a virus can bring, all that I could think was "I want to be 10 again! I want my mom to be here, smothering me with medicine and blankets and hands on the forehead checking for signs of fever." I began to regret all those days growing up that I was rude to my mom while she hovered over my sick body and nursed me back to health. In those days, when I got sick, I could BE sick. No obligations, no wondering who's going to take care of the baby, clean the dishes, take the dog out, make dinner, bla bla bla - NOTHING. Just me, the couch, a tv, and my ever attentive nurse, MOM! I would have given almost anything to travel back and hear the clanking of the spoon against a bowl of Homestyle Chicken Noodle Soup, as she walked down the stairs into the den where I always rested. She brought me blankets, magazines, movies, cleaned puke off my clothes, dissolved my medicine tablets when I was too much of a sissy to swallow them whole, and made sure to have my favorite snacks on hand. Now I'm a mom and am quickly realizing that even when my body feels like every last ounce of energy has been tackled, I still have to get up off the couch and carry on. I'm sure that's exactly how she felt, though she never showed it.
So many things we take for granted as children and even adults and, often, never truly appreciate them until they're gone. So here's to Homestyle Chicken Noodle Soup... thanks Mom!
So many things we take for granted as children and even adults and, often, never truly appreciate them until they're gone. So here's to Homestyle Chicken Noodle Soup... thanks Mom!
8.17.2009
on the menu for sully (all fresh, all organic, all made with love by mommy):
sweet potatoes w/ cinnamon
zucchini
squash
butternut squash
baked apples w/ cinnamon (applesauce)
pears
peaches
avocado w/ cilantro & lime (baby guacamole)
bananas
blueberries
yogurt
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on the menu for me & john:
2 plane tickets bound for washington dc to visit my bff, the weekend of labor day. yipee!
sweet potatoes w/ cinnamon
zucchini
squash
butternut squash
baked apples w/ cinnamon (applesauce)
pears
peaches
avocado w/ cilantro & lime (baby guacamole)
bananas
blueberries
yogurt
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on the menu for me & john:
2 plane tickets bound for washington dc to visit my bff, the weekend of labor day. yipee!
8.05.2009
8.03.2009
john and i made a pact this weekend to give up ground beef. no ground beef for one month (atleast). instead we will opt for chicken, turkey, salmon, and all of ground beef's other healthy friends. it will probably be more of a challenge for john who has gotten in the habit of swinging in for a fast food burger in the rush of his day. although mom did call last night to say she will be making a big pot of her fabulous spagetthi & meatballs when i'm home this weekend (my favorite, favorite)... hopefully she loves me enough to sub in some ground turkey. :)
on the menu tonight: italian sald, baked salmon with lemon, & green beans - yum, yum
on the menu tonight: italian sald, baked salmon with lemon, & green beans - yum, yum
7.27.2009
'naners about my baby
This weekend, I made the ultimate mommy sacrifice...
and it involved the big b word. BANANA!
As most of you know, I have a dis-taste for bananas. I'm not even sure if distaste is the appropriate word; it's more like a strong loathing. I cringe when I pass them in the grocery store. I can sniff a peel out of the trash can from amazing distances. I don't like yellow cars because they remind me of bananas and I couldn't sing that stupid Gwen Stefani song "it's bananas b-a-n-a-n-a-s" without getting queasy. Ugh! I'm feeling nauseous just typing this blog.
So i've become a nut about making Sully's baby food. I like the idea of knowing that he is nourished by fresh produce, straight from the local stand to my food processor and into his growing belly. As much as I don't like them, I know that bananas are important for a little fellow, so on Saturday I headed to the store and cautiously entered "that aisle", the one i've never gone on before, and selected a nice bunch of organic bananas. It's wierd putting something into your cart that you have so adamantly detested your entire life. At any rate, there we are, me and my arch nemesis strolling the aisles of the grocery store together.
I got home with the 'nanas, popped Sully up on the counter to witness my selfless act of love, pulled them out of their plastic bag and proceeded. I started peeling the bananas and thought "this isn't too bad". I rather enjoyed the way it felt to pull the peel off, like a stress reliever. And the smell was minimal. I sliced them in pieces, tossed the rounds into the processor and thought how proud I was of myself. Food processor ready and turned on - I'M DOING IT!That wasn't nearly as bad as I anticipated. I was just before patting myself on the back (yes! I do that) when the fumes began to seep out into my nostrils. I took the lid off of the processor. Mixed between the blades was the mushiest dull yellow glob of mess - similar in appearance to something I won't mention. My stomach rolled and I threw up in my mouth a little. It took me 10 minutes to fill the freezer trays with the processed contents. Pour one - gag in the living room. Pour one - gag in the living room. You get the picture. It took an additional 20 minutes before my stomach felt right again.
Needless to say, Sully didn't eat bananas on Saturday. He got avocado and apples instead. We'll save the frozen cubes of banana for another day. Sully, if you're older and reading this, let it serve as a reminder of just how much mommy loves you because you are the ONLY person I will ever do that for. xoxo!
and it involved the big b word. BANANA!
As most of you know, I have a dis-taste for bananas. I'm not even sure if distaste is the appropriate word; it's more like a strong loathing. I cringe when I pass them in the grocery store. I can sniff a peel out of the trash can from amazing distances. I don't like yellow cars because they remind me of bananas and I couldn't sing that stupid Gwen Stefani song "it's bananas b-a-n-a-n-a-s" without getting queasy. Ugh! I'm feeling nauseous just typing this blog.
So i've become a nut about making Sully's baby food. I like the idea of knowing that he is nourished by fresh produce, straight from the local stand to my food processor and into his growing belly. As much as I don't like them, I know that bananas are important for a little fellow, so on Saturday I headed to the store and cautiously entered "that aisle", the one i've never gone on before, and selected a nice bunch of organic bananas. It's wierd putting something into your cart that you have so adamantly detested your entire life. At any rate, there we are, me and my arch nemesis strolling the aisles of the grocery store together.
I got home with the 'nanas, popped Sully up on the counter to witness my selfless act of love, pulled them out of their plastic bag and proceeded. I started peeling the bananas and thought "this isn't too bad". I rather enjoyed the way it felt to pull the peel off, like a stress reliever. And the smell was minimal. I sliced them in pieces, tossed the rounds into the processor and thought how proud I was of myself. Food processor ready and turned on - I'M DOING IT!That wasn't nearly as bad as I anticipated. I was just before patting myself on the back (yes! I do that) when the fumes began to seep out into my nostrils. I took the lid off of the processor. Mixed between the blades was the mushiest dull yellow glob of mess - similar in appearance to something I won't mention. My stomach rolled and I threw up in my mouth a little. It took me 10 minutes to fill the freezer trays with the processed contents. Pour one - gag in the living room. Pour one - gag in the living room. You get the picture. It took an additional 20 minutes before my stomach felt right again.
Needless to say, Sully didn't eat bananas on Saturday. He got avocado and apples instead. We'll save the frozen cubes of banana for another day. Sully, if you're older and reading this, let it serve as a reminder of just how much mommy loves you because you are the ONLY person I will ever do that for. xoxo!
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