it has been so long since i put any pictures up and i am feeling seriously guilty. i am sure you all are sick and tired of all these words and just want to hang out and look at a baby smile again. sorry about that. i shall try to get my act together in time for tomorrow. or, perhaps, early next week. meanwhile lets visit this nice smiling baby even thought it isn’t that recent:
grin and belly pudge courtesy of chickpea
we had a lovely friend of ours over for brunch today. he is one of those people that is not married with kids yet but you can already see what a great father he will be when it happens for him. and he is easy to be around and talk to. flash has known him for a long time and i feel right at home with him which isn’t always the case with me. sometimes i can be a little freakish and awkward. i know, you never would have guessed right?
it was nice to hang around, enjoy some food, enjoy my children and watch someone else enjoy my children, and not be thinking about everything i need to get done. i am fairly certain this is the whole point of that “dirty house is a life well lived” quote. it doesn’t mean its cool to have a dirty house and spend more time reading blogs. it means, it is cool to have a dirty house and spend more time outside playing with your kids while peppering your hours with a little adult conversation here and there. and, eating a lot of good food. fresh fruit, bagels, eggs, bacon, more fruit, bread pudding, and iced tea.
speaking of good food. i made about 13 tons of the tikka masala last night. enough for us to have two dinners out of it with the chicken i made and then two more times worth of the sauce to throw chickpeas in for dinner some other time. so the freezer is stocked with tikka masala, baby. i figured, as long as i was doing it, go for the gold. kind of like the olden days when i thought i was going to be the type of person who pull off a regular big cook like gohan/cakeissweet/my lovely sister in law does. in the name of all things holy i did cook my little tush off last night. not only did i cook enough tikka masala for a small army of nursing mothers but i also made up a batch of radish leaf pesto which i froze in an ice cube tray a la homemade baby food puree for future use. it is a firey little pesto if my finger dip taste test is to be trusted but i didn’t actually eat any yet.
gohan/cakeissweet/my lovely sister in law asked me if i was taking blow by blow pictures of all this cooking and i had to laugh her off. it was all i could do to accomplish the cooking during witching hour home alone with both kids. i would have been much smarter to do it in the morning, but, alas, i didn’t have any food at that point and i was dragging the kidlets around the grocery store in a mad dash to get home before lunch time and naptime. we were late of course and everyone was tired and crashing including me. i cannot wait until the pea is ready to move to one nap. seriously, two naps is nice and all but there is not time to do anything that is not also a meal time or dangerously close to a meal time.
anyway, i think g/cis/mlsil just asked because she so amazingly put up a fantastic looking recipe on her blog the other day, pioneer woman style, with great pics and everything up the wazoo, for contraband kimchi fried rice. go, learn, drool, cook, and for the love of woowoo mama share! i haven’t had time to get to my kimchi source yet so thus far the recipe just taunts me from afar. a very very far. hey, cakeissweet, why do you guys live so far away?!
i love cooking. in fact, i love it so much i have taken over i’d say ninety eight percent of the cooking that goes on around here. flash also likes to cook and asked me the other day, “do i get to start cooking again sometime?” i love the fact that i am married to someone who also has a passion for food and cooking. the drawback is that somehow we do not cook well together and so it is an either or thing. when he is around and i have the chance to cook something without also juggling the kids i really want to take it. so often, i take over dinner and ask him to be the person doing the parenting. perhaps we should start splitting up the weekend so we each get a night of cooking and a night of playing pre-dinner hour without also trying to cook. me thinks i might have just stumbled upon an idea.
right now the bean is sitting on the couch completely in the nude with a bowl of cashews in his lap which he is happily munching. it is too much. the cuteness factor is over the moon. i, on the other hand, am still several pounds above my optimal weight and i am bouncing on the ball while wearing chickpea in lovely eva (i know shocking news) and eating way more than my fair share of terra kettle, sea salt & pepper, krinkle cut potato chips. not only am i not losing weight…i am basically just painting it on here. oh well. another day another day.
this seems as good a place as any to end this long winded post and let you all get back to your own lives. if you made it this far that is. i had thought i was just going to throw up a few brief points but as always, i am just too wordy. or words-y as the title says.
hasta la pasta peoples. happy living.
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