I recently visited some family in Southern California and went to one of my favorite cafes in Santa Monica. I love the fresh, real food and the crazy OMG-who-do-I-have-to-sucker-punch-to-get-a-table-around-here atmosphere. Plus, let’s be real – the desserts are pretty good too (Coconut Pound Cake, I’m looking at you!). But that’s not the point of the story.
Bath time. It’s fun. It’s messy. Some kids love it. And some kids really (really) hate it. I like bath time, but I also find it challenging when there are a bunch of little ones around.
In one of my previous posts, I shared with you my horror of learning about what I was actually putting onto my family’s plates: processed human hair. Gross!
Now that I have removed the offending “not-food” from my pantry, I have to ensure that when I shop, I shop clean and buy real food. And I need a foolproof system in place to do so given that I shop with a cart full of preschoolers.
Hello again! It’s been a while since I last posted. Due to the California deluge, many people have been indoors most of the time, which has resulted in everyone in my family taking turns getting sick multiple times (including yours truly). I guess we are just really good at sharing. Maybe I should cut back on the “sharing is good” lecture I give my kids whenever there is a quarrel or just add in a caveat…hmm…
In any case, I am still scarred from eating hairy bagels and have been working on cleaning my pantry. This task has been surprisingly easy and difficult simultaneously.
I was buying a bag of freshly baked bagels from a store the other day when I decided to flip over the package and read the ingredients. I had recently read some of Michael Pollan’s books on “real food” verses “processed food” and was pretty confident that these freshly baked bagels were fine. That is until I noticed that the bagels in the bag in my hand seemed unusually soft and pliable today. Maybe I just happened to pick them up right after they were baked? Upon reading the ingredients, I found several I didn’t recognize. Ahh, it’s fine, I told myself. These are probably just fancy names for baking soda or something … right?
Neither my husband nor I started out loving veggies. Years ago, words like “kale” or “brussels sprouts” would send shivers down our spines. That has changed. Now we love roasted brussels sprouts and frequently add kale to our soups and smoothies. And our young kids love eating them too (cue birdsong and waterfall sound effects). So, how did we get here?
Have you ever noticed how when you have an appointment with someone who has a 2-month waitlist and charges you $75 to cancel an appointment, you always keep the appointment even when the unexpected creeps up no matter what?
This happened to me the other day. I had a new-patient appointment with a doctor who has a very long waitlist. The afternoon before my long-awaited appointment, my boss says, “Hey, I know your calendar says you’re busy, but we need to move our client meeting to <exactly when my appointment was>.”