When Kale came into the scene I admit I was obsessed. And guess what? That has not subsided. I eat kale at least three times a week. It‚Äôs my favorite green! And I consider quinoa as my savior. Though I understand it‚Äôs nothing new since everyone already knows about it.
This is a simple and healthy meal. And for those mommies who don‚Äôt like to cook everyday, this will last you for several days! The resulting dish had an earthy savoriness that left me craving it the entire week.
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Did Ray Allen really waive off the guy with the championship trophy as he stepped onto the three point line and help us clinch a seventh game which would ultimately win us the (2013) championship? Yes, he did. My husband still can‚Äôt forgive the Comcast guy who came to change our box and thus erased said game. You know Miamians- we are big talkers, usually loud, throw in a ‚Äúbro‚ÄĚ or two and you have a people, yes fickle at times with our sports teams but feeling oh too deeply when we win big or lose. But let‚Äôs not talk about the latter.
One of our goals for the blog is to create a space to collaborate with other moms. This week, we are thrilled to feature Kathleen,¬†or, as she is dearly known to us on Instragram, @ababygrowsinbrooklyn. Her food photography is clean and wholesome, leaving you inspired. And bonus! Her healthy and creative meals are all toddler approved! We sat down with her to chat about all things food.
So I don‚Äôt feel like a complete fraud‚Ä¶I am no cook. I, however, made it my New Year‚Äôs Resolution to learn a few dishes from my father and mother-in-law who are amazing cooks. Here is one of the first recipes I have learned from my father, who I lovingly call ‚Äúpapi,‚ÄĚ but he doesn‚Äôt like the nickname. In Basque culture, we say ‚ÄúAita‚ÄĚ for dad‚Ä¶not papa, papi, or any other variation. So, obviously papi is my favorite nickname for him.
The holidays are over and I‚Äôm not only relieved, I‚Äôm also looking forward to slowing down for the next several months and focus on my perennial to-do list, like developing pictures of Ishaan, framing them, and taking family portraits. Some things are definitive while others are more ambiguous to me. For example, how do I incorporate writing back into my life with a consistency that makes me feel good about myself without taking time away from my son or disrupting his life? Hopefully I have an answer to this conundrum soon.¬†