11 posts tagged “food”
Y'all know what a good little eater Hazel is, right? Normally I fix her food and hand her the spoon. My job is basically done at that point; she can feed herself until just a smear is left on her plate. She does make some messes, particularly with food falling down onto (and under, somehow) her pants legs, so I get baby girl totally undressed before eating.
Fall here is something to behold. Lasting for only a fleeting moment, the trees turn shades that have inspired poets, musicians, and artists for centuries. Amos took a school trip to Plattsburgh last year, and ever since he's talked about driving to this certain point along the way, where there are little waterfalls and a gorgeous view. Today, with the warmer 55 degree weather, we dropped all our work and jetted off. These are the kinds of trips I like the best; Amos and I both have so much work to do, we hadn't eaten lunch, but we knew that if we didn't grab the incentive and just GO we would never have the time. I only made time to grab my knitting, camera, and some milk for Hazel, and we took the afternoon off.
I have finally, in the midst of all the reading & typing & cooking & not showering I've been doing, edited all the pictures from Hazel's birthday party.
I don't know what's gotten into me lately. Maybe it's some belated nesting instinct, but I have been very interested in cooking all kinds of things. Amos and I sort of share dinner duty, and these days I make most of Hazel's baby food, but my interests have been leaning towards preserving food and canning. My grandmother has canned for longer than I've been alive, but I never paid much attention as a child. Now I wish I had, but it's better to start now than to keep wishing she would mail box after box of canned vegetables up my way! So I just jumped right in and made it myself, and it turned out pretty good! Plus, it actually did seal, which is awesome. I immediately tried to can some green beans after these came out of the pressure cooker, and not a jar of those sealed. I'm going to keep working on it, of course. I made these today, though they aren't canned, just in jars:
I miss my apartment when I'm gone. I realize that I love my books, my cameras, all my stuff. That includes Amos and Hazel. I arrived back from Portland yesterday morning, about 11.30 am. My flights went from 6.30 pm the night before, all the way basically non-stop until getting to Syracuse at about 10 am or so. Yesterday was a blur of getting home, trying to find something to eat (I refuse to pay airport prices and hadn't eaten since about 11.30 am the previous day), and taking a quickie nap & bath before Hazel's dinner & bath. I missed her so much.
Late-night snack last night: chocolate biscotti.
Since my pregnancy began, and especially since I had the baby, I have been trying to steadily get healthier. At the beginning of the pregnancy I quit smoking (and have not started back, either), gave up wild, late nights, and kept any junk food indulgences to a minimum. I didn't eat that much junky stuff before, but my eating habits have always been rather erratic, sometimes going all day without anything to a huge dinner, or eating the same few things for weeks at a time - basically just weird and probably not letting my body take full advantage of anything good I did eat. Over the past few years, even, I've managed to cut out most of the processed food that I liked as a kid, and in the past two years I have made a concerted, conscious effort to cut out ALL fast food, even when I'm in a hurry. It doesn't always work, of course, but I'm also learning not to beat myself up when I do slip up.
This is what my husband does on his days off.
