Melting Cherry Tomatoes with Salmon


Good morning friends! We are in the middle of a facelift over here and I greatly appreciate your patience while we make all of the necessary changes! Now, about that salmon:

Every sunday, pre-baby and pro-free time, I would plug in my headphones, make a game plan, and get in a ‘cooking zone’. By the end of the day, I had a couple of dishes for the week and an ‘elaborate’ Sunday dinner. I would sink into the couch at 9 o’clock, put my feet up, and be completely exhausted and satisfied at the same time.

Those days are gone but I still enjoy making a game plan and ‘plugging in’ for 30 minutes to enjoy the perfect spring/summertime meal.

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Meringue Wednesday

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I’m currently referring to my mother as, ‘the nice lady’. After this weekend, that’s how I imagine C sees her Indian grandmother. I let my mom put C down for a nap one day and 20 minutes later they were out by the pool. Not napping, clearly. Apparently, my mom couldn’t stand the crying and Grandma’s can’t be bad guys.

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Every year, on the first day of Spring, my friend’s sweet husband brings her flowers. They’re not just ANY grocery store flowers, they’re Mark’s Garden Flowers… which are just the most beautiful flowers on earth. Isn’t that the sweetest thing? I melted for her. Every husband should follow suit, I’m convinced.

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Dinner: A Love Story

Dinner: A Love Story was one of the first blogs I read about 6 years ago. I was so intrigued by their methods to get their children to eat, their writing, and the beautiful birthday cakes they would make their daughter. All of their rituals seemed to create a beautiful, family, tv show in my head.

I had completely forgotten about it until I stumbled on a post from ‘Miss Melange‘ on the book. It made me want to curl up with a book and just read, read, read.

We always had family dinner when I was growing up. It was nice to have a place to ‘talk’ with no phones, tv’s, or computer screens staring us in the face. Okay, it wasn’t nice when I had to pry away from my friends on ‘im’ but I was happy when I sat down (typical).

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I can still remember what a pain it was to take out the four different salad dressings we had to have on the table to satisfy everyone’s tastes, my dad criticizing the fact that one of us forgot to set out the salt and pepper, and my mom telling me I put the fork and knife on the wrong side of the plate. I still haven’t learned that last one, my husband corrects me now.

My mom would make chicken breasts stuffed with muenster cheese, top it with a sage cream sauce, and pair it with egg noodles. I envision her cooking in a kitchen like I see Hermione Granger whisking her wand around Hogwarts like she’s a seventh year. (I’m a HP fan, obviously) Just thinking about her food makes me weak at the knees.  Mother, please move closer to me. Pronto.

Even if dinner together came with an extra set of chores we did them by dancing around the kitchen to ‘Aint No Mountain High Enough’ by the Temptations. Apparently, we liked to pretend we were characters in the movie, ‘Stepmom’ with Julia Roberts and Susan Sarandon (If you haven’t seen it, I’m sorry.)

Someday my little nugget will stop throwing her homemade baby food all over the kitchen and we will clean the kitchen together while singing Taylor Swift at the top of our lungs. Oh, I’m getting excited.

I’ll end it there and leave you with a quote from Dinner: A Love Story that Miss Melange also posted:

I was starting to shape a theory about dinner. I found that if I was eating well, there was a good chance I was living well, too. I found that when I prioritized dinner, a lot of things seemed to fall into place: We worked more effectively to get out of [work] on time, we dedicated time and place to unload whatever was annoying us about work and everything else, and we spent less money by cooking our own food, which meant we never felt guilty about treating ourselves to dinner out on the weekend. And perhaps most important, the simple act of carving out the ritual- a delicious homemade ritual- gave everyday purpose and meaning, no matter what else was going on in our lives.


Because I have a minute…


It’s a balmy 73 degrees and gloomy instead of the usual 91 degrees and sunny. I don’t want to be awake. I opened my eyes at 5:30 this morning to my husband saying, ‘ugh it’s raining.’ I closed them again with the hope that my non sleeping daughter would remain asleep until… i don’t know… 9, if I’m lucky. That never happens.

Let’s count the day’s low points today. It’s not very positive but what the heck. It’s only 2 o’clock.

1. Tried to feed C some banana… she ate none of it but she had a blast throwing it in my hair.

2. Tried to buy my favorite filtered water pitcher at Williams Sonoma (so I can stop polluting the earth with water bottles) but they don’t carry it anymore. I went to Macy’s but they don’t sell water pitchers -period.

3. Made a new version of my ‘banana cookies’, they were deeee-licious. C loved them so much she took my favorite ‘blog worthy’ one and crushed it into pieces with her cute little hands. I wasn’t even mad.


4. A complete stranger touched my baby. I’m sorry, please don’t touch my baby.

5. I realized how rude that sounds but someone out there must understand… someone.

Always end on a positive note…

-Keeping Up With The Kardashians started again. They look like different people this season but the drama is still there so I  watch. Don’t make fun, it’s my guilty pleasure. That and the mac and cheese from Whole Foods hot bar that I snuck a few bites from yesterday. It’s not gluten free, dairy free, or healthy for that matter but it reminds me of my childhood and I loved my childhood. Thanks mom and dad.

-Speaking of mom and dad… Ma familia is coming into town and my sister turned 17 yesterday. Birthday’s make me want to bake a cake… a big massive beautiful cake. My mother is basically the queen of cakes… at least I think she is anyway.

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Doesn’t it make you want to abandon all dietary restrictions you have and have a slice? or two? I would probably have two. I’m only human.


-Cakes make me think of my grandmother. She used to bake us cakes and put money in them. We all hoped to get the slice with the quarter inside (I feel like there were also dollar bills involved but I’m not sure how she pulled that off)….Yes, I know ‘that doesn’t seem very sanitary’ but who worries about sanitation when there is money involved and you’re under the age of 10? Or 26 for that matter.

-That’s the first time i’ve written my age down since my birthday. I am old. But that’s okay.

-I had a super yummy salad today for lunch. It made up for the mac and cheese I ate (see above). Composed of spinach, carrots, sweet potato, blueberries, and broccoli sprouts, I topped it off decadently with a fried egg-over easy. Everything is better with a fried egg…

I’m off to call my mother and force her to bake these ‘what-cha-ma-call-it banana things’ I made this morning. They taste so good but what’s a cookie without a name?

talk to you later.

p.s. my husband just got home and apparently it didn’t rain this morning and he never said anything about rain. I must’ve been dreaming. xx