Yesterday was such a good day.
We started it out right by whipping up some applesauce-oatmeal-zucchini muffins. Ina has reached the stage where she loves to help me cook. I hope this stage lasts the rest of her life.
Right now, I mostly let her dump and stir, even though she sticks her hands out and screams, “Hold it! Eggs! Momma, hold it!” as soon as I bring out the egg carton, but-
I’m not that crazy.
I did my first brick workout yesterday, which was about time, as the triathlon that I might sign up for is in 3 weeks.
If I had run a 5K too, I would have completed the race distance, but-
I’m not that crazy.
This week is KC local week, and in honor of that, I decided to try something new and buy some ground lamb from the nice lamb guy at the farmers market who lets Ina pet his stuffed sheep.
I made skillet moussaka and as I was eating dinner (and discussing with my mom the correct pronouncination of “moussaka”) I noticed that almost everything on my plate was from Kansas City due to the farmer’s market, my CSA, and my little garden.
All I need to do is find a place that makes brown rice pasta and mozzarella cheese, and I am set. But, I’m not that crazy.
Yet.
After dinner, Dan and Ina participated in their new post-dinner tradition. Ina points to Dan’s plate, says, “Daddy - drink!” and she laps the juice leftover from the 3 tomatoes Dan has with dinner every night.
She learned this from Dan. He does it. She does it. I don’t.
I’m not that crazy.
Have a good day!
I love that you are eating local! I feel best when I do that. ;-)
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