Friday, April 10, 2015
An awesome little lady is about to turn one! One! Cue all sorts of "I don't know where the time went" cliches. In all honesty, it felt like time stood still during the 3 a.m. wake-ups and the great stomach plague of January. But I recently came across a blurry iPhone video of Little Lady's first gummy grin and I cannot believe that tiny creature is now almost walking, shoveling food in her mouth, and grabbing toys from her big brother. Watch out world!
I'm in the midst of planning a cute little birthday party to celebrate this sweet girl (and also, to celebrate the fact that we survived). I'm going for Pinterest perfect meets backyard casual but am also trying to be realistic and accept that I may be at Party City the night before, frantically throwing party supplies into my cart because well, life. I imagine it'll be a scene from one of those Black Friday shopping clips where I'll be running people over with my cart and making a general fool of myself. Needless to say, the perfect theme will be a wishful thing of the past. Princess items? Sure! Monster trucks? Um, ok! Teletubbies? Fine! Wait, are Teletubbies still a thing?
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
One of my favorite spots in San Francisco is the Ferry Building. Even though it's right next to the frantic bustle of the Financial District, there's something lovely and calming about the sprawling building and soaring clock tower. The building is perched on the edge of the water with fantastic views of the Bay Bridge and the soaring high rise buildings in the downtown core. Inside the building, famous local restaurants and vendors have set up shop selling fresh Acme bread, Cowgirl Creamery cheese, and diet smashing Miette baked goods. A few times a week, the Ferry Building is home to a lovely farmer's market filled with farm fresh produce and really neat prepared foods.
This month's Blogger CLUE theme was spring vegetables and I did a crazy awkward fist pump when I saw the Ferry Building Farmer's Market was in session. I rushed over with zero idea of what I was going to make but I knew the farmer's market would be the perfect place for inspiration. I came back with tons of fresh produce, a bottle of kombucha that promised health, laughter, and no more grey hairs, and oh, possibly a macaron or two.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Last Wednesday morning, I ate a bag of fruit snacks for breakfast. Not as a post-breakfast dessert, but as the breakfast main course. In my defense, they were Annie's Organic Bunnies (the berry flavor 'cause you know you were wondering). In between doling out spoonfuls of oatmeal to the babies and frantically blow drying my hair to look a bit less like a bird's nest, I actually think it lucky I ate at all. Needless to say, we're still trying to perfect our weekday morning routine where everyone leaves the house on time and with a belly full of real food. Oh, and wearing matching socks because heck, we have high standards 'round here.
But weekends? Weekends are when my breakfast game shines (and there are no fruit snacks in sight). I love me a great weekend breakfast so much, I actually start talking it up from Thursday night. I generally lead with asking Little Man, "Who wants Donald Duck pancakes this weekend?" And lest you think that our pancake batter skills are awesome, you should know that Donald Duck pancakes refers to a Donald Duck cartoon where he makes a billion, you guessed it, pancakes. Besides pancakes, the weekend breakfast always includes some form of potatoes.
So when I saw that this month's Blogger CLUE theme was potatoes, I was stoked. Almost as stoked as if the theme were fruit snacks. I kid. Sort of. I hopped on over to my blog buddy Kelli's blog and started my search for the perfect potato recipe. If you're not familiar with Kelli's Kitchen, I definitely recommend you check it out. Kelli shares down-home recipes and is an expert at canning, a skill she learned from her nana. Having canned a grand total of once, I'm always in awe of folks who are able to regularly stock their pantries with delicious home-canned goods.