So while it has been nerve wracking and awful at times, trying to figure out what to feed everyone (Todd doesn’t like coconut, Seth doesn’t like anything), I have to admit it is quite gratifying to see my children gobbling up lentil soup for breakfast. Reaching for apples rather than cereal bars for snacks. Seth is eating so much more than he ever would before, now that his options are narrowed and sugar and grains aren’t in the picture.
And I am working hard! But I’m finding my way. In another month it will be easier, once I’ve got my system down.
This week I was reading through some of Riley’s writing for a class she’s taking and she was asked to list some of our family traditions. One of them was Thanksgiving and it went like this:
“We watch the parade, and then go over to someone’s house to eat.”
“Someone’s” house. Certainly not our house!
Isn’t that hilarious? At 43 I have never hosted a big holiday meal. I get hives just thinking about it. I’m not a natural in the kitchen. Timing is hard for me. Getting everything to be done at the same time. I am a mess, sweating. Harried. I can hardly handle just the four of us, sitting down to a typical evening meal.
It’d be a lot more fun and sexy if I were paid for all this cooking. Then again, this morning, my sweet Riley took a bite of a Paleo bread I made. It was just out of the oven, slathered in butter. She sighed, and kissed me on the cheek and said, “You are a great cook Mom!”
This girl never kissed me ’til she was seven or eight.
There ain’t money enough for that.
*Thanks to Melinda who not only had us over for Thanksgiving last year, but also gave me the recipe for the kiss-provoking bread. xo