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I love me some pepper jelly. When I don't make my own, I pick some up from Spring Valley Farm and Orchard, the first veggie stand at the Dupont Farmers Market. Recently, I had a brilliant idea: add pepper jelly to grilled cheese. Forget about peanut butter and chocolate. Instead consider the combination of cheese and pepper jelly, fried, on a sandwich. It's madness, or as Sophia Grace would say, "it's brilliant."
That is all.
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Since I knew I would spend a lot of time in Josie's nursery --sitting, singing, soothing--I required a comfortable chair. The problem with nursery gliders are that most of them are dumpy and unattractive. I wanted a pretty chair that could serve as starship baby, a command center I could sit in comfortably for hours. After what seemed like an eternity shopping around, I finally found one I liked at Pink and Brown, "an organic trendy children's boutique" in Old Town Alexandria. Those are not fake quotes. As in, their words, not mine. The store is absurd. I say absurd, not because of their tagline (which is absurd), but because the store is absurdly expensive. But also, they sell absurdly cute things, like onsies so tiny a medium sized pear would complain it was too tight.
Wait, why am I talking about baby stuff again? I'm getting to the food part, soon, I swear.
Continue reading "Olio, An Olive Oil Tasting Room (Plus Planning Josie's Nursery)" »
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The smorgasbord is over. It's been a 39 days since I gave birth. And after 9 months of gaining weight--a whopping 45 pounds--the jig is up. Yes, that's right. Forty. Five. Pounds. Surprise! That's what happens when you lay in bed and eat a steady diet of pasta with butter and cheese.
Post birth, my friends and family spoiled us, dropping off dish after dish. They just kept coming. Not wanting to offend anyone I ate every delicious bite. I. had. to. eat. it. all. I just had to. Not to mention there was no time to cook. No time to shower. No time to [insert any adult related activity here].
Despite the family and friends cook for you diet, about 25 pounds of my weight gain just disappeared...slid off or out of my body. The remaining twenty? No so much. I can see that it wants to hang around. Literally. It's time to get back to moderation and some exercise. But, before I make like Jennifer Hudson, how about a some creamy pasta, a so-called last supper? In other famous last diet words: I'll start tomorrow!
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