Wednesday, December 11, 2019

All About That Brie

It came to be that I found myself starving one afternoon.  As I mulled over what I might consume, a vision of a half-wedge of brie shimmered into my mind (or shimmied-- you pick).  And I felt the thrill of excitement flutter deep inside that is unique to the prospect of having some brie.   It is delicious and I only really eat it during the holidays so it's a special time indeed. 

I found that piece, along with some Nutthins, my new favorite crackers.   As I stood there, spreading the brie the best I could (it's best room temp but who can wait that long or have the foresight?) I made the important and brave decision to just finish it to the end.

The beginning and middle of brie-eating is glorious.  The white rind, bursting with creamy-centered goodness, plentiful for all, never to run out. Until you eat it all and you find yourself in that last phase of brie-eating, the phase less-heralded, not really talked about among friends.  The kind of brie-eating kept to oneself in the privacy of one's home, usually done in solitude, in silence.  I felt a shift within myself and what was once only rapture was now replaced with loathing, shame, self-demeaning. Patheticism.  It was then that Sean descended the stairs into the kitchen and found me in my moment of shame, scraping at the rind, trying to separate it from the cheese but not doing a very good job, and then not caring and eating some rind.   

"Nothing, I don't know!" I hastily exclaimed, feeling caught in the act, totally busted in my embarrassing behavior. 

Sean laughed and repeated the sentiment he had said many times before about the degradation one finds oneself in at the end of the eating of the brie, but was always met with blank stares.  How one never knows when to call it and throw the rind away.  For the brie is so good but the demoralizing feelings increase with every scrape and pick at the last remnants of cheese.  Until you are pathetically spreading pea-sized blobs of cheese onto your cracker or worse, eating it straight with your fingers. Or worse still, scraping at it with your teeth.  Perverting the good intentions and creation of brie-makers everywhere.  I thought I had been expressing my devotion, my commitment and perhaps courage, by decided to eat it to the end. But now, I told him, I felt like I was digging in the trash for scraps. He nodded, knowing all too well. He has mentioned this several times but I had forgotten.  "Yes," he said somberly, quietly. "You forget this part of it."    Disgusted yet humbled, I decided to whisper a swift "thanks" to the brie for being SO GOOD, salvaged whatever self-respect I still had,  and threw the rest of the rind in the trash.  I mean talk about courage.

And that's my experience.  May you have better luck than I on your next brie-eating. 

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Xmas Quote: Uncomfortable

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just don’t feel comfortable sitting on some guy’s lap.”


Monday, December 09, 2019

Midnight Grinch

Last night before going to sleep, Sean and I heard a huge CRASH! Wide-eyed, we looked at each other, simultaneously thinking that could have been only one thing.   Sure enough, as we tiptoed down the stairs, we beheld the tree, felled: 

It had fallen.  Luckily, the ottoman and orange chair seemed to have broken its fall.  Many ornaments had come off and were scattered over the soft velvet chair.  But water was everywhere.  Yay for the year we chose to get a live tree! But it's fine, it could have been worse.  We spent some time mopping up, throwing the skirt into the drier, trying to figure out what went wrong, how to wrestle it back up and stabilize it so it doesn't happen again in the future.  As this took place, with Sean holding the tree at a good 55 degree angle, a glass ornament fell and shattered at his bare feet.  NO! Ha ha ha.  We laughed and he stood while I swept up the shards and sharp particles of invisible glass dust.  Finally we righted it, adjusted it, adjusted it some more, tightened it, and called it good.  How do we think this happened? What could have caused this nighttime disaster?  My one and only theory:

I was going to photoshop a grinch hat (which i guess is just a Santa hat) onto her but a) I'm feeling pretty lazy right now and b) she actually doesn't hate Christmas. In fact, I'd say she LOVES it, especially the tree.   A little too hard, it would appear.  Last Christmas as a new Christmas kitten she would hide in it all the time.  This year she is always batting ornaments and wrestling around it, fighting off something sinister and invisible.  But she seems to be always doing some kind of ceremonial tree dance around it.  If we catch her doing it she starts and scrambles up immediately and scampers out of sight like she really did NOT mean to be seen doing that.  So I can only imagine what kind of midnight seance took place last night.  I gave her a stern talking to and then scooped her up and nuzzled her as part of my reprimand. 

Epilogue: The lint I pulled out after drying the tree skirt was the most beautiful red ball of fluff I've ever seen.  I think I may shape it into an ornament or decoration of some kind.  So festive!

Sunday, December 08, 2019


I think Julian is adopting some of the same loves that I carry and I don't want to jinx it.  Writing, reading, these are really big deals for him right now.  Among those is a predilection for lists.  Sean was using some old cardboard to wrap up up a large, oblong appliance-thing, (yes, because Sean has magical powers wielding cardboard to do whatever he wants) and I noticed some lists written on it that delighted me greatly:

and even better: 

That last one does me in every time.  I love him so much.

Saturday, December 07, 2019

Xmas Quotes: Songs

Sean is often busting out with things that surprise me.  As illustrated by this post from a couple of days ago.  I'm still sort of recovering from that.  In fact, as we were working on Christmas cards last night, Julian said, "I kind of see myself as a Christmas card. Like how Dad sees himself as an apple pie."  He then explained how he envisions himself being folded, written on, stuffed and stamped and sent out into the world handed from person to person to person until received by a stranger. Yes, how you're feeling right now is how I often feel after hearing things said by these two.

 Anyway, Sean's music style is often a surprise to me. Sometimes I think I have a vague idea of the kind of music he likes and then he presents something to me so new and to some degree surprising, I start to question whether I really know him at all.  For example, Julian and I came into the room one day, bemused to witness Sean listening to Moana all by himself, because he just likes it. Nobody else cares. I don't think Sean even particularly loves the movie. He just likes the music I guess. And then when I thought about this, I remembered other times where Sean has expressed some preference for Disney songs.  He's kind of a singing Disney princess at heart.

Another example:

This morning I was sitting on the couch reading* and the echo dot made a weird noise out of nowhere.  Startled and a little concerned, I said, "Alexa, what was that?"  In response, she inexplicably started playing the Willy Wonka song "Pure Imagination" and I was a little bit like, what in the fudge. I let her play it though and was at the sink when Sean came downstairs,  amused at my seemingly random song choice (which is ironic) and I explained to him what happened and that I was quite mystified.   He then said, "Well, I ask Alexa to play this at least three times a week, so maybe that has something to do with it."   Once again, I'm left with more questions than answers.

*Not really. I was waiting for the cat to sit on my lap and brought a book just in case, to give me something to do.

And now with Christmas music in particular:

Elvis' "Blue Christmas" came on the station and he said,

"This is my second favorite Christmas song." 

Thinking that a fairly random and obscure pick, I said, "What? It is?"

"Yes. First is "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" from Home Alone.  I sing those songs all year, like when I'm digging a hole for a tree.  Doop doop..." 

And I find myself continuously amused, learning new things every day.

Friday, December 06, 2019

Christmas Game

Here's a fun game.  I'm going to post a bunch of pictures and your challenge is to guess what happened to me.  Last pic is a clue.  Good luck and hey, have fun.






Thursday, December 05, 2019

The Trees If You Please

My main goal in my life right now is to just enjoy it.  This year has been a big one for me and I've experienced a lot of growth.  It makes sense. Things should always be changing.  But many things were not so fun or easy so that when things are good, I really seize them and squeeze them and hold them as long as I can. And that's what I'm doing now.  Julian is at such a magical age. He's gone through some hardship of his own which he's learned from and has helped him develop into just the most amazing kid. I admire him so much.   It's so fun to have a kid who now has memories.  The traditions we intentionally or unintentionally created now mean something. They are extra important.  He can reminisce. The memories are now his.  I contemplate this with wonder.

 But this post is about trees, so let's talk about that.

We have a Christmas tree in the basement. It's white and full of flocking and really pretty. But this year we were like, we haven't had a real one in a few years. Let's go get one. So that's what we did.  First, we stumbled on a tree-lighting at a park nearby.  It was very pretty, very low key and the actual lighting was kind of anti-climactic because City Mayor was like, "so.. i guess.. here you go" which left me and Sean to critique just a little:  "Maybe a countdown? Just from 5?"   It made for some good jokes.

Santa arrived on a fire truck and I teased Julian about it because he hates Santa.  Not the idea of him. In fact, guys, i think he may still believe a little bit.  It's like he knows the truth but also still believes.  It's kind of the best.  Why should the magic ever die? Why can't you have both? Why can't they both be just as true and real as the other?  I say.  But he vehemently rejects the idea of sitting on some stranger's lap. But I screamed and waved at Santa Buddy the Elf-style as he came driving down, super embarrassing Julian.

Image result for buddy the elf santa gif"


Then we drove to a nearby tree lot and it was all lit up with fun lights and everyone was so friendly and down-homey (not sure that's a phrase) and we thought of the years of walking to a tree lot with our cart in Bklyn. How it was different but the same.

We let Julian pick the tree and he took this task dead seriously. Turns out it was the right call because he chose one that was pretty perfect. 

How many more times can we do the official placing of the tree topper like this? A million more, I hope. I'm sure Sean has it in him.

Lastly, some cat pics.  Because I love them so.  Marshmallow has many names and one of them is Cinnamon Roll, because she sometimes sit so tightly curled up, it's clear that's what she is.
She is a skittish little thing. Yesterday I sat with her a good long while until she could relax.  She hates being picked up but will tolerate it for a few seconds. In spite of her terror, none of us can resist it. She is the softest fluff and her tummy is as white as the pure driven snow.   What she loves is for you to sit very still so she can climb up on your lap. But if you move at all, she's out of there.  Slowly I am working on helping her chill out and trust.  It's a process, right?  She's the best.

This cat really knows how to sleep. I'm jealous of him every time I watch him do it.


Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Rockin' Around

At church, I hang out with a lot of fun gal pals. We had a Christmas party last night and were forced to do a lip sync competition.  We were a little bit hesitant at first because it was like, wait what? And we had like two days to prep.  But my good friend taught us some quick choreography and it ended up being a frigging BLAST.  I loved it SO MUCH.  And I ask myself why I don't do more things like this? I love it. I love it a lot.   Ahh..lots of afterglow over here. T'is a good lesson and reminder for myself. So if anyone has any dance routines they want me to learn or if you want me to bring this group to perform at your family Christmas gathering, you just let me know.

Merry Christmas. Here you go. Find me in the fur hat and my "Santa Claws" cat sweater next to the front lady all in black.   Also if this video is sideways, I'm real sorry.

Tuesday, December 03, 2019


I just finished a short story by-- you guessed it-- my friend Ted Chiang.  It was the weirdest.  It's called Understand, and I don't know if it was just the weirdness of the story or perhaps the added nighttime weirdness as I finished reading it at 3:30am when I woke and couldn't get back to sleep. Probably should have chosen something different to read.  It's about (I think) a man who is given this experimental hormone injection when he is in a coma from an accident or something. He's nearly brain dead.  This hormone not only brings him back but stimulates his brain or something and he's a million times more intelligent or neurologically capable as I shall put it. He flees the CIA because he knows what he's capable of now.   He's able to notice patterns and learn things that would normally take years in a matter of days or hours. He understands things instantly, does not need to experiment because he already knows things will work   He is able to connect this capability to his physicality and he can be a martial arts experts after watching a video on it. He connects it to everything-- even sociologically--like he can influence what others think and how they behave or respond just by deliberately putting out certain signals of whatever kind.  Everything is intuitive, he's able to filter out the unnecessary, maximize and make sense of what's required. Everything is heightened and it's a constant and new level of enlightenment. It sort of reminded me of the movie Limitless with but like a thousand times nerdier and weirder.  

Now, here I'd say "spoiler alert" but I'm not even sure I'm getting what it's about. But the story ends with him discovering there is another person out there like him and he reasons (through his amazing reasoning abilities) that the only option is to find him and the natural conclusion is that they can't both survive.  Somehow, the other person triggers an automatic self-destruct sequence that is apparently possible for people who are "in the know" by somehow "programming" this main guy by the use of a single word.  Everything is connected to this and it is a mechanism of some kind, blah blah blah, who the hey knows, why am I reading this in the middle of the night???

But this story brings to mind a conversation I had with Sean the other day in the middle of the day and I really think there might be a connection.  I'm still trying to make sense of it. I'm not sure I ever fully will.  Unless someone gives me an injection of hormone K, which is what it's called. But I'm suspicious Sean's part of some top secret government experiment and this conversation is Exhibit A:

SEAN:  Did you hug me in the nighttime? 
JEN: I don't know, did I? 
SEAN: I think you did.  I think you rolled over and spooned me and I was like, this is nice. 
JEN:  Ha ha.  
SEAN: And I had this distinct feeling that I was an apple pie. 
JEN: What?? 
SEAN: Yeah. When i'm warm and comfortable, I have this distinct feeling of, "I am the apple pie." 
JEN: THE apple pie?  
SEAN: Yes. I have a hard crust but I'm warm and gooey on the inside. It helps me sort of re-center.  It was important to discover about myself that I thought of myself that way and it re-centers me. 
          SEAN: Whatever happens, I can just be the apple pie.
JEN: :0

(oldschool emoticon. It perfectly captures my expression) 

JEN: Are you sure you didn't dream all of this? ... that you're not sleeping now? 

And then he told me something about an "hommelette," a term coined by French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan, (post-Freud, it should be noted) describing the identify conflict in infants during what he calls the "mirror phase."  Here's a blip I found (from here):

Within the ‘imaginary order’ of this stage, the child continues to build its self image, oscillating between alien images and fragments of the real body. From surreal paranoia, the ego starts to emerge as an unconscious construction. Somewhat wittily, Lacan called this the ‘hommelette’ : the little man, made out of broken eggs. When a baby sees itself in a mirror, it both recognizes itself and misrecognizes itself. The image seems to be psychologically integrated and physically coordinated in a way that the baby does not feel.

Also, this being a family of weirdos, here's a recent Julian quote that feels quite appropriate. It makes me feel good now to think that it may not be just me who(m??) he gets it from:

JULIAN: I only like my present self.  I don't like my past self. 
JEN: You don't? 
JULIAN: I only like myself the second that I am.  See, I don't like myself at the beginning of saying what I just said. 
JEN:  :0

I only like myself the second that I am. 

Monday, December 02, 2019

Whole Wheat Banana Pancakes

Do you believe in miracles? Because I do.  Why? I found another pancake recipe that I like.  And I hardly had to change it(!!)  Before this, it was all cornmeal pancakes all the time. Nothing else was as good. Not even close.  And then this rando-recipe comes along and I'm like, whaaat?  Here is the original but I've added here my slight adjustments, aka improvements.

Whole Wheat Banana Pancakes


1 c. white whole wheat flour
1/3 c. almond meal.  I just bought some hazelnut flour the other day and am psyched to try it. 
1/4 tsp. salt
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1 large egg
1 c. milk
1/2 c. mashed ripe banana (about 1.5 bananas)
1.5 T packed dark brown sugar. Could prob get away with just 1 T.
1/4 c. plain greek yogurt
1 tsp. vanilla extract

chocolate pieces to throw in at your leisure.


1. Mix the flour, meal, salt, bk pwdr, and cinnamon in a large bowl.
In a separate medium bowl, whisk the egg, milk, and banana together. Add the yogurt and brown sugar. Add the vanilla.  Basically just mix all the wet stuff together really well.

2. Gently fold the wet in with the dry with a rubber spatula.  I said GENTLY! If you over-stir that flour, so help me...  (the best recipes come with threats)

4. Once combined, let it sit and have that baking powder do its thing.

Now: I sometimes get really dense pancakes and sometimes not. I don't really know why.  I prefer them not to be so brick-like so I try to eyeball it as I'm in the folding-in stage.  Does it need a last second splash of extra milk?? There's not a lot of time. Use your judgment, and best of luck. This is alchemy on the highest level (bc: pancakes).

5. Turn your best pan on to medium low to low heat (if it gets hot, which mine does. On a scale from 1-9 I set mine to about a 2-3.)  Let it get hot and then add butter when it's ready.

Sizzle the butter around in your pan. If I hurry, I can get my pan heating up before I even start putting together ingredients. But I have to hustle. If i can catch it before the butter gets too brown I give a little cheer. Finding the perfect heat balance is a challenge.

6. Pour small dollops of batter into the hot sizzley butter.  Drop some chocolate pieces in each pancake round. Flip them when they're done-- c'mon, you're not an idiot.  Use butter between each round! Why let the first person get the best pancakes?   I turned to Julian the other day and said very seriously, "Julian, always cook your pancakes in butter. Every time."   If the next thing that had happened was that I died, I'd have been ok with that.

Surprisingly these aren't super banana-y, but that's ok with me. I'm here for the texture. Also they are pretty filling. Also: I tried replacing the banana with pumpkin pie filling and it did not work, so don't do that.

ENJOY!  I eat them plain, with the chocolate. No syrup, no applesauce even.  But as you wish.

Sunday, December 01, 2019

25 Days of )en--2019

T'was the night of December first, when all through )en's house,
Two cats rough and tumbled over an imaginary mouse,

Boxes of decor were dragged from the basement with mild care,
But what should they pull out, they wondered, to be hung where?

The child was nestled in the corner cozy chair,
Reading as much as his tired eyes could bear.

Seanmo at a puzzle, and I with my tea,
Thinking and wondering what each blog post might be,

For it was the first of December! And you know what that means,
Jen embarks on the hunt, for stories she gleans.

It's difficult, it's tricky, it's a challenge for sure
In the past, Jen may have even a tiny bit swore:

Oh COME ON, by now it should well be a HABIT!

To the top of my brain nestled inside my skull,
Give me some words that aren't terribly dull!

As a silent prayer was given to creativity herself,
)en remembered blog posts of yore, like when she was an elf,

And when she and her squirt sang a jolly duet,
That he could have been so small, she would never have bet,

And then in a twinkling, she found him now ten,
The greatest gift of her life, oft inspiring her pen,

Accompanied by the funniest Sean,
Who offers insights and quips and n'ary a yawn,

Her life dressed in joy, from her head to her boot
Magic's everywhere! Whether up ladder or down chute,

Her eyes, how they twinkled at kid's dimples so merry
His humor delicious, like a morello cherry

The writer could write, about what? no one knows
But write on she would! Where'er the wind blows

She sprang to her desk, to her team gave a whistle,
And away she typed, whether haiku or epistle,

But I heard her exclaim through the drinking of nog,

Monday, November 25, 2019

The Things I Eat 2019

I did a search for "things I eat" in my blogs to see what was going on food-wise a year ago and like, a million blog posts showed up. Guess I need to be more specific as this is a favored topic of mine.

FRIENDS! Another year has gone by. I feel each one acutely these days (/years).  Getting older is the weirdest.  I could not have anticipated approaching 40 would mean much to me.  I sort of mentally felt forty years ago. Not that I felt like I had the mentality of a 40-year-old (forever thirteen) (and, whatever that is) per se, but it just sort of felt right to have been alive that long.

Physically, however, is another story.   I am working on a blog post called "Oldie" with a list of foods I eat (again: favored topic) that used to be gross that I now love because I'm old.  Old people food. But for now, I just wanted to mention that things, they are changing, which is why I feel it necessary to do an annual "Things I Eat" blog post.  Plus I still find it really interesting. I love tracking it.  It's such an interesting way to record time. Here's last year's for reference.  Let us proceed:


This is not too dissimilar from a year ago.  These days I start every morning with my beloved, honey lemon tea which I drink with two multi-vitamins which have changed my life. Guys-- vitamin D. There's a dearth, apparently, and I have been a sufferer. And I feel a thousand times better now that I've discovered it + all the other things in that multi. About lemons:  I bought a spiral lemon holder and it's glorious when I fill it completely. You'd think I can't go through them fast enough but I can, oh, I can.

Image result for spiral lemon dispenser"
I wish I ate as many limes as I do lemons. Isn't citrus the best?
Yogurt.  I still love the yogurt, though these days I prefer the TJ's 2% fat plain greek yogurt. The texture is so silky smooth and not like eating straight cream like the whole milk/4%, which I'm not against. But it's a little bit lighter.  I eat it with dried blueberries, also from TJ's along with raw walnut pieces and, of course, drizzled with honey.  Those blueberries are my fave and I throw those in pancakes on the reg.
Image result for 2% fat trader joe's greek yogurt +  ++Image result for local miller's honey =  :)

That was dumb but quite enjoyable for me.

Oatmeal.  Such a great staple.  With nuts, dried berries, and applesauce. Dash of cinnamon if I'm feeling fancy.

Avocados.  I've had my issues with avocados in the past. For some reason I thought this was a "leave on the counter" kind of food and from the moment I laid eyes on them even at the store, I could hear the loud clock ticking in my ear of the time left before these 'dos were TOAST.  And I don't mean avo-toast.  They have such a short counter life.  Finally, some genius friend of mine told me to put them in the fridge and that solved all my problems.  I eat a ton of avocados these days. I love foods that replace the meat and give me that good fat/protein.  Plus they come in their own little bowl and anything that does that is truly wonderful.

Pancakes still, of course.   Puffy pancakes still for Julian on the weekend.  My neighbor friend and I have started a July 4th tradition of having a pancake breakfast for whomever. She makes fluffy buttermilk pancakes with a million toppings and I make my favorite pancakes with all the nutty swaps and whatnot. This past summer, I remember flipping some over and prepping some for a gentleman neighbor and saying seriously, "These are made with love."  He stared and I think he was taken a little off-guard but he needed to know. I needed to say it. I often say to Sean things like, "well, we had pancakes this morning, so now I have nothing to look forward to."

I don't eat muffins much anymore, which makes me sad.  I miss them.  I don't seem to have the time/energy?/will? to make them. And they are often a bit too sweet for me no matter what I do.  But I love them and plan to give them another whirl soon and experiment with the sweeteners. I prefer honey but bought some weird erythritol stuff the other day so I'll try that and see if it doesn't taste like sweetener.

EGGS.  What would I do without freaking eggs. A friend recently told me she had developed an egg intolerance and I swear my eyes started to well up a bit.  Foods I freak out a little about if I don't have any/many in the house: eggs, apples, bananas.  EMERGENCY. 

How do I like my eggs?

-scrambled, hopefully with some shredded spinach

I made up a new way to make eggs the other day. I'm trying to eat less bread so one morning I fried myself some eggs after making some EITMOT and I cracked two eggs in the pan that combined.  I then folded them over, sort of in thirds, to make a kind of egg pouch/packet. They had crispy edges and this lovely eggy layered quality, with a surprise burst of yolk throughout. I made them for chef Sean and he was impressed. I think I call them foldover eggs. I don't have a pic of this and it's always a big risk when making them- it may not go well- but here's a pic I took the other day of a really nice poached egg:

[egg + avocado]

Smoothies.  Smoothies are the greatest.  Very similar to last year's:  kefir, greens, bananas, frozen berries or acai pouches.  Except now I throw in some powder, because, again-- old.  I've made a new addition to my diet and it's powdered super foods and I love them. Seen here:

Click here for website.  I sound like such an endorsement but OBVIOUSLY I am not being paid, though obviously I should be. But I feel good knowing I've had some greens and other good things in the day. If they don't go in a smoothie, I mix them in water and choke it down because it's guh-ross.

Guess what else I'm trying? Collagen.  I have developed some, let us say, interesting digestive issues in recent years so I'm giving this a whirl. So far so good.  Give me some of that prebiotic goodness.  Fix my gut, please, and thank you.


If it's a lucky day, a TJ's salad or spring roll will be my lunch.  My faves:

Image result for trader joe's peanut sauce salad" and Image result for trader joe's tofu spring rolls"

Basically I'm here for the peanut sauce.

Otherwise lunch is the same: apples and cheese, veggies, scraps, cold leftovers straight from the fridge to Sean's horror, etc.


Dinner gets harder as time goes on, does it not?  Every day we're like, "again?? Why do we have to eat dinner every day."  We're getting kind of tired these days. We try to eat early, 5:00 is the goal, but usually ends up being somewhere between 5-6.  I looove an early dinner, said Grandma )en.  Then I can let the food digest but also have the option of having a snack later and not disrupting my guts too much.

Sean still cooks which is awesome.  He loves a pork tenderloin and we can eat that in myriad of ways: fajitas, slow-cooked with apples and whatnot, etc.  (I don't know. I just eat)

Still having that delicious crispy salmon or chicken breast.  I will cook dinner sometimes and by "cook," obviously I mean "bring home something from TJ's."  I love websites that give "recipes" of dinners using three items from Trader Joe's.  I've recently discovered cauliflower pizza, cauliflower pasta, and some tiny stout pies which are surprisingly super good, especially in these winter months. Give yourself an hour to cook these bad boys:

Image result for Trader Joe's stout pies

They are so cute and stout and will keep you fueled during all your farm labor.  This whole blog post is basically one big tribute to Trader Joe's.  What else do I eat for dinner? Umm...

Salads- we made an amazing one the other day. It has farro and crispy shallots, green apple, arugula, shaved parm. It was kind of insane. Try it today. I would make this again in a second.

Soups. Always love a good soup.

Takeout.  We eat out kind of a lot.


Julian is still going strong on the Halloween candy. Kitkats are his favorite.  Sean still loves his night ice cream.  Me? Hmm... I like chocolate or tea or some of Sean's ice cream.  Still love pie of course. Haven't had a souffle in way too long.  I'm gearing up for the holiday season though, the best eating time of the year.  Especially for Thanksgiving, aka Piegiving, the true meaning of the holiday.

Happy eating to us all.