meals, humor and motherhood survival
I had a craving for nacho cheese sauce one Saturday evening to go with my The-Kids-Are-In-Bed-and-It’s-Quiet wine. What? That never happens to you? Well let me tell you, when you get a craving for some ouey, goey nice and spicy cheese sauce, you can, and will make this.
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There’s something about that sweet, spicy, vinegary goodness that accompanies a delicious Banh Mi sandwich. It’s has a little fire, balanced with a subtle sweetness, and then the vinegar that cuts to the point. It’s one of my favorite things to eat, but ugh, I rarely have everything for it. I decided there has to be another way to bring me closer to my beloved Banh Mi. Enter: the vegan, Banh Mi Bowl.
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I know what you’re thinking: there is no “winter” in Miami. And yes, I admit, you’re kind of right, partially at least. If you’re comparing our mildly cool weather to say, that of New York, then our sad little excuse for winter is precisely that, laughably nonexistent. But here in Miami, land of the Tropics, anything below 72 degrees is cold. I kid you not if it’s 71.99 degrees out, we Miami locals will break out whatever jacket and boots we own. I hear you laughing over there in the North East-rightly so.
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My kids LOVE baseball. It’s the first and last thing they think of everyday, and their absolute favorite free time activity. I’ve never seen them so insanely happy to do anything-which is fantastic. In fact, their genuine happiness makes the 3,000 “breathe” alerts I get from my Apple Watch worth it. Apparently rushing from one thing to the next stresses me out, go figure.
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What is it with kids and their dislike for sleep? I just don’t get it. All moms know the feeling: dozing off, warm and snug, dreaming of something fantastic, like never folding laundry again, then, WHAM!, a little ankle biter runs into your room, screaming something ridiculous, like, “why is the door looking at me?!” Como what? Have you lost your mind? Of course, you think this to yourself, or did you? I can’t remember. Continue reading “The 5am Wake-Up (and Veggie Lasagna)”