Toasties, yesterday I learned that my youngest child, who turns up her nose at most spicy foods these days, will eat salsa straight from the container (with a fork, apparently, because she is a lady). She cried when I took her fork and salsa away, so I gave them back — I don’t know, turns out “don’t eat salsa straight from the container” just isn’t a hill I’m willing to die on. And tomatoes are good for her. (Antioxidants!)
Speaking of tomatoes:
Later on some of my new neighbors came over and we grilled a lot of vegetables. I explained to them how our bagels were better because of our water and they explained to me how in a year they were all going to die in a massive drought. I said if that did indeed come to pass I would come and rescue their beautiful tomatoes, and they all seemed very grateful. –“California is Sunny!” by The New York Times’ Mark Bittman
This week Mallory became a HOMEOWNER, and her life may never be the same. Ashley Ford’s new column on cohabitation, Disrupting Domesticity, debuted on The Butter. Nicole explained The Jinx to ingrates everywhere. And if you have not read her birth story yet, then pop some popcorn and settle in:
My entourage was assembled: my husband Steve, my mom, my doula, my doula’s apprentice, an OB nurse, and the world’s hottest midwife. It was the first time I’d met her (you get whoever is on-call), and she was so hot my heart stopped. She was so hot that Steve took his life in his hands and whispered: babe, is it just me or does our midwife look EXACTLY like Beckett from Castle? She was so hot I didn’t even kill him.
Might you be in a Terry Pratchett novel? Do you need some good job advice? Have you ever wondered what a Johnny Cash album might be like if the law were just and your loved ones could be trusted?
Liz Blocker wrote about coming out and the things her family cannot seem to talk about. Rachel Brownson remembered her uncle and his illness, and reflected on truths from which “we don’t get to be delivered.” Elizabeth Mills wrote about depression and transitioning and what’s in between. And Kathryn Ionata shared how she survives the frenzy and uncertainty of adjunct life — with a little help from Days of Our Lives.
keep walking
don’t look directly at it
they can smell fear
no that’s bears again
Where I live it’s been snowing/hailing/raining all day, which is really some fresh bullshit, but surely spring is just around the corner now? I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, whatever the weather. See you next week!
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Toasties, yesterday I learned that my youngest child, who turns up her nose at most spicy foods these days, will eat salsa straight from the container (with a fork, apparently, because she is a lady). She cried when I took her fork and salsa away, so I gave them back — I don’t know, turns out “don’t eat salsa straight from the container” just isn’t a hill I’m willing to die on.”
This is hilarious and something small me would have done. Also I love that she is using a fork.
#livingherbestlife
Nicole! I saw a little girl skipping through the grocery store in her pretty peach pjs and thought of you and this post. “Her parents decided that this is not the hill they want to die on,” I thought.
My son has been seen eating salsa out of the jar, but he used a spoon. Eventually I gave in and bought him his own jar. Salsa is vegetables, right?
Depending on the brand, there can also be a lot of sugar added. Not that it’s any of my business what other people’s kids eat out of jars, but there you go. Sugar.
There’s a great pico di gallo at Trader Joe’s that I eat by the spoonful. I’d say with fresh salsa, you might want to check the salt content.
I believe it can be referred to as “chunky gazpacho” in this case.
That was my mom’s attitude about spaghetti sauce. My brother was a picky, picky eater growing up and hated most vegetables – my mother believed in picking her battles carefully, so she was like, spaghetti sauce counts as vegetables, he’ll be fine (and he was – he grew up to be a strong, healthy, vegetable eating man).
My brother, on the other hand, refused to eat spaghetti sauce and pizza once he knew it was vegetables.
He’s 20 now, and still hasn’t eaten anything resembling a vegetable since he was 8. I’m a vegan. If we were in a novel, people would think our characterizations were rather heavy-handed.
This is poignantly reminiscent of the time I received for my birthday a hunk of parmesan to call my own because I wouldn’t stop eating it straight off the wedge.
But, you know, with more vegetables
My family frequently joked that they were going to give me a salt lick for my birthday, but they never actually did it. Wusses.
My grandma keeps a chunk of block salt in a dresser drawer. She showed it to me for the first time when I was about six, and told me that the next time we went up to the family farm she would help me steal one for myself, if I wanted.
I did not want, but I appreciated the offer.
Mmm, salsa. For me as a kid it was chimichurri sauce. And eating an entire jar of olives in one go.
Pickled beets for me. I still eat them straight out of the jar, if I’m being honest.
Mine is obsessed with butter and will pick a pat of butter off the top of her oatmeal or muffin or whatever and eat it straight. She says “butter is ee-yish-us cheese!” She also eats unsweetened chocolate and loves curried chicken salad.
Mine is obsessed with butter and will pick a pat of butter off the top of her oatmeal or muffin or whatever and eat it straight. She says "butter is ee-yish-us cheese!" She also eats unsweetened chocolate and loves curried chicken salad.
There's a great pico di gallo at Trader Joe's that I eat by the spoonful. I'd say with fresh salsa, you might want to check the salt content.
Well I just thought this was a fantastic encapsulation of what the toast did this week and even though I have already read everything I am sorely tempted to read it all again just because the presentation was so good.
Well I just thought this was a fantastic encapsulation of what the toast did this week and even though I have already read everything I am sorely tempted to read it all again just because the presentation was so good.
My brother, on the other hand, refused to eat spaghetti sauce and pizza once he knew it was vegetables.
He's 20 now, and still hasn't eaten anything resembling a vegetable since he was 8. I'm a vegan. If we were in a novel, people would think our characterizations were rather heavy-handed.
Pickled beets for me. I still eat them straight out of the jar, if I'm being honest.
“She was so hot that Steve took his life in his hands and whispered: babe, is it just me or does our midwife look EXACTLY like Beckett from Castle?”
I think this is an appropriate time to acknowledge that Stana Katic was the spark that lit the fuse of the ‘hey wow I like girls’ explosion for me. Natalie Dormer was the bomb itself.
NATALIE DORMER.
I'll eat anything pickled straight out of the jar. There's a European, primarily Polish, deli here in town, and this is how I know that I truly have a strong strain of Polish in my German – there are aisles and aisles and aisles of pickled everything – apparently Poles will pickle anything they can manage to catch and stuff in a jar. It is glorious to me, and I invariably leave with a liquidly clanking bag.
Salsa is basically tomato salad, as far as I'm concerned. I see nothing weird about scarfing that by the spoonful. (Or stirring it into cottage cheese. Looks disgusting, tastes delicious.)