It started with this:
From the maple trees of New England to Maple Leaf, Seattle, my favorite place in any domicile has always been the kitchen–even in undergrad dorms, whose kitchens often were kind of gross. At my families’ respective houses, we always gathered in the kitchens, no matter how much space there was elsewhere.
Plus, I love food. When I was little it was Grandma’s lemon meringue pie, Nana’s Irish bread, Mom’s meatballs and sauce. Now, in addition to those, it’s kale, quinoa, chocolate truffles, and Basque shepherd’s cheese. I read recipes for fun. I spend a lot of time thinking about food, cooking (and cleaning), feeding people.
I try to eat healthfully, but also try not to feel guilt or stress when I have more than 1 serving of dessert. I hate cookbooks that tell you that if you don’t handle the pie dough just right, then your friends will hate you forever. Or unless you eat sustainably-grown, local, organic, in-season, unprocessed, heirloom foods, you’re a terrible person. I embrace Julia Child’s mantra, “The more butter, the better” as much as I embrace my friend Maya’s mantra of whole grains and leafy greens.
Food, like life, is all about balance and moderation…and joy.
Then, in November, 2010, everything changed.
This blog suddenly became an outlet to write about my experience through pregnancy and afterward as a triplet mom. It’s a way to share our babies’ milestones and daily life with friends and family far away, and it’s a way to get back to my pre-mom writer self.
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