Thought Salad

Tag: food

  • Holiday stuffing

  • Out of hibernation

  • Family and friends

    Family and friends

    It’s a later night than what I usually have but I’m wide awake, thinking about the day. Possibly some of that is due to the coffee I partook in, along with the decadent Nanaimo squares, but I think it is more due to how full my heart is (and yes, okay, my stomach too!) I…

  • Easter morning

    Easter morning

    The Easter bunny is shy mommy, And doesn’t like to talk That’s the reason she runs away Before the light is up She wants to share her chocolate But has so much to do So she goes and hops away Before the night is through Kids devour their chocolates Until they feel rather ill Then…

  • Entourage

    Entourage

    Tiny little buddies, Furry feet, Hungry hearts Travel down the stairs Together A ravenous pack In search of food They make a noise Like rolling thunder As they race To get their prize Then they curl up Gratefully On my lap A purring, Delightful Sight

  • Snowy roads, warm hearts

    Snowy roads, warm hearts

    I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow. On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the…

  • Family Sunday

    Family Sunday

    I spent today working on the idea of being present. I hear a lot about it lately, “being present” The idea that you need to really experience your life. On the surface, this sounds remarkably dumb. Like, you’re immersed in your life, how the heck can you be present more than just being there? But…

  • The eyes of my child

    The eyes of my child

    My little one was sad today. He missed me, and didn’t want me to go. So, instead of having a date of running errands with my husband, I was greeted with my two men when I came out of the dealership. I’d dropped off the car for routine oil change and work, and came to…

  • The negotiation

    The negotiation

    I watch as my child negotiates One more pop-cle Just one Pleeeeeeeease daddy? Eyes as big as the sun, He stares sadly at it While daddy eats. He’s already had two, But that’s not enough. More sugar, Pleeeeeeease He’ll fine every excuse, Every loophole Any emotional blackmail he can Just three, but born knowing how…

  • December 25th

    December 25th

    I’m lying in bed, stuffed to the gills, wondering how it’s even possible to eat as many items as we did tonight. It reminds me of a satire piece in a medical journal a few years ago about the “extra stomach” for desserts that appears, referred to as “the pot au creme.” While it may…