While I adapt to my newfound role as a foodsource, I may need to step back from food writing/photography for a bit. This space is on my mind though — especially when cramming delicious food brought to our home by others in order to sate my growing nursing mum hunger.
In those moments, I daydream about sharing a recipe for the beef stew my mum crafted from her favorite and very weathered California Heritage cookbook. Or, the Ina Garten recipe for cheddar corn chowder that Nils’s mum’s friend sent along after an empassioned discussion at a family holiday gathering about the Barefoot Contessa and my love of that recipe in particular.
I am grateful for the thoughtful food shares. As each empty baking dish and serving plate pile upon each other for return, I wonder what I may do to show how much the gift of a meal means to a new mum that barely has time to fit in a shower between feedings.
For now, I hope this recent photo from Kai’s first month of living suffices. I mean, look at that smirk…
I will be attempting to continue blogging about my mumhood adventures and mishaps and all that falls between those lines. If curious, feel free to follow along.
Thank you so much, our family and friends for the eats and laughs and laundry washes and naps. I owe you. xo