My husband is always a good sport when it comes to being my go-to taste tester.
He eats random meals made up of four totally different things--recipes I tested earlier that day.
Asparagus season is finally here!
It's also that perfect time in New York City when you’re no longer bundled up head to toe, but you're not so hot that it feels like the city is actually radiating heat.
When I’m not making lunch at home, I try to find simple, well-crafted, veggie-focused foods to pick up that almost make me feel like I've made them myself.
One of my favorite go-to sandwiches is a delicious tomato and cheddar number from a local sandwich place.
Besides the main ingredients, it includes a little mayo, some crunchy greens, and great bread.
Soon enough summer will be here and we can start talking about salads and fresh veggies.
But for now, while there is still a chill in the air, I consider a scarf as important an article of clothing as pants.
And although spring has officially sprung, that chilly air means it's still the perfect season for grilled cheese.
Today I am 36 weeks pregnant with Little Baby.
This is the point when most women excitedly think about their new baby coming home—and they stress over the imminent labor that is coming and plan for the upcoming months of blissful chaos.
I am doing many of these things; I feel electric with excitement, I am obsessed with this little lady—but I am also consumed with fear.
We lost our first daughter, Willa, at 40 weeks; she was big, strong, perfect. But she passed away. After a traumatic labor, we came home to a quiet house and were forced to drastically readjust our visions of the future.
Now, two years later, I am having an intense case of déjà vu.
I’ve been here before—36 weeks pregnant, waddling around, having everyone and their mother ask when I’m due—but our baby didn’t come home.
Slowly we put her things away; we repacked and stored diapers, carriers, and bottles. And now, here I am blowing the dust off these things and feeling hopeful, but also a little bit like a fool.
My baby is coming home, right?
You might say “of course,” but the only experience we’ve had is one that ended with pictures, a lock of her hair and remembrances of the softness of her cheeks—things that we cherish, but not the lifetime of memories we thought we were promised.
Easter is always a fun holiday--it’s relaxed, the weather always seems nice, and most importantly there is carrot cake!
The fact that I’m such a carrot cake fan is a little odd considering carrots are not one of my favorite veggies.