This is your mom speaking. You are due to arrive in give-or-take 3 weeks!!! Yikes. I am equally prepared and not prepared for your arrival.
This past weekend I ate almost a whole loaf of challah bread. I am TOTALLY convinced you loved EVERY second of it. Didn’t you? I know I did. How could you not? I felt guilty for 2.5 seconds and then realized that I have a bun (that’s you!) in the oven. A bun who will smile at me one day and be a carb addict just like his momma. So I guess it was worth the sacrifice. You will probably be the child who has eaten half the loaf of french bread before the clerk passes the barcode through the scanner…. Just don’t be that kid who eats all of the bread I was going to serve company! That kid makes mommies unhappy.
Besides the challah fiasco…you also went out to dinner with your grandparents, your dad, and your cousins Elaine & Bruce.
This is what you ate:
your dad shared some of this…so you could experience the last of this season’s heirloom tomatoes:
Your momma kept staring at your dad’s wine glass…thinking IF ONLY IF ONLY. Some day soon I will be able to enjoy a glass of wine…
After this meal at Plump Jack in SF— you kicked, punched and stretched your back inside my tum for 3 hours. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? Was that your way of telling me you loved my food choices?
I didn’t get to photograph the fig bread pudding with cinnamon ice cream…or the strawberry gelato….or the mint tea….I hope you understand.
Anyways…the doctor told me that you were a “generous” size. Are you finished browning yet? Are you going for that crispy baked look? Like the edge of macaroni & cheese…or that crispy potato your Uncle Ryan & I used to fight over? I don’t care if you are THAT crispy..just be a little brown and fully cooked in the middle. So when you come out, I will nibble on your cheeks. And maybe your toes…
Thank you for your time. I hope you’ve enjoyed the past 9 months of me being your food “dj” You will be momma’s little foodie.