Tonight we had a special friend come to visit bearing delicious homemade food.
Above all the delightful food one can discover in restaurants and beyond, lies those precious edibles people make with love.
The bok choy with beans was wonderfully seasoned with an unsuspecting kick of spice as the endnote. I meant to have a taste and nearly finished the whole thing. A common occurrence when I taste good food.
The chocolate chip cookies were exactly how I think cookies should be. Crunchy.
The only soft cookie I like are those that accidentally have a touch of softness, on the way to the crunchy part of the cookie.
I savored the cookie over the sink, as if eating an overly ripe mango. (You and I both know, we all do this with mango juice dripping down your arms. Last time that happened I was in Maui, from a friend’s family tree. So good.)
I’m pretty sure baby knew what was happening with the good food too. Baby needed four back to back feedings. Last time that happened, his thigh rolls grew by the roll.
Baby’s nightly poop record nearly caught up with his feedings. Count ’em: three. Sorry for talking poop; moms get excited (you understand).
We are so incredibly fortunate for the family & friends in our lives.
Especially grateful for the ones that feed us well. Thanks NP!
