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Veggie shock

And just like that, the veggie crisis of 2010 is over.

It came as a shock to me mostly, to V not at all and to Edward? Well, he is a vampire and doesn’t eat veg. So he could have cared less.

I think things changed when Edward and I discovered this amazing Organic farm about a week ago. That’s with a capital ‘O’, as it orgasmically delicious. Mmmhhh.

Anyways, just a wee local place a few miles from us that we happened upon. Gorgeous green bliss, fresh egg-tasticness, blueberry heaven and hearty, wide grins at my shy boy as he clung to my side while confronted with this cheery wholesomeness.

The next day, he voluntarily ate a raw piece of okra.


I mean, it’s not something that I think is awesome. It forms its own starchy slime while being chewed and while it tastes crunchy and fresh, once you’ve chewed it 3 times, it feels like someone spit in your mouth.


Well, V apparently thought so. He ate a few pieces, Edward and I surreptitiously high-fived each other.

2 nights ago, he ate zucchini. And then last night he ate it again. And then this evening he ate it again. And while eating it? He requested carrots.

Seriously, who are you  child of mine?

And when he got his hands on those carrots, he stuffed them in. Please visualize my shocked face. Edward, of course, showed no emotion at all (darn vampires).

And so, it’s over. It’s all over. Veg has been accepted back into our daily lives, V’s appetite seems to have been restored. There doesn’t seem to be any fighting over getting him to eat. He told me this evening what he wanted to eat, I made it for him and he ate it all (hot dogs, toast with cheese and baby carrots and zucchini).

Not only did things go in his mouth, but nothing came out of it, half chewed and deposited into my  hand.


The farm has worked it’s magic. He is excited to go to the farm, be at the farm and leave the farm. On the way home from the farm, all he talks about is ‘the farm’ and ‘fun’.

Thank you Farm for bringing veggies back into our child’s life. Thanks for making veggies ‘fun’.

If you want to experience some lovely organics, please go here. Once this fall season arrives, I cannot even wait for the wonderful bounty that will literally erupt from this place.

Love you and love the veg…

xoxo a.m.

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Things that happened this weekend..

… things that I didn’t tell you.

Things you might not even care about? Or maybe you do. Aw, I know you do!! You love us!

You love Edward (who doesn’t?!). And who can’t love a saucy Canadian and a plump, cheeky 2 year old? Literally, its impossible.

V had multiple booboo’s this weekend. Some of which he announced to me while I was driving. A booboo must be kissed by Mummy, that’s just the way things go. It is very difficult to kiss a booboo when one is driving and, say, the booboo is on a plump little foot that is being thrust towards you from the back seat. And then there is crying because you don’t pull over and kiss it.

So I suggested that Vince kiss his own booboo. And to my surprise, he did. And when I finally stopped the car at our destination? He didn’t want any additional kisses from me. And then I felt hurt, because I wanted to kiss those little plump, slightly smelly feet. Sad disappointment, eh?

I went back to the organic farm this morning with V, post-thunder storm. Pulling into the makeshift parking lot, our tires clung and stuck to the mud that we churned up. And as I got out of the car and walked over to V’s side, my flip-flops slurped and stuck with every step and I had a ‘My Cousin Vinny” flashback.

Inside, we picked up a stir-fry greens pack, some farm-fresh eggs and some goats cheese. Vince picked up some basil and squished it. And so I picked that up too.

On the way home, the car had the most delicious aroma. That basil was strong, it permeated everything. I literally would have rubbed it on my wrists, the aroma was so gorgeous.

Post-farm trip, I hit the sidewalks for another run. A repeat 5k, just in my immediate neck of the woods. Of course, I run as a super-thunder storm approaches. Mid mile number 2, Edward calls: “Do you want me to pick you up? I saw lightning.”

Me: “No, I think I’m ok. I haven’t seen any here. It isn’t raining yet either. I’ll call you”.

This? Because I was determined to do 3 miles and was pissed that I’d logged 1 1/2. And happily ignored the suspiciously black clouds that looked like they might be maybe right on top of me.

7 minutes later, I rang Edward “Hey!! Hi! Can you pick me up?!?!”. Oh his face was something to behold when he picked up my wet, smiling mug at the shelter of the YMCA overhang.

My response? Pure cheek.

Literally that is the only thing that would have been a good response. He is Italian, after all….

xoxo a.m.

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Third (organic)

So last night I ran a 5k for the first time in 3 years.

The last time I participated in a race, Edward and I weren’t even discussing having children. OK, that’s a lie. I was discussing it mostly with myself, but I had yet to convince him that it was the best plan he had ever heard of in his whole life. Which he now recognizes as the best decision of his life (apart from the one where he proposed to me).

Anyways, it was awesome. I ran around Moss Park, in the peaceful dark, and it was extremely empowering. Edward and Vince cheered me on. I felt adrenalized  (this, I am pretty sure, is not a word. But it sums it up nicely).

Edward showered me with sushi and champagne which, let’s face it, was rather over the top. However, I love it. I love it when he does things like that. And damn that sushi was good.

This morning, after all of us woke up at 7 am (sleep-in win for the family!), I was still running that high. (Ha! Running joke!)

I literally flew downstairs and proceeded to make french toast with fresh, hot blueberry jam, coffee, tea and a milk bottle. And then I traipsed and twirled out to the car with the boys so we could hit up a little community water park in Dr Philips.

Edward decided to take the long route with the idea that we would finally check out this organic produce place he had noticed a while back.

And oh my god. I was in West Coast heaven. That is the closest way to describe this delightful piece of property. It didn’t really look like much. And actually, they didn’t really have that much produce as it’s hot like a mother right now. Regardless…

We came away with a pound of fresh okra (that we both tried raw and adored) and some escarole. And a promise to return tomorrow for some fresh eggs,  goats cheese and some organic yogurt.

Edward and I floated out of there in organic heaven. We have been dying to find a lovely local place and this place, with it’s incredibly down-to-earth and friendly staff and gorgeous greens, was it.

We signed up for produce emails. We drove away with huge grins.

Post-water park, we all hit Whole Foods for lunch and shopping. Fresh Mahi-Mahi, merlot, coconut gelato (Thanks Michelle for sharing!) and some other assorted deliciousness later, we left with huger grins on our face.

Edward and I feel…extra powerful? Organically wholesome? Overwhelmingly delicious? Awesome?

All of the above?

It was like some sort of adrenaline orgasm. Some sort of organic overload.

Edward and I had a moment. 5k plus organics equals family makeover. Plus lifestyle makeover. Plus I might buy some new eyeliner.

Oh my god do we ever feel re-energized and focused.

So this evening, I am feeling the rejuvenation. It is an actual organic revival. Right from the very bottom of my soul. Organic like that. Human. Natural. Emotive. Motivated. Motivational.

Oh life. Sometimes you throw stop-signs, signal lights and a few round-about curves at us. But essentially? Your directional sense is sound.

xoxo a.m.

ps: I placed third in my age group. That means I am one fast bitch.

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