We were at the pool last night for the swim team wrap up party. It was a lot of fun - they had an Olympic theme and it was great to see the kids running around having a great time with their friends.
We have lived here a little over a year now and as I was watching them yesterday I was thinking that finally I am starting to feel like we belong. We have done so many moves over the past 7 years and for me, each time is just as difficult.
Anyway, because the party went from 5:00 - 7:00 I told the family they could buy supper at the pool if they wanted to. Jenna could not wait until we got home (fair enough, we are early supper eaters) and she had pool food. I asked Jacob if he wanted something and he said no, that he wanted to wait until we got home because as he put it: "home food is best. I like the food you make because we know where it comes from."
I did a heart smile. It's working!!!
Monday, July 23, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
My Happy Belly
How important is a happy belly?
For me, I am discovering that having a happy belly is pretty darn important. I think of the saying "happy wife, happy life" (which I am ashamed to admit makes me think of Joe Gudice on RHNJ) and I think for me that saying is true for me and my belly.
Happy belly, happy life. If I'm treating my belly the right way, then everything else seems to flow the way it should. It's a work in progress for sure - the fact that I attacked the chocolate covered almonds I keep stashed in the pantry earlier today attests to that. But, I'm rediscovering my love and interest in food.
This time of the year, it's so much easier to have a love for local, fresh food. And, I'm lucky because where I live there's an abundance of it. But, the more I eat "real" food the better I feel.
Last weekend I went a little crazy at the Roanoke Farmer's Market and "may" have overbought peaches. Yesterday I realized how bruised and overripe they were getting. I made my first ever peach salsa, and I think it's something I could very easily live on for quite a while before I get sick of it.
For me, I am discovering that having a happy belly is pretty darn important. I think of the saying "happy wife, happy life" (which I am ashamed to admit makes me think of Joe Gudice on RHNJ) and I think for me that saying is true for me and my belly.
Happy belly, happy life. If I'm treating my belly the right way, then everything else seems to flow the way it should. It's a work in progress for sure - the fact that I attacked the chocolate covered almonds I keep stashed in the pantry earlier today attests to that. But, I'm rediscovering my love and interest in food.
This time of the year, it's so much easier to have a love for local, fresh food. And, I'm lucky because where I live there's an abundance of it. But, the more I eat "real" food the better I feel.
Last weekend I went a little crazy at the Roanoke Farmer's Market and "may" have overbought peaches. Yesterday I realized how bruised and overripe they were getting. I made my first ever peach salsa, and I think it's something I could very easily live on for quite a while before I get sick of it.
It was super easy to make too. I peeled the peaches I had left - they were so ripe the skins pretty much fell off. Also, they were cling free, so getting them off their stones didn't take any work. I chopped them up, chopped up a red bell pepper, a green onion, some cilantro, one hot pepper and threw all that in a bowl. I squeezed on some lime juice - and voila! Yummy and awesome salsa.
It was a happy belly night last night!
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