A friendly tip to all the restaurant workers out there: do not congratulate me on my ability to eat your restaurant’s food. This is a rare occurrence, thankfully, but it’s still a pet peeve of mine. I’m a fast and thorough eater, and once in a while a waiter while make some “clever” off-handed comment [...]
“Good Job”
March 27, 2008
Best food review ever
November 10, 2007
Kate and I had a lovely dinner out at the Verve Wine Bar last Thursday. We had a flight of dessert wines to cap the evening which included a 1971 Pedro Ximenez Madeira. It’s pretty thick and sweet, and my response: “It’s like drinking a carebear!” The waiter was only slightly amused. We’d had a [...]
Table Food Day 4
August 23, 2006
The night of Ruby’s first applesauce was a nightmare. She went to sleep around 8:30pm but awoke, crying, at 9:30pm. She continued wailing for an hour until finally settling down and going back to sleep. Kate’s back has been bothering her so I’ve been on bounce duty for the past few weeks. Anyway, from the way [...]
Ruby’s First Table Food
August 20, 2006
We gave Ruby her first table food tonight: tsugaru apples, picked fresh from our garden from a tree I planted three years ago. The apple was diced, steamed, mashed, thinned with breastmilk, and then promptly smeared all over Ruby’s chin. Overall she seemed to enjoy her applesauce, even if she did seem a bit confused [...]
Hope for Spinach
July 13, 2006
Rudd Sound Bites is the blog for the Rudd Center for Food Policy and Obesity at Yale. At first glance, it looks pretty interesting. I’ve got a Feedwhip subscription set up. Here’s a post that inspires me to aim high for Ruby’s diet: http://ruddsoundbites.typepad.com/rudd_sound_bites/2006/07/spinach_im_look.html#more While six-year-old Faith and four-year-old Elijah cycle through finicky preferences, like any other children, [...]
My Kindgom for A…
June 27, 2006
There is one thing that is most difficult about being a stay-at-home dad. It’s not giving up the $100k/year salary; not the isolation; not suppressing my career goals; not dealing with stereotypes; not spending endless hours crouched over a play blanket. No, the single hardest thing is not having boobs. When Ruby cries, chances are [...]