I was thinking to myself that my resolve to eat better was going well. I made delicious lemon-miso dressing so the CSA mesclun wouldn't turn to sludge in the fridge. I made delicious carrot-miso dressing for the edamame. I cooked a pound of CSA kale (it takes a lot of kale to make a pound) with apples and onions until it was tender, and then I built a frittata around it. I sliced fennel thinly and cooked it up with tamari and Pickapeppa sauce.
And then a child started to cry at dinnertime because there were so many vegetables on the table. SO-- maybe not a success after all. The child in question was given permission to make a quesadilla -- usually not an option at dinnertime, but seriously, this dinner was ridiculous. The quesadilla dried the tears, and after eating it the formerly tearful child ate an impressive pile of edamame. But I am leaving a mental post-it note for my future self: let's rein it in a little next time.
A few of you commented to say that are thinking about joining me in eating better, which is awesome. For me it's really a mental thing: eating well sharpens my focus, deepens my reserves. It doesn't make a ton of sense that more fennel = more brainpower and also more patience, but it seems to be the case for me.
This weekend we are celebrating our second son's eighteenth birthday. He asked first if I would reprise the coffee-almond cake I made for him last year, but then he wondered whether I could surprise him with something even better.
Probably a fennel cake is not what he has in mind.
I am keeping it short tonight because I am almost done with the Last Chronicle of Barset. My Kindle app estimates that I have spent about 50 hours reading the six Barsetshire chronicles so far, and I have less than 50 minutes to go. What will become of John Eames? I bet you can't wait for me to report back.
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