What a difference a year makes. I can’t believe it’s been that long since my the last post.
We’ve been cooking like crazy over here. I literally mean cooking like a mad woman trying to shovel tons of food at two starving gremlins. Just. keep. feeding. them. Make. no. sudden. movements. 
Seriously, they are going to put me in the poorhouse by the time they’re 10.
For N, it’s about quantity. more. More. MORE. The other day someone commented on what a big appetite N has a school breakfast. It was his third breakfast of the day.
Baby K (who, at 2, is no longer a baby I suppose), on the other hand is apparently on the paleo diet. She eats steak. A lot of steak.
Don’t believe me? Think I’m exaggerating? It’s normal. Everyone does. I have proof. Here’s a food diary from last weekend:
Breakfast #1: (both) Stoneyfield yogurt, unsweetened applesauce.
break while N prepares bacon using my baking technique.
Breakfast #2: (both) Fried eggs, bacon
Post-Breakfast snack at farmers market: Samosas (N: 2, K:1), Pickles (N: Full Sour, K: Kosher Dill)
Pre-Brunch snack after an exhausting outing to the farmers market: Grapes
Brunch at our favorite restaurant: K: mac and cheese with some chicken and veg. N: Grilled chicken, vegetables (his choice), half of K’s mac and cheese. Whatever was left of my homefries.
Pre-nap snack: strawberries from the market
Break for nap. I make pie.
Post nap-snack: popcorn
Dinner: Grilled steak (N&K split an entire NY strip), corn on the cob, asparagus, salad. Some of my steak. Some of dad’s steak.
Dessert: Strawberry rhubarb pie
Anyone wanna give me a loan for this week’s grocery trip?
But of course, I love that they love food. I love cooking for them. And I love talking about it, so more posts and recipes to come! Up next: Herby Gnocchi with Asparagus and Leeks with Seared Scallops.
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Dan and I share one of those moments. There is a place in Washington D.C. we used to go to for special nights out, or sometimes just because. It’s called the 









Our friend Steve owns a restaurant. It’s a really cool restaurant with great food, great beer, and a hip vibe. We like to go there because it kind of makes us feel young and hip. Going out to eat at 6pm with 2 kids is so not young or hip, but please don’t burst our bubble.