Hi, it’s me. Just checking in to let you know we had pasta for dinner last night.
Store bought pasta.
White store bought pasta.
Yes, it’s me. The author of a cute little book that reveals all my secrets for preparing real food even on a real busy schedule.
And this week some of our food wasn’t, um, real.
I could now defend myself by listing what else we had with the cheater pasta (cheater ’cause I should be making my own). Like Alfredo sauce made with whole, raw, Jersey milk. Garlic I grew myself. Broccoli I harvested, steamed, and froze from my own garden.
But that would just be showing off. When what I really want to do was just let you know I’m not perfect. I make compromises in my kitchen – choices that aren’t in sinc with my nutritional convictions. We eat foods one wouldn’t talk about on a real food blog.
But this isn’t a real food blog. It’s just a real me blog.
And we had a lovely dinner — no side serving of guilt or angst. We enjoyed watching Seth shovel his food with his left hand well he held his fork in his right (for appearances). I poked Jeremy to notice Claire, calling each noodle on her plate a snake, and announcing to Jesse each time she “ate a snake”. I gobbled down my plateful, savoring the bit of green swimming in rich, garlicky, cheese sauce, and grateful for the three sausage links I’d found in the freezer to add protein to this thrown-together-at-the-end-of-a-long-day meal.
Take it from me — learning new techniques and sourcing better ingredients for your meals are great ideas. But if eating healthier stresses you out – well, that’s just as bad for you as eating a candy bar. So relax. And enjoy those noodles.