I didn’t get into the kitchen until 6:30 this morning because my husband was generous enough to get up with the baby - who promptly went back to sleep and didn’t wake up again until after 7!
So we started the morning off with smoothies and coconut flour muffins.
For my husband and toddler I made yogurt-blueberry-banana [...]
I headed into the kitchen early again this morning to start breakfast before anyone else woke up. I started millet porridge in a saucepan and mixed up some eggs, sausage and cheese for an egg bake.
Once my husband and toddler were up they had bowls of millet served with butter, sunflower seeds, raisins, cinnamon and [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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