If you're a parent, Babble is a great resource. I forget to eat properly in the mad dash that is my life these days. I think I have the work-life balance monster whipped, because I adamantly leave work at work and leave no room for blurred boundaries, no chance of work coming home with me because my home life is too important for work to intrude.
Somehow I missed an article way back in December about 10 brain foods for moms that should help improve brain functioning, not just for moms, but for all whom are cognitively impaired. The best thing is that most of the foods listed are my favorites, like avocado, blueberries, and salmon, except that the salmon must be wild salmon and that, of course is fraught with all manner of politics.
I tend not to eat salmon anymore because our waters are so over-fished and unless you catch a fish personally... well, I'm always a doubter, and I do not always believe what I am told about the provenance of a fish. When in doubt, cut it out. So I don't eat salmon anymore even though I love fish.
Speaking of overfishing and our waters, I read a beautifully written and marvelous book, A Natural Sense of Wonder: Connecting Kids with Nature through the Seasons earlier this week in which its author mentioned how unsafe rivers, lakes, and streams were to swim in. If they're unsafe to swim in, I wouldn't eat anything caught from their waters, either. What a sad time in which we live.
Anyway, despite the fact that I don't like chocolate, and that Elsa does not either, I might try this chocolate avocado cupcake recipe connected to the Babble avocado page on the brain food story. When I make out my grocery list each week I give Elsa pencil and paper and she makes out her list as well. I ask what she writes on her list. It's always the same thing:
Cookies. Cupcakes.
She likes some cookies. She doesn't really like cupcakes, though she sometimes licks a bite of icing. And she doesn't like chocolate.
Even though there is a cupcake category on this blog and Elsa has a t-shirt or two bearing cupcakes we might eat them at birthday parties or special occasions. So they truly are rare events in the scheme of things. A few weeks ago on our drive home from Grammys I was happily stunned when she told me she is a Big Bad Cupcake.
Fruit of my loins is a Big Bad Cupcake. She makes me so happy. That and eskimo kisses. And every little things she does is magic. Children are delicious, delightful. I could go on and on, but this is a food blog. I keep reminding myself.
