Also made some ice cream with a nice, holiday-appropriate purple tinge to it. Tastes like chocolate and orange...whatever could be causing that magnificent hue?
|That's right. Devil root.|
Of course, any time there is Gras, there must be a period of de-Grasing, also known as "Everything We Eat is Brown and Green Now."
|Broiled flounder with chard and black eyed peas. No recipe, just cook-and-pile.|
|Millet mash with carrot and ginger and baked tofu with nutty miso sauce, courtesy of Mark Bittman.|
I guess technically this penitence should last until Easter, but I wouldn't hold my breath. I've been bookmarking some decidedly non-abstemious recipes.
Anna and I have decided that since she's quickly approaching the 20-month mark it's probably time to ratchet up a few stereotypical toddler behaviors. First up: cartoonishly messy handprints everywhere.
|Did you guys ever play Rampage? Just asking.|
Next: highly theatrical tantrums for incomprehensible reasons. I'm not talking about the fact that she has recently decided that both her high chair and whatever clothes I have picked out for her are implements of certain demise. That typical resistance aside, in one day alone we had truly vicious screaming regarding the following situations:
Dan going to the bathroom for two minutes.
The delivery woman leaving the doorway after dropping off a package.
Me closing the refrigerator door. I'm only including a picture of that one because I was kind of impressed that it lasted for twenty minutes and wriggled its way under the table and across the room.
|This is a high caliber tantrum.|