self-deprecating bragging
Jan 18th, 2016
With everything we're trying to do it's sometimes—often—hard to think about dinner before, oh, 4:30 on any given day. Combined with the somewhat limited palates of our boys, that means that the dinners we put on the table are not always inspired. Today, for example, I served spaghetti with sauce from a jar. But it's ok, because everything else on the table was totally representative of our awesome hippy credibility. Fresh sourdough bread; kale salad with homemade dressing (with local honey and homemade—though not by us—vinegar); and for desert a peach crisp made with home-canned peaches. See, we're still cool.