Tuesday, December 21, 2010

About Time I Told You...

Browsing the the pages of a suddenly-and-out-of-nowhere-inactive-blog is what it must be like to walk the streets of a post apocalyptic city. There is something incredibly eerie and even sad about grazing in the sunken footsteps of something that was once so alive. So why haven't I made an entry to Gourmet Peasant in over a year? I thought it was about time I told you...
Meet Hail Storm Hannah, my daughter. That's right, I did not get abducted by aliens, or become less obsessed with the food I eat, nor have I become a food-fobic. I have merely become one of THOSE people.
You know who I'm talking about. I've joined the army of stroller pushers. If I go to a restaurant for dinner, it's to the early 5pm seating. Dinner conversation may include a myriad of subjects such as baby pooh, teething, and spit-up. Entertainment, provided by Hannah herself, may include the blowing of spit bubbles, experimental vocal stylings, and even flatulence. What I am trying to tell you, is that I have become one of those people who, if I have time to make a delicious meal, I surely don't have time to write about it. And, though I am sorry to have lost anything even remotely resembling free time, I have to admit, I am loving every minute of it!
In the weeks to come I will be trying to carve out a bit of time to share with you the wonderful meals I have been having, and making, and the wonderful new companion I have with me in life and in the kitchen.
Happy Holidays!