In an effort to keep her all clean and pure and untainted by the woes of Cheetos and Snickers bars (things I'm yet unable to shake) I've started reading labels and growing our own food and shopping at the farmers market. Ok, well I did some of these things already, but I'm just generally caring more about what we put into our bodies. I'm pretty sure we could go several meals in a row eating only whole, home-grown or locally-grown foods and that makes me really happy.
This beast, which is now more than doubled in plant size, is already producing tons of great stuff for our little family. Green beans, peppers, strawberries, arugula and spinich have found their way to our dinner table along with basil and cilantro from the herb garden out front. Zucchini, tomatoes, potatoes and onions are on their way. There are also peas which I need to ask ya'll about. I don't really know anything about peas and frankly, I hate them. They're gross and green and pesky all rollin' around your plate and stuff. But E loves them and so, we're growing peas. But since The Husband and I are pea-dumb... how / when do I pick them? Will the pod burst open? Do I remove the seeds?? I need help pea-ing. HA!
A lady I know gives us farm fresh eggs and we're purchasing local, responsibly raised meat. I know, I know, it sounds like I'm crazy hippie woman.... I've painted a very pretty picture. But I don't want to mislead ya'll into thinking I've grown out my dreads and quit shaving my pits. I'm still very much non-hippie. I eat cheetos and snickers and drink Dr. Pepper like a drunk drinks cheap liquor, but at least now I feel a little guilty about it. And then I go and ROYALLY mess it all up with a trip to McDonalds. Yeah, last Saturday we made the farmers market rounds, watered our quaint little garden and felt all crunchy and granola when the golden arches lured us in. We eat fast food. We actually eat fast food often, but we try not to eat it with E. That doesn't mean she's never savored the bliss of a hot golden brown french fry, but we don't want to make a habit of it. This particular Saturday morning however, the force was just too great. We went in. We were greeted by a hoard of flies that should have sent us running for the hills, but we pressed on. In a last valliant attempt to be healthy I ordered E the blueberry oatmeal. It was disgusting:
|This is how she felt about it.|
|She wound up eating her daddy's breakfast burrito. So much for health nuts.|