In my last life I was starving

After settling Deaglan down for the night, I came downstairs and while crawling around the living room floor picking up toys strewn everywhere, I glanced into the kitchen at this scene. Shaune busy chopping and sauteeing, laptop open to his cooking blog, recreating an invention he came up with just a few weeks ago.

Cilantro, citrus and spicy peanut sauce worked their way into my welcoming olfactory and were met with a rumble from my tummy below.

You're most likely rolling your eyes and wondering what the hell I ever did to deserve being married to this culinary wizard. I can only shrug with a sheepish grin. I don't know either but I ain't complaining.

We don't eat like this every evening though. A few nights a week Shaune works late and it's my job to prepare dinner. On these nights it's a simpler fare. We usually have some curries, pasta sauces and most likely a hearty chili, homecooked ahead of time and then portioned and frozen for my nights 'cooking'. From there, all I have to do is throw together a salad or make rice or pasta and voila.

When I picked Deaglan up from daycare today, his teacher Ms. Angie recounted snack time earlier that afternoon. It was vanilla yogurt mixed with cut up canned peaches. Did he eat it? I asked excitedly. Yes, after he spit out every last piece of peach.

Again I implore the universe, how did two such enthusiastic eaters create such a finicky difficult-to-nourish little punk???